September Rain

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A Fanfic by Lady Neptune
Disclaimer: All the characters mentioned were created
by their respective holders.
Gist: Haruka, Michiru and Hotaru-chan
Rating: PG-13
Babble: This is a very lovely story I wrote in deep Indian
Summer... Has some very funny scenes I think...
Taru-chan and Haruka bathing-bubble time ^^
Website: http://www.oocities.org/hitomiln/
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"Like golden rain" the voice whispered into the wind, which blew the colored leaves high up in the air to let them fall again on the ground where they joined, forming a golden-brown cloud of fairies with red tutus, emulating in a ballet-dance of immortality cherishing the last moment of eternity. The young woman leaning against a Yamada bike caught one of them and turned it wryly between her fingers, examining every fine line, the enormous differences of shade tints on that small originality, exposing the immaculate beauty of a merciless nature, slowly turning the leaf's tips brown and creased under a bright red-sprinkled yellow, covering the middle and softly fading from an indicative orange to a pale green, the last witness of youth and hope. But slowly the leaf would lose its colors, now inflaming in their whole brilliance for the last time, it would dry and die away in these winds, bringing it to a distant place where it would become the basic for some new life still waiting patiently for springtime under the harsh earth covered by a variegated eider down. Lost in her thoughts she realized too late that a strong gust, tousling her short blond hair had lifted the leaf out of her protective palms and took it now with it away high in the air, where she tried to catch it for the last time. But it quickly joined its fellows until she couldn't identify it anymore in the mass of colors. Her eyes burnt when she opened them wide to face the wind; she was not afraid of its soft violence, it's hot temper and bewitching purposes, she loved it and felt free in its arms...

- The wind's daughter she was - Or even more - the wind in person...

Now she closed her eyes and drunk the winds' breath in greedy draughts and she felt it's power circulate in her body with every beat of her restless heart, which longed for independence and freedom - the freedom she shared with the winds. She turned around and swung one of her long legs over the bike speeding down the road as if the evils of the world where chasing her but she only chased herself in her endless run. The landscape flew past her like a film and the street lightening glimmered on the river mixing with the soft gleam of the first stars as she drove over the bridge entering her neighborhood. She drove through the shopping street, passing by enlightened show-windows and busy people rushing for shopping before the shops would close. After some minutes she slowed down near a high building, entered the garage, and stopped at the place reserved for her bike next to a yellow convertible she loved to drive in summertime. She played with the keys in her hand and whistled cheerfully as she made her way to the elavator, which would take her high up to the last floor and the spacious flat she called her own. The smell in the garage seemed so familiar and she already looked cheerfully forward to the next day she would spend on the racing track exercising in a new F1 car...

The elevator arrived and some moments later she already turned the key quietly in the lock and opened the door to the anteroom of her flat where she slipped into her house-shoes and climbed up narrow stairs to her actual living space. The rich smell of Japanese food hung in the air and on half her way a sweet: "Moshimoshi Haruka-Papa" welcomed her. A little girl at the age of five jumped into her open arms and Haruka kissed her on top of her head and looked into a lovely face framed by straight black hair. A pair of big deep purple eyes watched her as Haruka put the child on it's feet again. "Where have you b'n so long? Michiru-Mama has alreada made some food" she announced as she scuffled ahead on her blue socks towards the kitchen carrying a teddy bear behind her. She reached out for Haruka's hand who had to, due to her above average height, bow down to let the girl grab her hand. Michiru sat at the table next to the oven from which direction it was already reeking alluring and at once made Haruka conscious that she hadn't eaten much from the time on she had left home in the morning. The aqua haired lady smiled at the sight of the two entering the kitchen and as Haruka walked over to her she softly whispered into her ear: "Where have you been so long? I was worried..." "Bet you weren't love" Haruka said and slung her strong arms around her. "Nobody has time to worry if he's together with Hotaru-Chan for more than an hour" she added while she walked over to the sink to wash her hands and help Hotaru climb on a chair on which she watched her professionally. "Wanna have s'm of my bathin' oil for it?" she asked cutely and gave Haruka some more instructions how she would easier get to well washed hands, spluttering all the water on her clothes. "You can help me cut some onions while I'll help her into her pyjamas..." Michiru laughed and took the confused Hotaru, on whose dress not a single dry spot could be found anymore, into her arms and carried her into the bedroom. When they returned Haruka was wiping the last tears out of her reddened eyes and was quietly cursing to herself. "Shimatta, these bloody onions - wanna kill me with it - hell..." "Ara, please Haruka not in front of the children" Michiru said patting her arm lightly while she tried to choke a giggle. "If you helped me more often in the kitchen you'd be already used to it" She continued with a teasing voice, blowing a kiss at Haruka, who was still sitting at the table rubbing her eyes.

