Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ A Knight for Uranus ❯ Chapter 2
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Katrina Kadabra 
Walking to school, Haruka meets a young man she seems to get along with, but refuses to admit anything even with Michiru's encouragement.
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.15.2002 | Updated On: 10.16.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 507 | Status: Completed
Walking to school, Haruka meets a young man she seems to get along with, but refuses to admit anything even with Michiru's encouragement.
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.15.2002 | Updated On: 10.16.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 507 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: What? You thought I owned Sailor Moon? Ha! I didn't think
so... Yes, this is just a fanfic. The original characters and story
all belong to Naoko Takeuchi, with the exception of any new
characters inserted by yours truly.
Rating/Warnings: Somewhere between PG and PG-13 for Haruka/Michiru
references. Nothing big, but I thought I'd give a warning anyway. If
the idea of Haruka showing interest in a guy makes you see red, you
probably won't like the story.
Summary: Long ago during Silver Millennium, each of the Sailor
Princesses ruled over her own planet, protecting Queen Serenity and
her young daughter from danger. And protecting each princess was a
knight: one sworn to guard and protect her no matter what. Though the
two of them were never required to marry each other, it seemed like
destiny as the princesses fell more in love with their protectors
each day.
So Artemis tells the story. But if it is true, then each of the girls
should also have a person they are destined for in the present time.
As spring blooms and romance is in the air, this seems to be coming
true for everyone... except Haruka.
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A Knight for Uranus: Chapter 2
by Katrina Kadabra
It was later that night when Haruka and Michiru were back at their
apartment. Michiru had just stepped out of the shower; her hair still
wet and glistening like ocean waves. Rubbing a towel against her
hair, she stepped into the main room, where Haruka sat on the couch.
Her jacket and tie hung over a chair a few feet away. She sat cross-
legged, staring blankly through the window, as if lost in a dream.
Michiru sat down next to her quietly. Haruka noticed Michiru's
presence, but did not respond.
"Haruka, did I upset you? At the park today?" Michiru asked quietly.
Haruka continued to avoid eye contact.
"Not upset, no."
"Annoy, perhaps?" Michiru insisted. Haruka finally turned to look
into her companion's eyes.
"Perhaps," she said. Then she sighed. She could not just leave
Michiru sitting there begging silently for forgiveness. She was the
one person Haruka felt close to. The one who had seen her through
everything, who understood her and accepted her for who she was. No,
it was best to make amends.
"No one will ever take your place in my life. You know that," Haruka
began. "It's just... when you begin to display me as your boyfriend
when we're in public..."
At this Michiru hung her head in slight guilt. "I apologize," she
said quietly. "I suppose it's just always been... Beautiful young
women are expected to have beautiful young men at the their side. And
as everyone always assumed you to be the man at mine, well, it just
only seemed natural for us to appear as a couple..."
"I understand," Haruka said, cutting of the last few syllables of
Michiru's words. "But when we put on this façade, it's as if we're
mocking love."
"I know how you feel about love," Michiru said quietly. To that,
Haruka smiled broadly.
"Love is," she began. "Love is that rare occurrence, that sacred
connection between a man and a woman. When you find the one, the one
you know you're meant to be with, and your heart trembles within you,
your soul melts, and you know this is what you've been searching
for..."
"Haruka, have you been reading romance novels again?" Michiru teased.
Haruka tried to make herself laugh along with Michiru.
"I'm sorry. It's just that love has always been a fleeting thing for
me. A dream just out of my grasp. I see buns-hair and all her friends
in their happy relationships, and I wonder if I somehow got left
behind."
"You could have that kind of relationship if you wanted," said
Michiru. "You're an attractive young woman, Haruka..."
"Except that the only ones I seem to attract are girls," Haruka
interrupted. "I know what men think of me. I'm an object of mockery,
not love." She sighed. "So I guess... I will just have to be
satisfied with being alone." Michiru took Haruka's hand.
"You know you'll always have me," she said gently. Haruka smiled and
placed her hand delicately on top of Michiru's.
"I know. Thank you."
* * * * *
The next day Haruka and Michiru walked to school together. Usually
Haruka drove, but since it wasn't very far, and it was a nice day
anyway, Michiru insisted that they get some exercise. It was all
right. Haruka enjoyed walking and taking in the scenery now and then.
