Disclaimer: What? I own Sailor Moon? How come nobody told me this? Oh, you were joking with me? Sigh.
Tonight was the first art exhibit on Japanese land of Kaioh Michiru. The aqua haired girl slipped in and out of the crowds, only staying long enough to exchange polite nothings and blow away any preconceived notions that might have formed based on her having grown up in America. She was wearing a strapless and loose white chiffon dress that although elegant, emphasized her young age, and her hair was down in lustrous waves that framed the beauty's small face.
She paused to look at her favorite piece, which had the wind and sky together in an embrace. She had no idea how she had bore such a masterpiece. It was almost like something had possessed her when she had painted this. The painting was one of her lesser known works, and it made her love it even more. In fact, she showed it in every exhibit she did. Her eyes bore into her painting, and she began to get lost in it when she felt a warm breath tickle her neck," Such a beautiful painting by a beautiful girl."
Michiru whirled around, her cheeks rushing with blood, to see the back of a tall handsome blonde in a tuxedo walking away.
'The nerve of that guy!'
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Though the gallery was far from over, Michiru wished it was. After the mysterious man had walked away, she had grown uneasy. For some reason, the man made her remember things she didn't want to, like a certain recurring dream.
As she strutted throughout the exhibit, she grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter's tray and hurriedly gulped it down - She didn't have to worry about the drink being taken from her, because even though she was underage, this was high society -, trying to soothe her frenzied nerves. When she felt a light tap on her bare shoulder, she barely contained a jump and turned around, guardedly.
What she saw though, however immediately calmed her down though. In front of her, was her best friend, Elsa Grey, a red headed athlete. Due to Elsa's dad's job as a diplomat, she had attended the JapaneseSchool of New York with Michiru for a year before going back to Japan in seventh grade. They had kept in touch with letters and this was their first time reuniting in person. She looked nice, in a black dress, though Michiru could barely suppress the urge to laugh at the clearly uncomfortable girl.
"Hey, don't laugh. This is all for you," Elsa grumbled at seeing her friend laugh, but instantly cheered up," I have someone I want you to meet. Come on over Haruka."
Michiru's breath caught in her throat, as a very familiar blonde man made his way over.
He stopped in front of the aqua haired woman, and placed a kiss on her knuckles, with smoldering eyes," Tenoh Haruka. It's nice to meet you."
Good naturedly, Elsa rolled her eyes and said in a dry tone," Always the flirt, Tenoh."
"Only with the pretty ones," the blonde responded with a smirk.
Michiru quickly let her hand out of the blonde's, having just realized that it was still there. When Haruka turned around to her, she blushed and said,"I'm sorry," her mind racing. Tenoh Haruka, the genius F1 racer, no wonder he had felt familiar, right?
"Anyway, Haruka here was invited to Mugen Gakuen too, so we'll probably see her a few times during the school year! She's legendary in track, I don't think she's ever been beaten, and even I've raced her" the red head continued.
The artist was impressed. She knew that her friend was one of the fastest people in Japan, and for the blonde to be able to beat her, he would have to be one with the wind, though given his status as an F1 racer, he was probably accustomed to speed. It almost didn't come as a surprise that he had been invited as well. Although Mugen was already the elite school, Mugen's invited students were extra special. Invited students were so rare that the few that were got special privileges, like their own condos near the academy for an extra fee and more. They even had a different uniform to distinguish them from the rest, though the difference was subtle; dark green stripes were added on the already green skirt/pants/ribbon/tie. Michiru had also been invited, which was partially why she had moved back to Japan a few years earlier than she had planned.
"Don't forget to mention I race F-1 cars," the blonde winked at Michiru, who in return smiled, while hiding her blush.
"Yeah, yeah. But that's a given. Wait, Darn, don't let that overinflate your head, it's big enough already," Elsa replied cheekily to Haruka and then mock whispered to Michiru," Did you know she practically begged me to introduce her to you?"
