Hino Rei is on fire (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} passionflame) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2012-10-03 12:44:00 |
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What: Meeting and discussing things for the club.
When: Just after their conversation in this.
Where: At Burning Mandala.
Rating: PG13 for fighting and shoving each other in glitter. Also, terrible flirting.
Status: Complete
Rei was more than eager for this. Of all people for her to run into! Tenoh Haruka, the gorgeous and talented racer that she’d had eyes for since she found him in that teen magazine she stole from one of her younger dancers. She mostly stole it to steal the larger poster of him, setting it right by her bed and it may have been the aid to many fantasy ‘endeavors’.
She fixed the tube top she’d selected to show off her more than ample chest, and a tight fitting black short skirt. Red heels to match and she was more than ready and eager for him to get here. Girlfriend or not, he would not fall out of her grasp so easily. She knew what she wanted, she knew how to set fire and passion in a man (and in a woman for that matter).
It was rare that Haruka would actually willingly do something for someone who was such a massive fangirl. Rei seemed nice enough, though, and mostly harmless, so it wasn’t like this was going to end badly... hopefully.
Running a hand through her hair, she looked to Michiru. Hopefully, her being here wouldn’t change things... “You’re sure you want to be here?”
Michiru arched an eyebrow “Of course I am. You don’t want what happened with Rarity to happen here, do you?” She certainly didn’t. Only she was allowed to touch any of her. She was fine with looking and talking. But touching, totally not allowed. She looked up to her before being the one to walk in and back towards where Haruka had been told to meet her.
When they entered it would be to a candlelit room and Rei sitting on one of the fainting chair props. Seeing Michiru there she eyetwitched, turning as red as her shirt. “Why did you come with?! Why did you bring her with you?” She quickly stood up, stomping one foot.
“I obviously had good reason to be here.” Crossed her arms and tapped her foot quickly.
Oh, this was off to a fantastic start. Haruka honestly didn’t want to remember what’d happened with Rarity, as awkward as it’d been. “Ladies, please. Don’t. Michiru came with me as... part of our manager’s terms. It’s apparently bad for our image if I go to a burlesque club alone.”
That was at least partially a lie, but probably true. The tabloids paid far too much attention to them as it was, and her going to a place like this alone... well, the rumours it’d spawn.
Michiru put her hand up to silence Haruka. “Hush. This doesn’t involve you really.” Well it did, but it was between two ‘women’.
“You just going to let her control you like that?” Glared at Michiru. “He’s your man, not your slave. I’d be better for him.”
“He isn’t my slave, he just knows when not to interfere!”
“Slave.” Rei rolled her eyes and looked to Haruka. “You really want this green monster controlling you? Stay with me and I’ll let you control me all you wa-” Gasped and stumbled back when she felt the sting of a hand across her cheek.
“You shut the hell up.” Michiru pulled her hand back, shaking it from the sting of slapping her. “Whore.”
“I am no whore!”
“You sure dress like one!” Stomped her own foot.
Rei let out a growl almost and lunged for her. “At least I have things to flaunt!” She grabbed her hair and went for slapping again.
Haruka sighed and stepped in, grabbing her wrist and stopping her. “Michiru doesn’t control me. She’s just... my better half, most of the time. Stops me from doing too many stupid things a day...” It didn’t apply to her racing, thankfully, even though she could’ve probably gained a little by being safer during that.
Letting go of her wrist, she stepped back, briefly glancing to Michiru. “Don’t give up hope, though. You never know when you might get a chance.”
Saying that felt strangely familiar. She’d never get over that sort of feeling.
Rei simply looked Haruka up and down before looking to Michiru. “You’re lucky I don’t call security.”
“You don’t have a security guard that could hold me down or carry me out.” Michiru’s eyes are narrow, the faintest of smirks curled on either corner of her mouth. What was this woman playing at? She trusted Haruka, but sometimes women could get carried away and take advantage of playboys with flirting habits.”Besides, if I have him trained so well, couldn’t I just tell him I don’t want him judge or showing his face here ever again? Hmm?
“But!” She bit her lip and glared. She had a point. If everything she said about her was a true, she could ruin her business in a few simple words. Defeated, she dropped her shoulders, still looking at her with slightly frustrated eyes. “You’re a cruel woman...”
Like Haruka would ever actually let someone take advantage of her. Michiru was the only exception to that, and only because she had her ways. Often sexy ways. Of course, it also helped that Michiru knew she wasn’t exactly as male as she liked to pretend she was...
“She’s cruel, but she’s got an incredible eye for detail. You should see her paintings sometime,” it was up to her to steer the conversation to somewhere more pleasant, wasn’t it? That was going to be fun. “Don’t worry. She’s not always like this.”
“Hey!” Michiru exclaimed, semi-glaring over to her. “I’m not always like what?”
“A royal bitch with jealousy issues?” A simple adding to the conversation. “You did hit me.”
“You did call me controlling and tried to hint at seducing my boyfriend. I think I have every right to be jealous.” Glared down at her. “Then again, it’s obvious who has the complete package of brains, talent, and looks in this room. When it comes to women, that is.”
