Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Everything You Want -Book One- Everything You Want ❯ The Living Years (2000) ( Chapter 11 )
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By: OrchydConstyne 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.03.2002 | Updated On: 09.03.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 178 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.03.2002 | Updated On: 09.03.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 178 | Status: Completed
*Every generation
*Blames the one before
*And all of their frustration
*Come beating on your door
Silence echoed through the rooms of the mansion. Hotaru, now sixteen,
was out at school, Setsuna off doing... whatever Setsuna did, and
Haruka... Michiru bit her lip. Haruka had taken Kaze to see the
Senshi, giving Michiru 'rest.' Kaze had been home for three weeks, and
Michiru was learning the trials and joys of motherhood.
She arched her back, stretching briefly before her aching breasts
caused her any more pain. Kaze was not a heavy eater; therefore
Michiru's breasts remained heavy with milk most of the day. This was
one of those trials, right up there with two-hour bouts of sleep at
night. Haruka was wonderful, a doting parent and courteous partner.
Michiru stood, yawned and went to the bathroom. She stood, nude, in
front of the large mirror, examining her body. She had changed in the
past year. Her breasts had increased by a full cup size, her hips had
spread slightly offering more curves to her frame. Her belly, once
smooth and concave, now showed the tiniest stretch marks and had its
own curve to it. Her eyes were clouded, dark... lack of sleep.
Michiru slipped into the hot water of the tub, allowing the water to
carry the extra weight of her breasts. The hot water, as well as the
weightlessness offered, caused Michiru to let out a loud sigh of
relief. Sitting in the hot tub, relaxing away, Michiru thought back
over the past ten months. A long span of time. Full of new wonders and
old heartaches.
*I know that I'm a prisoner
*To all my father held so dear
*I know that I'm a hostage
*To all his hopes and fears
*I just wish I could have told him
*In the living years
Michiru had stood on her parents' doorstep a second time. Three years
ago she had come to this house, due to her father's declining health.
It was in her father's study she stood for her second confrontation.
She had finally told her mother she was involved with a woman. She
refused to change her mind and marry Ichiro. Her mother had condemned
her, scorching words and ushered her out of the house.
She took a deep breath and rang the bell, her heart racing. She wished
she had asked Haruka to come with her. She had wanted to, but this was
something Michiru had to set right on her own. The door opened,
revealing her aging mother. Keiko's eyes widened as she took in the
site of her twenty-year-old daughter.
"Mama? May I come in?" Michiru was surprised at how small her voice
sounded. She felt fourteen again, defying the parents she loved. But,
this was a time of joy -- not for rehashing past regrets.
Keiko stood still for a moment, and then let out her breath. "Come in,
Michiru."
Michiru entered the entryway, her heels clacking loudly on the marble
floors. She knew from her sources that her mother had dismissed all
but necessary staff since her father's stroke six months ago. Upstairs
she heard the nurse moving around. She knew there was a maid and a
cook somewhere. That was it. The house was silent.
Her mother motioned her to the sitting room, asking if Michiru wanted
some tea. Michiru's stomach, rolling from nervousness and her early
pregnancy, declined. They sat in silence for ten or so minutes, each
searching for the right words.
Michiru cleared her throat. "Mama... I have some important news for
you and Papa. I... umm... I am... My partner and I had a ceremony...
she and I are committed... umm... I mean..." she looked up at her
mother. "I'm pregnant."
Keiko blinked once... twice... and then looked down to Michiru's
belly. Almost breathlessly, "Pregnant?"
Michiru looked up. "Yes. It's due in November. Haruka and I --"
Keiko cut off Michiru. "Haruka? Is that her name?"
Michiru nodded quickly. "Tenoh Haruka."
"Does she treat you well?"
Michiru looked up into her mother's eyes. Something between them
healed then. Her voice shaking, Michiru answered. "Yes. She does."
Keiko nodded. "I will speak with your father. I would like for you to
bring Haruka here for dinner soon." She stood up, dismissing Michiru.
