This was the beginning of a role-play, but I thought it could stand on its own as a drabble of some sorts. =] I loved the way it turned out. Hopefully, you will, too.

'Today would be a wonderful day for a beach stroll,' she thought when she awoke that morning. Taking a vacation was a brilliant idea. She sighed contently after stretching and went to her suitcase on the other side of the bed.

"Now, what should I wear today?" she mused while unzipping the zipper of her luggage. Quickly picking out a white sundress and a matching hat, she checked the time. 8:26 turned 8:27AM. Perfect.

She began her daily routine of getting ready. A quick shower for that clean feeling, a little blush here and a smudge of foundation there for basics, a bit of mascara and just a dash of her favorite teal eye-shadow so her eyes wouldn't only be looking at beauty.

She towel-dried her silky-smooth, medium hair until wet became damp and damp became dry, and brushed it til it shone. One hundred for each side, no more, no less. Hair is a woman's glory, after all, and her hair was uniquely her own, so it always got special attention. It wasn't only from her, but others who would stop and stare at her.

She checked the clock again. 8:48PM. Only 21 minutes. She was getting better.

After making sure the bed was made, she put on her most comfortable shoes, scanned the room one last time, took her small purse with her communicator, passkey, and wallet inside and left. On the way out, she was stopped by an acquaintance.

"Good day, Miss. Michiru," said a bellboy who stops and tips his hat at her. "Where are you off to?"

"I'm just going out for a stroll down by the beach, Jun-san," replied she, "It seems like the perfect day for one."

"I agree," he nodded. "Too bad I can't go; I have a job to do. Good day." Jun-san bowed his head slightly and went off the direction Michiru had come. Michiru returned the gesture and exited the hotel, taking her sweet time reaching the place where the waves just barely touched her feet.

She breathed in the fresh sea air that was lovingly embracing her body, practically begging her to take a dip in the water and merge with its essence, and smiled.

"I know," she whispers, "You and I are one and the same. I wish a part of you could take the form of a person, so I can have someone to love, too."

And so, Michiru Kaioh's beach stroll began.

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