Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Watashi No Mono Itsumo ❯ Haruka... ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Bishojo Senshi Sera Muun and all other forms of this wonderful anime do not belong to me. They belong to Naoko Takeuchi, Kodansha, and Toei Animation. Not a teenage girl with too much time on her hands, that should be doing her summer reading, aka English homework.

 

A/N: Take a second or two, and review! Eh… Now that that's over with, enjoy the story. Also things from the episodes pop up, sorry, my memory fails me sometimes, so if you want it completely and utterly correct, go watch the anime. Also, I'm relying on the Japanese version, so yeah…

 

Michiru sat on her bed very frustrated. Pictures of Haruka filled her mind. The more she read the more attracted she felt. She couldn't help it. If only Haruka had been boring, then she wouldn't have this feeling. They could fight together as Sailor Senshi, but there wouldn't be this feeling… She didn't know what she was thinking. It was highly unlikely Haruka would give up her dreams to become a Sailor Senshi, after all, Michiru didn't want to either.

Haruka was like her, distant from others. Even around others, she seemed lonely. Michiru sighed. Haruka was so attractive! She believed, at least in her heart, that if they were together they wouldn't be lonely again.

Michiru sighed. She knew since she was little that she was fated to be with someone. What she hadn't known was that this person was Ten'nou Haruka, not to mention female. For the first time she was almost ok with her parents being gone. She wouldn't want to disappoint them.

The phone rang. Michiru leaned over and picked it up. “Moshi moshi?”

“Michiru, do you want to watch me run today? I get to race against Ten'nou Haruka, and want you to be there,” said Elza

“All right. Once you've won, could you introduce me to her?” asked Michiru, though she doubted Elza would win.

“Okay, Come to the track. I'll see you after the race.”

“Ja ne,” said Michiru. She hung up and headed towards the track. She grabbed her sketchpad as an afterthought.

She took a seat near the front and watched as the runners did their stretches. She watched as Haruka almost lazily did the stretches. Michiru frowned. Haruka wasn't trying at all. She watched amazed as Haruka managed to win the race without even trying. She went down to where Elza and Haruka were standing.

"This is Michiru Kaioh. She is extremely intelligent and a brilliant painter. She really wants to meet you," said Elza.

"You didn't break a sweat. I think you were holding back. Right?" asked Michiru coyly.

"What do you mean?" asked Haruka almost scowling.

"You can hear the wind rustling, can't you?" asked Michiru quietly.

"You're strange. So, what do you want of me?" asked Haruka. Michiru frowned slightly upset.

"Would you be a model for my painting?" asked Michiru clutching her sketchpad nervously.

"Pass! I don't like that kind of thing,” said Haruka walking off.

Michiru bit her lip and looked down at the ground. She trembled slightly. She knew that Haruka would be resistant, but turning down being a model for her painting was even more painful, it was if Haruka was rejecting her. She sighed. She knew that wasn't true. Haruka just didn't want to take part in that horrible fate.

“That's terrible of her,” said Elza flustered.

“No, it's okay. It's my fault,” said Michiru quietly.

“Don't say that! She flirts with girls all the time. I really don't know what's the matter, maybe an off day or something,” said Elza.

“But Elza, it's nothing like that I just—“ Michiru stopped, realizing there was no way to explain it, and part of it was that. She did like Haruka.

“You just what?” asked Elza.

Michiru shifted uncomfortably. “Maybe I do like her. Do you think I'm awful?”

“Of course not! Everyone likes Haruka, the girls do anyway. Our school even has a fan club for her. She's got this charm you can't resist, even if she was awful to you today,” said Elza.

Michiru blushed then straightened, feeling the ocean's turmoil. “I have to go. I'll see you later.”

“Ja ne,” said Elza.

Michiru went off to battle.

 

***

 

Michiru lay down on her bed, sore from the battle earlier that day. She winced slightly. The phone rang.

“Moshi Moshi?” she asked tiredly.

“Kaiou Michiru? May I intrude upon you to play during a cruise? We're doing this for the junior racers of Japan, their families, and fans. I assure you it's a worthy cause.”

