Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ The Disaffected Life ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )
[ 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: 3 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 380 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Shoujo-ai | Uploaded On: 02.23.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 380 | Status: Completed
Author's Notes:
As always, I do not own Sailor Moon. Shock of all shocks, I know. I was just wondering why I wasn't
better paid and thoroughly worshipped only moments ago.
Hey! Welcome back to The Disaffected Life! Been a hell of a long time, I know. So much has gone on
in my personal life that I cannot nor would bother boring y'all with the details. I can say this with
certainty, though, keep looking out for my fics and don't give up hope on any of them. I promise, I will
finish every last one of those suckers, even if I can only post one sentence at a time!
Again, this fic is about Haruka's life pre-Michiru. I hope you all enjoy as we see a bit more of
Yuki. Though, this may be the last you ever hear of her again. Much apologies if any of you have gotten
attached, but she's gettin' the axe in the near future. ;_; Poor Yuki-chan. Pish tosh, oh well. ^_^
On with the show!
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The Disaffected Life
Chapter Four
By Monikku
Haruka stood before her class, tall and dapper in her crisp, pressed boy's uniform. Upon hearing
the name Tenoh, the principle gave no argument to her choice in attire. After all, it was an honour
for a member of the Tenoh family to attend. She ceremoniously declared her name and properly greeted
classmates and teacher with "please be good to me," then walked towards her designated seat with a
cool and disaffected air. Whispers immediately swarmed the class as girls began to swoon over the
attractive blonde, while a few of the more popular boys glanced her way, sizing her up. The teacher
spoke of, and to her, without a gender specific term, seeming slightly confused by Haruka's appearance.
She chuckled internally at his apprehension.
Haruka ran a hand through her hair as she stared dispassionately towards the front of the class.
She still was not used to this short cut, the lack of her usual ponytail feeling something like a phantom
limb. Every time she tilted her head one way or another, she felt the weight of hair that no longer
existed. So much of her life simply... no longer existed.
She felt the person in the seat behind her lean in close and whisper in her ear, it was a feminine
voice, unsurprising to Haruka, "Are you Tenoh as in Tenoh Enterprise International?" Haruka sighed heavily,
it was her only response. The girl tapped Haruka's shoulder, thinking, perhaps, Haruka had not heard her.
Haruka took a moment, thinking deeply how she should respond to this girl. In kind, wondering what sort
of persona she should fit upon herself in this new school. Should she act how she truly felt... agitated
and disinterested? Should she humour these young girls she knew were staring admiringly at her?
"Who will I become?" Haruka whispered softly to no one.
The girl leaned even closer into Haruka, and asked again "Are you related to Tenoh Enterprise
International?"
It would be so easy for Haruka to come into this school and manipulate it. She knew this well.
If she acted cool and unapproachable, sexy and confident, perhaps people would admire her only from afar.
Haruka's eyebrow arched as she wondered "Do all 15 year olds think this way?"
Making a conscious decision, Haruka turned in her chair and looked the young girl behind her dead
in the eyes. The indescript girl blushed at Haruka's intensity. Feeding off of the girl's reaction,
Haruka smiled at her a bit predatorily, she replied in a slow, smooth voice, "Yes. Yes, I am. My father
owns Tenoh Enterprise. I also am a nationally medalled sprinter, and have taken a shine to f-1 racing.
Please support my efforts." She punctuated her statement with a wink, and the girl blushed more deeply.
Haruka turned back in her seat and snickered to herself. That interaction had been remarkably easy,
and entertained her to no end, she found. Posturing could be fun, and she had won a fan of the girl
behind her. She was certain of it.
Feeling more comfortable with herself and her surroundings, Haruka scanned the classroom. Many
of the eyes that had been watching her turned away all too obviously. One girl, however, stared at
Haruka unabashedly. There was no timidity or remorse in her eyes. Discernment, Haruka had surmised.
Something about the girl's boldness piqued Haruka's interest. Though the girl left her with an unsettled
feeling.
