Sailor Juno

“Ha! I win again.” JunJun said with a triumphant grin. She turned to the boy in the fake racing car seat beside her and gave him a pat on the shoulder, “You’re getting much better though. You just need to get the timing of that last turn right and you’ll be nearly unstoppable!” One side of the boy’s mouth turned up as he gave her a little nod. JunJun got out of the car seat and stretched her arms above her head.

“Just keep at it,” She said, walking away, “Oh, and you owe me a doughnut.” JunJun looked around the game arcade with a satisfied smile, wondering which game she’d play next, or who would be her next competitor. Hearing the tinkling of the bell at the door, JunJun turned offhandedly to make sure it wasn’t anyone she knew. She had to double-take – rather comically – when she realised it was someone she knew. JunJun’s mouth burst into a grin when as she took in the appearance of her mentor; she looked different to her future self, in more ways than just her clothing. But there was still so much of her that was the same.

“Makoto!” JunJun called out, weaving her way through the game machines towards the tall girl. She just wanted to launch herself over the electronic boxes and flip her way through to air to the girl, but for once she didn’t want to startle the girl. Just this one time, it seemed important not to scare the girl off. After all, if Makoto wouldn’t help her, JunJun would be very, very stuck.

JunJun had finally found herself in front of the girl. With her hands on her waist and a smile on her face, she proclaimed: “Makoto! Just the girl I wanted to see”