She turned her head slowly from one side to the other as they walked,
gazing at the world around them. The clover was just starting to grow
in patches along the sidewalk, and a couple bees were busy about
their work. Across the street, a bus stopped by to pick up passengers
on their way into the workforce. As they approached the schoolyard,
Haruka saw a young man stood talking to his friend. Though her eyes
had been wandering, for some reason, they seemed to follow him as
they walked past. She watched as strands of his thick brown hair
waved in the wind, occasionally brushing against his deep hazel eyes.
Michiru stopped in front of her, but she did not seemed to notice.
She merely slowed her pace alongside Michiru and continued to lock
her gaze over her shoulder. Suddenly, Haruka felt Michiru's elbow jab
into her side.
"Haruka Tenou," she said with an almost taunting tone.
"What?" Haruka asked innocently, hoping that Michiru would not notice
her sudden change in emotion.
"I thought you didn't like men," Michiru answered, seeing right
though Haruka as usual. Taken by surprise, Haruka decided to continue
in her casual tone.
"I don't," she replied simply, shrugging her shoulders and looking
forward, hoping it would signal Michiru to follow her down the
sidewalk.
"I think you like that one," said Michiru, ignoring the gesture and
directing Haruka's attention back in the opposite direction. Haruka
scoffed. Michiru was disappointed, but she decided to take a
different approach.
"Oh, then you won't mind if I go over there and talk to him?" Michiru
said, smiling as she started to walk in the young man's direction.
"Yes, I would mind!" Haruka answered very abruptly, as if the
intensity of her voice would stop Michiru in her tracks. Michiru did
stop, peering over her shoulder with a flirtatious look in her eye.
"Why not?" she asked slyly. "If you're not interested, then he's up
for the taking, right?"
"Michiru, he's not a chess piece," Haruka retorted as she felt her
face turning a bright red. Michiru quickly gave up her little game
and turned to face Haruka as her companion once again.
"Go ahead and introduce yourself," she said encouragingly. "You might
find out you have a lot in common." Haruka shrugged her shoulders
again.
"I doubt that," she said, but to satisfy both Michiru and herself,
she proceeded to walk forward. The young man was still busily locked
in his conversation. Haruka laughed to herself. Was he so naïve that
he hadn't noticed the conversation behind him? Apparently so. Haruka
approached just in time to hear a casual, "Okay, see you tomorrow!"
as the two friends parted ways. Now there was no one in the
schoolyard but him and herself.
"Oh hi!" he said, turning around, apparently just noticing Haruka's
presence. "I'm sorry. I didn't see you there. My name's Taylor.
What's yours?" Taylor extended a hand of friendship, which Haruka
accepted warmly.
"Haruka," she replied. "Haruka Tenou."
"Oh... Haruka Tenou," he said, letting the syllables slowly roll off
his tongue. Haruka was suddenly embarrassed. Why was he pondering
over her name that way? "I know you," Taylor said suddenly. "You're
the one who beat Katsutoshi Yamada in the last motorcross race,
aren't you?"
"Y-yes," Haruka stuttered, although she didn't know why she was doing
so. Taylor turned to look into the cloudless blue sky.
"That must be totally amazing," he continued. "I've always wanted to
race, but I just never got started, I guess."
"There's not much to it," Haruka blurted out. She couldn't believe
how her words were fumbling out of her mouth. Normally, she was cool
and calm and the subject of many's admiration, but now she just
couldn't seem to collect herself. The next thing she said shocked her
even more. "I'm going to be in a race this Friday, if you want to
come." Haruka wanted to kick herself.
"Sure, I'd love to," said Taylor. "I haven't gone to a race in a long
time. What number are you? I'll cheer for you." Haruka laughed.
"Seventeen, but you don't need to know my number to find me. I'm the
only girl on the track." Taylor smiled.
"Then, I'll need to cheer extra loud," he said, and gave her hand a
small slap. With that, he picked up his schoolbag and walked full of
energy down the street. Haruka watched him go. A strange feeling had
somehow overtaken her during the conversation, and she couldn't
explain the logic behind any of her actions. Soon, she felt Michiru
jabbing her side again.
"You were friendly with him, weren't you?" she asked.