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Classes had seemed to drag on forever. When the final bell rang, it was with great relief that Haruka
packed her things and briskly exited the building. Though the act of exiting was no easy task, hordes of
students created traffic as they went in search of cliques and their respective clubs.
Haruka stood in the parking lot, viewing the building that was her new school. She threw an arm
brandishing her bag over her shoulder, and stared as a feeling of great loss hollowed her chest. Right now,
Yuki should have been bounding towards her with that ridiculously infallible smile on her face. Haruka
hadn't seen the beauty in three weeks, not since the incident. Last she heard, Yuki had been discarded,
much as Haruka; thrown into a boarding school for girls.
Haruka chuckled unamused, "What a silly solution."
While Haruka walked, she couldn't help but imagine Yuki standing next to her, as the girl had so many
times before. What would Yuki say now? Imply that Haruka should cheer up, probably. "You're always so
stern and solemn." something like that. Haruka looked up to the sky as she felt tears uncharacteristically
sting her eyes. Yes, stoic and stern. Haruka had always been frigid and driven for as long as she could
remember. Coldly pushing forward, just like her father.
Just like her father. If she had been a boy, her father would have been the most proud father ever
there was. Haruka would be the perfect son. Then kissing Yuki wouldn't have been such...
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Yuki pulled back from Haruka, still holding Haruka's face in her hands. Her tears had stopped
their torrential reign, and Haruka raised a hand to wipe the moist streams off of the girl's gorgeous
face. Haruka offered the girl a compassionate smile, "This was all really dramatic, wasn't it?"
Yuki giggled at Haruka's words, smiling radiantly, "You're not romantic at all, are you?"
Haruka's face looked suddenly quite serious again, "I'd like to try."
Yuki met Haruka's eyes, deeply staring into them, her heart tightened and ached in her chest.
Haruka pulled the girl into her firm embrace. Yuki relished feeling Haruka's toned muscles tense as
they pressed her to the taller girl's soft bosom. "You're crying again." Haruka spoke.
Yuki held on to Haruka as though she feared her untimely escape. "I love you." the small girl whispered
brokenly. Haruka stiffened in Yuki's desperate embrace as she realised she had never heard those words
spoken to her before. I love you. Three simple words affixing themselves to an even simpler concept; Love.
Haruka was loved.
Haruka broke herself from Yuki's grip and pressed her lips to the petite beauty's. At first, the
kiss was feather light, but deepened as her well-fastened, restrained desire for this young woman
in her arms came undone. Haruka's tongue reached urgently for Yuki's, as her hands slid down to the
small of the girl's back. When Yuki's tongue teasingly, lightly graced the masculine girl's with her own
silky slick warmth, Haruka growled low in her throat. Yuki's breath caught in her chest as her womb
tightened in response to Haruka's ferity.
Yuki wanted nothing more than to be possessed by the strong woman before her. She laid back onto
the bed, pulling Haruka on top of her. Haruka suddenly felt nervous as the realisation of what may
happen struck her. Reading Haruka's face, Yuki pulled the tall girl down close to her and kissed her lips
lightly, well tamed, in deference to Haruka's anxiety. "Pleasedon'tstop. Pleasedon'tstop. Pleasedon'tstop."
Yuki repeated in her head like a prayer.
Haruka settled herself between Yuki's legs, and kissed the girl back. Her tongue tenderly grazed
the raven-haired nymph's lips, then dipped temptingly into her mouth. Yuki moaned as she wrapped her
arms around Haruka's neck, the runner's strong hips pressed into Yuki's in response.
"... a DISGRACE!" Haruka's father growled with fury as he stood in the open doorway. Haruka and
Yuki jumped up and away from each other at an alarming speed. Had they left the door open? Had he opened
it without them realising it? Why was he home so early? Was this really happening? A million thoughts
pounded, then shattered Haruka's mind completely. She sat on the bed staring at her father in utter shock.
"No more Yuki" was all that went through her mind as she father snatched her by the collar and physically
dragged her down stairs. Haruka had thought she heard Yuki yell her name through the sound of her
feet stumbling down the steps and her father's snarls of disdain.
