Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ The Disaffected Life ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: aoi_no_kansei 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Shoujo-ai | Uploaded On: 02.23.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 410 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Shoujo-ai | Uploaded On: 02.23.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 410 | Status: Completed
The Disaffected Life;
Chap Two
By Monikku
Haruka found herself pinned against a wall of a hostess club. In a place so
crowded, even she, seemingly so menacing, was not safe. A girl she had spoken
to the majority of the night, one salary men paid to keep the company of,
stayed in Haruka's presence, hoping to gain her affections, rather than her
money. She had followed Haruka to the bathroom, and eagerly forced herself upon
the attractive blonde, grabbing Haruka by the wrists, and drenching her in the
saliva of her kiss. Haruka felt drunk by more than just copious amounts
alcohol.
Pulling herself away, Haruka spoke to the girl, "Stop it. I am... not what
you think."
"Mmf," the girl grunted, pressing her lips firmly to Haruka's.
"I am a woman!" Haruka shouted to the girl, having pried the girl's
demanding lips from her own.
"I don't care," the young ganguro replied.
Haruka was entranced by the soft, slick warmth of the girls mouth, but the
reality of her kiss pervaded all enjoyment for Haruka, "your kiss is thick with
drunkenness," she thought, "I can taste the lies of convenience upon your lips
."
Haruka was a convenient escape. Haruka was a transient desire, a false
fulfillment; she knew this well. She was the desire without the intimidation of
the unknown. She was the strength and appeal, without the inherent fear. Haruka
was a safe respite, she was not a place of settlement.
The girl's tongue poked and jabbed viciously at Haruka's, having lost any
sense of grace by her last glass of vodka. The longer the kisses lasted, the
deeper Haruka dove into her misery. The deeper the girl fell into lust, the
further Haruka traveled into disgust.
"I mean nothing to you." Haruka thought, "I am nothing."
It was only a day ago Haruka had been forced out of the nest. Only days ago
she had been caught in a kiss far more intimate, far more real, than this.
ooooo
While young girls longed to follow in their mother's footsteps, while they
wore make-up, listened to pop music, and fawned over boys before ever
understanding the meaning of their actions, Haruka ran track. While girls wore
skirts, Haruka wore slacks. While girls dreamt of marriage, Haruka fantasised
dominating the F-1 circuit. Haruka was strong. Haruka was aggressive. Haruka
was disinterested in all traditional dynamics of relationships. Haruka was not
coy. Haruka did not allow kisses to be stolen by brash, bold boys. Haruka
simply did not fit, anywhere.
Haruka's parents always seemed to teeter back and forth in their devotion
to her happiness. They had tried many times to get the young girl to conform,
all throughout her life. Though, eventually, they would give up and allow her
to have her way; with clothes, with sports, with studies. This time, however,
they simply could not afford her any space. This time, the distance in
difference was unbreachable.
Haruka, having detached from the young hostess' kiss, lost herself in
rememberance.
Yuki. Haruka hadn't known Yuki long, but Yuki had quickly grown attached to
Haruka. Haruka, who had largely spent her time isolating herself from others,
found Yuki's feelings to be jarring. Yuki had so easily shattered Haruka's
accepted image of life and herself, simply by being so eager to befriend her.
ooooo
"Ha-chan!" a young girl bounded towards Haruka at a disturbing pace,
disturbing for Haruka's comfort. Haruka stood infront of her school, donning
their spring uniform. Haruka wore a boy's blazer, boy's slacks, and a boy's
tie. The girl running towards Haruka wore a similar outfit, only a pleated
skirt took the place of slacks.
The girl, finally having reached Haruka, doubled over, rest her hands on
her knees, and attempted desperately to catch her breath.
"You're out of shape." Haruka spoke with little inflection to her voice.
The girl in question stood and grasped at her bosom, "I have plenty of
shape!" she stuck her tongue out at the daper blonde.
Haruka sucked at her teeth in a hiss of disapproval. "Vulgar," She said
simply.
"Oh, Ha-chan," the girl stepped towards Haruka and twined her arms into the
crook of Haruka's elbow, "You act so aloof. You wear a boy's uniform and tie
your long hair back, and act like you're just too cool to conform, but really,
you are such a traditionalist!"
"I'm not a traditionalist. I believe in self-respect, Yuki." Haruka looked
down at the much shorter girl, and found herself admiring the girl's features.
Sanguin eyes stared up at Haruka. Yuki's long raven hair parted perfectly down
the center of her head, her lengthy bangs framed her heart shaped face. Having
taken the girl's beauty in, Haruka found the girl's proximity flushing her with
heat.
"I have plenty of self-respect. I just don't take everything as seriously
as you do!" Yuki exclaimed, and tightened her grip on Haruka's arm in the
process.
"Mmmm," Haruka grunted in response.
ooooo
Haruka opened her eyes, and looked at the face before her. This face, it
did not belong to Yuki. These lips soaked in alcohol, these were not the timid
tenderness of the girl she longed for. Perhaps this beauty had emotions to
share and stories to tell, but they would not be to Haruka, and Haruka would
not care if ever they were.
Haruka quickly was learning what it meant to be emotionless, what it meant
to have a "fling," and it frightened her. Haruka pushed the girl aside and ran
towards the door of the hostess club. She had entered the club earlier in the
evening, hoping to drown her sorrows in liquor, hoping desperately to escape
her pain, but what she discovered had been far too overwhelming. It was all far
too telling of life, and of herself.
