Fight me on this
McChiru
Michiru did not generally drive. She was certainly capable of such, which she was quick to remind anyone who seemed to think her reticence was born out a lack of ability, but between her family’s driver and Haruka, there rarely seemed to be an occasion where it proved necessary.
But on this day, seemed tailor-made for her suffering, she was driving a small station wagon (She shuddered at the mere thought) back toward Tokyo, fresh from a long day of training. Rei sat next to her in front, chatting about the work they’d done, and what still needed doing, as three blondes slept in the back, Haruka’s head tilted her back, her mouth open wide, Mina drooling gracelessly on Haruka’s shoulder, and Usagi’s forehead buried into Mina.
It was almost a success, and almost safe, when a bump in the road woke Usagi from her mythical princess’ slumber.
She pressed her nose to the window, looking on ahead. “McDonald’s!! Michiru!!” She shoved her head forward between Rei and Michiru, knocking Rei’s arm off the rest and waking Minako. “Can we stop?? Let’s get cheeseburgers! Oh and some chicken nuggets!”
“Oh man, I could totally go for McDonald’s. Michiru,” Mina tapped her on the shoulder, ignoring the immediate look of disgust, “C’mon, let’s get dinner.”
“No, I believe I would rather not.” Michiru barely noted the request, longing for the light to turn.
Usagi made her eyes wide as dinnerplates. “PLEEEEASSSEEEEE MICHIRUUUUUU”
Mina elbowed Haruka. “Hey, homo, wake up and seduce your wife into stopping at McDonald’s.”
Haruka mumbled and blinked her eyes awake. “What?”
“Do you want to go to McDonald’s?”
Her eyes popped fully open. “Yes! God I want chicken nuggets right now. Like a 20 piece.”
Mina nodded. “Okay, talk to Squidward and Sons up here.”
“Babe, let’s stop at McDonald’s!” Haruka’s voice joined in Usagi’s plea.
“You scarcely need it, my love.”
Usagi but her arms around the seat in front of her, hugging Rei as close as she could. “Rei!!!! Let’s stop! It’ll be so good!!!”
Rei did not look back at her, just crossed her arms. “Usagi, we have plenty of food at home.”
“But it’s not thiiiiiss food!”
Haruka had not given up, Michiru’s will be damned. “Babe, then you won’t have to cook,” at this Michiru gave a dark laugh, “and I’ll just be fed and everything will be super easy, and we had a long day, and–”
“Haruka.”
“Anyway, I had a salad last week, I’m eating super healthy and–”
“Kaioh, quit being a killjoy.” Mina interrupted.
“Reeeeiiiiiiiiiiiii,” Usagi bounced up and down, “McDonald’s, McDonald’s, McDonald’s”
“Besides, protein is really important after a workout–”
“As your commander, I demand you stop–”
“McDonald’s, McDonald’s, McDonald’s–”
“And potatoes are really a good source of vitamin C or potassium or something–”
“OBEY ME, SAILOR NEPTUNE–”
“McDonald’s, McDonald’s, McDonald’s–”
Michiru wordlessly turned into the McDonald’s drive thru line, and a collective cheer went up from the backseat, as the three discussed what they were going to order, each meal more
horrifying than the last. Haruka helpfully leaned forward and explained to Michiru just how many double cheeseburgers she wanted, when a request for the order came from the small speaker.
“Two small black coffees, that will be all, thank you.” She rolled up the window and went to the checkstand, quickly removing the money from her purse.
“Haha, Michiru,” Haruka dryly expressed, “very funny.”
Michiru handed one of the coffees to Rei. “Here you are, Rei,” she set the other next to her, “and one for me.” She slipped the cash into the young girl’s hand, and did not wait for her change or receipt, driving away toward the center of the city.
A loud wail erupted from the backseat, but Michiru merely shrugged, as if she had no control over the situation at all.
Rei began to scribble down notes.