I know a bit late. I forgot to send this out earlier back at 4am and I've just woken up.
This just happened, okay?
Written in a record thirty minutes(I think) after imbibing too much wine, I bring
you...
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A Very Outer Senshi Christmas
by
Elsa Bibat
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without permission from the author.
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"Setsuna-mama, why are we celebrating Christmas?"
Setsuna Meiou, or more properly, the woman we know as Setsuna
Meiou looked at her youthful charge and sighed. Hotaru Tomoe was celebrating
her first Christmas at the Outer Senshi residence. They were currently
cooking a batch of spaghetti sauce for tonight's celebration. A rather special
batch since the recipe Setsuna was using hadn't been used in over three
hundred years. Outside, snow was falling lightly.
"And while you're answering the question, what _is_ Christmas anyway?"
The Senshi of Time sighed. Professor Tomoe, while under the influence of
Grematos, wasn't exactly a touchy, feely , Christmas type of person. Obviously
that part of Hotaru's education wasn't emphasized.
"Well, Christmas is technically a Christian celebration. To celebrate the
birth of their Messiah two thousand or so years ago. And, no, I wasn't there.
I was asleep. I only woke up to catch the tail-end of the Roman Empire."
"Ummm...around 476 A.D. right?"
Setsuna blinked and looked at her young ward. Hotaru explained proudly of
how she got that piece of knowledge. "I like to read the history books my father
has."
Senshi Pluto shook her head an returned to her spaghetti sauce. Time to add
the parsley and the mushrooms. "Anyway, the fact that a holiday is celebrated
around this time is actually much older. It has something to with the old religion.
That's why _I'm_ celebrating it. During the Silver Millenium, today was Mara's Day,
a celebration of the goddess of life and death. We'd have an animal sacrifice, a
large feast, and if you were old enough, participate in a gigantic orgy at the end."
Another sigh came from the long-haired woman as she stirred the bubbling pot of
red sauce. "I sure do miss the old days."
"Ummm... Setsuna-mama, what's an orgy?"
"Er... when you're older, dear."
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Haruka Ten'ou was staring at the full-length mirror in the room she shared with
Michiru. The expression on her face was both a mix between irritated and pleased.
The door opened to admit Michiru Kai'ou and the sight that greeted her was
a surprising one. Haruka was in a dress. A rather tasteful dress at that. It was
was blue, with long flowing sleeves that reached up to the wrist, a high neck that
highlighted Haruka's aristocratic face and a lengthy skirt. A second look, however,
revealed that the dress seemed to be a bit tight at some places and had that
faded look to it.
"Haruka, why the dress?"
The blonde Senshi sighed. "I'm going to visit my parents."
"But, I thought-"
"Yeah, I know. But I got a call yesterday and they... wanted me to come
over. Just to see each other again. You know, that sort of thing."
"I understand. But the dress..."
"My father's idea. My mother would probably be a bit more..."
"Tractable? Relaxed? Not go on a screaming rampage?"
Haruka chuckled. "I forgot I told you about what happened the last time.
Yes, Father was thinking about something like that."
"But, why visit at all? I mean, you were fine for the past few years without
them..." Michiru trailed off as she noticed her lover's expression. The blonde
Senshi's shoulders had slumped and her face fell a little.
"Don't you miss your parents, Michiru?" Haruka asked her.
"No." The Senshi of Neptune answered coldly. "They could go to hell for
all I care!"
"But, I miss mine. We were close once, my parents and I. My mother and
I may not have gotten along well, but we loved each other. I remember her
getting me a gift that I wouldn't like every year at Christmas." Haruka laughed
a little and looked at Michiru. "That's why I'm wearing this dress. This is what
she got me the last Christmas I had with them."
The blonde Senshi moved towards the table near the bed and opened a small
box that was laying there. A miniature golden crucifix lay in it and Haruka pulled
it out and put it around her neck, closing the clasp at the back of her neck.
"So you won't be here for dinner?" Michiru asked angrily.
"No, Mi-chan," Haruka said with a smile. "_We_ won't be here for dinner."
Michiru blinked. "What!?"
"Michiru," Haruka approached her lover and took her hand. "I know you're exactly
Catholic, but I want you to come with my family for Christmas Mass and for Christmas
dinner."
"But won't your mother-"
"My mother has to learn to accept who I am. The dress doesn't change who I am.
I'm wearing it to show her that I still love her. But she has to know that I love you, too."
Haruka smiled as she kissed Michiru lightly on the cheek. "And if she doesn't like it,
that's her problem."
Michiru frowned, considering what her lifetime partner had just said. A few moments
later, the frown turned into light smile.
"Okay, 'Ruka-chan. When do we have to go?"
"Umm... about seven."
"We still have a few hours, you know?"
Haruka smiled as Michiru closed and locked the door. "You're just doing this because
you forgot to get me gift, didn't you?"
Michiru smacked her lightly on the head before giving the tall blonde a deep kiss.
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Setsuna's mouth quirked a little as she heard sounds coming from Michiru
and Haruka's room. "I see the two are going to do the orgy before the feast."
She shook her head and continued with mixing up the spaghetti sauce.
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Well, that's it. I vaugely remember passing out slightly after that. I think I was
supposed to drag Haruka's parents into it and Professor Tomoe showing up
with his new girlfriend, Aya Fuyutsuki. But that's another story.
Maybe next year.
Now let me sleep. I should have stuck with gin and whiskey that going with
the Bordeaux.
Merry Christmas or as Setsuna puts it, Happy Mara's Day, all around.
Hope you have a nice orgy! ^_^