From Sailor Moon Flash!
| Featuring: | Rin |
| IC Date: | September 2002 |
| Status: | Completed |
| Summary: | The Captain has many duties; some are more distasteful than others. |
Rin slunk out of the bookstore like a cat burgler, looking huntedly left and right before taking a breath and hurrying out onto the sidewalk busy with afternoon traffic. At every stoplight she reached over her shoulder to assure herself that her backpack was still there where it belonged, and still secure.
The first time she'd seen those things in the bookstore, she'd been at first utterly appalled, and then ragingly furious. How dare they be so familiar! She bought every volume they had and fully intended to hunt down every single person responsible and carve this unfathomable impudence out of their hides. ...Unfortunately, there just hadn't been enough time. At least, that was what she kept telling herself.
When the public first started taking notice of their battles it had been a little flattering, she couldn't deny that; seeing herself on the news, even if the magic of her soldier's shape prevented anyone from knowing exactly who was performing the ass-kicking demonstrated, was pretty sweet. But then it had gone from flattering to tedious, and once the enterprising capitalists got involved it just got to be extreme.
For instance, had anyone told her a year ago that she, Kansou Rin, would be an action figure (with ripcord flying action and kung-fu grip!), she would have kicked them in the face for making fun of her.
By the time she got to her block, she'd taken off her backpack and held it close to her chest with her arms crossed over it, the better to make sure that it and its contents were safe. She unlocked her door into dimness, and let out a held breath when she saw no shoes by the door: she was alone.
She raced down the hall to her bedroom and, alone or not, closed and locked the door behind her just to be safe. Dropping her backpack on the bed, she flipped on the desk lamp and made sure her blinds were tightly closed. Finally assured of her privacy, Rin opened her bag and drew out the wrapped package from the bookstore carefully, as though it were something dangerous that might burn her.
After unwrapping it with careful motions, she ran her fingers over the smooth, brightly colored cover. Galaxy Snow, Volume Three, the title said in a line of neat, English letters; it had been first advertised in the back of last month's Otherworld Silver and Gold by the same circle and she'd checked the shelves for it every day since. Eyeing the couple on the cover with a critical eye, she had to admit they'd done a decent job with Amakusa this time -- though they never quite managed to capture Himesama effectively.
Her eyes widened as she flipped through the pages. This was a subject they hadn't covered before, and she wasn't entirely sure that the pieces of Himesama's metal skirt actually worked that way. She was, however, definitely certain that Himesama -- or Amakusa -- should never have to see what people were doing with her likeness. Or what her likenesses were doing, for that matter.
And that was her job, as the Captain: taking care of everything Himesama shouldn't have to worry about.
Rin closed the doujinshi, making sure she hadn't creased the spine, and slid it under her mattress to live with the other nineteen very, very dirty volumes of things Himesama shouldn't have to worry about.
She paused, then, in the midst of undressing and hanging up her school uniform, and checked the clock. At least two hours until dinner.
Plenty of time to read it again.
