Lullaby
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Day One:
"You know, Haruka-san, you can have many
loves." Michiru stated.
Haruka had been in front of her piano for
centuries now. It was driving the poor sea
soldier mad. She had arrived hours ago, but all
Haruka did was tell her she could do what she
wanted. The blonde wouldn't let her see what
she was composing and Haruka didn't seem to
want to do anything else but work on it.
Haruka seemed not hear her. The distant girl
just fiddled with a key and then wrote some
notes here and a few notes there on her
composition sheet.
"You can love music, racing, sports, and still
love people..." The young violinist noted.
The blonde still didn't notice that Michiru had
even spoken.
"DID YOU KNOW THAT, HARUKA-SAN!" Michiru raised
her voice.
Breaking out of her reverie she looked at
Michiru bewildered. Haruka grinned crookedly
and then ran a tired hand through her hair.
"Eh... Would you like to take a walk on the
beach to cool off, Michiru-san?"
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Day Two:
Michiru was getting very irked. Yesterday
Haruka thought she had been angry about some
petty thing and just though she should cool off
by walking on the beach. Could Haruka for once
realize how much she loved her! Michiru
inwardly sighed and glared up at the busy
blonde. The distant soldier was on the piano
still working on that blasted composition of
hers. When would Haruka notice her? For once,
all Michiru ever wanted was for Haruka to
notice her.
A few keys were played and Haruka hurriedly
scratched some more notes on her latest
composition in progress. Michiru almost snapped
from her agitation.
A piano had Haruka's attention! A piano
surpassed her! A stupid piano could mesmerize
the blonde's interest and Michiru could not...
Michiru picked up her violin and stepped
outside. She weaved out her anger into a dark
lullaby.
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Day Three:
Haruka was still working profusely on her
composition. Michiru's eye twitched in
irritation.
"Beethoven is a bad influence on you Haruka-
san." She said lowly.
Haruka looked up shocked. Her brow furrowed
angered a bit,
"How can you say such a thing, Michiru-san?"
"Beethoven never got married. Many pianists
never got married afterward..." Michiru fumed.
Haruka was about to say something, but Michiru
then glared at her and cried,
"THAT IS A BAD INFLUENCE IF YOU ASK ME!"
"Michiru-san, you are yelling." Haruka said
confused. This was all astounding to witness.
The confined Kaioh Michiru being so insensible!
Amazing!
"Well, Beethoven also influenced your hearing!
You are deaf to what people tell you!" Michiru
then stormed out of the apartment leaving a
puzzled Haruka behind.
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Day Four:
Michiru didn't show up that day. Haruka didn't
seem to notice. She had been working on that
composition for six days straight now and she
wasn't going to quit now.
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Day Five:
No sign of Michiru. Haruka was almost finished.
She still had to perfect the song.
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Day Six:
Haruka and Michiru had to attend a social
gathering they had been asked to play at.
Michiru shot a glance at her partner. Haruka
certainly was ready for it. She had been
practicing for eight days now with her "strike
of genius".
Their performance had just ended a few minutes
ago and people were still murmuring how
wonderful they were together. The inseparable
couple...
Michiru thought she was about to break.
Haruka didn't see her as anything but a partner
for their mission. Nothing more, nothing
less...
Two golden odongos caught the ocean goddess'
eyes. A pretty little laughter rang out. Usagi
was here. Michiru felt a deep wound form in her
heart. Haruka always showed such interest in
Usagi... There the blonde was flirting with the
silly schoolgirl. Usagi was a plain girl, but
Haruka wasn't attracted to looks. The distant
soldier once commented that Usagi's innocent
pure heart made the naive girl beautiful to
her.
Michiru winced. She would never be that girl of
light. Her innocence died when she became the
soldier of the blue Neptunian seas. No matter
how elegant or beautiful she could make her
appearance... Haruka would not love her...
"I wrote this song... what do you think?"
Haruka asked the bubbly blonde,
Another blade cut through Michiru's heart.
Haruka was letting Usagi read her composition.
"Oh, it is so beautiful Haruka-san!" Usagi
gushed.
The senshi of the wild blue seas could not take
it any more. Haruka was hurting her too deeply!
Michiru turned and went off to the balcony to
bend her head over and cry. Lost in her
personal misery, she wept bitterly to herself.
Haruka would never love her! Never!
A sweet song filled her ears.
Michiru let the music engulf her sad being. The
song was a story all too familiar to her. The
feelings were so accurate to the feelings she
once had felt and probably still did. A
haunting lullaby flowed like magic. A flower
blooms into an elegant butterfly and it soars
off into the vivid blue radiance. A teardrop
falls and smashes to the ground, but the
remnants become the clear shimmering stars in a
dark velvet sky. She felt as if the spirit of
this lovely song was for her. It was there to
comfort her and her alone. It wrapped its warm
and passionate notes around her tightly. It
sang to her a lullaby.
