Title: Yakusoku
Genre: – Romance / Angst
Story line:
At the beginning of their friendship, everything seems to be perferct, but as we know nothing is eternal. A mistake is enough to torn them apart. Haruka left, Michiru is culpable, memories re-emerge and everything in their life take a new turning point.
Disclamer:
I don't own Sailormoon, I am just borrowing some of their characters: Haruka and Michiru (maybe more, don't know yet). Ayashi is one of my own characters though and I like her a lot, even if she is in the background of the story, so don't "take" her without permission. Thanks.
Author's notes:
I don't know if I have to put a warning here, but since almost everybody is putting one, then here I go:
First don't read this fic if you can't stand a non-stereotypal relationship.
Then if you haven't got it yet, English ISN'T my mother language. I am still learning and this fic is a test to assess my skills so I would be really greatful to whoever will critize me and help me improve my English. So don't read my fic if you can't bear wrong syntaxes and a poor grammar etc. I don't know if there is a lot or not so take the story as it comes.
Lastly this is my first attempt at writing a fanfiction so don't expect a good writing.
Still there? I have warn you.
YuLinG
Prologue:
Michiru leaned heavily against the windows frames of her bedroom.
Her eyes, once sparkling with joy each time the person she loves was back, were now but filled with emptiness and sadness.
She stared at the sea. It was the same sight. The sea kept rushing roughly, it seems as if it was showing her how foolish she has been when she decided not to listen to the wise sea advice.
Now she may repent.
Since that day, her life became a real hell. Everything remained her of her mistake. She hadn't spent one day without meeting some friends or acquaintances they both knew, going to some places where they have spent happy moments ... whatever she did, she couldn't help herself but to think of Haruka.
Getting a little bit tired, Michiru went over her bed and lied down, stretched one arm to cover her face and started to think of what has happened so far...
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It's been three months now since she went away. I know I deserve what happen, but I miss her.
She was the light of my life, the pillar without which I would have crumble more than once.
I miss her so much.
Why did I have to do that to her?
She was always here for me, by my side, comforting me when I was depressed, caring when I was helpless, taking me out when I was sad or when I was bored ... She never complained neither about my mood nor my behaviour.
I was the one who always complained. I know that I mustn't but I was always seeking for someone attention and especially hers. And I had just found one way, an easily way though: to complain.
I know there's probably some other ways, though I picked this one.
I was too scared.
For her I was an Angel, an innocent Angel who needed to be protected and to be cared for.
In reality she was the Angel, because unlike me she thought and cared about the others first, whereas me, I was only concerned about myself.
I am so selfish.
For almost one year she has given me her friendship, as strong as if it was an unbreakble bond.