This is a little pet project of mine. Sailor moon was one of the very first anime's I was absolutely addicted to and thanks to me good friend Chris I have recently began casually watching it through again and thought this would be fun to write.
Haruka and Michiru are and always have been my favorite characters and I just had to write a story for them.
Even though I like their real names better I am calling them Amara and Michelle in this since it is an AU story and the Americanized names just seem to work better with it.
Hope you enjoy it!
Story Summary:
Their love had lasted over millennia. Even death could not keep them apart as they continued to find each other over lifetimes. Their love is true, but it always ends in tragedy. This time their past memories haven't returned. Will this save the star crossed lovers, or speed up the inevitable?
Hazel and deep blue eyes locked onto each other, while arms stretched out in a desperate attempt to touch.
Again, it had happened again. They had only just found each other a few years ago and already they were being torn apart. This was the shortest time yet they had to revel in the company of one another. All they could do now was feel the touch of the other one last time before their bodies drifted away into nothingness.
But that wasn't the end…
They would soon be reborn to find each other once more; the cycle would continue. The look in their eyes in their dying moments reassured them. Next time things would be different, next time they would change their fate.
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She had been having the oddest dreams lately. In her sleep they seemed so vivid and intense but once she woke up she couldn't quite remember what had happened in them. She simply woke with a nagging feeling of déjà vu, and more tired than when she had gone to sleep in the first place.
It was getting tedious to say the least.
The tall blond ran her hand through her short hair before putting it back into her jacket pocket. She was bored; oh so very bored.
Her events were done for the day but her publicist had set up a fan meet and greet, and she was stuck posing for pictures and signing autographs for the next three hours. Just because she and her horse were VERY good at what they loved it made people, mostly girls, star struck. It didn't help that the pair had recently been ranked in the top five show jumpers in the country, or that they had just announced that she was a likely Olympic prospect.
She couldn't even relieve her boredom by watching the events going on around her. Across the field from where they were set up, the dressage ring was set up effectively blocking her view of anything interesting.
In her opinion the only thing more boring than this awful meet and greet was watching Dressage. Some people described Dressage as the ballet of the horse world. Rider and horse moving gracefully as one in a rhythmic pattern across the ring, but to Amara it was just a snooze fest. The only reason to be on a horse was to go fast, and Dressage was anything but.
For her, show jumping was where it was at. Racing around the ring and flying like the wind over the jumps. The only thing more exhilarating was cross country racing, but to do that she would have to do three day eventing and that included Dressage. Which was not happening, no matter how much her manager and publicist begged.
Her horse wouldn't stand for it anyway. Morning Glory was just as uninterested in moving slow and controlled as Amara was. She couldn't help but smile to herself when she thought of the time she had attempted to rein in the grey stallion long enough to work a little dressage.
Sure he had performed the moves well enough but she could feel him growing antsy and bored with it all. He yearned for the wind and the rush of the show jumping ring just as she did.
Amara turned her focus back to the task at hand. An autograph here, a picture there, and a smile always on her face, if it got her managers off her back she could handle three hours of torture.
The time flew by faster than she would have thought and slowly but surely the fans thinned until it was just one or two stragglers every 10 minutes or so. She was almost done. The tall blond took this opportunity to slump down in to the chair behind the table.
Her eyes again traveled across the manicured lawn. She had intended on completely ignoring the dressage ring and trying to see past it, but a flash of turquoise caught her eye. She did a double take when she realized the small flash of color was the hair of the current rider in the ring, expertly bunned and tucked into her helmet.
Blue hair in the dressage ring wasn't something normally tolerated let alone accepted, and she immediately shifted her seat to watch the pattern the rider and horse were executing. Even from this distance Amara could tell that the rider was absolutely stunning. Her eyes matched her hair, if only a more intense blue and a few shades darker.
The horse was also stunning. It was a warmblood of some sort, a Hanoverian possibly. She could tell it was a mare but it had to be 17 hands at least, and was the most stunning chestnut color Amara had ever seen.
The pair was flawless throughout their entire routine and moved entirely as one. The rider's horsemanship was perfect and the signals she was giving the horse were completely invisible. Hazel eyes were captivated by these two as they moved into a gentle rocking canter and moved across the ring. Amara was suddenly reminded of the ocean watching horse and rider glide smoothly over the ground.
It was all too soon when the blue haired girl saluted the judges and exited the ring, and Amara knew she had to go find her. There was something there she couldn't explain.
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Michelle grinned from ear to ear and patted her horse Romany Ruby once they were out of the ring. That was an absolutely perfect run. Every step, every turn, every element of the routine was executed to the letter. The blue haired equestrian could not have been happier with her mare.
She dismounted and the horse immediately nudged her with her nose. The girl smiled and tousled Ruby's forelock. She knowingly pulled a peppermint out of her pocket and slowly unwrapped it as her horse watched every move, completely captivated by her rider's motions.
The horse put her head down and Michelle leaned her forehead against Ruby's and handed her the candy. "You're my good girl."
Another smile crept across the girl's face and the horse munched happily on her treat. She turned to lead her horse to the stable for the day but stopped when she saw a man watching them from across the center field.
A jolt shot through her and her body froze. Her mind was overwhelmed with a feeling she couldn't quite describe. He was too far away to see any details and what she could see was shadowed by the setting sun behind him. There was something about him though, something she couldn't pull away from.
She almost fell when Ruby pushed her from behind and broke the connection. When she looked back the figure was gone and with a shrug of her shoulders the young rider headed off to the stables with her horse in tow.
At that moment the wild wind and the calming waves of the sea had captivated one another, and the cycle started anew.
TBC...