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Post by Sailor Comett on Apr 1, 2005 12:12:39 GMT 10
A Haruka/Michiru fanfic I've been working on for Hamena... this is part 1 (I am still writing part two - I'll post it when I'm done) I don't know how many parts there will be in total though...
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Disclaimer:
As much as I’d like them to – Sailor Moon and all associated characters don’t belong to me and are in fact the ‘property’ of Takeuchi Naoko-san, Toei, Bandai, Kondansha etc etc…
Also this is my first attempt at writing any fan fiction...
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Straightening up, Haruka clenched her fists and aimed another blow. Her opponent yelped as she hit the floor. The dust settled. The girl didn’t get back up. Haruka was named the winner, but she didn’t smile and her eyes showed no joy. She walked away from the chanting crowd without a backward glance and jumped neatly through the open top of her sports car. This didn’t make her happy. It used to, but she began to feel something was missing and she wasn’t quite sure what it was.
Michiru Kaioh watched the blonde girl speed away in her car. People were still chanting and yelling around her, while Haruka’s defeated opponent was being checked over. She was badly battered, but it seemed that she’d live. Michiru sighed. She had followed Haruka’s progress for years, she’d been present at every race, every fight, every drag race, yet she had never seen her look so miserable as she did that day. Haruka was her idol, she would give anything to have the cool confidence the sassy blonde had. Haruka was overt, flirty and people loved her. Michiru looked once more over to where two guys were helping up the beaten girl before heading off in the direction Haruka had sped off in.
Another city – another hotel. Haruka threw her belongings around the room before collapsing on the bed with a programme in her hand.
‘Thursday, June 23rd 2005 – Thursday, June 30th 2005 – Juban, Tokyo.
Tryouts for the annual Juban Battle Extreme. 100 pre-chosen fighters are recalled for one week of fists and fights to determine who goes through to the quarter finals of Battle Extreme.
Starting at 11am – Juban Arena.’
That was Haruka’s next challenge. This year she had received the invite to take part in the tryouts, and she did not intend to lose. This was her year. To Haruka’s educated knowledge, a woman had never won a Battle Extreme tournament. Well, Haruka snorted, she had never taken part before. She discarded the programme on the floor with everything else and spread herself out before falling asleep.
Michiru had an identical programme in her lap and she was also arriving in Juban. She swung her car round, following signs for the nearest hotel. It was dark and she had tomorrow to find Juban Arena. She was in no hurry. The hotel looked old and deserted, Michiru gritted her teeth, it was just for the night. She stepped into the reception and up to the desk where she was greeted by a tired but cheerful woman with a dark red uniform and neat, rather tight looking ponytail.
“I was wondering if I could possibly get a room, just for the night…” Michiru began, in a clipped, polite voice. The receptionist smiled up at her and indicated an open book on the desk.
“Absolutely. Please sign the book…” She turned and unhooked a key from a wall full of keys and hooks. As she was writing, Michiru’s eyes strayed to the name written in the space above her own.
“Tenoh Haruka…” Michiru breathed her idol’s name… Once she had signed her own name and contact details, the receptionist swapped the key for money and jotted down the room number beside Michiru’s neat script.
“Thank you, I hope you enjoy your stay!” Michiru nodded, slightly dazed. Of all the hotels... She glanced down at the number on her key, then made her way up the stairs.
Haruka’s eyes fluttered open. The room was dark and moonlight shone through the dirty window. Her forehead felt hot and clammy. She had been woken by a dream, a dream that she’d had several nights now and she felt that the dream had more than a little to do with her current feeling of loss. In her earlier dreams an aqua-haired woman with a somewhat shadowed face, but bright shining ocean eyes was beckoning her. Lately they had become more intense, and she found herself following the woman, breathing in the smell of the seashore, touching her hair like waves being rolled by the wind. Moving in closely to kiss her… and then she was gone. Replaced by the cold reason of reality. Yet Haruka found herself wanting more of this woman, feeling cheated by her sudden disappearance. It was driving her crazy. She grabbed a pillow and covered her face before letting out a toned down shriek of frustration. Rolling over, Haruka wished for sleep and a chance to make the woman stay in her dream.