Upon reaching her father's shrine room, he threw Haruka to the ground then stomped across the room
to a large well carved wooden box. After grabbing an item from the box, he stormed his way back over to
Haruka. He grabbed her forcefully by the hair and lifted her to her feet. "Stand in front of the *oshoko!"
He yelled. Standing in front of the altar, he lit the incense. "Bow!" her father spoke through gritted
teeth. Haruka obediently took two steps back and bowed deeply. He then pulled out a string of **nenju and
threw them at Haruka. "PRAY!!" he growled. "Pray for your father's forgiveness!!" Haruka did as her father
instructed; she kneeled before the altar, nenju in hand, and began to pray. Though she decided did not
pray for her father's forgiveness, rather, she contemplated her relationship with Yuki, and wished the
girl's well being through all of this ill fortune.
Her father rattled on and on as she prayed, only occasionally did she catch words and phrases
from his tirade. "You impudent fucking spoiled disgrace of a daughter! How dare you shame your family
and our name!" He paced back and forth, yelling one obscenity after another. Haruka held the nenju
in her hands and prayed, she meditated her father's yelling clear out of her mind, praying over and
over for Yuki's well being.
To be continued...
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Definitions:
Oshoko- oshoko is the offering of incense before buddhist prayer. It is believed that the light of the incense purifies one's body and mind before paying homage to Buddha.
Nenju- buddhist prayer beads.
MORE Author's Notes:
Dundundunnn! Thus the dreaded event which changed Haruka's young life forever is unfolding.
Yeah, her father seems like a prick, doesn't he? Oh well. Business men are like that.
I hope you all enjoyed this long awaited chapter in the series! Hopefully the other won't
take a year or two or three to muse its way out of my brain in the future.
As always, criticisms are welcomed and thoroughly encouraged! Thank you for reading!
Should ya feel the inclination, here's mah email: l0vecat(@)hotmail(dot)com
Yeah, typed out all wonkylike cos fanfiction(dot)net doth friggin' flippin' sucketh rocks.
Much love,
Monikku.
As always, I do not own Sailor Moon. Shock of all shocks, I know. I was just wondering why I wasn't
better paid and thoroughly worshipped only moments ago.
Hey! Welcome back to The Disaffected Life! Been a hell of a long time, I know. So much has gone on
in my personal life that I cannot nor would bother boring y'all with the details. I can say this with
certainty, though, keep looking out for my fics and don't give up hope on any of them. I promise, I will
finish every last one of those suckers, even if I can only post one sentence at a time!
Again, this fic is about Haruka's life pre-Michiru. I hope you all enjoy as we see a bit more of
Yuki. Though, this may be the last you ever hear of her again. Much apologies if any of you have gotten
attached, but she's gettin' the axe in the near future. ;_; Poor Yuki-chan. Pish tosh, oh well. ^_^
On with the show!
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooooooo
The Disaffected Life
Chapter Four
By Monikku
Haruka stood before her class, tall and dapper in her crisp, pressed boy's uniform. Upon hearing
the name Tenoh, the principle gave no argument to her choice in attire. After all, it was an honour
for a member of the Tenoh family to attend. She ceremoniously declared her name and properly greeted
classmates and teacher with "please be good to me," then walked towards her designated seat with a
cool and disaffected air. Whispers immediately swarmed the class as girls began to swoon over the
attractive blonde, while a few of the more popular boys glanced her way, sizing her up. The teacher
spoke of, and to her, without a gender specific term, seeming slightly confused by Haruka's appearance.
She chuckled internally at his apprehension.
Haruka ran a hand through her hair as she stared dispassionately towards the front of the class.
She still was not used to this short cut, the lack of her usual ponytail feeling something like a phantom
limb. Every time she tilted her head one way or another, she felt the weight of hair that no longer
existed. So much of her life simply... no longer existed.
