| By
Sara Hughes Disclaimer: This is
purely the work of a fan in appreciation of a
spectacular show and manga, Sailor Moon. I in no
way claim copyright to the original characters,
nor do I wish to make a profit off of this.
Sailor Moon is © 1994-2001 Naoko Takeuchi.
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Dear Haruka-san,
You do not know me. To you I am but another face
in the crowd of spectators watching you race. To
you I am no different that the many girls who
wish for your attention. But I know you. You are
the wind, the sky. It is hard to believe your
name is pure coincidence, King of the Distant
Heavens. You personify the wind. You who have
such a hold on me, yet you do not notice. I would
give anything to ride in your car alongside you.
To be with you.
You do not know me. However, if you do wish to
meet the one whose heart aches to be with you,
you need only ask. You do not need to keep
running away from everything Tenoh Haruka-san.
Signed,
Poseidon
"Now if I only dared to send it."
Muttered the author of the letter. As she worked
up her nerve, she felt a hand touch her shoulder.
She spun around and came face to face with the
very one she was meaning to send her letter to.
She gasped and blushed.
Haruka smiled "Konnichiwa. Kaioh Michiru-san
ne?" Michiru stammered her reply and wished
she could become small enough to hide in her
purse "H- hai"
"Come to cheer for your friend again?"
Michiru took the provided excuse "Hai"
as she spoke she tried with shaking fingers to
fold the letter up and hide it.
Haruka caught the movement and snatched up the
letter "Nani kore? Who’s the letter
to?"
"Uh...sumimasen, could I have it back?"
Michiru tried meekly to snatch the letter back
and failed as Haruka moved just in time, keeping
the letter out of her reach. "Hang on, I
just want to see what it’s about."
As Haruka read the letter Michiru desperately
tried to think up some sort of explanation and
once again wished that she could just crawl up
and hide somewhere until Haruka went away.
Haruka’s expression went cold. She looked at
Michiru, who held her eyes downcast.
Michiru expected a rebuke of some sort. How would
Haruka react? Then it came. A backhanded strike
to the face. Michiru’s face went numb from
the force of the blow. She stared up at Haruka in
shock. Haruka’s eye’s blazed "how
dare you Kaioh-san. To think you have even the
smallest chance with me." With that Haruka
stormed back to the track. Michiru opened an eye
and saw where the racer was headed. To The center
of the field where a stand with a microphone on
it stood for the announcer. Haruka walked up onto
the stand, grabbed the mic and spoke into it.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I direct your
attention to Kaioh Michiru-san. There is
something you should know about this somewhat
famous violinist. Michiru-san?"
Michiru was too shocked to say anything
"Michiru...."
Blood ran down her nose from Haruka’s blow,
and tears came to her eyes.
"Michiru..."
She let the tears run freely
"Michiru...."
* * *
"....Michiru....Michiru? Michiru!"
The aqua-haired girl in question snapped her eyes
open with a sharp intake of breath, and before
she could figure out where she was, she found
herself enveloped in strong arms. "Michiru,
we’ve been trying to wake you up for an
hour! You were crying.... what happened?"
Michiru took some time to orient herself to her
surroundings "I...Wh..." She was in
bed. Haruka was holding her; Setsuna was sitting
at the edge of the bed looking very worried with
Hotaru in her lap, looking just as worried. Wait.
Haruka was holding her?
"Oh, It was just a dream!" Michiru
wrapped her arms tightly around Haruka and buried
her face in her beloved’s chest. She
breathed in her lover’s scent and felt her
heartbeat, her rhythmic breathing. Yes, she was
really there. It had been a dream. She felt her
Haru-chan gently rub her back "Daijoubu
Michi-ko. Daijoubu. I’m here."
Michiru mumbled into Haruka's nightshirt.
"What?" Haruka strained her ears to
hear Michiru.
"Hai...my Haru-chan is here with me.
It’s not the way it might have been..."
Setsuna and Hotaru quietly escorted themselves
out of the room.
Haruka gently placed a hand under Michiru’s
chin and tilted her face up to see hers
"Michi-ko...what happened in your dream? Do
you want to talk about it?"
Michiru shook her head very lightly "Iie.
I’m alright now."
Haruka smiled, confident that her Michi-ko would
tell her what happened in the dream when she was
ready to "Well then, are you hungry?"
Michiru came fully awake at that "Hungry?
But it’s so early in the mourning.
Shouldn’t we try to get some more
sleep?" Haruka chuckled "early?
It’s eleven O’clock. You slept in late
my little mermaid."
"I did?" Michiru’s stomach
gurgled, giving its comments on how it felt about
missing breakfast. Michiru blushed and Haruka
smiled. Her Michi-ko was so cute at times.
"Come on, let’s go get something to
eat."
Michiru nodded and began to get out of bed. Her
mind went back to the dream. What did it mean? It
had been too real to simply toss aside
hadn’t it?
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