The next morning, Haruka, sleepily, wandered down into the breakfast room. The light in there was dull, but Haruka could smell food cooking. Already sat down with a plate of toast and butter and a glass of orange juice was a rather serene looking young woman. She was deeply engrossed in something… a book? Haruka drew her eyes away and advanced upon the breakfast bar where she helped herself to a continental breakfast. She placed herself at a table where she had a good view of the reading woman. Before long, however, the woman looked up, right into her eyes. Haruka felt her heart stop. She stopped chewing and quivered involuntarily under the woman’s gaze. Both she and the woman blushed a little before turning away.
Michiru could barely believe her eyes. She looked tired, yes, but sat opposite her was Haruka Tenoh. Even in this dull light, Michiru could see how incredibly handsome Haruka’s face was, and as she held her gaze, even for that tiny moment, there was an enchanting glint in her dark teal eyes. Michiru felt a familiar wrench in her stomach and she pushed her plate aside. Thinking of her blonde idol always gave her this feeling, and now she was there – sat opposite her…
Haruka was saddened to see the woman stand up and leave, but as she passed, Haruka caught the scent of the sea on the breeze and her eyes widened. She turned, but Michiru was out of sight.
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Post by Chibi Jen on Apr 1, 2005 12:44:15 GMT 10
I dont usually read fan fics, and this is the first one i've read of Haruka and Michiru...and woah  Very well written.... kinda speechless... Your descriptions are so well put together that I can picture it all in my head. I was confused a little at first, cause I thought this was afterwards, not the beginning when Haruka and Michiru just met  nevertheless, its pretty good! Liked how you described Haruka as 'handsome" XD |
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Post by Sailor Comett on Apr 1, 2005 12:47:30 GMT 10
 yay!! Thank you Jen!! I'm so glad you liked it!! I don't write prose usually, because I don't think I'm very good at it (I tend to go on a bit and it becomes boring...) Ahh, I'm happy... So stay tuned for part two!!
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Post by Sailor Comett on Apr 16, 2005 6:39:34 GMT 10
ok, the second installment of Battle Extreme!
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“Goddamn, you would think it would be better sign-posted!” Haruka swore as she swung her car round again before pulling into an almost deserted car park. Stroppily she got out of the car and stared at the building it was joined to. This was where she was supposed to sign up for Battle Extreme… Inside there were few people. All men, apart from a pretty young woman sat behind a desk. The guys looked pretty tough, they were standing talking, bragging mainly, and trying to catch the eye of the receptionist, who was clearly having none of it. One of the guys caught Haruka’s eye though. He wasn’t talking, or bragging, or trying to impress the young woman. He was simply flicking through the same programme that Haruka had clutched in her hand. His short aqua hair caught the sun and, as if he felt Haruka’s gaze, as he looked up, his large blue eyes burned into Haruka’s. He looked exactly like the woman Haruka had seen at breakfast. Returning to herself, Haruka approached the desk and filled in the forms, handing over the blue card that served as her invitation and identification.
Michiru sat curled up in one of the sofas back at the hotel. Through the window she watched the wind playing with the clouds in the sky. The clouds were teased and moved into shapes before being split to let the bright summer sunshine through. Happily Michiru allowed herself to daydream for a while before the sudden appearance of a yellow car in the car park shook her back and she sighed as she watched the familiar lean figure climb out. She assumed Haruka had been out looking for the Juban Arena too. Funny, because she had left before Michiru, and Michiru had been back a good hour. Luckily the Arena wasn’t too far away, Michiru didn’t care for driving.