Wiping the tears from her eyes she drew courage
from her weak broken soul and returned to the
crowd.
Her heart stopped.
Haruka sat tall and proud at the piano she had
manipulated into a spirit of pure love and
feeling. However, she seemed to possess the
pure humbleness of a fool in love right then...
The kind of love Michiru felt whenever she was
with her eccentric partner.
It was a love for Usagi... It was for Usagi...
Something cracked in her again... and she
didn't know if she could stay strong anymore. A
river of tears rushed down her pale face and
she stood...
Frozen.
She listened to the true aching passion being
expressed... each tender note a fatal blade
that stabbed at Michiru's fragile heart.
The sweet music ceased.
Haruka arose and bowed.
Thundering applauds sounded.
Haruka's gazed looked around as she descended
the stage. A longing expression masked her
face. She caught sight of the crumbling maiden
far off in the dark corner.
Michiru-san...
Michiru...
The aqua-haired beauty saw she had been
sighted. Ashamed she retreated back to the
balcony.
"Michiru..."
"Leave me!"
"Michiru..."
Haruka's voice broke when she said the pretty
name. She took in a sharp breath.
"I guess I should have known better..." Haruka
said shattered, "But that is how I feel for you
Kaioh-san."
Michiru felt a terrible chill rise. She faced
Haruka with the hurt expression still etched on
her delicate features.
"That wasn't for Usagi-chan?" She asked, but
there was no glimmer of hope in her voice.
Haruka loved the naive blonde.
"No."
Haruka looked down. Her eyes were that of an
unfathomable sorrow.
"It was for you Kaioh-san... It was for you..."
The blonde turned her around. She thought
Michiru would be the one. She was wrong.
Wrong....
Wrong.
Wrong!
WRONG!
Her heart had shattered again... but she had no
more tears to cry. Her dreams would always be
shattered... always...
Before she left, the soldier of the isolated
heavens murmured,
"I love you... Michiru."
Finis.
Author: Point One- Yes that is the end. Also,
no, this does not have a sequel.
Point Two- Yes, bad at communication. I
already know that. I just wanted to write
out the scenes where Michiru is angry with
Haruka.
------------------------------
Day One:
"You know, Haruka-san, you can have many
loves." Michiru stated.
Haruka had been in front of her piano for
centuries now. It was driving the poor sea
soldier mad. She had arrived hours ago, but all
Haruka did was tell her she could do what she
wanted. The blonde wouldn't let her see what
she was composing and Haruka didn't seem to
want to do anything else but work on it.
Haruka seemed not hear her. The distant girl
just fiddled with a key and then wrote some
notes here and a few notes there on her
composition sheet.
"You can love music, racing, sports, and still
love people..." The young violinist noted.
The blonde still didn't notice that Michiru had
even spoken.
"DID YOU KNOW THAT, HARUKA-SAN!" Michiru raised
her voice.
Breaking out of her reverie she looked at
Michiru bewildered. Haruka grinned crookedly
and then ran a tired hand through her hair.
"Eh... Would you like to take a walk on the
beach to cool off, Michiru-san?"
------------------
Day Two:
Michiru was getting very irked. Yesterday
Haruka thought she had been angry about some
petty thing and just though she should cool off
by walking on the beach. Could Haruka for once
realize how much she loved her! Michiru
inwardly sighed and glared up at the busy
blonde. The distant soldier was on the piano
still working on that blasted composition of
hers. When would Haruka notice her? For once,
all Michiru ever wanted was for Haruka to
notice her.
A few keys were played and Haruka hurriedly
scratched some more notes on her latest
composition in progress. Michiru almost snapped
from her agitation.
A piano had Haruka's attention! A piano
surpassed her! A stupid piano could mesmerize
the blonde's interest and Michiru could not...
Michiru picked up her violin and stepped
outside. She weaved out her anger into a dark
lullaby.
-------------------
Day Three:
Haruka was still working profusely on her
composition. Michiru's eye twitched in
irritation.
"Beethoven is a bad influence on you Haruka-
san." She said lowly.
Haruka looked up shocked. Her brow furrowed
angered a bit,
"How can you say such a thing, Michiru-san?"
"Beethoven never got married. Many pianists
never got married afterward..." Michiru fumed.
Haruka was about to say something, but Michiru
then glared at her and cried,
"THAT IS A BAD INFLUENCE IF YOU ASK ME!"
"Michiru-san, you are yelling." Haruka said
confused. This was all astounding to witness.
The confined Kaioh Michiru being so insensible!
