Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ A Knight for Uranus ❯ Chapter 6
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Katrina Kadabra 
Ever curious, Usagi goes to visit Setsuna to find out what's going on. Then Taylor takes Haruka clothes shopping
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.15.2002 | Updated On: 11.12.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 378 | Status: Completed
Ever curious, Usagi goes to visit Setsuna to find out what's going on. Then Taylor takes Haruka clothes shopping
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.15.2002 | Updated On: 11.12.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 378 | 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.
Ratings/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.
Story Setting: Shortly after SuperS.
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A Knight for Uranus: Chapter 6
by Katrina Kadabra
Usagi kicked nervously at the floor. She had actually come here over
to Setsuna's apartment, ready to ask all her questions. But now as
she stood inside the doorway, for some reason she found herself
unusually anxious.
Setsuna entered the sitting area with a plateful of sugar cookies and
greeted her friend with a warm smile.
"What was it you wanted to ask me about, Usagi?"
Usagi looked down at her feet as she rubbed the toe of her left shoe
against the wooden floor. "Um, I was wondering... Setsuna?" she
asked. "Could you... could you possibly tell me about Haruka and
Michiru?" Setsuna looked perplexed.
"What is it you want to know about them?" she asked. Usagi
sweatdropped. She came to ask if Haruka and Michiru were fighting or
not. And if they were, how she could help. But was that all she
wanted to know? Usagi shook her head. Maybe this wasn't a good idea
after all.
"Nothing... I suppose," she finally answered. "Really... it's
nothing, Setsuna. I'm sorry I even asked."
"You want to know about Haruka and Michiru's relationship?" Setsuna
asked, sitting the plate down on the table. Usagi gasped. She didn't
realize she had been that obvious. But she couldn't let Setsuna know
what she was thinking.
"N-no! No!" she answered. "Not at all! Sheesh, I'm not that much of a
gossip!" She turned sharply away from Setsuna just to assert how
serious she was. But Setsuna only giggled.
"Sit down, please, Usagi," she said. "I think I might be able to
clear up a lot of your questions." Usagi was reluctant at first, but
her curiosity was burning, and those cookies did look yummy sitting
there on the table. Finally, Usagi relented and took a seat. Reaching
over, she took the treat nearest to her and nibbled on it quietly as
Setsuna began her story.
"You see... Haruka and Michiru have been friends for a long time,"
Setsuna began. "No, I don't even think that would be the right word
to use. How do I say it? They're more like sisters than friends."
Usagi nodded so Setsuna continued,
"When Uranus and Neptune were reborn here as Haruka and Michiru, they
both were charged with the burden of finding the three talismans,
even at the cost of three people's lives. For a long time, the only
one either of them had to lean on was the other."
"What about the people at their school?" Usagi asked. "Weren't they
friends with any of them?"
"How could they be?" Setsuna asked. "When you know that your hands
are going to be dirtied with the blood of three people, would you
want to become close to anyone?" As Usagi pondered that thought for a
moment, Setsuna let out a sigh. "Haruka and Michiru are both very
good-natured. They really are. But I'm afraid that somehow in this
whole mess, they've grown to isolate themselves."
"But they're not..." Usagi started to object. Haruka and Michiru
didn't seem isolated to her. Both of them were the talk of the
school. Michiru, the artistic genius on both her instrument and her
canvas. Haruka, whose performance on the track was nothing less than
the wind itself in motion. How could Setsuna sit there and describe
them as isolated?
"You don't believe me?" Setsuna asked with a sly smile. Usagi shook
her head aggressively like a little child, and Setsuna giggled once
again.
"It may sound odd," she said. "But Taylor is really the first person
outside of the Sailor Senshi that Haruka has become close with. And I
think she and Michiru are both making an adjustment to that."
Usagi smiled. She thought she was beginning to understand.
"Tell Haruka I hope this relationship goes very well for her," she
said, standing up and taking her bag. "And Michiru shouldn't worry.
If she and Haruka are really that close, I know Haruka will not
abandon her."
"You have a good heart, Usagi. I'll be sure to tell them," said
Setsuna, opening the door for Usagi. "Take care now. And thank you
for visiting me."
"No problem!" said Usagi with a quick bow. "Thanks for those cookies!
I'll see you later!"