Haruka threw herself onto a sofa letting her head loll back to rest on the top of the leather sofa. She suddenly realised the room was not as empty as she’d first thought. Sat staring at her, with an amused look on her face was the woman from breakfast, who so resembled the fighter. Haruka sat up and gave her an apologetic look.
“I’m sorry.” She mumbled.
“What for? That’s what they’re here for…” as if to prove a point, Michiru threw her arms out against the back of her sofa. Haruka smiled. She looked like an angel. She looked even better with the sunlight surrounding her, giving her a halo almost around her beautiful glossy hair. The dull light of the breakfast room didn’t do her justice.
“I’m Haruka by the way. Tenoh Haruka.”
“Kaioh Michiru. But… I know you.” Michiru dropped her eyes. “I have been to every fight you’ve taken part in.”
Haruka looked surprised, but then she smiled brightly and her face simply lit up.
“I have a fan? How cool is that!” Michiru giggled and Haruka moved closer to her. “So, why are you here, this isn’t the sort of hotel one expects to see a lady of your class in…”
Now it was Michiru’s turn to be surprised. “And what class is that exactly? I’m here for the same reason as you – the Juban Tournament, I hear you’re entering this year…”
“Yes. I don’t know why, but I want this so much… and one only has to look at you to know you are in a class far above places like this… the way you sit… the tilt of your head… the beautiful curve of your throat…” Haruka became aware that her heart was racing and she had the sudden urge to kiss the beautiful woman sat near her. Michiru watched her, not sure of what she was going to do. Haruka herself wasn’t sure either. She coughed and looked at her hands. Suddenly, another pair of hands covered them. Haruka looked up – right into the deep eyes of Michiru. Michiru released the blonde’s hands and ran her fingers through Haruka’s short fringe before standing up at heading toward the reception. Haruka sat open-mouthed before reality hit her and she took off after Michiru.
“Hey! Wait!” Haruka called to Michiru’s retreating back. The little woman turned round.
“Where… where are you going?”
“I’m checking out – I found another hotel while I was out today” she lowered her voice so the receptionist couldn’t hear “… I don’t like my room here - it’s too dark and pretty dirty.”
Haruka ran her hand through her hair.
“But the tournament is tomorrow… Can’t you stay… just for tonight?”
“The tryouts are tomorrow… if you get through, and lets face it, you will, I’ll have to stay longer…”
“Share my room” Haruka’s hand flew to her mouth, but it was too late – Michiru had heard her. She looked up, surprised, but she smiled softly and her eyes made Haruka feel warm to her very soul.
“I’ll stay here tonight. In my room.”
That evening, however, found Michiru in the room of her blonde idol. Haruka had enticed her up with a bottle of Michiru’s favourite wine and now she was sat neatly on the bed sipping the wine elegantly out of one of the hotel’s wine glasses. Haruka was talking about the looming tournament and Michiru was nodding and gazing at her, but she wasn’t really listening as well as she could have been. Her eyes watched Haruka’s mouth form every word, and took in every gesture her sunkissed hands made. Haruka soon noticed that her audience wasn’t exactly engaged and she scooted onto the bed nearer Michiru, who stiffened.
“I hope I’m not boring you… I just thought… you might be… interes-” Michiru put a finger to Haruka’s lips and leaned in towards her. The wine had distorted her vision slightly and instead of kissing Haruka, Michiru fell forward and landed with her head on Haruka’s chest. Haruka laughed softly and kissed the top of Michiru’s head. They stayed on the bed, Michiru resting against Haruka who held the petite woman in her arms protectively, until Haruka realised Michiru had fallen to sleep. Gently she laid the woman down on the bed and covered her with the thin blanket. She cleared away the glasses and put the wine back to chill before trying to make herself comfortable on the rather shabby sofa. It creaked and Haruka held her breath and looked toward the bed. Michiru stirred and raised her head.
“Haruka?”
