Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Alterations ❯ Alterations Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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Chapter 2

Michele felt her cousin move behind her, attmepting to spoon her
closer. Breathe caught in her throat as she felt lips suckiling her
neck.

"Amara," she whispered slowly, not wanting to touch her cousin any
more then necessary.

Moving a little more, she silently moved the arm that had been holding
her close and placed it onto her cousin's waiste. Moving even a little
more she silently untwined her legs from her cousin. Slidding foward
very tentively, she managed to be able to slip her feet onto the floor
and stood. Michele let out a breath that she hadn't realized that she
had been holding. Looking around the brightened room, she checked to
make sure that it was her room that she was in.

'Of cource it is my room, why wouldn't it be.'

While walking to the window on the far side of the room, Michele heard
a soft noise from the bed, it sounded like a name,"Mich..." was all
she heard as the rest of the word muffled out.

She stopped at the window, looking back at the bed, seeing that Amara
had buried her head with a cover. Not being able to help herself,
Michele let out a soft chuckle at her cousin. Opening the blind a
little more, she heard another muffled word from the bed. Not being
able to make it out, she made her way to her dresser to get a clean
pair of panties and to take a shower before school starts. As she
grabbed a clean pair of panties, she glanced back at the bed. Closing
the drawer and grabbing a robe that was hanging on the chair next to
the dresser, she watched her cousin sleep.

'She was holding me like a lover,' her mind whispered.

Michele shook herself of that thought.

'We're cousins, it would be wrong, wouldn't it?'

'What if Amara would want more?' her mind spoke.

'When the Sacred Cup appeared, it hurt so much to see Amara hurt. Even
though our mission was to find the Sacred Cup, the want to protect my
cousin was still stong within my body, that's why I pushed her out of
the line of darts that were ment for her. Maybe she wants more...' her
thoughts trailed off.

Michele made a small noise.

'We're cousins,' she straightened herself, 'and our mission always
comes first, no matter what the costs.'

Turning, she looked away from the form wrapped in her covers.

'I'll let her sleep until after I shower, we'll have enough time to
make it to school on time.'

Michele manauvered to the door to the hallway, trying very much not to
make a sound. She slipped the door closed behind her; unbeingknowst to
her, a head popped out from under the covers. Michele opened the door
to the bathroom and slipped inside, not bothering to turn the light
on, enough light was coming in from the outside. Pulling off her
nightgown in one swift move, she found herself thinking about the
mission and how important it was to the world: Everything is relying
on us, we have no time to even consider this. Pulling down her panties
and slipping them off, she moved and turned on the shower-to let it
warm.

Michele stopped in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at her image,
from just below her

breasts up. Intently studying her own eyes, she looked to see if she
was heartless, if there was any room in there for anything besides the
mission. After starring for so long, she noticed that steam was
reflecting in the mirror and the room was thick against her skin.
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes. When she opened them, she
saw the reflection of herself in the mirror, transformed into Sailor
Neptune. Michele could only watch as another came up behind Neptune, a
fully transformed Sailor Uranis. The Sailor Uranis put her arms around
the Neptune's waiste. Michele felt her breath catch with the steam
warming her body. Sailor Neptune then wrapped an arm over Sailor
Uranis's head and looked up into her neck, about 8 centimeters away
from her neck. The breath slowly left Michele as the pairs' Sailor
Scout uniform demateralized and the pair was left naked in each others
arms. Michele could just see enough of the double of her cousin that
knipple attached to a breast just peaking from beyond her duplicate.
The image fogged over as the two kissed each other.

Michele then noticed that her body was pulsing in a certain low place.
She ordered her

seemingly racing heartbeat down and realized that she could barely
make out the shower curtian.

Rapidly blinking, Michele reached out a hand, grasping for the shower
curtian. Finally finding it, she

could feel the warmth of the water on her skin. Reaching very
carefully, she turned the shower controls into the cold section. As
the water changed temperature, some of the steam moved away from her,
only now did she dare step around the blast of cold water to open the
window to let the steam out. Again, reaching her hand around the blast
of cold water, she turned it to halfway. After testing it a minute
later, she stepped into it.

'Feeling the water running down my body never felt so good.' She stuck
her head under the

water, letting it trace paths through her hair and leaving trails over
her body. Stretching herself under the shower head, her breasts perked
out, as if demanding some sort of attention. Michele looked down her
own body: watching the water land on her shoulders, running over her
breasts-some water streaming off the knipples there, down between the
breasts, over her ribs, over her flat stomach, and then over her
navel. She watched as some of the water gathered in the curls of her
pubic hair, slowly dripping there and the rest of it streaming down
her legs.

'Within this body, the pure heart treasures were housed. Within
someone who is so ready and willing to get her hands dirty. Within a
person who doesn't want to see her cousin get killed.'

