No.
Because by the time she got there, her feet would be so sore from walking!
So now, she’d rather punch Haruka in the face. The satisfying crunch resulting from that would be music to her ears. As great as any symphony she could give.
“And why did Jacques have to be so big? If he wasn’t...” The young woman trailed off as she realized what she was talking about and blushed in embarrassment. Okay, so she was a little comfortable. That didn’t mean she enjoyed it last night. Not at all. After all, she was 100% man-hating lesbian!
...
...Okay, maybe not man-hating.
Man-tolerable sounded good right about now. Especially with the way Jacques could use his-
“I can’t take this!” Michiru cried and decided to take some rest. She still had a way to go and walking aimlessly in her current confusion was a sure way to get her lost so she had to walk a lot more.
Sighing, Michiru walked into the nearest building, hoping to sit down for awhile. She was in the business district and it smelled like a restaurant. Lovely. And her without money. Oh well. She’d just sit down for five minutes and continue her trip.
Hearing the bell above the doorway tingle, the Hostess turned to the newcomer. “Hello there,” The Beagle-Splicer with white fur with brown and black patches greeted. “I’m Kiriko. Welcome to the Anthro Diner.”
Michiru blinked her eyes. “Anthro Diner?” All she needed. Now she was in a Spliced restaurant. Looking about, Michiru saw that, yes, she was the ONLY Unspliced person in there at the time. Could her luck be any more rotten?
“Yes. We’re a Diner that caters to those who have brought out their inner-Fur,” Kiriko explained. “Would you like a seat at the counter? I’m afraid our booths our reserved for at least two-person parties, since the establishment tends to get filled rather quickly.”
Taken aback, Michiru blinked her eyes in surprise. “You’re letting me in?” She looked at herself carefully, wondering if having sex with Jacques was all she did last night. She didn’t see any scales.
“Of course,” Kiriko said to the teal-haired woman. “We aren’t racist or specist after all. Just because someone isn’t Spliced doesn’t mean we’re not going to serve them.”
Michiru fidgeted uncomfortably before admitting, “Thanks. But I don’t have any money with me. I just wanted to sit down a couple of minutes before I started walking again.”
“Oh, it’s okay, deary,” Kiriko told the human woman assuringly. “The way things have been going today, sometimes you just need to stop and relax.”
“Thank you,” Michiru said sincerely and walked in. She really needed the rest right now.
Walking up to the counter, Michiru was able to take a seat at one of the vacant stools. The one next to hers was Vacant, but then to her right she was sitting next to a rather interesting Cat Splice. Pink-furred with purple stripes.
Michiru looked around and, as expected, saw that the Spliced people were all just that. People. How could she let Haruka take things so far?
She saw families gathered to eat, friends gathered to talk and drink, people just generally relaxing. These weren’t monsters.
With a sigh Michiru rested her head on her hands and closed her eyes to try and make sense of all that happened in the last two days.
“So,” Came the voice of the blue, (wait, wasn’t he pink before?) cat next to her. “What Splice are you thinking of getting?” The Cat asked, having misinterpreted her actions.
Michiru’s eyes opened and she turned to her side. “I... Haven’t thought about it?” Somehow getting Spliced didn’t seem as bad as she thought when she first saw Hotaru.
“Ah, here for inspiration, I see...” Said the Cat Spliced as he scratched his now green-furred chin with an indigo-hued hand. “You must be interested. Humans come in here all the time... Except today, with what happened. They’re afraid we'll do something drastic. You must be very brave.”
“Uh... What are you talking about?” Michiru had the feeling she knew, but better to play it safe.
The Cat-Splice sighed. “Someone blew the Splicing Center up last night. Or, two someones to be precise. Sailor Senshi. A wave of anti-Senshi hysteria had been across the minds of most Splicers... Well, Until she appeared that is...” The Now purple-furred cat took a hold of his cup of tea and took a sip.
“Until who appeared?” Michiru knew about the blowing up part, but she didn’t know about what happened next.