“Hai”
“What are you doing over there?” She sat up fully. Her eyes large pools in the dark. “This is your room, you should take the bed! I’ll go back to my-”
“No, stay. Please. I’ll sleep in the bed if you want” Haruka grinned and her eyes sparkled, “but you have to sleep in there too…”
The sun the next morning found the pair curled together in Haruka’s bed, Michiru’s nose nuzzled into Haruka’s throat and Haruka’s arm entwined with Michiru’s. Haruka’s dreams had not been troubled by her Siren that night – because she was lying right next to her.
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Post by Chibi Jen on Apr 17, 2005 20:32:23 GMT 10
 XD (More comments coming soon) |
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Post by Sailor Comett on Apr 17, 2005 21:09:41 GMT 10
 Thank you Jen!! I am still writing this, but I have a couple of pieces of coursework to do first... I can see a few lines that I need to change... My writing is inspired by my two fave H&M fanfic writers - Saun and Kaze Giovanni... Anyway, I'm glad you liked part 2, other comments are very welcome =^^=
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Post by sailorfire on Apr 17, 2005 23:15:43 GMT 10
it is awesome!!! i had always wanted to do something like this! |
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Post by Sailor Comett on Apr 17, 2005 23:24:44 GMT 10
ahh thank you sf, you're too kind I think you should try - this is my first attempt at any fanfiction, really (except 'shoot the sailor' which was really silly and badly written, lol), so if I can do it - everyone can! lol, it's just finding the time to write for pleasure that's a pain in the ass... |
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Post by Sailor Comett on May 10, 2005 5:18:23 GMT 10
Here we go - part 3 is finally done!
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Haruka had offered to drive Michiru to the Juban Stadium to watch the tryouts, and Michiru graciously accepted the ride. It was very early, and her eyes still bore a sleepy haze. She sat beside Haruka in the blonde’s convertible and stifled a small yawn. She was actually enjoying the ride, listening to the soft music, hearing Haruka swear quietly to herself as she made the same mistakes she did the day before and watching the sun begin to give the cold sky a warm glow. Michiru smiled and let her head rest on the back of the leather seat. It seemed all too soon when Haruka turned the key in the ignition and the only sound that was heard was a slight purring from the yellow car. Haruka glanced over at Michiru who appeared to have fallen asleep. One blue eye opened slightly and regarded Haruka from under its lashes.
“Come on, sleepyhead” Haruka chided softly. Michiru gave a soft mewl of displeasure as she unhooked her seatbelt and climbed gracefully out of the car. Haruka clicked the locks and put her arm around Michiru's shoulders, escorting her into the building. The same receptionist sat behind the desk and, after checking Haruka’s registration card ticked her name off a list sat in front of her. There seemed to Haruka to be a lot of names on that list, but none she recognised. Wait, did that say 'Kaioh'? Haruka wondered to herself. Before she could get a good look, the paper was whisked away. Her eyes rested instead upon Michiru, who was sat on one of the rather shabby seats, legs crossed, hands in her lap, trying to avoid the lecherous stares of the other competitors. Haruka snorted in disdain and went to sit beside her. Michiru gave her a grateful smile and Haruka saw her muscles relax a little. For some reason this made her smile, she liked that Michiru felt so comfortable with her. A short woman in a black suit was making her way through the room, stopping at each fighter. When she finally got to Haruka she peered over her half moon spectacles.
“Name?” She barked.
“Tenoh Haruka” the blonde replied. After rifling through a handful of papers, the woman handed Haruka a pack.
“You'll need to hold on to this. It includes all the scheduling for the day, and you'll need to hand in the medical form at the desk before you go anywhere. Is your girlfriend going to be at the arena-side too?” The woman continued in her clipped tone. A blush spread over both Haruka and Michiru's features, however, Michiru spoke before Haruka coukd stop her.
“Of course” she declared, not daring to look at Haruka. The woman thought for a moment.
“You'd better fill one of these out too then...” She handed Michiru an identical medical form to the one Haruka had just been looking at.