Finally an hour later they sat together at the living-room table and enjoyed the meal, while Hotaru was babbling without pause, what incredible events Haruka had let slip during her absence. "Haruka-Papa - ya won't believe what happened to us today, we met a very nice old lady with a cuty-doggy-puppy - Haruka-Papa can't we hav'one too??" - she chirped as she examined her with her innocent huge eyes, while her long lashes were jingling like dark butterfly wings. "Er - I'm not so sure if Michiru likes that idea..." The person in question answered carefully, eyeing nervously over to Michiru, who was poking self- forgotten in her fruit-salad, pretending not to have heard a single word. But actually she was only interested how Haruka would handle *that* situation. From the day on they had taken the little Hotaru-Baby in their care, she had been the one to take charge over her, she had watched her grow up quickly from a baby to a clumsy infant and to an intelligent little girl what she was now. Michiru had overwhelmed her with all the love she was able to and had often forgotten that Hotaru wouldn't stay that cute bundle long enough and that she herself was only a mother for some time - time that was flying away too fast. Running through her fingers like sand... Haruka was often feeling uncomfortable in her father-role although Michiru knew that she loved Hotaru the way she did too - but afterall Haruka was sometimes a child as well, engrossing her and her affection like only those do, who have never been given enough love. She also knew too well that when Haruka was watching her play with Hotaru, she was watching a scene she never got to know in her own childhood. Now as Michiru looked up again she saw that Hotaru was sitting in Haruka's lap, while she tried to convince her that dogs were only making unnecessary problems etc. She smiled and immediately recognized how cagey she was holding Hotaru in her strong arms - as if the girl was a fragile treasure, which could break in pieces every moment - and indeed she was... Michiru stood up, thoughtfully taking out her blue skirt and walked slowly over to them. "I will always love the two of you, you can be sure about that." she said silently, although she had rather addressed Haruka with the second part of the sentence...

Later at night:

Haruka closed the bathroom door behind her, which was directly connected with their bedroom and walked in her pyjamas over to Michiru, who was sitting at the vanity, combing her long see-green hair with a small silver comb. "Hmm you smell interesting" she said as Haruka was stepping behind her. "What does *interesting* mean?" She asked surprized while she rested her chin on Michiru's head and grimaced into the mirror infront of them. "I don't know - perhaps a new shower-gel? - No, I know it somehow..." Michiru turned around to snoop about again. "Hey what's that suppose to be" - Haruka stammered as her lover buried her face in her shirt. "Be quiet and let me think" It sounded out of the cloth. "I was just wondering - maybe - you know a tough guy, who usually uses this fragrance or maybe -" "Ara, I do -" Michiru giggled as she kissed her on her cheek. "You haven't by chance followed Hotaru's advice?" She asked smiling at Haruka cheerfully, who was looking puzzled down at the smaller girl. "I think I don't quite understand-" She tried but was soon interrupted by Michiru again. "You smell so sweet my little baby-Haruka" she hummed as she patted her over the hair kissing Haruka lightly on her nose, tickling her with the frilling on the long sleeves of the night-blue negligée, she was wearing. "Please Michiru-" she bagged... "Ara, you scent frightfully of baby-oil" she finally said bursting into laughter. "You mean - er - I guess by mistake" Haruka mumbled sheepishly. "Please Haruka just shut up and gimme a kiss..." Michiru whispered and looked deeply into the pair of green eyes infront of her.
And now we leave only the knowing stars, the lonely moon and perhaps a single curious leave crossing by the enlightened window to peep in. * As I believe that they are much richer in years, experience and wisdom than many of you out there...*

