Eavesdropper
Rated: PG
By: Kohan

Disclaimer: BSSM belongs to Naoko Takeuchi, not I. This story, however, belongs to me.

Summary: The listening wasn't really what was important. The hearing, now that got her every time. One-shot. Drabble.

A/N: For Sailormoon100's Challenge #2. Full challenge after the fic.

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She hadn't meant to listen at doors. Or windows, for that matter; it just seemed to happen naturally. It was an affliction, if you would. As much of a burden to her as it was to whomever she was overhearing.

Of course, it didn't help that she was a terrible gossip, either. No, that didn't help things one bit.

The best time for eavesdropping was during the summer. Doors and windows were always open around that time of year, and it made it so much easier to just walk by and hear the most interesting things. She had gotten some of her juiciest secrets that way, listening at open windows during the summer. Yes, summertime was the perfect time for such a hobby.

The brilliance in eavesdropping was that you heard everything without situational prejudice. You could hear things about yourself, or, quite possibly, about someone else. Things you wouldn't dream could possibly be true, but there they were. Straight out of the horse's mouth. It made her smile sometimes, but not so much anymore. She'd stumbled onto something rather drastic, actually, and hadn't been 'dropping the eaves' for months. Well, maybe not months, but a week at least. Preoccupation, damn it.

The news was actually quite horrifying. Juicy, but horrifying. She really wasn't sure how she'd managed to keep quiet, even when she had been listening, no...gathering information. Truth be told, she actually wished she hadn't heard it...well, not really.

I don't know how this could have happened...I...

Don't be stupid. You know how it happened. What were you thinking?

We didn't think...it was a moment, and we both--

What are we going to do with you, Sere? You'll have to get married.

I was planning on it, Mother.

Were you? Before or after you have this child?

She'd almost giggled at the news, giddy as a fairy. It was low of her, she knew, but the secret was so juicy! If it had been her own mother, she'd have laughed! Maybe not so much, but the humor still would have been there. She'd have looked into it further if the Negaverse hadn't chosen that moment to threaten an attack, damn them.

Honestly, they always ruined everything.

Some days she hated being a soldier for the princess.

Of course, other days...

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A/N: Word Count:

Full Challenge: In honor of National Poetry Month (which is this month), this week's challenge is to use a title of one of Sylvia Plath's poems as the title of your drabble.

The character is supposed to be Princess Venus. Sorry if I threw off the groove of any of you Venus-worshippers.