“But I'm not Haruka’s....”Michiru began, but the short woman had already clopped off on her little back heels.
Michiru turned to Haruka, who was still flushed. She resisted the temptation to tease the blonde, that would be cruel. Instead she produced a pen, seemingly from thin air.
“Come along Haruka, this shouldn't take long... One, 'Blood Type'... Two, 'Do you carry a Donor Card?'... oh dear...”
After they had handed in their medical forms, the pair were allowed inside the actual arena. Haruka gasped in amazement. It was enormous. Michiru took a sidestep closer to Haruka and put her hand on her arm. You could easily have got five, maybe six full sized football pitches in there, with room to spare. Men in grey overalls were finishing off the markings on there floor and bickering about whether the lines were straight or not. Haruka glanced at her watch. They had half an hour.
In Michiru's heart the thirty minutes flew by. She looked up with a start when the sound of static filled her ears, followed by the sound of the short woman making an announcement for the set one fighters to make their way to the arena to their designated areas. According to Haruka's papers she should be at area eleven. Haruka strode over in her usual confident stride, while Michiru followed, dread filling her. These weren't just street fights, this was the world-famous Battle Extreme. People died in this tournament. As they approached the large rectangle marked '11', Michiru noticed the guy who muct be Haruka's first opponent. To get through to the next round, two days away, Haruka needed to win five of her six fights. Michiru's sweet face had fallen at the thought of Haruka having to fight so many times in one day. She had looked so desperate that Haruka had very nearly called the whole thing off. But of course she hadn't. No one was going to take this from her. Especially not this punk staring right at her. Haruka briefly sized up her first opponent. He wasn't as tall as her, but he was stocky, well built. Her eyes strayed to the sillicon enhanced, peroxide blonde fawning over him. She rolled her eyes. The first claxon sounded. Haruka and the stocky guy began to step into the arena. Before Haruka's foot crossed the taped line, Michiru ran forward and hugged her tightly around the waist. She kissed her lightly on the cheek, before apologising and backing off. Haruka stared, shocked, but surprised mainly by the tears that threatened to fall down Michiru's silky cheeks. She shook herself and squared up to the guy. They shook hands.
“Akamatsu Keita.”
“Tenoh Haruka.”
The second claxon sounded, and they bowed briefly. Haruka rocked back on her foot and raised her fists. Keita was heading right for her. She grabbed his hand with one of her own, before delivering a swift punch to the stomach with her free hand. She released him, throwing him backwards before rushing forward to attack. She didn't concentrate on her moves too much, they came as naturally as breathing and her reflexes were lightning fast. Before she knew it, she had his thick neck in the crook of her arm and was slowly squeezing the breath out of him, effortlessly avoiding his wildly flailing arms. His bimbo girlfriend was screaming to the side, and Haruka, for the first time, wondered how this looked to Michiru. She was slowly killing this man and she would succeed if she didn't release him... but she would release him, and she hoped Michiru realised that. She allowed her head to glance sideways at Michiru. Mistake. One of Keita's arms hit the back of her head, by pure luck, but it surprised her and she fell forward. The man seized his chance and, wheezing terribly, pounced onto her back. His full weight was too much, even for Haruka and she cried out in pain. He used his advantage, twisting her arm around her back. Haruka cried out again. Keita put his red, sweating face next to Haruka's, and chuckled.
“Gotcha”. He was thoroughly enjoying his revenge. He pushed her arm further, making Haruka wince and yelp. Blinded by rage, Haruka tried to thrash and throw him off, but it only made her arm hurt more. She was pretty sure it was broken. And this was just her first fight. Even if she lost this, she would still have to fight her next one. It was all over if she lost that one though. Desperate, she used the only thing she could still move. Her mouth. Revelling in the pain he was causing her, Keita had kept his face next to Haruka's so he could watch her expression. Suddenly he jerked back, shocked at the unexpected pain searing across his wet face. Finally free, Haruka got to her feet, her eyes flaming in anger. She snarled and spat the piece of cheek she had ripped from Keita's face. Before she could really lay into him, he backed out of the area, his thick hand trying to stop the flow of blood. Haruka had won. She sighed and wiped her mouth as she turned to sit down on the bench. She felt sick. All she could see was Michiru's face. The woman's oceanic eyes were wide with terror and her cheeks were wet. She shrank back as Haruka approached her and twisted her head away when the blonde went to wipe away her tears.
