A/N from VR - All I did was slightly beta this... this is 100 percent impersonal's story, and for some odd reason she wrote it for my smexxi ass. I loved it and she wouldn't post it, so with her permission I am. Enjoy her (hard) work.
A/N : For Vanessa Riverton, because I have no idea how else to tell the world how much she deserves everything good in the world.
Disclaimer : I own nothing but the plot. I don't own Sailormoon, neither do i own the name 'Violet Hill by ColdPlay' (I bloody love that song!). The whole story is fictitious and I'm not getting any money for it. Any relevance to actual living persons or events is entirely coincidental. Thanks to Kaze no Tsurugi for idea inputs, and VR for patiently waiting for me to read this. This story has nothing to do with gottoluvanime's Blue. The only essence of it being similar is that Michiru is blind. I stressed I did not copy. If anything, I was only inspired by it because it so well written.
Rainbow
A rainbow;
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet.
Kino Makoto stuck her hands into her brown cotton jacket as looked up to the sky on a hot summer's day in London; she stood on the pale gray pavement beside a road.
That's a rare sight.
Rainbows are never common, anywhere in the world. And at the end of the rainbow, is a pot of gold that would make the finder rich. It's funny isn't it? Funny, what fairytales do to adults. Some would find the pot of gold as if their whole life depends on it, some would just ignore even the sight of the rainbow and continue their busy lives.
City dwellers are always like the latter… going on with their fast pace life, not even stopping to see anyone needs help or not.
Sometimes, Makoto thinks almost all Londoners are akin to being blind. Or in general, all city dwellers are akin to being blind; they couldn't see the bad effects of the hectic lifestyles, the constant rising cost of living, those lost people from the countryside; they wouldn't stop to help or take notice of those in need. They just go on their lives…their busy, selfish, high costing life. They go on…and leave the country, leaving uneducated folks like Makoto behind.
Alright, alright, it's not like Makoto is really an English native.
Makoto came here from a village in Japan, hoping to find a better life. She couldn't possibly let herself stay stuck in the village that lay on the outskirts in Japan and let her family forever suffer poverty in the village.
She tried making it big in Tokyo, but because of her village's politics (she tried to prevent the authorities from destroying the village and changing it into some commercialized tourist resort) she offended a certain politician in Tokyo who had underground Yakuza links in Tokyo. No less than a day she had been in Tokyo and they harassed her till she had no choice.
London wasn't a choice, just a destination she arrived to when she stow away aboard a cargo ship at random at the Tokyo Bay while trying to hide from the Yakuza. And so she arrived in London a stowaway, a penniless and fresh person, one year ago.
A storm must have just passed by if there was a rainbow now.
Maybe whatever divine power up there is telling the story of her life… telling her that the rainbow in her life would come someday, once the storm ends. But all her life had been stormy, occasionally it only stopped raining, occasionally there were sunshine and warmth coming from her missed family in Japan.
But never a rainbow. Never pots of gold. Never-
Makoto felt a gentle push from behind, followed by a gasp and then "Ex-excuse me, but could you call a cab f-for me?"
Makoto turned her head to look at the source of the shaky voice and lost her tongue.
"I'm s-sorry to bother you…" the shaky voice said again and trailed off, as the woman with aqua hair hugged herself tighter and shivered on the spot.
Makoto blinked again. Was she dreaming?
There stood a fallen angel.
Soaked to her creamy white skin and shivering in front of her, wearing white summer's dress with fabric looked so thin that it must have been useless against the rain just now. Her long aqua hair was soaked and hung down her shoulders. Her deep blue eyes stared right ahead at Makoto's. The wet white summer dress hugged the woman's body so tightly that Makoto could see every detail, and even the colour of her flesh beneath-
Makoto! You fucking pervert!
"S-sorry…" and the woman turned her head but oddly, her eyes remained fixed on the same level they simply just turned in direction, and the woman took a step forward.
"No! No, I mean yes! Hold on!" Makoto reached out and grabbed the woman's arm gently to stop her and then let go, as Makoto went to the edge of the pavement and flagged her arm profusely for a cab.
"T-thank you…you are kind" the aqua haired woman said as she hugged herself tighter.
Makoto looked at the woman with a forlorn expression as she continued her frantic waving of a London cab.
Damn these London cabs! They're so bloody expensive and never here when you need them. "You have to thank the rainbow; if not for it I wouldn't have been standing there and you wouldn't have banged into me."
"Rainbow?"
Oddly, Makoto noticed the woman had her eyes fixed ahead, but not on Makoto, like just now, as she turned to speak to her.
"Yeah, rainbow, I was looking at it."
"What's a rainbow?"
Makoto gave a puzzled look at the woman. Had she never heard of fairytales? Rainbows are in all of them. Or perhaps she never saw one before. How odd, are city dwellers really that 'noobish' to nature? It's a rainbow for goodness sake!
"How can you not know what a-"
A London cab pulled over to Makoto's position; Makoto stepped away from the edge of the pavement and waited. Then it waited half a minute more for the aqua haired woman to move. But she didn't seem to even notice the cab is there waiting.
Finally, the cab driver honked.
"Oh, the cab is here?" the woman inquired.
"Can't you see it?" Makoto replied in nothing but confusion.
The woman merely smiled as she unfold her arms from around herself and stretched it out in front of her, as she stepped cautiously forward while her arms begin moving as if to feel for anything blocking her path… or to guide her path.
She's blind, Makoto realized after a moment of contemplating.
"Oh shit! I'm sorry I'm really sorry I didn't know…"
The woman remained smiling as Makoto quickly went beside her and held her arm. Slowly, Makoto led her to the cab, opened the door and helped her in.
"Thank you so much, k-ind s-stranger" the woman's voice shivered along with her body as the cold air of the cab reached her.
Makoto instinctively took out her jacket and quickly handed it to the woman. "Use it, you can return me some other day-"
"I'm sorry, but do you know where you want to go?" the cab driver said, sounding a little irritated at the delay of time.
"Dukes Hotel please-" the woman said as she looked front into the distance.
"Okay, we're off."
Makoto shook her head as she said nothing more but just closed the taxi door, letting the taxi drive off. The aqua haired woman didn't even look back - Oh wait, she can't see anything even if she does. Makoto laughed a bit as she looked up to the sky again. The rainbow was still there.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet.
At least today wasn't so bad; she got to help such a pretty blind lady. She gave her jacket to her too and-
Wait.
"OH SHIT!"
Makoto's wallet is there.
Makoto blinked, the rainbow was now gone.
Luck doesn't last forever, does it?