Rei couldn’t help but let out another heated growl, clenching a fist. “I have all three of those things. Thank you very much.” Move closer to her.
“Where? Your bra where you stuffed everything up?” Arched an eyebrow, stepping forward herself. She wasn’t going to back down for this, and would finish it, if Rei so much as started only a small step.
“Urgh! You... You!” Lunged for her, managing one punch before feeling her hair yanked back and a back hand put against her cheek. In being shoved down, she turned to pinning Michiru down so she could get at trying to get the best of this.
Michiru hissed out, flipping her as quickly as she had, removing her earrings to toss them to the side before going for scratching at Rei’s shoulders and neck. “You need to learn your place!”
Haruka honestly despaired of these two. This was part of why she’d been entirely intending to come on her own - Michiru’s jealous streak was an evil one, and it was hardly fair to attack someone who didn’t have powers of her own.
“...If you two need a moment, I’m sure there’s somewhere more private than this.”
“Shut up or no sex!” Glared at Haruka, which was most likely a mistake because she quickly felt a slap against the left side of her face and the very back of her hair pulled. When she was flipped onto her back she used her knees to push Rei up and over her head. She hopped up and went for her, not seeing how close to the edge of the stage they’d actually gotten.
A few steps back and Rei was trying to figure out where they were. She spun the attacking Michiru and let out a yelp as they both fell down and into the large box the cleaners had used to pile all of the used glitter and confetti into.
This was just getting insane. Haruka rolled her eyes, shaking her head. What was it about them that seemed to attract insanity like this? “Are you two done yet?”
She was going to have to avoid them for a little while, at least until they got the glitter off. People thought she was gay often enough, and that Michiru was just a convenient cover. There wasn’t any need to give them more ammunition, right?
Michiru didn’t hear much of what Haruka had said, too much flail at trying not to ingest any of the sparkly mess. When her head surfaced she looked over to Rei, whose face had far too much glitter for words. “You look ridiculous!”
“You’re no better! You look like you fell out of a unicorn’s ass!” Giggled and tried to wipe at least some of it off. She managed to get on the edge of the box, still laughing.
She could only fake a pout. “That’s just insanity! Unicorns don’t exist!” Well, maybe not here. Then again, she had seen weirder things in her dreams. So maybe. She herself got out and back onto the stage. She’s head to toe in the stuff.
“Hey, does he like glitter at all?”
“Not much, why?” Tipped her head.
Rei leaned in and very softly whispered something about giving him a hug of thanks.
“I think he deserves that. We are getting along now!” Slowly crept over as if to pass Haruka before wrapping her arms around her midsection.
She hugged just the same, only around Haruka’s arm.She’s making sure to get as much on said arm as possible.
“...I hate you both so much.” And yet, Haruka was clearly totally resigned to her glittery fate. It wasn’t like it wouldn’t come off, she supposed, and it was nothing that changing clothes wouldn’t fix.
At least there seemed to be a kind of truce between the two of them. For now.
“And yet, you’ll be moaning my name tonight.” She smirked, subtly digging her nails into her hips for a second.
Rei pulled away and looked at herself. “I need a shower... I feel like three gay men exploded after stepping off of a pride parade float.” Shook her arms to try and free herself of some of the glitter.
“That has got to be the most unique phrase I have ever heard.... That’s saying something. Considering I’m dating this one and all.” Patted Haruka’s shoulder.
“Hey!” She wasn’t the one who said weird things, dammit. That was that radio DJ she sometimes listened to, the one who sounded so ridiculously blonde... “You know I’m not that bad...”
True, she sometimes got her words mixed up a little when speaking in English, but that was something you’d expect of someone who had English as a fourth language. She couldn’t be perfect all the time!
“So it’s not you talking to hear yourself talk most of to the time, then?” Michiru stuck her tongue out at her, letting out a little giddy noise.
Rei rolled her eyes. “Do you two always flirt this much?” Ran a hand down the back of her head. “Because you two are terrible people for it. Kind of reminds me of Valentines day... Only I’m in the diabetic ward.”
Haruka shrugged. “Occasionally? I guess? She flirts more than I do, sometimes...”
At least she tended to only flirt with men, even if she wasn’t actually interested. It made it a lot easier to keep everything in order.
“Why, are you feeling left out?” Arched an eyebrow and folded her arms in front of her.
Rei gave a face, almost a pout. “Don’t go there...” Rolled her eyes. “Not like either of you are really my type.”
“Says the woman who tried to seduce my boyfriend~” Stuck her tongue at her. “Either way, you’ll never have him. You’re not his type.”
“I have to be short, tiny, and snobbish?” Stuck her tongue at her in return.
“I’ll have you know my taste is pretty varied...” True, Haruka didn’t tend to act on it, but that was just because of the effort it took to keep from being outed. She’d managed it before, though, long before she’d met Michiru. “There’s nothing wrong with embracing your true feelings, kitten.”