Amazing!
"Well, Beethoven also influenced your hearing!
You are deaf to what people tell you!" Michiru
then stormed out of the apartment leaving a
puzzled Haruka behind.
---------------------
Day Four:
Michiru didn't show up that day. Haruka didn't
seem to notice. She had been working on that
composition for six days straight now and she
wasn't going to quit now.
---------------------
Day Five:
No sign of Michiru. Haruka was almost finished.
She still had to perfect the song.
---------------------
Day Six:
Haruka and Michiru had to attend a social
gathering they had been asked to play at.
Michiru shot a glance at her partner. Haruka
certainly was ready for it. She had been
practicing for eight days now with her "strike
of genius".
Their performance had just ended a few minutes
ago and people were still murmuring how
wonderful they were together. The inseparable
couple...
Michiru thought she was about to break.
Haruka didn't see her as anything but a partner
for their mission. Nothing more, nothing
less...
Two golden odongos caught the ocean goddess'
eyes. A pretty little laughter rang out. Usagi
was here. Michiru felt a deep wound form in her
heart. Haruka always showed such interest in
Usagi... There the blonde was flirting with the
silly schoolgirl. Usagi was a plain girl, but
Haruka wasn't attracted to looks. The distant
soldier once commented that Usagi's innocent
pure heart made the naive girl beautiful to
her.
Michiru winced. She would never be that girl of
light. Her innocence died when she became the
soldier of the blue Neptunian seas. No matter
how elegant or beautiful she could make her
appearance... Haruka would not love her...
"I wrote this song... what do you think?"
Haruka asked the bubbly blonde,
Another blade cut through Michiru's heart.
Haruka was letting Usagi read her composition.
"Oh, it is so beautiful Haruka-san!" Usagi
gushed.
The senshi of the wild blue seas could not take
it any more. Haruka was hurting her too deeply!
Michiru turned and went off to the balcony to
bend her head over and cry. Lost in her
personal misery, she wept bitterly to herself.
Haruka would never love her! Never!
A sweet song filled her ears.
Michiru let the music engulf her sad being. The
song was a story all too familiar to her. The
feelings were so accurate to the feelings she
once had felt and probably still did. A
haunting lullaby flowed like magic. A flower
blooms into an elegant butterfly and it soars
off into the vivid blue radiance. A teardrop
falls and smashes to the ground, but the
remnants become the clear shimmering stars in a
dark velvet sky. She felt as if the spirit of
this lovely song was for her. It was there to
comfort her and her alone. It wrapped its warm
and passionate notes around her tightly. It
sang to her a lullaby.
Wiping the tears from her eyes she drew courage
from her weak broken soul and returned to the
crowd.
Her heart stopped.
Haruka sat tall and proud at the piano she had
manipulated into a spirit of pure love and
feeling. However, she seemed to possess the
pure humbleness of a fool in love right then...
The kind of love Michiru felt whenever she was
with her eccentric partner.
It was a love for Usagi... It was for Usagi...
Something cracked in her again... and she
didn't know if she could stay strong anymore. A
river of tears rushed down her pale face and
she stood...
Frozen.
She listened to the true aching passion being
expressed... each tender note a fatal blade
that stabbed at Michiru's fragile heart.
The sweet music ceased.
Haruka arose and bowed.
Thundering applauds sounded.
Haruka's gazed looked around as she descended
the stage. A longing expression masked her
face. She caught sight of the crumbling maiden
far off in the dark corner.
Michiru-san...
Michiru...
The aqua-haired beauty saw she had been
sighted. Ashamed she retreated back to the
balcony.
"Michiru..."
"Leave me!"
"Michiru..."
Haruka's voice broke when she said the pretty
name. She took in a sharp breath.
"I guess I should have known better..." Haruka
said shattered, "But that is how I feel for you
Kaioh-san."
Michiru felt a terrible chill rise. She faced
Haruka with the hurt expression still etched on
her delicate features.
"That wasn't for Usagi-chan?" She asked, but
there was no glimmer of hope in her voice.
Haruka loved the naive blonde.
"No."
Haruka looked down. Her eyes were that of an
unfathomable sorrow.
"It was for you Kaioh-san... It was for you..."
The blonde turned her around. She thought
Michiru would be the one. She was wrong.
Wrong....
Wrong.
Wrong!
WRONG!
Her heart had shattered again... but she had no
more tears to cry. Her dreams would always be
shattered... always...
Before she left, the soldier of the isolated
heavens murmured,
"I love you... Michiru."
Finis.
Author: Point One- Yes that is the end. Also,
no, this does not have a sequel.
Point Two- Yes, bad at communication. I
already know that. I just wanted to write
out the scenes where Michiru is angry with
Haruka.