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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.”

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They looked like sisters, someone had said, once. 

She’d laughed, then, shrugging it off as easily as a coat on a warm spring day. They didn’t look much alike, not to her. No, Haruka was muted where she was bright, her hair tempered to ash by the shadows of her life, her eyes gone grey with the storms in them, while Mina’s hair and eyes shone bright in the sunlight, and sparkled with the bubbly quality of her own heart, the champagne that never went flat. 

It seemed distant, now, the way the colors in an oil painting could be bright and oh so far away, that day on the patio of some small bistro Mina had wanted to hate because Michiru had recommended it, and yet the blooms of the garden surrounding it perfumed the air, and the food was unfussily delicious, and Haruka leaned back in her chair easily as the waiter accused them, teasing Mina that she was so quick to deny her, so quick to make sure everyone knew they didn’t share anything but fries. 

I’d let them call you anything they wanted, Ruka, she thought, staring at the gold glinting off the one earring in her left ear. 

“Right is the gay ear, bud, are you trying to say–” 

“No, right means you like guys!” She’d protested so highly, her nose wrinkling in a way that made her seem young, made her seem like she’d had a childhood, “But left means you like girls! Left is–” 

“Left is for lesbian.” She said to no one in particular,and touched the choker at her neck. She shouldn’t have it. She shouldn’t be able to. It should have disappeared with the rest of Haruka’s uniform, when she’d given that last final sigh. 

But Mina was leader, wasn’t she? Mina could bend the rules, just a little, and she’d taken it off, and held it in her hand, and though fate and destiny and all those words that were a swear in her mouth could take Haruka, she would hold this. 

Her own choker never appeared again, when the warm wind of orange and yellow and love came over her. It was always Haruka’s. 

Haruka’s. Not Uranus’. If it were Uranus’, it would have disappeared. 

It was important to Mina, to note the difference. 

The glass caught the glint of her hair, drifting in the wind, as her army formed behind her, her eyes searching into the reflection. Ash with the shadow of the day. Her eyes grey with the coming storm. 

They looked like sisters, someone had said, once.