"Don't be ridiculous!" Haruka answered, almost insulted. "He wanted
to see the race, so I invited him. Big deal." Michiru shrugged her
shoulders in a sort of sly whatever-you-say manner and continued down
the sidewalk. Haruka was careful to stay a step behind her until they
arrived at school.
so... Yes, this is just a fanfic. The original characters and story
all belong to Naoko Takeuchi, with the exception of any new
characters inserted by yours truly.
Rating/Warnings: Somewhere between PG and PG-13 for Haruka/Michiru
references. Nothing big, but I thought I'd give a warning anyway. If
the idea of Haruka showing interest in a guy makes you see red, you
probably won't like the story.
Summary: Long ago during Silver Millennium, each of the Sailor
Princesses ruled over her own planet, protecting Queen Serenity and
her young daughter from danger. And protecting each princess was a
knight: one sworn to guard and protect her no matter what. Though the
two of them were never required to marry each other, it seemed like
destiny as the princesses fell more in love with their protectors
each day.
So Artemis tells the story. But if it is true, then each of the girls
should also have a person they are destined for in the present time.
As spring blooms and romance is in the air, this seems to be coming
true for everyone... except Haruka.
---------------------
A Knight for Uranus: Chapter 2
by Katrina Kadabra
It was later that night when Haruka and Michiru were back at their
apartment. Michiru had just stepped out of the shower; her hair still
wet and glistening like ocean waves. Rubbing a towel against her
hair, she stepped into the main room, where Haruka sat on the couch.
Her jacket and tie hung over a chair a few feet away. She sat cross-
legged, staring blankly through the window, as if lost in a dream.
Michiru sat down next to her quietly. Haruka noticed Michiru's
presence, but did not respond.
"Haruka, did I upset you? At the park today?" Michiru asked quietly.
Haruka continued to avoid eye contact.
"Not upset, no."
"Annoy, perhaps?" Michiru insisted. Haruka finally turned to look
into her companion's eyes.
"Perhaps," she said. Then she sighed. She could not just leave
Michiru sitting there begging silently for forgiveness. She was the
one person Haruka felt close to. The one who had seen her through
everything, who understood her and accepted her for who she was. No,
it was best to make amends.
"No one will ever take your place in my life. You know that," Haruka
began. "It's just... when you begin to display me as your boyfriend
when we're in public..."
At this Michiru hung her head in slight guilt. "I apologize," she
said quietly. "I suppose it's just always been... Beautiful young
women are expected to have beautiful young men at the their side. And
as everyone always assumed you to be the man at mine, well, it just
only seemed natural for us to appear as a couple..."
"I understand," Haruka said, cutting of the last few syllables of
Michiru's words. "But when we put on this façade, it's as if we're
mocking love."
"I know how you feel about love," Michiru said quietly. To that,
Haruka smiled broadly.
"Love is," she began. "Love is that rare occurrence, that sacred
connection between a man and a woman. When you find the one, the one
you know you're meant to be with, and your heart trembles within you,
your soul melts, and you know this is what you've been searching
for..."
"Haruka, have you been reading romance novels again?" Michiru teased.
Haruka tried to make herself laugh along with Michiru.
"I'm sorry. It's just that love has always been a fleeting thing for
me. A dream just out of my grasp. I see buns-hair and all her friends
in their happy relationships, and I wonder if I somehow got left
behind."
"You could have that kind of relationship if you wanted," said
Michiru. "You're an attractive young woman, Haruka..."
"Except that the only ones I seem to attract are girls," Haruka
interrupted. "I know what men think of me. I'm an object of mockery,
not love." She sighed. "So I guess... I will just have to be
satisfied with being alone." Michiru took Haruka's hand.
"You know you'll always have me," she said gently. Haruka smiled and
placed her hand delicately on top of Michiru's.
"I know. Thank you."
* * * * *
The next day Haruka and Michiru walked to school together. Usually
Haruka drove, but since it wasn't very far, and it was a nice day
anyway, Michiru insisted that they get some exercise. It was all
right. Haruka enjoyed walking and taking in the scenery now and then.
