AN: Another one-parter. No stealing. Reveiw
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon. Simple as that.
It all began with an innocent question. Usagi was never what I'd call a mean or spiteful person, and I know she didn't intend to sound in any way condescending, but now that I reflect back on it, I would say her voice still held a little bit of disapproval.
"Haruka-san, why don't you like Seiya-kun?"
So simple. Such an easy question for her to ask. No masked implications, simply resigned curiosity.
"She's not from this solar system. Her and those other (I mentally added cross-dressing here) Starlight's could be a threat to you. My job is to protect this solar system from foreign invaders. She qualifies."
My answer satisfied her, and she never asked again, but because she brought it up, now I am plagued by the real reason I hate Seiya.
It all started in the silver millennium, in the moon palace before I met Neptune. The famed starlight singers were coming that night to sing. I should have heeded that shudder that ran down my spine when the news was transferred to me.
After dinner at that night's ball, I was drifting from place to place when I met her. Back then she had that same annoying ponytail, only it chopped off at about shoulder-length. I first saw her, Taiki and Yatan up on the stage, singing some poem they had written to a waltz being played. She had locked eyes with me, and quirked a half grin.
As the formal appointment wore on, I tried to ignore the funny feeling she gave me. But inevitably, we clashed when I was called upon to play piano while they sang.
Before I could bolt from my place at the piano she had made some tart comment about my playing, something about me being a blind in disguise. I wasn't really listening but I could tell she was only half serious so I countered with something I would rather didn't reach small children's ears. Nobody ever said I was a light upbeat person.
Later when I was retiring to my guest room, I found the stray blocking entrance to my room, claiming she needed to prove something to me.
I don't know how it happened. I don't know why it happened. And I'm certainly not going to claim responsibility for it happening.
I was nineteen-years old, and fairly experienced already. But what Seiya proposed interested me for I was stupid, and curious. And I had never tried it with my same gender.
It was once, it was brief, and I ended up regretting it, because I didn't love Seiya.
She didn't love me either.
The reason I hate her is because she refuses to admit anything about what happened that night. She claims she was practicing her music. Being the stupid nineteen-year old I was, I was upset by the fact she didn't want to admit to it.
Now that I think back on it, we were both entirely too drunk and entirely too stupid.
So there's the truth. Laid onto this piece of paper for only me to see. I will probably burn this paper in a moment, seeking solace. And that probably won't work either.
Now I just have to keep telling myself;
It would have never worked out.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon. Simple as that.
It all began with an innocent question. Usagi was never what I'd call a mean or spiteful person, and I know she didn't intend to sound in any way condescending, but now that I reflect back on it, I would say her voice still held a little bit of disapproval.
"Haruka-san, why don't you like Seiya-kun?"
So simple. Such an easy question for her to ask. No masked implications, simply resigned curiosity.
"She's not from this solar system. Her and those other (I mentally added cross-dressing here) Starlight's could be a threat to you. My job is to protect this solar system from foreign invaders. She qualifies."
My answer satisfied her, and she never asked again, but because she brought it up, now I am plagued by the real reason I hate Seiya.
It all started in the silver millennium, in the moon palace before I met Neptune. The famed starlight singers were coming that night to sing. I should have heeded that shudder that ran down my spine when the news was transferred to me.
After dinner at that night's ball, I was drifting from place to place when I met her. Back then she had that same annoying ponytail, only it chopped off at about shoulder-length. I first saw her, Taiki and Yatan up on the stage, singing some poem they had written to a waltz being played. She had locked eyes with me, and quirked a half grin.
As the formal appointment wore on, I tried to ignore the funny feeling she gave me. But inevitably, we clashed when I was called upon to play piano while they sang.
Before I could bolt from my place at the piano she had made some tart comment about my playing, something about me being a blind in disguise. I wasn't really listening but I could tell she was only half serious so I countered with something I would rather didn't reach small children's ears. Nobody ever said I was a light upbeat person.
Later when I was retiring to my guest room, I found the stray blocking entrance to my room, claiming she needed to prove something to me.
I don't know how it happened. I don't know why it happened. And I'm certainly not going to claim responsibility for it happening.
I was nineteen-years old, and fairly experienced already. But what Seiya proposed interested me for I was stupid, and curious. And I had never tried it with my same gender.
It was once, it was brief, and I ended up regretting it, because I didn't love Seiya.
She didn't love me either.
The reason I hate her is because she refuses to admit anything about what happened that night. She claims she was practicing her music. Being the stupid nineteen-year old I was, I was upset by the fact she didn't want to admit to it.
Now that I think back on it, we were both entirely too drunk and entirely too stupid.
So there's the truth. Laid onto this piece of paper for only me to see. I will probably burn this paper in a moment, seeking solace. And that probably won't work either.
Now I just have to keep telling myself;
It would have never worked out.