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Waves
A Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon Drabble
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The sudden chill of the water against my bare ankles was enough to stop my breath halfway to my lungs, but it wasn't long before I was relaxed once more and wading deeper. The light of the moon was more than I needed; the water would guide me. When the waves receded, I followed, and when they spilled forward, I turned my back to them and let them wash over me. I repeated this, following and turning, until finally I was overpowered. I had braced myself against the impact, but the swift water removed my feet from their usual location beneath the rest of me and I became acquainted with the sandy ocean bottom. I struggled back to my feet, brushed my short blue hair out of my face, and turned to the sea. Again, I was met with a wall of salty water and found myself underwater, with a mouthful of sand. My face stung where the ocean had slapped me.
When a third attempt proved no more successful, I resigned myself to sitting on the beach. As I trudged back to shore, I was aware of the wind at my back for the first time, rushing me along. Soaking wet and shivering on the sand, I was bothered that I had been overpowered by water, when I thought I had such a gift with it. Had I not always been in tune with the water? Hadn't I always understood it? So enveloped in these thoughts did I become that I cried out in alarm when a voice spoke next to me.
"Couldn't sleep?" I looked up to find a gently smiling face, framed by sea-green waves of hair that seemed to me to be flowing in the wind like water. I became acutely aware of my own wet blue hair hanging limply against my face.
"Michiru-san! You startled me. I didn't expect anyone else to be awake at this hour."
"Neither did I." And even as she sat down on the sand next to me, I envied the grace with which she moved. "You must have been deep in thought not to notice me. Would you mind if I asked what you were thinking about?"
"Well… I've always sort of… understood the water." I wasn't sure if this made sense to her, but she nodded for me to continue, so I did. "But just now, I wanted to go for a midnight dip and I couldn't get past the waves." I felt unbelievably foolish as I told her this, because the serene, almost maternal expression on her face made me feel like a child. She was silent a moment, before she answered.
"Do you know what creates the waves?"
A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. Of course I knew what created the waves: "The wind."
"Right. So in order to understand the waves, you must first understand the wind." She closed her eyes, just as the wind began to blow harder. I hugged my knees a little bit tighter. "The waves move shoreward, of course, but they also move wherever the wind blows them. You must learn to move with the waves, instead of against them."
"…Oh."
How foolish of me, to assume that, just because I was the senshi of water, that I could understand the ocean. There was something so foreign, yet entrancing about the way the wind and the water acted together, as one entity. Following the moon's reflection with my eyes, as it wriggled and squirmed according to the will of the waves, I felt almost as significant as a pebble.