A/N: Basically, after watching some of the painful censorship of the Sailor Moon dub, particularly "Amara" saying she would "scoop up Darien" because "after all we're the same height and we both like motorcycles" but noting they still seemed very much like lovers- I thought it would be fun to write a ficlet about Michelle and Amara's tragic incestuous love. It turned out a bit more sad than you'd think, huh.
"You and him aren't the same height, you know"
"What?" Amara was startled at her cousin suddenly speaking. They had been watching television together in silence.
"That Darien. He's got a good few inches on you."
Amara wrinkled her brow. "Oh. I guess."
"Honestly," Michelle sniffed. Amara attempted to put her arm around her, but her cousin scooted away from her to the other end of the couch.
"Wow, you're really jealous," Amara said with a smirk.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Hmmm…" Amara faced Michelle, resting her chin on her palm. "So tell me, is Brad taller than me too?"
Michelle had been bent over in a sulk, but her head shot up at this. "What?"
"You know. Your vaunted first kiss. Does he also "have a few inches" on me? Maybe in more ways than one, eh? Or did you ever get far enough to see that…"
"You…" Michelle's face was beat red.
"Honestly, I guess you must have met him pretty early on," Amara's usually flat voice had taken on a sharp edge. "Because, you know, I could have sworn that your first kiss was when we were eight years old, at that family reunion…"
"Stop it,"Michelle hissed through her teeth.
"Did I hit a nerve? Let me guess, you and Brad had a bad breakup? Poor thing," Amara sneered.
Michelle clenched her fists, crumpling her skirt in the process. "You know better than anyone that there is no Brad."
"Ah, I see. So you can have imaginary boyfriends, but I can't," Amara shrugged. "Typical."
"Is that what that was about? You said that about Darien on purpose, just because I told a white lie?"
"A white lie, huh?" Amara leaned back, putting her hands behind her head. "I guess that's what our whole lives have been, cousin."
Michelle got up from the couch. Her eyes were closed, and the flush on her cheeks had settled to a dull pink. "You know, ever since that day at the family reunion, there have been so many times I wished to myself we weren't related, that we weren't both girls, that we could do whatever we wanted."
"Yeah?" Amara's voice was flat and uncaring again.
"Yes. And I'm wishing right now. I wish we weren't related. Because then, I would have never had to meet you."
Swallowing back her tears, Michelle walked out of their living room, leaving Amara all alone.