Because dammit, she was allowed to tease her. It’d just be wrong if she didn’t.
Rei may have turned the same colour as the red lipstick on her lips. How was Michiru even okay with him doing that? Flirting like that when she was right there? “Well... Uh. My feelings are really weird and all over the place...”
She couldn’t help but eyetwitch, trying her best to ignore it. She would ask the same thing, but would have answered Rei asking it with lots of patience and using sex as a weapon and training tool. She sighed, grab a handful of glitter and shoved it down the backside of Haruka’s pants because she can.
Haruka let out a distinctly undignified yelp at that. “Goddammit! No glitter there!”’
Michiru led out the most girlish of giggles, yanking Haruka the direction of the box, making damn sure she can’t get free. “No glitter there? How about every,” Pushed her closer to the box. “where...” Pushed even close. “else.” With that, she shoved her back, meeping only because her hand was held firmly onto. “No!”
Like hell was Haruka going down alone. If she had to be covered in glitter, goddammit, Michiru was getting it too. Possibly twice as bad, if she got her own way.
Rei just stared, mostly in awe that two people that seemed so mature and in control of their selves... were just as childish and immature as the next couple. If only at times, of course.
“You.. Bastard!” Sputtered, trying to get the glitter off of her lips and face.
“You guys do know that most of that glitter comes from the male dancers crotch rocket shorts, right?” Folded her arms and offset her hips. “They thrust their hips at the end of the number and shoot it out as if it were... well. Use your imagination.”
Michiru made a face that was a cross between horror, amusement, and disgust.
That was just... special. Haruka made a face and attempted to get up, offering Michiru a hand to help her. “I think we can guess what that means. We’d probably prefer not to think on it, though...”
As much as Haruka enjoyed being ‘male’, she wanted to avoid thinking about those kind of reactions for as long as possible. It made sense, right?
Totally made sense. Once stable and far enough away to keep from being dragged back in, she shoved her back into the box and scurried off and behind Rei.
“Hey! No using me as a shield!” Flailed and tried to keep from being in front of her.
Haruka swore under her breath and pulled herself out, shaking off some of the excess glitter as best she could. “I don’t think using her as a shield will save you, Michiru. Remember, we do live together...”
“And I have both ke-” She felt at her coat pocket, frantically looking forward until she heard jingling and looked up.
Rei simply laughed. Okay, maybe she could spend some time with these two, they seemed like too much fun to ignore.
Haruka pocketed the keys with a smirk. Sure, it might’ve been a bit lessened by the whole being covered in glitter thing, but it probably balanced out fine. “I plan ahead. How else do you think I’m such a good racer?”
Other than the obvious affinity for speed. It wasn’t too hard to figure out your opponents’ weaknesses if you did a little research.
Michiru had a momentary lapse of ‘oh shit, I look like a fool’ before regaining her composure again. “Fair enough. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight and you won’t be getting any for quite a while.” Smirked and turned to speak wit
h Rei alone about what Haruka would be judging, where she had to make sure she went, and what she was allowed to do to help.
“You’re a cruel woman to him.” All the same Rei was laughing at it all. These two bicker like some old married couple on their anniversary trip.
“...Why do you always do that?” Haruka ran a hand through her hair, making a face when she realised just how much glitter was left. This was clearly a job for a near industrial strength shower, or she’d be glittering everything she touched for weeks. “Don’t I get any say in this stuff?”
Michiru didn’t get to make all the decisions, right?
Rei looked over to her “She was just making sure that I gave you the utmost privacy at all times. Said it was because you had an incident with a fan and that I’m to make sure no one follows you anywhere they shouldn’t.” Sure, sounded weird considering a lot of male actors like the attention, but everyone is different.
“I guess I’m being too much of a bother though, I’ll meet you back home. I have some meal shopping to do.” With that she grabbed her purse from the table closest to the stage and went to head towards the door.
She couldn’t help but arch her eyebrow. Strange woman that one, or just hormonal. Either way. “She gave me all the information I needed. I just have to call you when I need you.” Wrote everything down. “You can leave now if you want. I need to do costume inventory and repairs.”
That was probably a better excuse than Haruka would’ve come up with. She’d already developed a decent excuse to use for the binder, but it’d be nice to work without even the slightest risk of it being seen. Life was awkward enough as it was.
“If you think you’ll be okay, kitten,” and yes, that was definitely a thing now. It wasn’t a nickname she gave to many people, but they tended to deserve it. “I’m looking forward to this. And for more reasons than just seeing pretty women dance.”
“I’ll be fine. You’re girlfriend on the other hand... She doesn’t seem like she’s saying everything that’s going on with her. I’ve always been able to sense when things go wrong, since I was little. Something doesn’t feel right with her.” Rei shrugged and set the clipboard with his information on the closest table. “I’d go see what’s up.”
“We’re not exactly the most normal couple, in case you missed that...” Still, she had a point. Kind of. Even if the link wasn’t exactly giving anything away right now. “I’ll see you for the judging, kitten. Maybe some other time before then, if we’re lucky.”