Disclaimer: Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon is copyright © Naoko Takeuchi and all others associated with legal rights.
Author's note: Despite being a fan of BSSM since 1995 (DiC's North American adaption, rather), this is the very first time I have ever posted a fic for it! Crazy, huh? So please forgive me if my characterization of this particular character is off. It's a short, reflective piece that's probably been done to death-but I haven't done it XD
"She Wasn't Afraid"
Michiru wasn't afraid to die. As the sailor soldier of the deep waters, she knew that death was always just around the corner. The choices she made, the duties bound to her-it would eventually lead to her the point of no return. Her beloved partner, Haruka, knew far too well the responsibilities constrained upon the both of them. It was Michiru who had awakened Haruka to her true self, the soldier of the skies.
In the beginning, it was their mission to find the talismans that would eventually help summon the Messiah, the one who could stop the ultimate Silence. Eventually, they would fight and protect their future queen through any means necessary.
Years later, Michiru reflected on the moment where she HAD died. She pretended to betray Sailor Moon by joining forces with Sailor Galaxia; proved her so-called loyalty by killing two of her fellow soldiers; battled against those who called themselves Sailor Starlights; then finally turned against Galaxia herself… only to have her and Uranus' carefully constructed plans blow up in their faces. They had failed in their mission and ultimately failed to protect their precious princess.
She vaguely recalled laying on a cold, flat surface, her hand stretched out to touch Uranus. A flash of fear jolted through her body, despite the rapid loss of breath. She didn't fear death. Rather, she feared the notion of being unable to touch Haruka one last time.
Just one touch…
Neptune wasn't afraid to die. No, she was all too willing to give up her life if it meant fulfilling her duties as a soldier. Never the less, if she could at least touch her lover one last time, then she wouldn't mind the trip to hell.
She and Haruka believed in Usagi. Everybody did, even when Usagi had her doubts about herself. Yet Michiru had no regrets for doing what she did, even now. The only thing she would have regretted was living on without Haruka.