I wrote this a while back, maybe last Christmas, and I am just now putting
it up on FF. So, there.
Scale- The Artful Sailor Neptune.
A/N: This is my 2nd Haruka pov fic. There!
I can see the pure crystal blue of her young eyes are not as pure as they shine to be. I know she's beautiful. I know she's majestic. But she's also deceitful, and I now have no wish to be with her.
I know that if I were to pull that tender body close, she would kiss me. And I know that if I were to take make a woman out of her purity, she would let me. She would let me be with her intimately, and take her into the night. She would tell me she loved me, and tell me she wanted to be with me and only me, beneath me, while I cried out and poured my soul into her. She would whisper these desires to me, knowing I wanted them just as bad.
And I would happily oblige. I would bend over backwards for her. I would drop everything and anything, because she said she wanted me. And only me.
But I know the truth. I know that after I love her, she'll go back to her master, her friend, her fiancé, her husband.
She would tell him she never loved me. And that she acted out of lust, not love. And my heart would shatter.
I know that if I were to pick Usagi, that all of this would happen. But I won't. I loved Usagi, I love her still, but I won't give myself to her. So I choose Michiru. Whose innocence and pleasant purpose is not only visible by eye, but by her heart.
I know that I have made the right decision, but whenever I see that blonde hair and childlike guise that glints in those eyes, my heart turns. Michiru is down, and she is up in the scale that is my heart.
But then I think, would Michiru ever do this horrible thing that my heart does to her, to me? No, I tell myself, she would never. But Usagi?
How do I know that this very same scale is not weighing Mamoru and myself?
So, one again, the scale goes up, to bring down the less worthy and bring up the unsurpassed.
I'm sorry it's like this, Michiru. But know that no matter who steps on the scale, you'll always rise to the top.
- Fin -
Scale- The Artful Sailor Neptune.
A/N: This is my 2nd Haruka pov fic. There!
I can see the pure crystal blue of her young eyes are not as pure as they shine to be. I know she's beautiful. I know she's majestic. But she's also deceitful, and I now have no wish to be with her.
I know that if I were to pull that tender body close, she would kiss me. And I know that if I were to take make a woman out of her purity, she would let me. She would let me be with her intimately, and take her into the night. She would tell me she loved me, and tell me she wanted to be with me and only me, beneath me, while I cried out and poured my soul into her. She would whisper these desires to me, knowing I wanted them just as bad.
And I would happily oblige. I would bend over backwards for her. I would drop everything and anything, because she said she wanted me. And only me.
But I know the truth. I know that after I love her, she'll go back to her master, her friend, her fiancé, her husband.
She would tell him she never loved me. And that she acted out of lust, not love. And my heart would shatter.
I know that if I were to pick Usagi, that all of this would happen. But I won't. I loved Usagi, I love her still, but I won't give myself to her. So I choose Michiru. Whose innocence and pleasant purpose is not only visible by eye, but by her heart.
I know that I have made the right decision, but whenever I see that blonde hair and childlike guise that glints in those eyes, my heart turns. Michiru is down, and she is up in the scale that is my heart.
But then I think, would Michiru ever do this horrible thing that my heart does to her, to me? No, I tell myself, she would never. But Usagi?
How do I know that this very same scale is not weighing Mamoru and myself?
So, one again, the scale goes up, to bring down the less worthy and bring up the unsurpassed.
I'm sorry it's like this, Michiru. But know that no matter who steps on the scale, you'll always rise to the top.
- Fin -