* * * * *
The next several weeks all seemed like a dream to Haruka. Taylor
called on her at least three times during each of them, usually four
and then the both of them would go out somewhere. Once it was to a
movie, another it was to the track to watch the racers practicing,
which actually ended in Taylor watching Haruka practice, because
she "just couldn't resist." Surprisingly enough, Michiru joined them
only that one time. Haruka began to wonder if she was making Michiru
feel left out, but Michiru always insisted she was fine, and that
Haruka would just have to do something special with her later on to
make up for it. Today, Taylor and Haruka decided they would simply
stroll along the city sidewalks, seeing if any of the shops caught
their fancy. Taylor was dressed in a yellow shirt and a loose-fitting
green vest, Haruka in a white T-shirt and her torn jean jacket, the
outfit Michiru teased her about, saying it made her look like
she "could be a girl."
The first few stops they made included the repair shop, after which
Haruka had to go back to her car to drop off her purchases, since she
couldn't really carry 20 pounds worth of motorcycle gear around with
her comfortably. Following that adventure, the two of them stopped
for lunch.
"Well, where to now?" Haruka asked. Taylor looked alongside at the
different stores available for option.
"Do you want to go clothes shopping?" he suggested. Haruka shrugged.
"If you want. I'm not really into fashion. I just... wear what's
comfortable."
"I know," Taylor laughed. But it was a friendly laugh, not teasing as
Haruka might have expected. "You're not at all like the other girls."
"Oh I'm not, am I?" Haruka said with playful sarcasm. Taylor laughed
again, and it made Haruka happy to hear him to do so.
"Well, in either case, I've got some stuff I need to pick up, so if
you want to come with me, that's up to you."
"Sure, I'll go with you." Haruka answered. The two of them walked the
next few blocks until they arrived at a department store.
The first thing Taylor did was head over to look at the men's
jackets. He said his was getting worn, and he wanted to get a new
one. Haruka didn't mind accompanying him, this was where she did most
of her shopping after all. At first she had felt awkward about it,
but now she didn't seem to give it a second thought. Most people
mistook her for a man anyway, so what was the difference?
Taylor didn't find much that impressed him, but then he wasn't really
scrutinizing the selection either. He and Haruka spent most of the
time talking, pausing occasionally to poke some fun at the outrageous
new styles and the people that were actually wearing them. After half
an hour, Taylor picked up a few items, but Haruka had not found
anything that had suited her taste. As she started to head towards
the cash register, Taylor stopped suddenly her.
"Just a minute," he said. "I've got one more thing to get." He
started heading towards he women's section. A variety of skirts,
dresses, and blouses of every color and shape hung on the racks.
"What do you want here?" Haruka asked.
"My sister's birthday is coming up, and there's this one outfit she
saw here that she really likes, so I'm going to get it for her.
"That's nice," Haruka commented.
"Why don't you wait here for me and I'll be right back?" Taylor
suggested. Haruka shrugged her shoulders and Taylor hurried off.
After he left, Haruka glanced around her. Spring was at its peak, and
all the apparel for warm weather appeared in front. Haruka could hear
a couple girls giggling behind her as they looked at all the fanciest
gowns. Haruka sighed, feeling slightly out of place and somewhat
annoyed at their immaturity. She continued to glance around her until
something finally caught her eye - a simple summer dress that
somewhat resembled a toga. The satin-like fabric was a solid sky
blue. With short sleeves that just barely covered the wearer's
shoulders, it fit snugly about the chest, the fabric pouring out at
the waist and ending just above the knees. That was it. Haruka walked
up admiring it and fingered the fabric ever so gently.
"Hey, did you find something you like?" came Taylor's voice behind
her. Haruka almost jumped a mile.
"Not really," she said quickly. "I was just thinking..." she looked
back at the dress again. "I was just thinking that Michiru would look
great in this." It was a poor cover-up, and as if sensing what she
had really meant to say, Taylor added,
"So would you." Haruka was completely caught off guard by Taylor's
comment.
"I..." she stammered. Then, getting control of herself, she
straightened up and responded,
"I don't think that's my style."
"Sure it is," Taylor insisted. "You said you liked comfortable
clothing." Haruka shrugged.
"I do," she answered. Taylor motioned back to the dress.
