Fic: Home Alone
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Fandom: Sailor Moon
Pairing (if applicable): Usagi/Mamoru
Rating: PG
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shitennou_ai Advent Drabblender 17. Home Alone.
A/N: I thought I’d get to this in some other drabble, but I guess not. So, teenage Chibiusa goes by the nickname Suki. What sixteen year old really wants to be known as the miniature version of their mother, anyway?
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They had left her back at the house, even though she was sixteen, as if she had never fought a youma before. Suki had pouted for a few moments, turning aimlessly in the unfamiliar living room and wondering if she could figure out how to work the television. While she was fluent in English, technology terms had changed significantly in the intervening years. She could order a Starbucks coffee flawlessly - some things never changed - but antique technology evaded her.
America looked like it was going to be harder than she anticipated.
Suki threw the remote back down on the table before going over the fridge to rummage. Beer and beer appeared to be her choices, with a bottle of vodka the lone occupant of the freezer. She made a face, shutting the door with another pout.
The Shitennou - so much younger than she had expected - had basically jumped out of their skin at her existence, and there was an undercurrent of tension with the Senshi she hadn’t anticipated. Usagi had whispered to her that they’d been introduced not long before, and that had made a few comments from when she was young come into clarity. Still, these men seemed nothing like her uncles, far more detached from their future selves than the Senshi had been, even Usagi.
Suki wandered back out of the kitchen, eyeing the hallway leading back to the bedrooms and then the clock on the television. Surely she had time for just a peek.
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Pairing (if applicable): Usagi/Mamoru
Rating: PG
Prompt:
shitennou_ai Advent Drabblender 17. Home Alone.A/N: I thought I’d get to this in some other drabble, but I guess not. So, teenage Chibiusa goes by the nickname Suki. What sixteen year old really wants to be known as the miniature version of their mother, anyway?
***
They had left her back at the house, even though she was sixteen, as if she had never fought a youma before. Suki had pouted for a few moments, turning aimlessly in the unfamiliar living room and wondering if she could figure out how to work the television. While she was fluent in English, technology terms had changed significantly in the intervening years. She could order a Starbucks coffee flawlessly - some things never changed - but antique technology evaded her.
America looked like it was going to be harder than she anticipated.
Suki threw the remote back down on the table before going over the fridge to rummage. Beer and beer appeared to be her choices, with a bottle of vodka the lone occupant of the freezer. She made a face, shutting the door with another pout.
The Shitennou - so much younger than she had expected - had basically jumped out of their skin at her existence, and there was an undercurrent of tension with the Senshi she hadn’t anticipated. Usagi had whispered to her that they’d been introduced not long before, and that had made a few comments from when she was young come into clarity. Still, these men seemed nothing like her uncles, far more detached from their future selves than the Senshi had been, even Usagi.
Suki wandered back out of the kitchen, eyeing the hallway leading back to the bedrooms and then the clock on the television. Surely she had time for just a peek.