She felt the person in the seat behind her lean in close and whisper in her ear, it was a feminine
voice, unsurprising to Haruka, "Are you Tenoh as in Tenoh Enterprise International?" Haruka sighed heavily,
it was her only response. The girl tapped Haruka's shoulder, thinking, perhaps, Haruka had not heard her.
Haruka took a moment, thinking deeply how she should respond to this girl. In kind, wondering what sort
of persona she should fit upon herself in this new school. Should she act how she truly felt... agitated
and disinterested? Should she humour these young girls she knew were staring admiringly at her?
"Who will I become?" Haruka whispered softly to no one.
The girl leaned even closer into Haruka, and asked again "Are you related to Tenoh Enterprise
International?"
It would be so easy for Haruka to come into this school and manipulate it. She knew this well.
If she acted cool and unapproachable, sexy and confident, perhaps people would admire her only from afar.
Haruka's eyebrow arched as she wondered "Do all 15 year olds think this way?"
Making a conscious decision, Haruka turned in her chair and looked the young girl behind her dead
in the eyes. The indescript girl blushed at Haruka's intensity. Feeding off of the girl's reaction,
Haruka smiled at her a bit predatorily, she replied in a slow, smooth voice, "Yes. Yes, I am. My father
owns Tenoh Enterprise. I also am a nationally medalled sprinter, and have taken a shine to f-1 racing.
Please support my efforts." She punctuated her statement with a wink, and the girl blushed more deeply.
Haruka turned back in her seat and snickered to herself. That interaction had been remarkably easy,
and entertained her to no end, she found. Posturing could be fun, and she had won a fan of the girl
behind her. She was certain of it.
Feeling more comfortable with herself and her surroundings, Haruka scanned the classroom. Many
of the eyes that had been watching her turned away all too obviously. One girl, however, stared at
Haruka unabashedly. There was no timidity or remorse in her eyes. Discernment, Haruka had surmised.
Something about the girl's boldness piqued Haruka's interest. Though the girl left her with an unsettled
feeling.
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Classes had seemed to drag on forever. When the final bell rang, it was with great relief that Haruka
packed her things and briskly exited the building. Though the act of exiting was no easy task, hordes of
students created traffic as they went in search of cliques and their respective clubs.
Haruka stood in the parking lot, viewing the building that was her new school. She threw an arm
brandishing her bag over her shoulder, and stared as a feeling of great loss hollowed her chest. Right now,
Yuki should have been bounding towards her with that ridiculously infallible smile on her face. Haruka
hadn't seen the beauty in three weeks, not since the incident. Last she heard, Yuki had been discarded,
much as Haruka; thrown into a boarding school for girls.
Haruka chuckled unamused, "What a silly solution."
While Haruka walked, she couldn't help but imagine Yuki standing next to her, as the girl had so many
times before. What would Yuki say now? Imply that Haruka should cheer up, probably. "You're always so
stern and solemn." something like that. Haruka looked up to the sky as she felt tears uncharacteristically
sting her eyes. Yes, stoic and stern. Haruka had always been frigid and driven for as long as she could
remember. Coldly pushing forward, just like her father.
Just like her father. If she had been a boy, her father would have been the most proud father ever
there was. Haruka would be the perfect son. Then kissing Yuki wouldn't have been such...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yuki pulled back from Haruka, still holding Haruka's face in her hands. Her tears had stopped
their torrential reign, and Haruka raised a hand to wipe the moist streams off of the girl's gorgeous
face. Haruka offered the girl a compassionate smile, "This was all really dramatic, wasn't it?"
Yuki giggled at Haruka's words, smiling radiantly, "You're not romantic at all, are you?"
Haruka's face looked suddenly quite serious again, "I'd like to try."
Yuki met Haruka's eyes, deeply staring into them, her heart tightened and ached in her chest.
Haruka pulled the girl into her firm embrace. Yuki relished feeling Haruka's toned muscles tense as
they pressed her to the taller girl's soft bosom. "You're crying again." Haruka spoke.
Yuki held on to Haruka as though she feared her untimely escape. "I love you." the small girl whispered
brokenly. Haruka stiffened in Yuki's desperate embrace as she realised she had never heard those words
spoken to her before. I love you. Three simple words affixing themselves to an even simpler concept; Love.
