A/N - Whoops, forgot to add this in when I first posted. I do not own Sailor Moon! All I own is this mug of coffee, and even that was a gift from someone. Anyway, since I discovered some time on my hands recently, I thought I would do a little writing for a fandom I love. Please enjoy, and review if you like (:
Mirage
Everything was…blurry. Or fuzzy. Or maybe hazy. Ooh, hazy was a good one.
Yeah, hazy.
Heyyyzeee.
Yeah.
And everything looked like it was sideways. That was so cool. She'd definitely have to ask if they could keep it that way.
But maybe not have everything spin so much. She was getting dizzy...maybe she was going to pass ou-
Everything was…bright. Too bright. Seriously, was the sun closer? Ugh, Ami hadn't taken them all to Mercury again, had she? It was always so cold there. Wait, was it the Silver Millennium? That was this lifetime, right? Ugh, why was it so hard to think?
Maybe this was Heaven. That was supposed to be bright and stuff, right? Oww…but her head was pounding. Could you feel pain in Heaven? Wait, could Sailor Senshi even go to Heaven? Weren't they, like, immortal or something? Ugh, why was it so hard to think?
No…this couldn't be Heaven. She didn't remember dying (and she knew a thing or two or dying). Besides, if she died, Michiru would kill her. Ooh, maybe she was having a near-death experience. That would explain all the pounding in her head, and the really weird taste in her mouth. And the bright lights. Yeah. That sounded logical.
Wait, the light was changing. Well, not changing, but there was something shimmering. A greeny-blue blur was appearing. And a delicate floral scent wafting towards her. Mmmmm.
"…uka….been….inking?"
Was the blur making those noises? It seemed to be moving closer to her, the scent was filling her nostrils.
"…ruka, I sai…een drinki...?"
It was definitely the blur making those dulcet tones. And that scent…god, it smelled so good. Nothing on Earth could smell like that. Or sound like that. The notes that voice were making were heavenly. She definitely knew what this mirage was.
Right, that settled it.
"Are you…an angel?"
The blur made a musical sound, like it was laughing. It was perfect. A warm hand caressed her cheek and everything started to fade away…
Michiru crept through the darkened house, trying to find her partner. She had been away from home for the past week on a concert tour, and her last phone call from Setsuna suggested that Haruka was missing her greatly.
She's wandering around the house like a little lost lamb, Michiru. I'd be teasing her immensely if I didn't feel so sorry for her.
The violinist stepped into the living room and turned the lights on. There, sprawled out across the sofa, half-empty bottle of whiskey on the floor next to her was her tow-haired lover. Her heart went out to her. Despite her playboy façade and reputation for living life in the fast lane, metaphorically and literally speaking, Haruka was not one for drinking. She always liked to remain in control with her wits about her, and the fact she had been drinking suggested that their separation had been especially hard on her.
She knelt on the floor next to her. "Haruka, have you been drinking?"
Said blonde slowly blinked and shifted her head so she fully faced Michiru, but didn't respond.
She tried again. "Haruka, I said have you been drinking?"
This got a better response. Haruka stirred slightly and looked like she was trying to focus on her.
"Are you…an angel?"
Michiru laughed, she couldn't help it. She raised a hand to her lover's face and gently stroked her cheek. Haruka closed her eyes and slipped into sleep. God, she was perfect.