“Michiru....?” The aqua haired girl wouldn't look at her. Haruka realised that the smaller woman was scared. Never in her history had she fought like that. She raised the back of her hand to her mouth. It came away covered in blood. Within seconds her anger melted and she knelt in front of Michiru. “Oh Michiru, I'm sorry. I knew it was a bad idea you coming to watch... but he'll be ok.... I had to do it, he was going to snap my arm right off! Please don't be afraid of me Michiru, I couldn't live with myself.” Haruka bit her tongue. What was she saying? Until only a couple of days ago she didn't even know this woman existed – so why did she care if she was frightened? Yet, looking into her sweet face, her eyes still sparkling with tears and her lower lip trembling, Haruka felt helpless. Again, the thought of quitting crossed her mind. No. No way.
“Please, Michiru, talk to me...”
“Gomen, Haruka.” Michiru choked out before standing up and running for the exit.
“Michiru... Michiru!” Haruka desperately wanted to run after her – but the rules forbade competitors from leaving the arena during the try-outs. Haruka had another four fights ahead of her, at least.
“Michiru....” she breathed, sadly.
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Post by Sailor Comett on May 10, 2005 9:23:21 GMT 10
Here, since I've already written it, is some more... I didn't want to leave u with the impression that I'd turned my beloved Haruka into some violent monster...
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Michiru walked back to the hotel alone. The wind caressed her face and dried her tear-streaked cheeks. She didn't understand how the woman she'd shared a bed with last night, the woman who'd kissed her so gently and held her so warmly could be so brutal. She had seen Haruka fighting before for years, but then it had only been street and fist fighting and she'd never been so vicious towards her opponent. She'd shown mercy when they asked for it... but then... the sound of Haruka's shrieks of pain still rang in Michiru's ears. She really did have no other choice. Michiru's mind skipped to how Haruka had been choking the guy, she'd seen the colour his face had gone and Michiru had wondered how long Haruka was going to keep it up. Surely she wouldn't have choked him to death? She certainly didn't want to believe it at any rate.
She pushed the door to her room open and flicked on the switch. Nothing.
“Nani?” Her eyes turned up to the main ceiling light as she flicked again. The room remained dark. Michiru sighed and opened the french doors that lead onto the balcony. For such a crummy hotel, they had tried to give it some class at least – although the balcony itself didn't look like it was capable of supporting more than one person. Daylight flooded into her room as she pulled back the thick, dusty curtains. It was still before noon. She had time to pack and leave before Haruka got back... Haruka... she wondered how the try-outs were going. Her heart wrenched – she'd left her alone and in pain... She paused, her suitcase open on the bed. She had a choice – one path led her back to Haruka – the other led back home and to the rest of her life alone. But... that look in Haruka's eyes... Michiru shuddered. She never wanted to see that again. Crying out in frustration, she threw herself onto the bed. She'd never felt so confused. She wanted an answer, she wanted to do what was right. She wanted Haruka.
Once the medical assistants had seen to Haruka's arm, she was back in area eleven. It wasn't broken, but it had been a near miss. It hurt to move it or touch it, even after they had bound it up for her. Not that she intended on allowing her opponents get that close again. By 4pm, Haruka had fought four of her six fights, and she had won them all. She'd taken no chances, her teal eyes not leaving her opponents for a second. Her kicks were strong and true and her good arm was making perfect punches. She'd even managed a few throws without the use of her right arm at all. She squared up to her fifth opponent. If she won this match, she was through. Ten minutes later, the guy crashed down to the ground. Unable to move, he'd given in. Tenoh Haruka was through to the quarter finals. So why wasn't she happy? She was congratulated by spectators as she left the arena for the main building, but she wasn't looking where she was going and she walked right into the open arms of Kaioh Michiru.
