Freedom from a Locked Heart
Notes: I know very little about Sailor Moon, so please forgive me if this is inaccurate. But, then, I'm trying my best to write this.
This is my first attempt to write a Sailor Moon fic. Constructive criticism is always welcome, as well as tips and ideas.
Though it is the first language I learned, English isn't exactly my native tongue, so I'm pretty much out of practice. Please forgive me for grammatical errors.
Oh, by the way, this fic features only Haruka and Michiru: no transformations and no other Senshi. But, that can change… eventually.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, Naoko Takeuchi does. However, I do own a few original characters and the play featured in this fic. Please ask permission before using them (if ever).
Summary: AU. A school play, a kiss, a street accident… Haruka and Michiru meet for the first time in school. They secretly developed feelings for each other. However, when Michiru discovered that Haruka was actually female, things started to get complex. Shoujo ai, Haruka/Michiru.
Prologue:
The Night Before…
The darkness of the night sky was clear. The stars were visible… very beautiful indeed. A blonde girl was leaning on the railing of the balcony. The gentle autumn wind blew at her hair, making the strands fly in all directions.
This is Ten'ou Haruka. Her family is quite wealthy. Her father owns a computer company in the United States, while her mother… well, she passed away when Haruka was born. Haruka's father is busy with his career, so Haruka spends most of her time alone, in her room, or with friends.
But, tonight it's on the balcony, in the company of the stars.
"Uranus… the gaseous twin planet of Neptune…" she muttered. She remembers something that she was somehow connected to the planet Uranus, but vaguely.
Another gentle breeze caressed her. She glanced at her watch. It's almost half-past nine.
'I should get to bed early,' she thought. 'I don't want to be late for the try-out.'
She yawned and stretched like a cat before entering her room.
It was cozy enough for a bedroom, actually too cozy for comfort. A four-post bed, much like the ones fairy-tale princesses sleep in, was on one side. On either side of the bed was a lampshade on top of a small table. In little distance was her study table-slash-bookshelf piled with schoolbooks and novels. Next to it is her closet and the door to her own shower. Opposite the entrance to the balcony was the door leading outside. It was certainly cozy.
She landed on her bed face first. Without bothering to put on nightclothes, she fell asleep.