"How does Saturday sound?"
Michiru bit her lip, nodding. "Dinner same time as always?"
Keiko smiled. "As always." She approached her daughter, looking up at
her and then reached out and drew her into a hug. Michiru broke, her
tears running down her face.
*Crumpled bits of paper
*Filled with imperfect thought
*Stilted conversations
*I'm afraid that's all we've got
*You say you just don't see it
*He says it's perfect sense
*You just can't get agreement
*In this present tense
*We all talk a different language
*Talking in defense
"Haruka?" Michiru turned the television off. "I would like to tell you
something."
Haruka looked up at Michiru and nodded, "Alright."
"When I was fourteen, I defied my parents. I knew about you and I knew
I had to find you. I was promised to my father's named heir, I was
supposed to marry him when I was sixteen. I refused. There was a
rift... and I only lengthened it when I went to my mother three years
ago and told her I was with a woman. Then, when we found out we were
having a baby... I went to them again." Michiru looked up, taking in a
long shuddering breath. "Mother would like to meet you. She would like
us to come for dinner this Saturday."
Minutes ticked by. Michiru fidgeted slightly, wondering what Haruka
was thinking. Just when she thought she would scream, Haruka's lips
turned upward in her little smirk. "I would love to meet your parents,
Michiru."
Relief washed over Michiru's strained features. She smiled broadly,
pouncing on Haruka and giggling. "They will love you as much as I do!"
Haruka held onto the sea-scented woman tight, closing her eyes and
thinking, 'We can only hope.'
***
Michiru stood nervously on the front step, chewing her lip. She would
glance over at Haruka every few seconds. Her partner was so cool and
collected about meeting the parents... Michiru just wished her stomach
would unknot itself. Her mother had seemed so enthusiastic; she just
worried about her father. His stroke had left him a mumbling, frail
man who had all his wits about him. Holding Haruka's hand tight,
Michiru tried not to jump when the door opened.
"Michiru." Her mother smiled softly. Her eyes looked up to Haruka.
"Welcome." She motioned for them to enter the house.
*So we open up a quarrel
*Between the present and the past
*We only sacrifice the future
*It's the bitterness that lasts
*So don't yield to the fortunes
*You sometimes see as fate
*It may have a new perspective
*On a different day
*And if you don't give up
*And don't give in
*You may just be ok
Sitting in her hospital bed, Michiru had hoped the child within her
would help mend some of the wounds she had caused. Michiru rested her
hands on her belly, feeling the child move. The past week had been so
frightening. She had almost lost the baby.
But, no. She had arrived for dinner that night and saw he gleam in her
silent father's eye. It never left Haruka, he never acknowledged her.
He mumbled things Keiko interpreted for them. He wanted to know what
Michiru was doing with herself, how she was, was she alright, how
had she been? Michiru dutifully answered all of them.
She wished now she hadn't. Her mother had not told her father that she
was pregnant. So, when Michiru mentioned the upcoming doctor visits
and such, her father's face became red. Very red. He sputtered and
flapped his arms. Haruka stood as Kieko and Michiru had, walking to
take Michiru's hand. Kaioh-san just seemed more enraged. He demanded
to leave the presence of the abomination of his flesh. Michiru had
been reduced to tears.
Keiko came back downstairs an hour later, never looking at her
daughter. She suggested Michiru come back, alone, sometime later.
Perhaps then he would have calmed down. Until then, she felt they
should just go on home. She would call Michiru.
Michiru and Haruka had gone home. Thinking back, Michiru smiled
remembering how Haruka had tried so hard to console her pregnant
lover. Emotions already high from the baby, but for Michiru's family
problems to manifest again... Haruka had tried her best. Michiru was
thankful for the blonde's love of her. She didn't know what she would
do without her. Michiru looked to the clock. Haruka should arrive soon
to keep her company.
