Disclaimer: The original Sailor Moon characters and story all belong
to Naoko Takeuchi. Any characters that did not appear in the original
story are my own creation.
Ratings/Warnings: Rating is PG. There is at least some minor bashing
of most of the characters involved in the story, but it is all done
for the sake of good clean humor in mind. (As opposed to just making
the characters look stupid.) This story uses a lot of my favorite
characters, so I'm not going to bash them TOO bad. ^_^
Summary: Just a short and silly fic I wrote over a couple days.
When Michiru watches one too many murder mystery flicks, she
starts to develop suspects of her own... which might not be so bad if
she wasn't accusing Setsuna of knocking off Hotaru's father! What's
more, she's trying her hardest to convince Haruka of Setsuna's crimes
so the two of them can catch her in the name of justice! No sanity
can possibly come from this.
Story Setting: Beginning of Sailor Stars.
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Who Killed Dr. Tomoe?: Chapter 1
by Katrina Kadabra
Haruka slipped the key into the door of her house and turned the
handle. A fresh and familiar aroma greeted as she pushed open the
door and walked in, the smell of home. It felt good to be back again.
As she walked into the living room, she saw Michiru sitting on the
couch, eyes glued to the television screen. Whatever was on the
screen must have been nerve-racking, as Michiru was nervously
fidgeting with a dish towel in her hands and nibbling away at her
nails.
"Hello, Michiru!" Haruka called out. A scream erupted from Michiru's
throat as she jumped up out of her seat. Haruka sighed.
"You're watching those murder mysteries again, aren't you?" she
asked, picking up the remote and turning the show off.
"I can't help it," Michiru replied. "These are all based on real
events, you know. We need to be cautious. Someone you think could be
your best friend could be hiding a terrible secret."
"That so?" Haruka asked, setting the remote and her keys down on the
table and removing her jacket. "I guess that means Setsuna and I are
your first suspects, huh?"
"Oh, Haruka, stop it," said Michiru with a nervous laugh. "I didn't
mean you two." Haruka raised an eyebrow and stepped towards Michiru.
"But didn't I tell you?" she asked in a suddenly soft and dangerous
voice.
"Tell... tell me what?"
"About the body Setsuna has buried in the backyard."
"Sh-she does not," Michiru stammered. Haruka took another step
forward.
"Oh, but she does," she said in the most menacing voice she could
muster. "And that's just the beginning. In fact, she confided in me
that every night she's been sneaking away to do her bloody work..."
Haruka was almost right in Michiru's face, staring down at her with
frenzied, maniacal eyes. Suddenly, Haruka broke into laughter.
"I can't believe you! You're completely terrified!" she said. Michiru
stamped her foot and threw the towel down on the table.
"Haruka, you're so awful!" she said. "I thought you were serious! I
was so scared!"
"Oh, come on," said Haruka. "Setsuna's the kindest person I can think
of. You know that."
Michiru nodded nervously.
"Yes. Yes, I suppose you're right."
Late that night, Michiru was aroused to an unusual sound. Some kind
of clamoring going on just outside. Nervously, Michiru sat up out of
bed and threw on her robe. As her feet shook with each step, she
crept over to the window and peered outside. A dark figure was
walking past. A female figure with long hair past her hips and a bun
on top of her head. And propped on the figure's shoulders was a large
heavy bag. Michiru gasped and pulled away from the window. Only four
words managed to escape her lips:
"I... can't... believe it..."
* * * * *
The next morning, Haruka sat sipping her morning coffee and looking
over the newspaper to catch up on the current events. Setsuna had to
leave for work early that morning, so she said. Hotaru went with her
so Setsuna could drop her off at school And the moment the two girls
were out the door, Michiru walked up and bolted the lock behind her.
Haruka glanced up from her reading.
"Michiru, what are you doing?" she asked.
"Haruka, you were right!" Michiru exclaimed. "Setsuna. She really IS
a murderer."
"What?" Haruka set the paper down to turn her attention towards
Michiru and hope that her ears were playing tricks on her. "What are
you talking about?"