Michiru took no account of the strange words, feeling strangely lightheaded at the thought of the blonde wanting to meet her.
Meanwhile, Haruka was staring daggers at the red haired girl, realizing that Elsa had given away her true gender by using feminine terms to refer to her. Haruka only hoped that Michiru wouldn't notice, though a small part of her asked why it was such a big deal since Michiru didn't seem like the kind of person who would ruin the reputation of someone she had just met.
Then, the abnormity of the words sunk into Michiru's head.
"She?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
Elsa then realized her slip and hurriedly tried to cover it up," Oh, it's just a joke between us, right Tenoh?"
Haruka quickly realized what Elsa was trying to do and played along ,"Yeah, heh," she playfully punched the other girl's shoulder, with more strength than she meant.
The red head yelped, and glared at Haruka who made an 'oops' gesture with her shoulders.
Michiru's eyes narrowed and she boldly put her hands on the blonde's chest. Indeed, there was a slight swell. Meanwhile, Haruka had frozen, shocked at the touch. Suddenly, memories started flooding the blonde's head.
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Haruka woke up with the scent of the sea around her. She smirked and turned around to see her lover still sleeping beside her. The blonde grew weak at the sight of the creamy goddess, naked in her bed. She sighed, and gave a kiss onto the woman's head.
Suddenly, she found herself being pinned by her lover, who had a mischievous glint in her cerulean eyes, and her hands on the blonde's chest.
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Haruka snapped out of her thoughts, only to have Elsa slap her.
"Ow! What was that for!"
"You zoned out, looking at Michiru like a creepy old man would. Don't make her feel uncomfortable! " the red haired girl scolded. She had very naturally nudged Michiru to the side and taken her place in front of Haruka. She could only hope she had pushed her fast enough, before Michiru could feel Haruka's chest.
Had she done that? Haruka wasn't sure. "Well, she started it by touching my chest," Haruka pouted while hoping on the inside that Michiru hadn't felt her breasts.
Meanwhile, Michiru had been watching with calculating eyes. She could tell this was all an act, and she was a bit disturbed by the fact that the man she had just began to know, was actually a woman and a little angered that they had been trying to trick her.
"So, what do you want with me?" her calm voice rang out throughout the gallery, causing even more people to look at them. However, the two friends unintentionally ignored her, in a world of their own.
"You know, you're going to have to pay for damaging my face. This face is adored by women everywhere, and it's worth a lot of money," Haruka said, grinning seductively and leaning closer.
Elsa laughed and shoved her friend's head, "Pfft, as if. Your ugly face isn't worth a hundred yen."
"Hey!"
They both laughed before turning to the artist. But as soon as Haruka saw the woman, her mind started racing.
'Michiru? Sailor Neptune? My partner? She has to be the one Pluto was telling me about!'
"I said, what do you want with me?" Michiru's voice once again broke Haruka out of her reverie. Haruka was filled with joy at the sight of the aqua haired woman, and had an intense urge to sweep her up in a big embrace.
'But, she might not remember who you are' her mind rationalized. So she held back.
"Oh, um. I was thinking, would you like to come to one of my races?" Haruka said, her mind thinking fast, for an excuse to make Michiru see her.
"I'll pass. I don't like stuff like that," and with that said, she walked away to disappear in a crowd of fans once again.
Haruka's face fell.
Okay, I was going to write a totally different story, but I had no idea how to write the beginning, and I had a sudden stroke of genius. This idea came to me while I was watching a movie on Franz Ferdinand's assassination. Boring stuff. Wouldn't it be awesome if in History, we learned about the Silver Millennium? xD That would be so much fun!
The invited student crap about Mugen was made up but the Japanese School of New York is true. It uses the Japanese curriculum and mostly kids of diplomats and bankers go there, which is why even though Michiru lived in America (More info next chapter), she's still familiar with Japanese customs and etc. After graduating, kids there go back to Japan for high school/college.
Also, Elsa seemed a bit out of character so I tried making her less frantic/teary. I think it works?