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Ocean’s 8 but the Senshi

“I’m trying to go straight!” Haruka whirled around and marched across the garage, Mina at her heels. 

She scoffed. “Good luck bud, I think we both know that’s not happening.”

“I HAVE BEEN–” She pointed a finger in Mina’s face, “Oh, oh, aha, very funny.” She picked up a rag and went back to the bench behind her. 

Mina hopped up on the stool and wrapped an arm around Haruka’s shoulders. “Think of it, Haruka, one last heist, and you and I go off and live on the shores of Montenegro together! Eating shrimp by day, romancing women by night…”

“Where’s Montenegro?” 

“That’s on a need to know basis, I’ll tell you on the way.” 

Haruka shook her head and scowled. “I like NOT being in prison!” 

Mina shrugged. “So we won’t get caught.” 

“I ALWAYS get caught, ever since we were kids, you manage to slip away–” 

“Well, not always.” 

“and I end up in trouble. I hate prison, Mina!” She dramatically thumped her hand against her chest, “The beds are hard, there’s never any chicken nuggets, and they won’t let me wear boxer shorts. And I always get caught, always, every time.” 

Mina stared at her a moment. “So what I’m hearing is we need to work on your cover story.” 

“Mina.” 

“As lovely as this has been, lingering about as you chat in this idyllic location,” there was a voice from the door, and Haruka turned to it as Mina rolled her eyes. 

The light coming through the door of garage illuminated her like a halo, the edge of her pink dress fluttering slightly in the breeze. Her teal hair curled delicately about her shoulders, bright against the petal pink, her face pale as the moon in the night. 

But what Haruka noticed the most were her eyes. The sea echoed in them, neither blue nor green nor aqua, but all of those colors at once, washing in and out like the tide. She blinked as she looked at Haruka, her eyelashes brushing against her cheeks and revealing the watercolor of her eyes again. 

“Oh, I apologize, how rude of me.” She smiled at Haruka, the soft blush of her lips pinking Haruka’s cheeks. “We haven’t been introduced.” 

“This is Haruka, we’re known each other since we were kids,” she gestured disinterestedly, “Haruka, this is Michiru Kaioh, heiress and part of my master plan.” 

“A pleasure.” 

“So…” Haruka said, not taking her eyes from Michiru, “What do you need, Mina?” 

Mina sighed. “If I’d fucking known this was all it took, I would have brought her in years ago.”