"Last night... I saw her sneaking out! Just like you said!"
"Michiru," said Haruka, rolling her eyes. "I already told you! I made
that story up!"
"But I SAW her!" Michiru insisted. "Just last night. She was walking
around outside with a large bag over her shoulders."
"Don't tell me," said Haruka, holding her hand up. "You think Setsuna
had a body in there, right?" Michiru nodded.
"I think I know whose it was too," she said. Haruka raised an eyebrow
as she went to take another drink of the coffee. She couldn't wait to
hear this. Michiru cleared her throat.
"Dr. Tomoe!" she announced in a most official tone. Haruka fell
forwards, spitting a mouthful of the hot liquid back into her mug.
"What?!" she asked.
"Dr. Tomoe," Michiru repeated. "Think about it! We haven't seen him
around lately! And doesn't it seem odd to you that he just gave
Hotaru up like he did? There's only one solution! Dr. Tomoe was
murdered by Setsuna…
"...in the living room with the butcher knife, right?" finished
Haruka. Michiru turned her lip out, and Haruka stood up from the
table. "Honestly, Michiru!" she said. "You're being ridiculous!"
"I know it's perfectly natural to deny that your good friend may be a
cold-blooded murderer," said Michiru. "But the sooner you accept it,
the safer you will be." She reached out a placed a small plastic
object into Haruka's palm. Haruka looked down at the item.
"What's this?" she asked.
"A pager. If I see anything suspicious, I'll give you a call, okay?
And you can call me as well."
"Did our communicators suddenly cease functioning or something?"
Haruka asked.
"Silly," said Michiru with a smile. "If I send you a message via our
communicators, it's possible that Setsuna will pick it up as well.
It's much safer this way."
Haruka rolled her eyes and groaned as she clipped the pager onto her
belt. "I need to get going," she said. "I have practice early today."
"Be careful out there," said Michiru as she tearfully watched Haruka
go. Haruka sighed as she closed the door behind her. This whole thing
was getting way out of control.
to Naoko Takeuchi. Any characters that did not appear in the original
story are my own creation.
Ratings/Warnings: Rating is PG. There is at least some minor bashing
of most of the characters involved in the story, but it is all done
for the sake of good clean humor in mind. (As opposed to just making
the characters look stupid.) This story uses a lot of my favorite
characters, so I'm not going to bash them TOO bad. ^_^
Summary: Just a short and silly fic I wrote over a couple days.
When Michiru watches one too many murder mystery flicks, she
starts to develop suspects of her own... which might not be so bad if
she wasn't accusing Setsuna of knocking off Hotaru's father! What's
more, she's trying her hardest to convince Haruka of Setsuna's crimes
so the two of them can catch her in the name of justice! No sanity
can possibly come from this.
Story Setting: Beginning of Sailor Stars.
---------------------
Who Killed Dr. Tomoe?: Chapter 1
by Katrina Kadabra
Haruka slipped the key into the door of her house and turned the
handle. A fresh and familiar aroma greeted as she pushed open the
door and walked in, the smell of home. It felt good to be back again.
As she walked into the living room, she saw Michiru sitting on the
couch, eyes glued to the television screen. Whatever was on the
screen must have been nerve-racking, as Michiru was nervously
fidgeting with a dish towel in her hands and nibbling away at her
nails.
"Hello, Michiru!" Haruka called out. A scream erupted from Michiru's
throat as she jumped up out of her seat. Haruka sighed.
"You're watching those murder mysteries again, aren't you?" she
asked, picking up the remote and turning the show off.
"I can't help it," Michiru replied. "These are all based on real
events, you know. We need to be cautious. Someone you think could be
your best friend could be hiding a terrible secret."
"That so?" Haruka asked, setting the remote and her keys down on the
table and removing her jacket. "I guess that means Setsuna and I are
your first suspects, huh?"
"Oh, Haruka, stop it," said Michiru with a nervous laugh. "I didn't
mean you two." Haruka raised an eyebrow and stepped towards Michiru.
