I don't own sailormoon.. I don't own the story of My Best Friend's Wedding... I just borrowed everything for entertainment...
script was based from the motion picture c/o .com/scripts/My-Best-Friend'
with a few modifications for our beloved sailormoon characters.. hope you like it...
My Best Friend's Wedding: Chapter One
A new dish was added on a restaurant's regular menu and the "Palette Pages" was invited to taste and maybe write something positive for the restaurant's new add-on. Taiki was enjoying a glass of wine while he and one of his feature writers (and close friend as well) wait for the evening's meal. For Taiki, Michiru is the best choice for this assignment. Not only he knows that the article can be added for next month's issue, but he'll sure enjoy a dinner with his lesbian friend.
"A variation on our squid ink risotto. Trace of Moselle, to sweeten the stock. Don't kill us on this one, it's a long shot Michiru." One of the Captain's said as he placed the moist lump of black rice before her. She takes a surprisingly small amount, rolls it over her tongue. Makes dead flat eye contact with Taiki. And nods, it's actually quite nice. The Captain breathes with relief. She turns her dark eyes to him. The tone says they're pals...
"I'm writing it up as inventive and confident. Which it is. Off the record, I'll need an extra boat of the ink. Or a salt shaker." The Captain of the restaurant nods and leaves her with Taiki still playing with his wine glass.
"This fellow from Newsday ever call?" Michiru just shrugs as she pulls a cellular phone out of a large, jumbled bag.
"I'll buzz my machine. Inventive and confident, yeh?" She dials while Taiki tries the Risotto.
"Needs salt"
"Is Newsday a real interview, or just some cute guy you're setting me up w..."
"... I don't send you men, anymore. You don't know what to do with them."
"Sometimes I do. Like for two months."
"... weeks." Taiki corrected her as she listens to the first recorded message form her Answering Machine.
"Hey… It's Haruka."
Michiru's face immediately lit up the dimmed restaurant upon hearing Haruka's voice.
"God, it must be, what, months, huh? I can't wait to talk to you. I'm in Chicago at the Ritz Carlton... Call me four in the morning,whatever, we gotta talk."
"Who called? The man of the moment?" Taiki asked as he pushed the plate of Risotto back her way.
"No, no, the opposite. That's my best friend, Haruka Tenoh. She sounds desperate to talk."
"The wandering sportswriter major in motor sports minor in track and field. I didn't know you two had a past." Taiki questions her as she answers him with a knowing look.
"Sophomore year at Yale we had this one hot month. And, you know me, I got restless..."
"Yes, I know you. You got restless."
"So I get up the nerve to break her heart. I tell her I wanna go straight as an arrow, and you know..."
"I know..."
"And she gets this... look. She says,I knew I couldn't hold your interest, - which, of course, makes me feel like the shallow bitch I've always been..."
"I agree on that thought.." Michiru ignores his remark and settled on giving him a death glare and continues her story.
"Then she says… But what makes me want to cry. Is I'm losing the best friend I ever had… And when she said it, I knew. I felt the same. So I cried. For maybe the third time in my life. And I kissed her. And we've been best friends ever since." She stops for a while to swirl her glass of wine.
"Nine years, we've seen each other through everything. Losing jobs, losing parents, losing lovers... Travelled all over, we've had the best times. The best times of my life, maybe. Just drinking and talking. Even over a phone."
"Kindred spirits." Taiki suggested while the waiter pour a refill for his glass.
"No, she's nothing like me. She's like you. Only gay. She's the salt of the earth. Kind and loyal and generous. The one constant thing in my life, is she'll always be there."
" She's still in love with you."
"Maybe. But it never gets in the way."
"Well, she has a true friend in you. Whenever my brothers tell someone how steadfast I am, it makes me sound boring."
"Solid and genuine is not boring. Haruka can be completely insane..." Michiru continues her story while a young waiter arrives. Sets a boat of black squid ink beside her plate.
"There was this one night in Tucson, like six years ago... we got amazingly drunk, I mean, Keith Richards time... God, I haven't thought of this in so long... I can even believe we did this..." Taiki sees the waiter listening to Michiru as well, so he gestures to her with his eyes. So she looks up.
"Could you give us a minute? You won't miss much, I promise there was no sex." The waiter reddens and disappears.
"I've lost interest." Taiki said as he drinks from his glass, ignoring the Risotto in front of them.
"She takes a razor from her vanity kit, cuts her fingertip,takes my hand, does the same to me..."
"Blood oath."
"She says, Swear. When we're both 28, if we've never been married... we marry each other!" She pauses and eats a few strands from her risotto. "See, she figured that would be a sign from God, or someone of comparable authority, that we'd misunderstood our destinies. We never talked about it again. I don't know what made me think of..."
"I do." And everything. Stops. She lifts her spoon, mesmerized by the gravity of his tone. "You'll be 28 in three weeks. How old is she?"
"You think..." She said as she stuffs her mouth with risotto.
"Desperate. To talk."
"She's not proposing marriage, there's no way I'm buying one word of th..."
"Then why are you compulsively eating? If you're not hysterical?"
"She can't do that to me!"
"We're about to find out."
"When I turn her down... We'll never be the same… "
"I have a suggestion..."
"I'll have to kill myself before I call her."
"That was it."
Later that night Michiru did not kill herself but settled in practicing her "it's-not-you-it's-me" speech while brushing her teeth. After contemplating on how her discussion with Haruka should flow, she grabbed her phone and sat on her bed while she dials Haruka's contact number in Chicago.
"Hello?"
"Good evening. You've been enrolled in the Obscene Call Of The Month Club,and th..."
"Hey! God, it's so good to hear your voice. I've been calling for days!"
"Yeh, well my old machine kept eating messages. I tried constructively ignoring it in hopes of improvement, but finally..."
"Look, I have to ask you something… Something so incredibly important,that if you turn me down, I don't know what I'll d..." Hearing Haruka starting, Michiru thinks on how her plan should go.
"I just have to tell you this one thing first, okay? I mean this will hand you the biggest laugh of your adult life... I was thinking about you, and I remembered this unbelievably insane night we spent together in Tucson,like a thousand years ago? I mean, there's no way you could possibly remember the..."
"Are you kidding? I think about that night all the time. But it's not why I called. I called because I met someone." Michiru felt she's going to have a heart attack but didn't miss the last part of Haruka's words. She met someone and there is something more since Haruka's voice seems too excited.
"Well, that's great. You haven't really had anybody since Dingbat Jennylee..." Michiru said as she stood up from her bed.
"You don't understand. I've never felt this way about anybody!" Michiru decided it's better to sit this one – literary – but she eventually ended up on the floor when she heard Haruka's confession. "And it's all wrong for me!"
"Okay…"
"I mean this is the first time I taken an interest on a guy!"
A guy. Michiru is not expecting this. Gothic, perhaps but a guy? Haruka is a guy placed in a woman's body! How can she fall for a guy!
" And his family is actually a stockholder of one of my sponsors for the upcoming race, and you know how I've always been miserably awkward around those kinda stuffed suits..."
"Well, sure…" Michiru couldn't believe it. Haruka sounds nervous.
"But they're so down to earth, such wonderful people..."
"You've met his parents."
"Well. Yeah."
"Wow."
"See. We're getting married. This Sunday."
Somehow, Michiru is going back to the heart attack feeling.