Michiru sighed. Her mother had called a week and a half ago. Haruka
and Michiru had just finished putting the nursery together, Michiru
had passed her seventh month mark. They were excited. Her mother had
called and asked her to come to the house. Alone. Michiru had dressed
and gone, excited to know her father wanted to see her again.
She left the house broken. Her father had said he had disowned her. He
had no child and he had no grandchild.
That night she had woke up with blood covering her legs and sheets.
Haruka had rushed her to the hospital and they were able to stop the
labor. She was to stay in the hospital for another week and a half.
The time dragged. When the doctor came in yesterday he had told her
the labor was brought on by increased hormone levels from stress.
Michiru had to take it easy.
*I wasn't there that morning
*When my father passed away
*I didn't get to tell him
*All the things I had to say
*I think I caught his spirit
*Later that same year
*I'm sure I heard his echo
*In my baby's new born tears
*I just wish I could have told him
*In the living years
It had been three weeks since she had the baby. Kaze was a sweet
child. Michiru blinked. Everyone should be getting back soon. She
finished putting on her stockings and slipped on the black shoes.
Haruka would just put on her suit; it wouldn't take her long to get
ready. She heard the front door open and then Setsuna's voice telling
Hotaru to change quickly. Kaze shrieked as she was handed from someone
to another. Michiru stood and looked at her reflection.
She was in a long, black dress made of soft material. It clung to her
even more ample bust and hugged at her fuller hips. Motherhood had
caused Michiru to gain more curves. Haruka loved them. Michiru wore
them like a badge of honor. She had endured much for their daughter.
She just hated she could bear no more children. During the cesarean
they had to remove her uterus, too much damage. No more children for
them.
She just hadn't told Haruka that yet.
Haruka came up behind her. "Ready, love?"
Michiru's eyes filled with tears as she nodded. Her father was being
buried today. His ashes were, anyway. Her mother had been kind enough
to hold off the funeral until she was well enough to attend. And that
was today. Taking Haruka's hand Michiru walked to the hallway. There
they met up with Hotaru, Setsuna and Kaze. Setsuna handed Michiru
Kaze, dressed in black just like everyone else, and the family of five
started down the stairs to the limo waiting outside for them.
So much she had wanted to say to him. She had loved her father. Now,
at the age of twenty-two she understood he had only wanted what was
best for her. He just never understood her destiny, her loves. But it
was too late for him to know all her secrets. Too late for him to know
her love or the love of his granddaughter. Too late for her to know
him and his life, for them to have been a family.
Too late for so many things.
Closer they got to the cemetery the heavier Michiru's heart felt. She
held Kaze close to her. The cool November wind blowing outside the
windows, the overcast sky... she just wanted to snuggle into bed with
Kaze and Haruka and close out the world, close out her sadness and
loss.
The door opened and a hand offered her assistance out of the limo.
Michiru took her place on the left side of the burial area, her mother
to her left, Haruka to her right, and all the Senshi standing behind
her. One more large, cold gust of wind brought the soft fall of rain.
*Say it loud, say it clear
*You can listen as well as you hear
*It's too late when we die
*To admit we don't see eye to eye
Kaze, who had just turned 3 months old, bounced on her papa's knee.
Michiru sat in the large leather chair, holding tightly to her
mother's hand. She had come here to support her mother in this time,
the reading of her father's will. She knew he had left nothing to her
because she had been disowned. Everything would be left to Ichiro (and
the pretty thing of a wife who was very pregnant with his fourth
child) and a small fund would be left to take care of her mother.
Ichiro had been surprised to see Michiru. Twenty-two, a mother and a
wife, she had been the last person he thought he would see. He was
embarrassed when he realized that Haruka was a woman and had made sure
his eyes were never on Michiru again.
"... and to my daughter, Kaioh Michiru, I leave all my assets. This
includes my estates, my stocks and bonds, my shares in..."
Michiru felt the tears stream down her face. Her father had left it
all to her. Control of the business was Ichiro's, but everything
else... was hers. A nice trust for her mother...