"But didn't I tell you?" she asked in a suddenly soft and dangerous
voice.
"Tell... tell me what?"
"About the body Setsuna has buried in the backyard."
"Sh-she does not," Michiru stammered. Haruka took another step
forward.
"Oh, but she does," she said in the most menacing voice she could
muster. "And that's just the beginning. In fact, she confided in me
that every night she's been sneaking away to do her bloody work..."
Haruka was almost right in Michiru's face, staring down at her with
frenzied, maniacal eyes. Suddenly, Haruka broke into laughter.
"I can't believe you! You're completely terrified!" she said. Michiru
stamped her foot and threw the towel down on the table.
"Haruka, you're so awful!" she said. "I thought you were serious! I
was so scared!"
"Oh, come on," said Haruka. "Setsuna's the kindest person I can think
of. You know that."
Michiru nodded nervously.
"Yes. Yes, I suppose you're right."
Late that night, Michiru was aroused to an unusual sound. Some kind
of clamoring going on just outside. Nervously, Michiru sat up out of
bed and threw on her robe. As her feet shook with each step, she
crept over to the window and peered outside. A dark figure was
walking past. A female figure with long hair past her hips and a bun
on top of her head. And propped on the figure's shoulders was a large
heavy bag. Michiru gasped and pulled away from the window. Only four
words managed to escape her lips:
"I... can't... believe it..."
* * * * *
The next morning, Haruka sat sipping her morning coffee and looking
over the newspaper to catch up on the current events. Setsuna had to
leave for work early that morning, so she said. Hotaru went with her
so Setsuna could drop her off at school And the moment the two girls
were out the door, Michiru walked up and bolted the lock behind her.
Haruka glanced up from her reading.
"Michiru, what are you doing?" she asked.
"Haruka, you were right!" Michiru exclaimed. "Setsuna. She really IS
a murderer."
"What?" Haruka set the paper down to turn her attention towards
Michiru and hope that her ears were playing tricks on her. "What are
you talking about?"
"Last night... I saw her sneaking out! Just like you said!"
"Michiru," said Haruka, rolling her eyes. "I already told you! I made
that story up!"
"But I SAW her!" Michiru insisted. "Just last night. She was walking
around outside with a large bag over her shoulders."
"Don't tell me," said Haruka, holding her hand up. "You think Setsuna
had a body in there, right?" Michiru nodded.
"I think I know whose it was too," she said. Haruka raised an eyebrow
as she went to take another drink of the coffee. She couldn't wait to
hear this. Michiru cleared her throat.
"Dr. Tomoe!" she announced in a most official tone. Haruka fell
forwards, spitting a mouthful of the hot liquid back into her mug.
"What?!" she asked.
"Dr. Tomoe," Michiru repeated. "Think about it! We haven't seen him
around lately! And doesn't it seem odd to you that he just gave
Hotaru up like he did? There's only one solution! Dr. Tomoe was
murdered by Setsuna…
"...in the living room with the butcher knife, right?" finished
Haruka. Michiru turned her lip out, and Haruka stood up from the
table. "Honestly, Michiru!" she said. "You're being ridiculous!"
"I know it's perfectly natural to deny that your good friend may be a
cold-blooded murderer," said Michiru. "But the sooner you accept it,
the safer you will be." She reached out a placed a small plastic
object into Haruka's palm. Haruka looked down at the item.
"What's this?" she asked.
"A pager. If I see anything suspicious, I'll give you a call, okay?
And you can call me as well."
"Did our communicators suddenly cease functioning or something?"
Haruka asked.
"Silly," said Michiru with a smile. "If I send you a message via our
communicators, it's possible that Setsuna will pick it up as well.
It's much safer this way."
Haruka rolled her eyes and groaned as she clipped the pager onto her
belt. "I need to get going," she said. "I have practice early today."
"Be careful out there," said Michiru as she tearfully watched Haruka
go. Haruka sighed as she closed the door behind her. This whole thing
was getting way out of control.