"That looks comfortable to me." To this, Haruka made no response.
Seeing he was getting nowhere, Taylor finally gave in to Haruka and
continued walking by her side down the aisle.
"Well, I think you would look beautiful in it," he commented and left
it at that.
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.
Ratings/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.
Story Setting: Shortly after SuperS.
---------------------
A Knight for Uranus: Chapter 6
by Katrina Kadabra
Usagi kicked nervously at the floor. She had actually come here over
to Setsuna's apartment, ready to ask all her questions. But now as
she stood inside the doorway, for some reason she found herself
unusually anxious.
Setsuna entered the sitting area with a plateful of sugar cookies and
greeted her friend with a warm smile.
"What was it you wanted to ask me about, Usagi?"
Usagi looked down at her feet as she rubbed the toe of her left shoe
against the wooden floor. "Um, I was wondering... Setsuna?" she
asked. "Could you... could you possibly tell me about Haruka and
Michiru?" Setsuna looked perplexed.
"What is it you want to know about them?" she asked. Usagi
sweatdropped. She came to ask if Haruka and Michiru were fighting or
not. And if they were, how she could help. But was that all she
wanted to know? Usagi shook her head. Maybe this wasn't a good idea
after all.
"Nothing... I suppose," she finally answered. "Really... it's
nothing, Setsuna. I'm sorry I even asked."
"You want to know about Haruka and Michiru's relationship?" Setsuna
asked, sitting the plate down on the table. Usagi gasped. She didn't
realize she had been that obvious. But she couldn't let Setsuna know
what she was thinking.
"N-no! No!" she answered. "Not at all! Sheesh, I'm not that much of a
gossip!" She turned sharply away from Setsuna just to assert how
serious she was. But Setsuna only giggled.
"Sit down, please, Usagi," she said. "I think I might be able to
clear up a lot of your questions." Usagi was reluctant at first, but
her curiosity was burning, and those cookies did look yummy sitting
there on the table. Finally, Usagi relented and took a seat. Reaching
over, she took the treat nearest to her and nibbled on it quietly as
Setsuna began her story.
"You see... Haruka and Michiru have been friends for a long time,"
Setsuna began. "No, I don't even think that would be the right word
to use. How do I say it? They're more like sisters than friends."
Usagi nodded so Setsuna continued,
"When Uranus and Neptune were reborn here as Haruka and Michiru, they
both were charged with the burden of finding the three talismans,
even at the cost of three people's lives. For a long time, the only
one either of them had to lean on was the other."
"What about the people at their school?" Usagi asked. "Weren't they
friends with any of them?"
"How could they be?" Setsuna asked. "When you know that your hands
are going to be dirtied with the blood of three people, would you
want to become close to anyone?" As Usagi pondered that thought for a
moment, Setsuna let out a sigh. "Haruka and Michiru are both very
good-natured. They really are. But I'm afraid that somehow in this
whole mess, they've grown to isolate themselves."
"But they're not..." Usagi started to object. Haruka and Michiru
didn't seem isolated to her. Both of them were the talk of the
school. Michiru, the artistic genius on both her instrument and her
canvas. Haruka, whose performance on the track was nothing less than
the wind itself in motion. How could Setsuna sit there and describe
them as isolated?
"You don't believe me?" Setsuna asked with a sly smile. Usagi shook
her head aggressively like a little child, and Setsuna giggled once
again.
"It may sound odd," she said. "But Taylor is really the first person
outside of the Sailor Senshi that Haruka has become close with. And I
think she and Michiru are both making an adjustment to that."
Usagi smiled. She thought she was beginning to understand.
"Tell Haruka I hope this relationship goes very well for her," she
said, standing up and taking her bag. "And Michiru shouldn't worry.
If she and Haruka are really that close, I know Haruka will not
abandon her."
"You have a good heart, Usagi. I'll be sure to tell them," said
Setsuna, opening the door for Usagi. "Take care now. And thank you
for visiting me."
"No problem!" said Usagi with a quick bow. "Thanks for those cookies!
I'll see you later!"