Her father had loved her. In the end, he saw her happiness. Sobbing
into her hands, Michiru just wished he could have seen it in the
living years... when the two of them could have appreciated it all.
*Blames the one before
*And all of their frustration
*Come beating on your door
Silence echoed through the rooms of the mansion. Hotaru, now sixteen,
was out at school, Setsuna off doing... whatever Setsuna did, and
Haruka... Michiru bit her lip. Haruka had taken Kaze to see the
Senshi, giving Michiru 'rest.' Kaze had been home for three weeks, and
Michiru was learning the trials and joys of motherhood.
She arched her back, stretching briefly before her aching breasts
caused her any more pain. Kaze was not a heavy eater; therefore
Michiru's breasts remained heavy with milk most of the day. This was
one of those trials, right up there with two-hour bouts of sleep at
night. Haruka was wonderful, a doting parent and courteous partner.
Michiru stood, yawned and went to the bathroom. She stood, nude, in
front of the large mirror, examining her body. She had changed in the
past year. Her breasts had increased by a full cup size, her hips had
spread slightly offering more curves to her frame. Her belly, once
smooth and concave, now showed the tiniest stretch marks and had its
own curve to it. Her eyes were clouded, dark... lack of sleep.
Michiru slipped into the hot water of the tub, allowing the water to
carry the extra weight of her breasts. The hot water, as well as the
weightlessness offered, caused Michiru to let out a loud sigh of
relief. Sitting in the hot tub, relaxing away, Michiru thought back
over the past ten months. A long span of time. Full of new wonders and
old heartaches.
*I know that I'm a prisoner
*To all my father held so dear
*I know that I'm a hostage
*To all his hopes and fears
*I just wish I could have told him
*In the living years
Michiru had stood on her parents' doorstep a second time. Three years
ago she had come to this house, due to her father's declining health.
It was in her father's study she stood for her second confrontation.
She had finally told her mother she was involved with a woman. She
refused to change her mind and marry Ichiro. Her mother had condemned
her, scorching words and ushered her out of the house.
She took a deep breath and rang the bell, her heart racing. She wished
she had asked Haruka to come with her. She had wanted to, but this was
something Michiru had to set right on her own. The door opened,
revealing her aging mother. Keiko's eyes widened as she took in the
site of her twenty-year-old daughter.
"Mama? May I come in?" Michiru was surprised at how small her voice
sounded. She felt fourteen again, defying the parents she loved. But,
this was a time of joy -- not for rehashing past regrets.
Keiko stood still for a moment, and then let out her breath. "Come in,
Michiru."
Michiru entered the entryway, her heels clacking loudly on the marble
floors. She knew from her sources that her mother had dismissed all
but necessary staff since her father's stroke six months ago. Upstairs
she heard the nurse moving around. She knew there was a maid and a
cook somewhere. That was it. The house was silent.
Her mother motioned her to the sitting room, asking if Michiru wanted
some tea. Michiru's stomach, rolling from nervousness and her early
pregnancy, declined. They sat in silence for ten or so minutes, each
searching for the right words.
Michiru cleared her throat. "Mama... I have some important news for
you and Papa. I... umm... I am... My partner and I had a ceremony...
she and I are committed... umm... I mean..." she looked up at her
mother. "I'm pregnant."
Keiko blinked once... twice... and then looked down to Michiru's
belly. Almost breathlessly, "Pregnant?"
Michiru looked up. "Yes. It's due in November. Haruka and I --"
Keiko cut off Michiru. "Haruka? Is that her name?"
Michiru nodded quickly. "Tenoh Haruka."
"Does she treat you well?"
Michiru looked up into her mother's eyes. Something between them
healed then. Her voice shaking, Michiru answered. "Yes. She does."
Keiko nodded. "I will speak with your father. I would like for you to
bring Haruka here for dinner soon." She stood up, dismissing Michiru.
"How does Saturday sound?"
Michiru bit her lip, nodding. "Dinner same time as always?"