This maturity, the child cried, was too soon.
ooooooooooooooooooooooo
Yeah, I wrote this chapter while drunk. It is short, I hope it doesn't suck.
Monikku.
Chap Two
By Monikku
Haruka found herself pinned against a wall of a hostess club. In a place so
crowded, even she, seemingly so menacing, was not safe. A girl she had spoken
to the majority of the night, one salary men paid to keep the company of,
stayed in Haruka's presence, hoping to gain her affections, rather than her
money. She had followed Haruka to the bathroom, and eagerly forced herself upon
the attractive blonde, grabbing Haruka by the wrists, and drenching her in the
saliva of her kiss. Haruka felt drunk by more than just copious amounts
alcohol.
Pulling herself away, Haruka spoke to the girl, "Stop it. I am... not what
you think."
"Mmf," the girl grunted, pressing her lips firmly to Haruka's.
"I am a woman!" Haruka shouted to the girl, having pried the girl's
demanding lips from her own.
"I don't care," the young ganguro replied.
Haruka was entranced by the soft, slick warmth of the girls mouth, but the
reality of her kiss pervaded all enjoyment for Haruka, "your kiss is thick with
drunkenness," she thought, "I can taste the lies of convenience upon your lips
."
Haruka was a convenient escape. Haruka was a transient desire, a false
fulfillment; she knew this well. She was the desire without the intimidation of
the unknown. She was the strength and appeal, without the inherent fear. Haruka
was a safe respite, she was not a place of settlement.
The girl's tongue poked and jabbed viciously at Haruka's, having lost any
sense of grace by her last glass of vodka. The longer the kisses lasted, the
deeper Haruka dove into her misery. The deeper the girl fell into lust, the
further Haruka traveled into disgust.
"I mean nothing to you." Haruka thought, "I am nothing."
It was only a day ago Haruka had been forced out of the nest. Only days ago
she had been caught in a kiss far more intimate, far more real, than this.
ooooo
While young girls longed to follow in their mother's footsteps, while they
wore make-up, listened to pop music, and fawned over boys before ever
understanding the meaning of their actions, Haruka ran track. While girls wore
skirts, Haruka wore slacks. While girls dreamt of marriage, Haruka fantasised
dominating the F-1 circuit. Haruka was strong. Haruka was aggressive. Haruka
was disinterested in all traditional dynamics of relationships. Haruka was not
coy. Haruka did not allow kisses to be stolen by brash, bold boys. Haruka
simply did not fit, anywhere.
Haruka's parents always seemed to teeter back and forth in their devotion
to her happiness. They had tried many times to get the young girl to conform,
all throughout her life. Though, eventually, they would give up and allow her
to have her way; with clothes, with sports, with studies. This time, however,
they simply could not afford her any space. This time, the distance in
difference was unbreachable.
Haruka, having detached from the young hostess' kiss, lost herself in
rememberance.
Yuki. Haruka hadn't known Yuki long, but Yuki had quickly grown attached to
Haruka. Haruka, who had largely spent her time isolating herself from others,
found Yuki's feelings to be jarring. Yuki had so easily shattered Haruka's
accepted image of life and herself, simply by being so eager to befriend her.
ooooo
"Ha-chan!" a young girl bounded towards Haruka at a disturbing pace,
disturbing for Haruka's comfort. Haruka stood infront of her school, donning
their spring uniform. Haruka wore a boy's blazer, boy's slacks, and a boy's
tie. The girl running towards Haruka wore a similar outfit, only a pleated
skirt took the place of slacks.
The girl, finally having reached Haruka, doubled over, rest her hands on
her knees, and attempted desperately to catch her breath.
"You're out of shape." Haruka spoke with little inflection to her voice.
The girl in question stood and grasped at her bosom, "I have plenty of
shape!" she stuck her tongue out at the daper blonde.
Haruka sucked at her teeth in a hiss of disapproval. "Vulgar," She said
simply.
"Oh, Ha-chan," the girl stepped towards Haruka and twined her arms into the
crook of Haruka's elbow, "You act so aloof. You wear a boy's uniform and tie
your long hair back, and act like you're just too cool to conform, but really,
you are such a traditionalist!"
"I'm not a traditionalist. I believe in self-respect, Yuki." Haruka looked
down at the much shorter girl, and found herself admiring the girl's features.
Sanguin eyes stared up at Haruka. Yuki's long raven hair parted perfectly down
the center of her head, her lengthy bangs framed her heart shaped face. Having
taken the girl's beauty in, Haruka found the girl's proximity flushing her with
heat.
"I have plenty of self-respect. I just don't take everything as seriously
as you do!" Yuki exclaimed, and tightened her grip on Haruka's arm in the
process.
"Mmmm," Haruka grunted in response.
ooooo
Haruka opened her eyes, and looked at the face before her. This face, it
did not belong to Yuki. These lips soaked in alcohol, these were not the timid
tenderness of the girl she longed for. Perhaps this beauty had emotions to
share and stories to tell, but they would not be to Haruka, and Haruka would
not care if ever they were.
Haruka quickly was learning what it meant to be emotionless, what it meant
to have a "fling," and it frightened her. Haruka pushed the girl aside and ran
towards the door of the hostess club. She had entered the club earlier in the
evening, hoping to drown her sorrows in liquor, hoping desperately to escape
her pain, but what she discovered had been far too overwhelming. It was all far
too telling of life, and of herself.
This maturity, the child cried, was too soon.
ooooooooooooooooooooooo
Yeah, I wrote this chapter while drunk. It is short, I hope it doesn't suck.
Monikku.