“Well, all morning, there’s been anti-Senshi demonstrations... Sit-ins... Burnings of Senshi crap... All stuff to show people and Splicers were against the Sailor Senshi.” The now-yellow-furred Cat scratched the side of his head. “Understandable too. Since because of Sailor Uranus and Sailor Neptune, A LOT of people are going to be stuck as Splicers for the rest of their lives.”
“Oh...” Michiru said in a small voice.
“Yeah...” The Cat-Splice said. Since she was watching him, this time Michiru saw the actual shift in color of his fur, going from yellow to green. “Uranus destroyed the vault where people’s original DNA coding was stocked. Without that, people that would want to, can’t become normal humans again.”
That’s... Horrible,” Michiru really needed to have words with Haruka. She was also feeling extremely guilty. While she didn't help her lover it was also true she didn't stop her.
“It is... Still, at least it SEEMS not all the Senshi are to blame,” The Cat said with a hint of relief. “Panthress Pluto went on television to speak on behalf of all the Senshi.”
Michiru blinked at that. She opened her mouth to speak, closed it and blinked again. “Panthress?”
“Yes,” The multi-colored Cat-spliced said. “She’s a Panthress Splice.” He smirked. “And a hot one at that, too!”
Now this was news! “I didn’t see that.” It did explain a couple of things, though. Particularly why Setsuna forged their signatures to have Hotaru-chan Spliced.
“Ah, they’ll probably play it again on the news tonight," The Cat said, his fur going from bright red to... Plaid? “But damn, was she ever a cutie.”
Michiru nodded absently and sighed. She was hungry, but it was probably time for her to get on her way. “I should get going.”
“Same here,” Said the Cat-Splicer before his fur seemingly faded to nothing, along with his clothes. The faintest traces left behind were his eyes and smile, before they too, disappeared into nothing.
Blinking her eyes, Michiru couldn’t believe what she just saw. She tentatively held her arm out to feel at the seat. Nothing. He wasn’t there. Michiru blinked her eyes again in surprise and shook her head. She’d seen weirder things in her life.
“Ozzy?” Came the voice of the female Beagle-Splice, carrying a tray. “Ozzy?” She looked about and frowned. “Damn it, he left without paying again. Pain-in-the-ass...”
“He comes here often?” Michiru asked.
“Too often,” the Beagle-Splice answered. Shaking her head, Kiriko looked at the teal-tressed woman. “Since he isn’t here, do you want his coffee?” She offered the warm cup of caffeinated beverage to Michiru. “On the house.”
“I... Thanks.” Maybe a good cup of coffee would put her nerves at ease. She sat down on the stool previously occupied and smiled after taking a sip of the hot beverage. “I didn’t realize how drained I was.”
The Beagle-woman smiled as she saw the relief that seemed to wash over the teal-haired woman's features. “Would you like some toast to go with that coffee, Miss?”
The teal-tressed woman shook her head. “No money,” Michiru said regretfully.
“Oh, that’s all right,” Kiriko said. “What’s wrong with a little free toast now and then?”
“Why are you being so nice to me?” The human had to ask. She’d come across some good-hearted people before, but in business that was even rarer.
Smiling gently, the beagle-woman raised her hand and pointed at her nose. “With your scent, it’s easy to see where you stand in all this.”
“Um...” Michiru somehow didn’t know how to take that. “My scent?”
“Well, you obviously have a Splicer as a lover,” Kiriko said. “His scent is all over you!”
Michiru chocked on her coffee and had a coughing fit. She was thankful for it, in a way, that way it hid her blush at the not so subtle implication.
Kiriko was patting Michiru on the back. “Easy... Easy, girl, relax. Don’t try to drink so fast.”
Once she recovered, the teal-haired woman nodded thankfully at Kiriko. “I was just hungry, sorry.”
Kiriko nodded her head. “Well, relax for a bit, and regain your bearings. Then you can be off on your way. Okay?”
Michiru nodded and decided to take Kiriko up on that offer. It would also give her time to cool down her thoughts. She came here to do just that in the first place, but found herself even more flustered than before. It seemed like she was really affected by that night of hot, passionate... She moaned and slapped her forehead with her hand.
Bad thoughts! Bad non-lesbian thoughts! Bad, bad, BAD! She needed a cold shower and fast.
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