Nothing New, Nothing Understood [Minako/Kunzite]
Title: Nothing New, Nothing Understood
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Characters: Minako/Kunzite
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Prompt: Resolutions
Minako was the hottest girl in the room. Kunzite might be biased, but the statement was no less true for it. She sauntered into the party like she owned the floor, and the way the other girls glared and the men drooled, her claim to ownership was not challenged. Her hips swayed under the silken fabric of the night’s dress. He fought to keep his hand on her hip instead of exploring a little more of that silk in public. She’d already smacked his hand for getting handsy on her once.
Bon Jovi blared from the speakers, and it wasn’t a recording. This New Year’s party would be nothing like the one that the shintennou and their girlfriends were celebrating in Tokyo tonight. (Or last night? He couldn’t keep the time differences straight.) That quiet venture might have been preferable if Mina hadn’t needed to make an appearance here tonight. New York City was a vastly different world to Tokyo, he’d discovered.
Minako situated herself by perching on the edge of a table, unoccupied because the floors pulsed with dancing and drinking and laughing. More than once he’d seen drugs floating around, but true to her promise Minako was staying clean tonight. She gave him a sultry smirk, and he stood directly in front of her, smirking back.
“Well, general, how do you fare?” she asked, loudly for the music, though he barely heard her. She was jabbing at his ego. Parties like this made him nervous. More than once he’d be propositioned for sex and magazine covers. Minako rarely helped on the latter point: she still thought he’d make a fabulous male model. He didn’t even find that suggestion funny.
“I’ll survive, Venus.” He replied. His deep voice was lost to the throbbing pulse of the music, but her smirk caught the meaning if not the exact intonation.
“I would hope so. I’d hate to think that open war is easier done than one little New Year’s Eve party.” She replied. She slid to standing. She was still significantly shorter than him, nearly a foot so, but with her heels and her pride she looked taller. She pressed herself tall onto her tip toes and pressed a kiss to the juncture of his neck and his jaw. Then the little imp danced around him and headed for the open bar, leaving him staring after her.
“I don’t know how you did it. Minako’s such a flake; she never sticks with one guy for more than a week, and then you come along.” The not-quite-bitter voice shattered Kunzite’s consideration of the particular sway of Minako’s hips as she walked away. He turned to the owner of the voice, a scrawny heroin-sheik male model that Kuznite thought he’d seen once or twice before but couldn’t place a name to. He didn’t like him now, either.
“She isn’t a flake.” He said defensively. “Thinking like that is the reason you couldn’t hold on to her for long.”
The man barked a laugh, and Kunzite realized that reason would again be useless here. The man was so obviously high on something that it wouldn’t be possible to get him to listen to anything. Only spotting Minako on her way back with two drinks made him back down, though. She swept in, handed him his own drink, and managed to wriggle them both away from heroin-sheik, and was shaking her head as she led him away. Her humor wasn’t gone, but it was banked now.
He grabbed her arm and spun her around. A second’s worth of temper filled her eyes before she hid it well and gave him a sassy smirk that wasn’t quite convincing, but only to him he was sure. “You aren’t a flake. Why do you go out of your way to convince them otherwise?”
She let out a sigh, deflating before his very eyes. “It’s a lot easier to be a dumb model than an intelligent young woman in this industry.” She said.
Kunzite just stared at her, not quite believing her words, but she was gone again before he could reply.
“It’s almost midnight, come on.” And she was tugging him along like a favorite toy, missing all its stuffing now for the love and attention she gave it. But as the countdown played out, the only resolution Kunzite made was a reconfirmation that he wasn’t to be with Minako for another year… and that he wanted to spend that time trying to figure out the enigma that was his girlfriend.
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Characters: Minako/Kunzite
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Prompt: Resolutions
Minako was the hottest girl in the room. Kunzite might be biased, but the statement was no less true for it. She sauntered into the party like she owned the floor, and the way the other girls glared and the men drooled, her claim to ownership was not challenged. Her hips swayed under the silken fabric of the night’s dress. He fought to keep his hand on her hip instead of exploring a little more of that silk in public. She’d already smacked his hand for getting handsy on her once.
Bon Jovi blared from the speakers, and it wasn’t a recording. This New Year’s party would be nothing like the one that the shintennou and their girlfriends were celebrating in Tokyo tonight. (Or last night? He couldn’t keep the time differences straight.) That quiet venture might have been preferable if Mina hadn’t needed to make an appearance here tonight. New York City was a vastly different world to Tokyo, he’d discovered.
Minako situated herself by perching on the edge of a table, unoccupied because the floors pulsed with dancing and drinking and laughing. More than once he’d seen drugs floating around, but true to her promise Minako was staying clean tonight. She gave him a sultry smirk, and he stood directly in front of her, smirking back.
“Well, general, how do you fare?” she asked, loudly for the music, though he barely heard her. She was jabbing at his ego. Parties like this made him nervous. More than once he’d be propositioned for sex and magazine covers. Minako rarely helped on the latter point: she still thought he’d make a fabulous male model. He didn’t even find that suggestion funny.
“I’ll survive, Venus.” He replied. His deep voice was lost to the throbbing pulse of the music, but her smirk caught the meaning if not the exact intonation.
“I would hope so. I’d hate to think that open war is easier done than one little New Year’s Eve party.” She replied. She slid to standing. She was still significantly shorter than him, nearly a foot so, but with her heels and her pride she looked taller. She pressed herself tall onto her tip toes and pressed a kiss to the juncture of his neck and his jaw. Then the little imp danced around him and headed for the open bar, leaving him staring after her.
“I don’t know how you did it. Minako’s such a flake; she never sticks with one guy for more than a week, and then you come along.” The not-quite-bitter voice shattered Kunzite’s consideration of the particular sway of Minako’s hips as she walked away. He turned to the owner of the voice, a scrawny heroin-sheik male model that Kuznite thought he’d seen once or twice before but couldn’t place a name to. He didn’t like him now, either.
“She isn’t a flake.” He said defensively. “Thinking like that is the reason you couldn’t hold on to her for long.”
The man barked a laugh, and Kunzite realized that reason would again be useless here. The man was so obviously high on something that it wouldn’t be possible to get him to listen to anything. Only spotting Minako on her way back with two drinks made him back down, though. She swept in, handed him his own drink, and managed to wriggle them both away from heroin-sheik, and was shaking her head as she led him away. Her humor wasn’t gone, but it was banked now.
He grabbed her arm and spun her around. A second’s worth of temper filled her eyes before she hid it well and gave him a sassy smirk that wasn’t quite convincing, but only to him he was sure. “You aren’t a flake. Why do you go out of your way to convince them otherwise?”
She let out a sigh, deflating before his very eyes. “It’s a lot easier to be a dumb model than an intelligent young woman in this industry.” She said.
Kunzite just stared at her, not quite believing her words, but she was gone again before he could reply.
“It’s almost midnight, come on.” And she was tugging him along like a favorite toy, missing all its stuffing now for the love and attention she gave it. But as the countdown played out, the only resolution Kunzite made was a reconfirmation that he wasn’t to be with Minako for another year… and that he wanted to spend that time trying to figure out the enigma that was his girlfriend.