Keiko smiled. "As always." She approached her daughter, looking up at
her and then reached out and drew her into a hug. Michiru broke, her
tears running down her face.
*Crumpled bits of paper
*Filled with imperfect thought
*Stilted conversations
*I'm afraid that's all we've got
*You say you just don't see it
*He says it's perfect sense
*You just can't get agreement
*In this present tense
*We all talk a different language
*Talking in defense
"Haruka?" Michiru turned the television off. "I would like to tell you
something."
Haruka looked up at Michiru and nodded, "Alright."
"When I was fourteen, I defied my parents. I knew about you and I knew
I had to find you. I was promised to my father's named heir, I was
supposed to marry him when I was sixteen. I refused. There was a
rift... and I only lengthened it when I went to my mother three years
ago and told her I was with a woman. Then, when we found out we were
having a baby... I went to them again." Michiru looked up, taking in a
long shuddering breath. "Mother would like to meet you. She would like
us to come for dinner this Saturday."
Minutes ticked by. Michiru fidgeted slightly, wondering what Haruka
was thinking. Just when she thought she would scream, Haruka's lips
turned upward in her little smirk. "I would love to meet your parents,
Michiru."
Relief washed over Michiru's strained features. She smiled broadly,
pouncing on Haruka and giggling. "They will love you as much as I do!"
Haruka held onto the sea-scented woman tight, closing her eyes and
thinking, 'We can only hope.'
***
Michiru stood nervously on the front step, chewing her lip. She would
glance over at Haruka every few seconds. Her partner was so cool and
collected about meeting the parents... Michiru just wished her stomach
would unknot itself. Her mother had seemed so enthusiastic; she just
worried about her father. His stroke had left him a mumbling, frail
man who had all his wits about him. Holding Haruka's hand tight,
Michiru tried not to jump when the door opened.
"Michiru." Her mother smiled softly. Her eyes looked up to Haruka.
"Welcome." She motioned for them to enter the house.
*So we open up a quarrel
*Between the present and the past
*We only sacrifice the future
*It's the bitterness that lasts
*So don't yield to the fortunes
*You sometimes see as fate
*It may have a new perspective
*On a different day
*And if you don't give up
*And don't give in
*You may just be ok
Sitting in her hospital bed, Michiru had hoped the child within her
would help mend some of the wounds she had caused. Michiru rested her
hands on her belly, feeling the child move. The past week had been so
frightening. She had almost lost the baby.
But, no. She had arrived for dinner that night and saw he gleam in her
silent father's eye. It never left Haruka, he never acknowledged her.
He mumbled things Keiko interpreted for them. He wanted to know what
Michiru was doing with herself, how she was, was she alright, how
had she been? Michiru dutifully answered all of them.
She wished now she hadn't. Her mother had not told her father that she
was pregnant. So, when Michiru mentioned the upcoming doctor visits
and such, her father's face became red. Very red. He sputtered and
flapped his arms. Haruka stood as Kieko and Michiru had, walking to
take Michiru's hand. Kaioh-san just seemed more enraged. He demanded
to leave the presence of the abomination of his flesh. Michiru had
been reduced to tears.
Keiko came back downstairs an hour later, never looking at her
daughter. She suggested Michiru come back, alone, sometime later.
Perhaps then he would have calmed down. Until then, she felt they
should just go on home. She would call Michiru.
Michiru and Haruka had gone home. Thinking back, Michiru smiled
remembering how Haruka had tried so hard to console her pregnant
lover. Emotions already high from the baby, but for Michiru's family
problems to manifest again... Haruka had tried her best. Michiru was
thankful for the blonde's love of her. She didn't know what she would
do without her. Michiru looked to the clock. Haruka should arrive soon
to keep her company.
Michiru sighed. Her mother had called a week and a half ago. Haruka
and Michiru had just finished putting the nursery together, Michiru
had passed her seventh month mark. They were excited. Her mother had
called and asked her to come to the house. Alone. Michiru had dressed
and gone, excited to know her father wanted to see her again.
