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storypaint) wrote2010-05-16 01:37 am
storypaint) wrote2010-05-16 01:37 am
[Sailor Moon] Racecars (Haruka gen)
Title: Racecars
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Length: 363 words
Prompt: Transfic Mini-Fest: Sailor Moon, Haruka Tenoh (she comes across as genderqueer to me), an incident in her childhood that made her wonder if she was different than the other girls
Pairing: Haruka gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "I'm going to drive racecars," she said, already wriggling with anticipation. Her mother sighed and smiled and continued combing Haruka's hair.
Every six-year-old had an idea of where they were going in the world, who they wanted to be when they grew up. Haruka Tenoh was no different, though it took her some time to realize that her ideas of where she was headed weren't what people expected of her. Even at six, that didn't bother her.
"I'm going to drive racecars," she said, already wriggling with anticipation. Her mother sighed and smiled and continued combing Haruka's hair. Haruka wanted it short, "just like everyone else," she'd said, with a determined jut to her jaw that her mother was beginning to recognize as immoveable. As far as her mother could tell, all the little girls in Haruka's class had long hair that they plaited or fastened with ribbons. Haruka's mother wouldn't have minded that, but her daughter could hardly sit still for ten minutes as it was, so perhaps the shorter cut was better.
"Racecars, is that so?" she said, brushing out a stray tangle and letting Haruka go. Haruka bounded up out of the chair, making car noises, her hands shaped around an invisible steering wheel. She drove around in a circle, and then ran a hand through her hair, mussing it again.
She planted her feet, all lanky tomboy. "I'll drive racecars and have a lot of money and a beautiful wife," she declared. Haruka's mother blinked.
"A wonderful husband?" she suggested. This wasn't the first time she'd wondered about the way her daughter thought, especially since Haruka's eyes widened in incomprehension.
"Why would I want that?" she asked.
"Little girls grow up to marry boys," her mother answered, a little more firmly than she'd intended. Haruka's confusion slid swiftly into sullenness.
"Yeah, so?" she said, and before her mother could find the words to explain further, she escaped the room, hands on her steering wheel, shouting out to her brothers that she wanted to play.
Haruka's mother watched her go, uncertain. Then she shook her head and pushed her thoughts away. She certainly hadn't grown up to be a pop idol, like she'd wanted to at six. Haruka had plenty of time to change her mind.
She shouldn't have forgotten how determined Haruka was.
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Length: 363 words
Prompt: Transfic Mini-Fest: Sailor Moon, Haruka Tenoh (she comes across as genderqueer to me), an incident in her childhood that made her wonder if she was different than the other girls
Pairing: Haruka gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "I'm going to drive racecars," she said, already wriggling with anticipation. Her mother sighed and smiled and continued combing Haruka's hair.
Every six-year-old had an idea of where they were going in the world, who they wanted to be when they grew up. Haruka Tenoh was no different, though it took her some time to realize that her ideas of where she was headed weren't what people expected of her. Even at six, that didn't bother her.
"I'm going to drive racecars," she said, already wriggling with anticipation. Her mother sighed and smiled and continued combing Haruka's hair. Haruka wanted it short, "just like everyone else," she'd said, with a determined jut to her jaw that her mother was beginning to recognize as immoveable. As far as her mother could tell, all the little girls in Haruka's class had long hair that they plaited or fastened with ribbons. Haruka's mother wouldn't have minded that, but her daughter could hardly sit still for ten minutes as it was, so perhaps the shorter cut was better.
"Racecars, is that so?" she said, brushing out a stray tangle and letting Haruka go. Haruka bounded up out of the chair, making car noises, her hands shaped around an invisible steering wheel. She drove around in a circle, and then ran a hand through her hair, mussing it again.
She planted her feet, all lanky tomboy. "I'll drive racecars and have a lot of money and a beautiful wife," she declared. Haruka's mother blinked.
"A wonderful husband?" she suggested. This wasn't the first time she'd wondered about the way her daughter thought, especially since Haruka's eyes widened in incomprehension.
"Why would I want that?" she asked.
"Little girls grow up to marry boys," her mother answered, a little more firmly than she'd intended. Haruka's confusion slid swiftly into sullenness.
"Yeah, so?" she said, and before her mother could find the words to explain further, she escaped the room, hands on her steering wheel, shouting out to her brothers that she wanted to play.
Haruka's mother watched her go, uncertain. Then she shook her head and pushed her thoughts away. She certainly hadn't grown up to be a pop idol, like she'd wanted to at six. Haruka had plenty of time to change her mind.
She shouldn't have forgotten how determined Haruka was.