A/N: Hello, (: this is my first story. I didn't spend too much time on it.. But I hope it's interesting?? Haha R&R, por favor!
Disclaimer: I own none of Sailor Moon. There are a few characters here that I have created so yes, they are mine.
The sun peeked through the lovely sea-blue curtains of their apartment. Haruka groaned, burying her head into her pillow. She glanced through heavy-lidded eyes to the table stand next to the bed.
'Eight twenty-two,' she drowsily thought.
She turned onto her back, blinking at the ceiling a few times before looking to her right where a mass of wavy aquamarine hair was sprawled around a pillow. In the middle of it laid the face of a beautiful, peaceful woman who was sound asleep. Haruka smiled to herself, hoisting herself onto an arm to kiss the blue haired girl's cheek. She quietly got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.
"Haruka," a sleepy yet melodic voice drifted over to the tall blonde. "What're you doing up this early? Come back to bed."
Haruka chuckled. "I promised to meet Minako and Makoto with the party plans," she said. She walked back over to the bed, sitting down next to Michiru. "Go back to sleep. I know you wanted to help out, but you should rest up first." She leaned over to kiss Michiru's forehead, who simply smiled before immediately drifting off into a deep slumber. Haruka stroked the aquamarine strands, "Silly girl. You shouldn't work so hard."
She stretched and finished getting ready, choosing to wear blue jeans with a yellow t-shirt. She grabbed her sunglasses and her black leather jacket just in case the weather decided to cool down a bit. Haruka glanced at the time again and decided that she would just buy a bagel before meeting the two inner senshi.
The streets were still quiet, and there was the quiet hum and rustle of people preparing to open their shops. Haruka breathed the cool city air in, feeling immediately at ease. She gave the occasional smile to the shopkeepers outside, who all cheerfully waved at the beautiful blonde.
Haruka stopped by a nearby bagel shop, grabbing her two of her favorite cinnamon bagels. She opened the door and stepped out when something violently collided into her.
"Oof!" was all that came out of her mouth as she hit the concrete sidewalk. She looked down to find that her two bagels had rolled out onto the street. She cringed, "What the— aw, damn. My bagels." She looked up to see what had hit her and saw a girl whose oversized hood had plopped down over her face. Papers flew round and about like a tornado in the morning breeze and journals and sketchbooks littered the floor.
"Oh my go—" The girl started before one of her papers hit her square in the face. "My papers!" she cried, running to try and catch them all.
Haruka got up quickly and tried to catch a few as well. She reached for one that had spun deviously around her, turning quickly around with it. Oomph!
Haruka and the girl collided again directly into each other. Haruka grabbed the girl's shoulders for balance as the girl grabbed her clumsily around the waist. The hood flew off with a strong gust of wind. Their eyes met for an awkward second before—
She was in Miranda castle, her castle, looking up at the dark sky. She leaned her head against a pillar, arms and legs crossed. A posture she adopted when she was feeling anxious. She looked at one particular star out of various ones in the distance. A heavy feeling of longing burdened her chest as she looked wistfully upon the brightest star in the sky, wondering how the Queen and Princess were doing.
"Master," the girl along with a group of senshi clad in special uniforms had appeared beside her. "It's time."
Uranus nodded, looking back to the sky. All of them except for that girl bowed and retreated into a deeper part of the castle. Worry filled her eyes as she looked upon Princess Uranus who sighed heavily.
The sight of Uranus in a light, loose shirt, baring a great deal of her shoulders and midriff, and long, tight fitting khaki pants made the girl swallow nervously as she looked away. "Master," the girl said softly. "You shouldn't be dressed in men's attire. The queen would disapprove."
A smile played at Uranus's lips. "Oh, but dresses are so uncomfortable," she looked at the girl, smirking. "Dresses are for pretty little things like you, you know." She leaned over, touching the girl's cheek with her finger.
The girl grabbed her hand, quick as lightning. She closed her eyes as she held the back of Uranus's hand to her cheek. And what a soft cheek it was, pale from pain and anxiety yet flushed deliciously pink with joy. And just as quickly as she had grabbed Uranus's hand, the girl knelt on one knee, holding the princess's hand with both hers as she bowed her head down. "Forgive me, I was out of my place," she murmured, she raised her head slightly to kiss her hand.
"Stop that, will you?" Uranus cried out angrily. She grabbed the girl by the shoulders, pulling her forcefully up from her position.
Her eyes were a magnificent shade of dark blue, enticing and mysterious. She noticed that the rims were slightly purple. How interesting, she never knew that before. A sudden pain overtook her chest, and she struggled to breathe. She wanted to look away, but she couldn't. She wanted to stay, but she knew she couldn't. And she wanted so much, especially with this girl, but it just wasn't supposed to happen. "How long has it been? You know how I feel—" Uranus struggled with her words.
"Princess Uranus," the girl's face came closer and closer. Uranus didn't know if who was leaning in. All she knew was that she wanted this. So badly.
Haruka gasped. She blinked once, no twice, no three times before she realized she had pushed the girl violently away. She had staggered back while the girl fell on the ground once again. Her lungs needed oxygen; it felt like she just ran a marathon. 'Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.'
The girl didn't look up. She got on her hands and knees, picking up the journals and sketchbooks.
Haruka hastily bent down, picking up a few as well. Their hands touched for a second as they reached for the same notebook. Electricity zapped from the point of contact throughout the rest of her body. "I-I'm sorry about that. I-I didn't mean to—"
"No, no, it's quite all right," the girl spoke, her voice shaking. Her voice was low and quiet, melodic in a way that Michiru's was not, enticing in a dark mysterious way. A voice that spoke of secrets, loneliness, and something that Haruka wasn't quite sure she wanted to know.
They picked the rest of the journals up in silence. Most of the papers had flown away by then, but they were both much too distracted to remember.
As Haruka handed the girl the rest of her things, the girl opened her mouth.
"Haruka?" A voice behind her called out.
Haruka turned around. A tall brunette and a perky blonde with a bow in her hair waved. She stood up and turned her head to face the girl.
But she had already left, running towards the direction she came from.
"Who was that girl? You're not cheating on Michiru, are you?" Minako teased.
Haruka laughed, "If I didn't tell you I was a girl, I would think you still had a crush on me."
Minako reddened and huffed while Makoto laughed uproariously. "Oh, you should hear the things she says about you when you're not around," the brunette winked.
"That's not cool, Makoto," wailed the blonde. "I have a boyfriend now."
Haruka glanced behind her again, still feeling a slight buzz from where she had touched that strange girl.
"Hey Haruka, you okay?" two pairs of quizzical eyes dawned upon her.
"Yeah, 'course. Haha, let's go. We gotta make this anniversary Bunny's best yet, right?" Haruka smiled slightly, forcing herself to push the thoughts of that girl out of her head. 'I'm sure it was just my imagination,' she thought.