She left the house broken. Her father had said he had disowned her. He
had no child and he had no grandchild.
That night she had woke up with blood covering her legs and sheets.
Haruka had rushed her to the hospital and they were able to stop the
labor. She was to stay in the hospital for another week and a half.
The time dragged. When the doctor came in yesterday he had told her
the labor was brought on by increased hormone levels from stress.
Michiru had to take it easy.
*I wasn't there that morning
*When my father passed away
*I didn't get to tell him
*All the things I had to say
*I think I caught his spirit
*Later that same year
*I'm sure I heard his echo
*In my baby's new born tears
*I just wish I could have told him
*In the living years
It had been three weeks since she had the baby. Kaze was a sweet
child. Michiru blinked. Everyone should be getting back soon. She
finished putting on her stockings and slipped on the black shoes.
Haruka would just put on her suit; it wouldn't take her long to get
ready. She heard the front door open and then Setsuna's voice telling
Hotaru to change quickly. Kaze shrieked as she was handed from someone
to another. Michiru stood and looked at her reflection.
She was in a long, black dress made of soft material. It clung to her
even more ample bust and hugged at her fuller hips. Motherhood had
caused Michiru to gain more curves. Haruka loved them. Michiru wore
them like a badge of honor. She had endured much for their daughter.
She just hated she could bear no more children. During the cesarean
they had to remove her uterus, too much damage. No more children for
them.
She just hadn't told Haruka that yet.
Haruka came up behind her. "Ready, love?"
Michiru's eyes filled with tears as she nodded. Her father was being
buried today. His ashes were, anyway. Her mother had been kind enough
to hold off the funeral until she was well enough to attend. And that
was today. Taking Haruka's hand Michiru walked to the hallway. There
they met up with Hotaru, Setsuna and Kaze. Setsuna handed Michiru
Kaze, dressed in black just like everyone else, and the family of five
started down the stairs to the limo waiting outside for them.
So much she had wanted to say to him. She had loved her father. Now,
at the age of twenty-two she understood he had only wanted what was
best for her. He just never understood her destiny, her loves. But it
was too late for him to know all her secrets. Too late for him to know
her love or the love of his granddaughter. Too late for her to know
him and his life, for them to have been a family.
Too late for so many things.
Closer they got to the cemetery the heavier Michiru's heart felt. She
held Kaze close to her. The cool November wind blowing outside the
windows, the overcast sky... she just wanted to snuggle into bed with
Kaze and Haruka and close out the world, close out her sadness and
loss.
The door opened and a hand offered her assistance out of the limo.
Michiru took her place on the left side of the burial area, her mother
to her left, Haruka to her right, and all the Senshi standing behind
her. One more large, cold gust of wind brought the soft fall of rain.
*Say it loud, say it clear
*You can listen as well as you hear
*It's too late when we die
*To admit we don't see eye to eye
Kaze, who had just turned 3 months old, bounced on her papa's knee.
Michiru sat in the large leather chair, holding tightly to her
mother's hand. She had come here to support her mother in this time,
the reading of her father's will. She knew he had left nothing to her
because she had been disowned. Everything would be left to Ichiro (and
the pretty thing of a wife who was very pregnant with his fourth
child) and a small fund would be left to take care of her mother.
Ichiro had been surprised to see Michiru. Twenty-two, a mother and a
wife, she had been the last person he thought he would see. He was
embarrassed when he realized that Haruka was a woman and had made sure
his eyes were never on Michiru again.
"... and to my daughter, Kaioh Michiru, I leave all my assets. This
includes my estates, my stocks and bonds, my shares in..."
Michiru felt the tears stream down her face. Her father had left it
all to her. Control of the business was Ichiro's, but everything
else... was hers. A nice trust for her mother...
Her father had loved her. In the end, he saw her happiness. Sobbing
into her hands, Michiru just wished he could have seen it in the
living years... when the two of them could have appreciated it all.