Michele took the loff and poured some body wash into it. Rubbing it
within her hands, she did not hear the door open and another slip in.
As she started glidding it over her skin, she did not hear the curtian
move and there be another in the shower behind her, being too
distracted with her own thoughts. Michele jumped as she felt anothers'
hands on her back. Everything inside of her told it that it was Amara
behind her, so she calmed down. Amara's hands massaged her back,
rubbing the muscles there slowly and gingerly. Michele continued to
glid the loff over the front of her body as her cousin's hands glidded
over her back. She stepped into the water to rinse the soaped part
off, lifting her arms to rinse the soap off. Michele felt Amara's
hands massaging her stretched arms in the stream of water. Sighing,
she turned her face up into the stream of water. Michele felt Amara's
hands now glidding over her arms, down the sides of her body-causing a
slight shudder to run through her body-and down over her hips, and
then ending at the top of her crack. Michele shuddered again, from
head to toe as pleasure danced lightly upon her skin.

Michele stepped back out of the water, not intending to be
full-fledged against Amara. Feeling her cousins' breasts pressed fully
up against her back. Feeling her own butt pressed into the lower
stomach of her cousin. Feeling the tingle of the lower hair against
the bottom of her butt. Her cousin wrapped her arms around her,
pulling her closer. Amara leaned over and rested her head on Michele's
shoulder. Amara moved so she was suckling Michele's neck. Closing her
eyes, Michele felt things inside her body she wasn't sure that she was
ready for it.

"I don't think I am ready," Michele opened her eyes and whispered to
her cousin.

Not feeling any change in reaction at the suckling in her neck or
loosening of the arms around her, she said it again, louder then the
shower noise, "I don't think I am ready for this, just not yet."

The arms around her slightly loosened, as the lips left her neck.

"What?" Amara asked.

"I care for you, but I don't think I'm ready for this type of
relationship, not with everything going on." She slipped alittle more
out of her cousin's arms.

"I'm lost," Amara let go of her.

"You're my cousin, I know that it shouldn't be right, but I feel
something for you," Michele

ducked under the water again. "And I'm pretty sure that you feel it
back at me."

"Cousins?" Amara said above the sound of the water.

"The Silence is coming, we have to focus on our mission," she stepped
back and turned to face her cousin. Her eyes started at her feet,
trailing up over her body, smiling softly until she got to the eyes.
The eyes were of total confusion, but they were not of Amara's.

Michele did a very unMichele like thing, she screamed. It echoed out
the window, to a certian shrine upon a hill, where five slightly
groggy girls jumped.

"You're not Amara!" In one very quick movement, she turned the shower
head off, pulled the

shower curtian off its hinges, and had her heshin wand appear in her
hand.

"Michiru!" Amara spoke, grabbing the hand with the heshin wand in it.
"Stop it, I won't hurt you, who are you, imposter!?!"

"Imposter?" Michele said. "This is my house, our house, me and my
cousin."

"This is our old apartment in the city," Amara said, shaking her head.

The heshin wand disappeared from Michele's hand, out of sight, but
most certianly not out of mind.

"Your apartment?" Michele asked.

"Yes, our apartment," Amara said, forgeting about her nudity.

"Would the other half of 'our' be with this Michiru, I heard you say?"
Michele questioned,

tightening the shower curtian around her.

"Michiru? yes," Amara nodded. "Did I hear you say cousin? You were
pretty accepting of me when I was massaging your back."

Michele shook her head a few times of the memory. "Yes," she finally
answered.

"Did I hear you say something about the Silence?" Amara asked.

"Yes," she hesitently answered.

"I don't understand," Amara mumbled, looking at the woman wrapped in a
shower curtian.

"What is your name?" Michele asked, tilting her head at her cousin.

"Tennoh Haruka," Haruka responded.

"Michele Kaioh," Michele answered.

The two of them just looked at each other for a moment, questioning
all that was happening at the moment.

"Can you transform?" Michele questioned.

"Do you mean this?" the heshin wand appeared in Haruka's hand.

"I'll take that as a big yes. My cousin's name is Amara Tennoh,"
Michele said, now stepping out of the shower. She grabbed a towel and
switched the towel for the shower curtian, wrapping it around her
body. She moved again and pulled the panties on. Michele turned back
around to face Haruka, who was still standing in the shower, leaning
up against the wall. "Amara still has school today, and so do I. You
are going to have to go to school with me until we get this figured
out." Michele threw her a second towel.

"The Silence?" Haruka asked as Michele started walking back out the
door, and Haruka

following her.

"Yes," she stopped to face Haruka.

"The Silence was prevented over two years ago," Haruka watched
Michele's face.

"That means we stopped it?" Michele questioned back

"Yes, and Michiru and I are most certianaly not cousins." Haruka
walked foward to where she remembered her room as being.

"Wait, Haruka, who'se the one who will be able to control the good
side of the sacred cup?" Michele called after Haruka.

Haruka stopped and smiled back at Michele, still wearing only a towel
and nothing else, her hair not even wet. "Would that not cause reason
for some sort of paradox?"

"It would save us alot of trouble finding it," Michele said.

"Sailor Pluto would have to agree with me," Amara said walking back
toward her room.

"Sounds familar." Michele made it to her door, when another thought
occured to her. "Can I ask you how long you and Michiru have been
lovers?"

Haruka stopped just in front of her door. "Forever it seems, but only
for a few years."