“Congratulations, Haruka.”
“Michiru! You came back!”
“Of course I did – Haruka I'm so sorry, I should never-” Michiru's words were stopped by Haruka's finger brushing against her soft lips. She soon replaced her finger with her own lips and with her left arm, drew Michiru into her. After what seemed like an eternity, Haruka kissed the top of Michiru's head and squeezed her lovingly.
“It's ok Michiru, I'm ok.” Haruka soothed. Michiru purred happily, snuggling closer into Haruka, revelling in the warmth and safety of the taller woman's body. Haruka reached into her jacket pocket and produced her car keys.
“This could be a problem...” She murmered into Michiru's hair.
It took them a while to get back to the hotel. A brief argument had ensued over who should drive home. Haruka refused to let someone else drive her car. Michiru simply pointed out that it was dangerous for Haruka to drive with only one good arm, and if either of them was likely to crash and write off the car, it would be Haruka. The blonde had pouted for a while – but it was true, so she had allowed Michiru to step in behind the wheel. Once back, Michiru escorted Haruka to her room.
“Lets go out for dinner tonight. I'm sure there's somewhere nice around here...” Michiru suggested. Haruka agreed.
“Hai – but I need a shower first...” she wrinkled up her nose, looking so adorable that Michiru didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
“You get cleaned up. I shall be back at around 7 o clock.” Michiru smiled before walking towards her own room.
“Hai...”
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Post by Chibi Jen on May 16, 2005 20:46:57 GMT 10
hmm.. very descriptive stuff.. you sure did an excellent job making their relationship very intimate ^^; While I was reading your fic, it felt somewhat strange to know they're both girls.. I dont have anything against homosexuals, just that Ive never read a fic about those type of relationships before. Although Haruka's character is somewhat masucline described in the fic, she's still rather gentle and feminine. This seemed quite dangerous to say XD She has guts... lol..this was kinda cute.. XD Cause u occasionally see Haruka blush in the anime as well. O_____O I must have missed something XD I didnt know Battle Extreme was some fighting thing *sweatdrop* I thought it was her usual racing tournaments she participated in ^^;; I must have not read close enough XD No worries! Trust me.. we all know Haruka was the innocent one, and only did it for survival.. I liked how it turned out..kinda sweet to see Michiru turn up again to Haruka ^____^ I also liked this part: Great job! Im curious.. are they still Sailor Senshis? Or is that totally irrelevant in this fan fic? |
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Post by Sailor Comett on May 16, 2005 21:54:51 GMT 10
Thanks Chibi Jen! I'm glad you're enjoying it! I'm still writing, it's taking a while, but I have more free time now. lol it seems pretty normal to me because I read a lot of them. I read fics on hamena.org all the time, and I keep going back to the fics that Saun writes on destinedcouple.com - Saun is excellent, they are beautiful pieces. I didn't write it with them being Senshi in mind, so I guess not. Again, I read so many and sometimes they are and sometimes not - so I guess I just wrote them into a completely different life.
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Post by Chibi Jen on May 16, 2005 22:06:22 GMT 10
I didn't write it with them being Senshi in mind, so I guess not. Again, I read so many and sometimes they are and sometimes not - so I guess I just wrote them into a completely different life. Oh damn XD I was waiting for the moment she would take out her transformation tool and yell out "Uranus Planet Power- Make up!" XD teehee..  XD erhmmm...yerrrrr... |
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Post by The Goodess of Destruction on Aug 18, 2006 6:06:31 GMT 10
mmmm i liket. and haruka for my personal opinion act diferent.
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Thank you Jen!! 
XD erhmmm...yerrrrr...
