Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Robot Senshi ❯ Omake 4: The mushy,gushy,fuzzy,wuzzy, ROMANCE omake! ( Chapter 4 )

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WARNING!!!: THIS CONTAINS FLUFFY, WUFFY GOOSHY ROMANCE!!

 

 

~:~ Omake 4: The mushy, gushy, fuzzt wuzzy romance Omake! ~:~

 

Static fizzes until the screen clears to show us that Rei and Usagi are relaxing at the park…

 

Usagi inhaled the sweet smell of autumn, feeling the crisp chill sting her cheeks lightly. Rei sat next to her reading a book with one hand while her left arm had draped itself behind Usagi, though neither girl noticed this.

 

Usagi smiled and leaned back, shivering when a gust of wind cut through her layers of clothing. Subconsciously, she snuggled closer to the miko, laying her head on Rei's shoulder. She felt Rei tense, then relax again.

Usagi breathed deeply again, only to smell Rei's gentle scent, a mixture of spices and incense.

 

She smelled like fire, Usagi decided snuggling even closer to her guardian. She rested her nose at the junction of Rei's neck, delighting in the shiver she invoked from the normally upbeat shrine maiden. Usagi wrapped her arms around Rei's waist, her heart soaring when Rei tightened her left arm around Usagi's shoulders. She grinned against Rei's neck when she felt the miko rest her own head atop the blonde's.

 

“You smell nice.” Usagi murmured. She heard Rei grunt in reply, the book in her hand completely forgotten in favor of holding the moon princess tighter.

 

I was right at the part where Voldemort had Harry cornered…Rei thought lazily. Oh well. I guess I'll never know if Harry survives.

 

 

It was then that the two girls noticed the romantic violin music that had been playing since the omake had started.

 

“What the—?” Rei started, turning to look over her shoulder at the grove of trees. They heard the violin strike a sour note, before a very familiar voice shouted,

 

“Oh shit! They're on to us! RUN MICHI-KOI!!” Haruka shouted, jumping out of the bushes and running for her life.

 

“Wait Ruka-no-baka!” Michiru screamed, infuriated that her wife had completely abandoned her. “You'll be keeping Mr. Couch warm all through next year!”

 

Usagi growled, then turned to the poorly concealed authoress and her associate.

 

“Uh-oh.” Tempestflame muttered. “Retasu-chan?” she said to her fellow Usa/Rei shipper, LunarMiasma. “I think we may be breaking the fourth wall here.”

 

“Really?” LunarMiasma murmured, holding her camera (which had taken several photos of Usagi an Rei to sell on the internet) , “I hadn't noticed.”

 

When Usagi cracked her knuckles threateningly, Tempestflame panicked.

 

“Oh shit! They're on to us! RUN RETASU-CHAN!!” And with that, the two artists/authoresses disappeared into a puff of multicolored smoke.

 

Rei sighed and buried her face in her hands. “She just couldn't resist the self-insertion huh?” she asked dryly.

 

“And she couldn't resist the potentials for comedy.” Usagi moaned, sad that her fluffy moment pf romance was ruined by the authoress.

 

Static fizzes, then the screen goes blank.