She turned her head slowly from one side to the other as they walked,
gazing at the world around them. The clover was just starting to grow
in patches along the sidewalk, and a couple bees were busy about
their work. Across the street, a bus stopped by to pick up passengers
on their way into the workforce. As they approached the schoolyard,
Haruka saw a young man stood talking to his friend. Though her eyes
had been wandering, for some reason, they seemed to follow him as
they walked past. She watched as strands of his thick brown hair
waved in the wind, occasionally brushing against his deep hazel eyes.
Michiru stopped in front of her, but she did not seemed to notice.
She merely slowed her pace alongside Michiru and continued to lock
her gaze over her shoulder. Suddenly, Haruka felt Michiru's elbow jab
into her side.
"Haruka Tenou," she said with an almost taunting tone.
"What?" Haruka asked innocently, hoping that Michiru would not notice
her sudden change in emotion.
"I thought you didn't like men," Michiru answered, seeing right
though Haruka as usual. Taken by surprise, Haruka decided to continue
in her casual tone.
"I don't," she replied simply, shrugging her shoulders and looking
forward, hoping it would signal Michiru to follow her down the
sidewalk.
"I think you like that one," said Michiru, ignoring the gesture and
directing Haruka's attention back in the opposite direction. Haruka
scoffed. Michiru was disappointed, but she decided to take a
different approach.
"Oh, then you won't mind if I go over there and talk to him?" Michiru
said, smiling as she started to walk in the young man's direction.
"Yes, I would mind!" Haruka answered very abruptly, as if the
intensity of her voice would stop Michiru in her tracks. Michiru did
stop, peering over her shoulder with a flirtatious look in her eye.
"Why not?" she asked slyly. "If you're not interested, then he's up
for the taking, right?"
"Michiru, he's not a chess piece," Haruka retorted as she felt her
face turning a bright red. Michiru quickly gave up her little game
and turned to face Haruka as her companion once again.
"Go ahead and introduce yourself," she said encouragingly. "You might
find out you have a lot in common." Haruka shrugged her shoulders
again.
"I doubt that," she said, but to satisfy both Michiru and herself,
she proceeded to walk forward. The young man was still busily locked
in his conversation. Haruka laughed to herself. Was he so naïve that
he hadn't noticed the conversation behind him? Apparently so. Haruka
approached just in time to hear a casual, "Okay, see you tomorrow!"
as the two friends parted ways. Now there was no one in the
schoolyard but him and herself.
"Oh hi!" he said, turning around, apparently just noticing Haruka's
presence. "I'm sorry. I didn't see you there. My name's Taylor.
What's yours?" Taylor extended a hand of friendship, which Haruka
accepted warmly.
"Haruka," she replied. "Haruka Tenou."
"Oh... Haruka Tenou," he said, letting the syllables slowly roll off
his tongue. Haruka was suddenly embarrassed. Why was he pondering
over her name that way? "I know you," Taylor said suddenly. "You're
the one who beat Katsutoshi Yamada in the last motorcross race,
aren't you?"
"Y-yes," Haruka stuttered, although she didn't know why she was doing
so. Taylor turned to look into the cloudless blue sky.
"That must be totally amazing," he continued. "I've always wanted to
race, but I just never got started, I guess."
"There's not much to it," Haruka blurted out. She couldn't believe
how her words were fumbling out of her mouth. Normally, she was cool
and calm and the subject of many's admiration, but now she just
couldn't seem to collect herself. The next thing she said shocked her
even more. "I'm going to be in a race this Friday, if you want to
come." Haruka wanted to kick herself.
"Sure, I'd love to," said Taylor. "I haven't gone to a race in a long
time. What number are you? I'll cheer for you." Haruka laughed.
"Seventeen, but you don't need to know my number to find me. I'm the
only girl on the track." Taylor smiled.
"Then, I'll need to cheer extra loud," he said, and gave her hand a
small slap. With that, he picked up his schoolbag and walked full of
energy down the street. Haruka watched him go. A strange feeling had
somehow overtaken her during the conversation, and she couldn't
explain the logic behind any of her actions. Soon, she felt Michiru
jabbing her side again.
"You were friendly with him, weren't you?" she asked.
"Don't be ridiculous!" Haruka answered, almost insulted. "He wanted
to see the race, so I invited him. Big deal." Michiru shrugged her
shoulders in a sort of sly whatever-you-say manner and continued down
the sidewalk. Haruka was careful to stay a step behind her until they
arrived at school.