* * * * *
The next several weeks all seemed like a dream to Haruka. Taylor
called on her at least three times during each of them, usually four
and then the both of them would go out somewhere. Once it was to a
movie, another it was to the track to watch the racers practicing,
which actually ended in Taylor watching Haruka practice, because
she "just couldn't resist." Surprisingly enough, Michiru joined them
only that one time. Haruka began to wonder if she was making Michiru
feel left out, but Michiru always insisted she was fine, and that
Haruka would just have to do something special with her later on to
make up for it. Today, Taylor and Haruka decided they would simply
stroll along the city sidewalks, seeing if any of the shops caught
their fancy. Taylor was dressed in a yellow shirt and a loose-fitting
green vest, Haruka in a white T-shirt and her torn jean jacket, the
outfit Michiru teased her about, saying it made her look like
she "could be a girl."
The first few stops they made included the repair shop, after which
Haruka had to go back to her car to drop off her purchases, since she
couldn't really carry 20 pounds worth of motorcycle gear around with
her comfortably. Following that adventure, the two of them stopped
for lunch.
"Well, where to now?" Haruka asked. Taylor looked alongside at the
different stores available for option.
"Do you want to go clothes shopping?" he suggested. Haruka shrugged.
"If you want. I'm not really into fashion. I just... wear what's
comfortable."
"I know," Taylor laughed. But it was a friendly laugh, not teasing as
Haruka might have expected. "You're not at all like the other girls."
"Oh I'm not, am I?" Haruka said with playful sarcasm. Taylor laughed
again, and it made Haruka happy to hear him to do so.
"Well, in either case, I've got some stuff I need to pick up, so if
you want to come with me, that's up to you."
"Sure, I'll go with you." Haruka answered. The two of them walked the
next few blocks until they arrived at a department store.
The first thing Taylor did was head over to look at the men's
jackets. He said his was getting worn, and he wanted to get a new
one. Haruka didn't mind accompanying him, this was where she did most
of her shopping after all. At first she had felt awkward about it,
but now she didn't seem to give it a second thought. Most people
mistook her for a man anyway, so what was the difference?
Taylor didn't find much that impressed him, but then he wasn't really
scrutinizing the selection either. He and Haruka spent most of the
time talking, pausing occasionally to poke some fun at the outrageous
new styles and the people that were actually wearing them. After half
an hour, Taylor picked up a few items, but Haruka had not found
anything that had suited her taste. As she started to head towards
the cash register, Taylor stopped suddenly her.
"Just a minute," he said. "I've got one more thing to get." He
started heading towards he women's section. A variety of skirts,
dresses, and blouses of every color and shape hung on the racks.
"What do you want here?" Haruka asked.
"My sister's birthday is coming up, and there's this one outfit she
saw here that she really likes, so I'm going to get it for her.
"That's nice," Haruka commented.
"Why don't you wait here for me and I'll be right back?" Taylor
suggested. Haruka shrugged her shoulders and Taylor hurried off.
After he left, Haruka glanced around her. Spring was at its peak, and
all the apparel for warm weather appeared in front. Haruka could hear
a couple girls giggling behind her as they looked at all the fanciest
gowns. Haruka sighed, feeling slightly out of place and somewhat
annoyed at their immaturity. She continued to glance around her until
something finally caught her eye - a simple summer dress that
somewhat resembled a toga. The satin-like fabric was a solid sky
blue. With short sleeves that just barely covered the wearer's
shoulders, it fit snugly about the chest, the fabric pouring out at
the waist and ending just above the knees. That was it. Haruka walked
up admiring it and fingered the fabric ever so gently.
"Hey, did you find something you like?" came Taylor's voice behind
her. Haruka almost jumped a mile.
"Not really," she said quickly. "I was just thinking..." she looked
back at the dress again. "I was just thinking that Michiru would look
great in this." It was a poor cover-up, and as if sensing what she
had really meant to say, Taylor added,
"So would you." Haruka was completely caught off guard by Taylor's
comment.
"I..." she stammered. Then, getting control of herself, she
straightened up and responded,
"I don't think that's my style."
"Sure it is," Taylor insisted. "You said you liked comfortable
clothing." Haruka shrugged.
"I do," she answered. Taylor motioned back to the dress.
"That looks comfortable to me." To this, Haruka made no response.
Seeing he was getting nowhere, Taylor finally gave in to Haruka and
continued walking by her side down the aisle.
"Well, I think you would look beautiful in it," he commented and left
it at that.