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"Do you think that our life has changed much since Hotaru-chan lives here with us?" a clear feminine voice asked into the darkness in which we find the scene again. "No, I think that our life has improved since Hotaru-chan lives here with us" a deeper voice claimed, but still the weight of unspoken words and unset questions hung touchable in the air and somehow Michiru felt it was time to free them. "That sounds somehow strange to me - I mean do you enjoy your *father* role?" "I never said I wouldn't - did I?" Haruka swallowed. She was not in the mood for these bloody questions. But that was exactly the way Michiru was like everything seemed so right for at least a couple of minutes and then she had to screw her up. "Haven't you anything else in mind - perhaps?" She let her voice trail off seductively moving closer to the girl next to her. "Haruka!" Michiru scolded angrily. "Michiru please, why do'ya have to ruin the atmosphere?" She complained heading forward to stop her from switching the light on again. "Don't make me hot for nothing baby" she smirked will she bowed over Michiru's body, trying to push her hand away. The intention failed and she stumbled awkwardly over her on long legs, rolling over Michiru. But Haruka not even made the slightest attempt to move and bowed her head down slowly, mixing strands of her blonde hair with Michiru's soft curls. "Sure - you don't have anything else in mind?..."she smoldered lowering her face even more enjoying the growing sensation produced by Michiru's heartbeat, which was pounding faster and faster against her chest. Haruka started kissing Michiru's neck passionatively while she ran her hands down her slim legs. "I just know someone, always having *something else* in mind" Michiru teased but the look of her soft blue eyes betrayed something only Haruka would understand.

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"My Bunny is over the ocean - my Bunny is over the sea" it squealed out of the bath as Michiru woke up. It took some moments to her until she realized that it was Haruka's voice, competing with a high peached child's singing which had woken her up. She still puzzled what was happening in the bathroom as the two were already in the last strophe of "What shall we do with the drunken sailor" and now she was pushing the blanket away and tiptoed into the room. Hotaru was sitting in the tube her hair tide together messily as a top-knot and was watching Haruka dancing around, or better gliding around on the totally wet floor, she was dressed in Michiru's blue negligée, and sung one song after the other, while Hotaru was clapping her hands euphorically. The scene was so funny and scurrile that Michiru couldn't help but burst into laughter she just couldn't stop and found herself sitting curled up on the ground shaking with laughter. Haruka turned around a bit too quickly slipping over the wet floor and felt being lifted up in the air and falling into the tube, right next to Hotaru, who was watching her surprised and soon begun to giggle hysterically. "Haruka-Papa is havin' a bath with me, see Michi?" she announced with a huge smile "Don't you wanna join up?" "Certainly not pet - you should get out of there soon" Michiru said giggling as she tried to sound serious. "Ara, Haruka don't always be so childish" she added while Haruka was imitating her. "Ara, Haruka!" The blonde shrieked "Why are ya massing my fine blue dress?" She held it disgusted away from her, Haruka really made a damn good actor. "Isn't that ridiculous?!" "Stop being silly" Michiru giggled and left the room.

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"Isn't that beautiful?" The old lady asked her husband and looked over to the young couple and the little child playing in the masses of colored leaves. The park was full of people enjoying the fabulous last days of Indian summer, and the old people were smiling at the sight of the little black haired girl which tried to catch as many of the leaves a possible. A light breeze played in the trees and Michiru hugged Haruka who was holding the confused Hotaru in her arms, pieces of leaves in her hair. The old lady waved goodbye at her, and she repeated it shyly, while listening to Haruka and Michiru's quite conversation. Leaves were falling down from the trees and the soft sunlight made them shine even brighter in every shade of warm colors, like a flood of diamonds. Time stood still as Michiru lifted her hand up to the downpour of leaves. "Like golden rain" Haruka whispered close to her ear. Michiru caught one of them and turned it wryly between her fingers, before putting it into the pocket of Hotaru's jacket.