Haruka was loved.
Haruka broke herself from Yuki's grip and pressed her lips to the petite beauty's. At first, the
kiss was feather light, but deepened as her well-fastened, restrained desire for this young woman
in her arms came undone. Haruka's tongue reached urgently for Yuki's, as her hands slid down to the
small of the girl's back. When Yuki's tongue teasingly, lightly graced the masculine girl's with her own
silky slick warmth, Haruka growled low in her throat. Yuki's breath caught in her chest as her womb
tightened in response to Haruka's ferity.
Yuki wanted nothing more than to be possessed by the strong woman before her. She laid back onto
the bed, pulling Haruka on top of her. Haruka suddenly felt nervous as the realisation of what may
happen struck her. Reading Haruka's face, Yuki pulled the tall girl down close to her and kissed her lips
lightly, well tamed, in deference to Haruka's anxiety. "Pleasedon'tstop. Pleasedon'tstop. Pleasedon'tstop."
Yuki repeated in her head like a prayer.
Haruka settled herself between Yuki's legs, and kissed the girl back. Her tongue tenderly grazed
the raven-haired nymph's lips, then dipped temptingly into her mouth. Yuki moaned as she wrapped her
arms around Haruka's neck, the runner's strong hips pressed into Yuki's in response.
"... a DISGRACE!" Haruka's father growled with fury as he stood in the open doorway. Haruka and
Yuki jumped up and away from each other at an alarming speed. Had they left the door open? Had he opened
it without them realising it? Why was he home so early? Was this really happening? A million thoughts
pounded, then shattered Haruka's mind completely. She sat on the bed staring at her father in utter shock.
"No more Yuki" was all that went through her mind as she father snatched her by the collar and physically
dragged her down stairs. Haruka had thought she heard Yuki yell her name through the sound of her
feet stumbling down the steps and her father's snarls of disdain.
Upon reaching her father's shrine room, he threw Haruka to the ground then stomped across the room
to a large well carved wooden box. After grabbing an item from the box, he stormed his way back over to
Haruka. He grabbed her forcefully by the hair and lifted her to her feet. "Stand in front of the *oshoko!"
He yelled. Standing in front of the altar, he lit the incense. "Bow!" her father spoke through gritted
teeth. Haruka obediently took two steps back and bowed deeply. He then pulled out a string of **nenju and
threw them at Haruka. "PRAY!!" he growled. "Pray for your father's forgiveness!!" Haruka did as her father
instructed; she kneeled before the altar, nenju in hand, and began to pray. Though she decided did not
pray for her father's forgiveness, rather, she contemplated her relationship with Yuki, and wished the
girl's well being through all of this ill fortune.
Her father rattled on and on as she prayed, only occasionally did she catch words and phrases
from his tirade. "You impudent fucking spoiled disgrace of a daughter! How dare you shame your family
and our name!" He paced back and forth, yelling one obscenity after another. Haruka held the nenju
in her hands and prayed, she meditated her father's yelling clear out of her mind, praying over and
over for Yuki's well being.
To be continued...
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Definitions:
Oshoko- oshoko is the offering of incense before buddhist prayer. It is believed that the light of the incense purifies one's body and mind before paying homage to Buddha.
Nenju- buddhist prayer beads.
MORE Author's Notes:
Dundundunnn! Thus the dreaded event which changed Haruka's young life forever is unfolding.
Yeah, her father seems like a prick, doesn't he? Oh well. Business men are like that.
I hope you all enjoyed this long awaited chapter in the series! Hopefully the other won't
take a year or two or three to muse its way out of my brain in the future.
As always, criticisms are welcomed and thoroughly encouraged! Thank you for reading!
Should ya feel the inclination, here's mah email: l0vecat(@)hotmail(dot)com
Yeah, typed out all wonkylike cos fanfiction(dot)net doth friggin' flippin' sucketh rocks.
Much love,
Monikku.