“I'd be delighted!” said Michiru smiling. She made the necessary arrangements then lay back to rest.

“Is what I'm doing wrong?” she wondered to herself. Her father had been Christian, and though her mother was Shinto she still didn't agree with that sort of thing. Her father made it seem evil and sinful. Her mother believed doseiaisha people were somehow not right in the head, almost mental. It was all right in minor forms, crushes in high school and the like, but Michiru knew it was deeper than that.

She could feel it in her heart that Haruka was the one. She was afraid of hell though. Her father had instilled that fear. She sighed, and decided she would think about it later, when her body wasn't protesting for sleep so violently.

 

***

 

Michiru looked around for the perfect outfit. She smiled. The white dress would do. White, for purity, with puffy sleeves to make her look like a princess, a red rose at the bodice for a splash of color and to lead the eye, tied around the middle to accent her waist. Yes, this dress would certainly work. She grabbed it out of the closet and headed to the bathroom.

She put on the dress, checked herself over then put on a pearl necklace. She put on a light shade of lipstick and put on a tiny bit of make-up. She brushed her hair once more before putting on her shoes and grabbing her Stradivarius*, her favorite and most expensive violin.

She got in the cab and waited to arrive at the boat dock. When she got there she was greeted by lots of high class businessmen.

“I absolutely can't wait to hear your performance, Kaiou-san.”

“Indeed, I'm glad I will be hearing such wonderful music Kaiou-san.”

“Arigato,” said Michiru smiling.

“There you are, come along then,” said an elderly gentleman. He led her onto the ship and to the dining area.

Michiru sat down and was immediately surrounded by fans. She chatted idly for a while, not interested in what they had to say. She had more important things to do. She had to continue her mission.

“Welcome, this evening, the lovely Kaiou Michiru will be playing for us.”

Michiru stood, walked onto the stage, inclined her head slightly and began to play. She played a familiar melody that flowed effortlessly allowing her to such the crowd.

“Isn't she amazing? I bet she's very popular at her school.”

“Actually, she is beautiful and a great violinist but she doesn't have any friends. I don't think she likes people.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Michiru's heart darkened. She hated it when people said things like that. She didn't let it bother her though. She noticed Haruka. She watched her intently. Haruka stood and left.

Michiru felt anxious, but finished the song, bowed and stepped of the stage. She went through another door planning to surprise Haruka. Instead, she found Haruka standing on the landing looking at one of her paintings. She sat on the landing below her and waited.

She looked at the painting and recalled the awful feeling that came with it. It was a terrifying scene of the world being destroyed by a tall black wall of silence. Of evil. She shook it off.

Then she spoke up. "You are more than welcome here, genius racer Haruka Ten'nou!"

Haruka smiled. "You know a lot about me, don't you? . . . Did you paint this?"

"You're famous, aren't you? In my school, there's lots of your fandom. One of them wants to ride along the coastline with you in your car . . . even though she's a girl!" Michiru said flirtatiously. She flipped her hair.

"The end of the world . . . How can a pretty girl who won't hurt a fly paint such a horrible imaginary painting?" asked Haruka.

"It is not imaginary! I can see it clearly! As can you!" exclaimed Michiru.

"Ridiculous! I am Japan's first ever junior racer, Haruka Ten'nou! Neither the memory of my previous life nor the end of the world is my business! If it has to be done, why don't you do it? I don't want you snooping around me anymore!" shouted Haruka angrily.

"Stop talking that way! I don't want to do it either! I have a dream to be a violinist! I just can't keep on doing stupid things like saving the world from ruins!" said Michiru trying to make Haruka see how stupid she sounded.

They stared at each other for a long moment.

Haruka glared and walked off.

Michiru sighed and curled up into the corner. She hadn't meant to sound so cruel. She stood and went back to performing.

 

*There are only a few of these in existence. Michiru has one in the manga… just to let you know how rich she is, those things cost approximately $2 million dollars. Yes, you read that right, $2,000,000. O.O No idea what kind she plays in the anime, so I relied on the manga.