Disclaimer : I don't have any rights over characters from Sailor Moon but I Do own this story plot.
A/N : How long has it been? 3 years maybe 4? I can't remember how long since I felt like writing anything, I guess I was busy living the RL but hopefully I will be able to put down in writing this plot that has been roaming my head for a while now. I can't promise chapters every day but I will try to deliver once a week. I don't expect this story to be too long but I do hope this is the first of a new series of stories. Thanks to every one of my readers that even to this date keep sending me pm's and reviews. I hope you enjoy and please leave your reviews they keep me fueled.
Forget me not
Chapter 1
Another day breaking on the horizon, Michiru looked out the window; on the distance she could see the ocean. How she longed to be there, she had always wanted a house by the sea. She was a beautiful girl, tall and slender, her hips round and firm, her long hair falling down to the middle of her back in beautiful locks. After sipping her cup of tea slowly, she sat in front of the vanity mirror and started brushing her beautiful aqua colored hair.
Maybe today would be a good day after all, the sun was up and everyday was an opportunity, everyday she could just try and start again. She smiled to herself and placed the brush down right before a loud sound came from the other room, then again that new start wasn't going to come that day. "So much for good day" She could hear now the familiar sound of objects breaking and canvas being ripped apart. She lazily got up off the tuffet and got dressed. While still buttoning up her sweater she walked into the other room. "Good morning Claire"
Claire, a tall brunette with her hair tied up in a pony tail and piercing black eyes looked back at her, her face had paint smudges and she appeared to be in a terrible mood. "Does this looks like a good day to you Michiru?" Michiru didn't answer back, she just crouched to pick up the scattered paint brushes and pieces of glass of the floor, wincing as a small glass shard pierced her skin and she brought it to her mouth to suck the wound gently. Claire looked at her with exasperation. "Does it?"
"Does it what?" Michiru placed the battered looking paint brushes on the table, still looking at her bleeding finger.
"Does it looks like a good day to you! Are you stupid or just ignoring me?" Michiru sighed softly.
"I guess not. But breaking your art supplies won't get you anywhere."
"Stop talking to me like that" Claire grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her close.
"You are hurting me" Michiru winced as Claire grip grew stronger. "I'm sorry" She let her go and Michiru backed away a few steps.
"Why do you always have to be against me Michiru? Always talking back, always lecturing me, you make me hurt you, do you think I like hurting you?" Claire stepped closer to her and caresses her cheek, Michiru tried not to back from the caress knowing that would only irritate Claire more.
"I'm sorry" I'm sorry, I'm sorry , her life nowadays was filled with apologies for things she knew weren't her fault, but tired of fighting, it was just easier this way.
"My brushes are no good, I need new ones"
"New brushes? But we just got you paint last week there is no money…"
"Paint! I don't need fucking paint Michiru! I need brushes!"
"And I need to pay the rent, and buy food" "I get paid next week Claire…"
"Today Michiru! I know you have money hidden somewhere don't you honey?" How easily could she change her tone from menacing to velvety, almost like a purr on Michiru's ear.
"I have to pay the rent Claire" She had to stay firm, it was easy to be lenient with Claire just not to fight her but it was the middle of the winter and the perspective of being homeless was a good reason to stand firm on this one.
"You know how I feel about this Michiru, don't you? Art is my life, it used to be yours too, of course now you don't give a damn! You rather go out every day and shake that ass of yours for tips"
It was true, art used to be her life, until the fog of the honeymoon was over and she realized someone had to pay for rent and food, Claire was so temperamental when it came to her paintings that they had lost lots of deals, now Michiru was stuck as a waitress in a café scratching everyday's bread in 10 hour shifts, this was so unbearable, she was tired of Claire, of her bad temper, her mood swings and her jealousy this morning fight turning into an everyday routine, it was hard to remember a time when they didn't fight all the time , and yet she was still in love … or wasn't she? Not too long ago she had left everything behind for Claire, swearing she would never come back, feeling so in love … where was that feeling now? "I don't shake my ass for tips! I am a waitress in a lunch café don't be ridiculous" She felt the slap across her face like a bucket of cold water. Michiru touched her cheek with disbelief.
"Now you're happy aren't you? I'm the bad one again, you made me hurt you and I am the villain of your story" Brushing the locks of hair off her face Michiru walked past Claire and head for the coat rack. "Oh you can't walk away from me, Michiru, where the hell are you going?"
Michiru buttoned up her coat, a beautiful white coat, keepsake of a better time, one of the many things she couldn't afford anymore, and wore her knee high boots, swallowing down the tears that fight to escape Michiru looked back at Claire. "I am going to get those brushes you want." Slamming the door behind her she walked along the street, the cold biting her face. "God I Hate the winter" Rummaging through her pockets she realized her mittens and hat where back at home, so was her purse. "Damn it!" Could this day get any worse? The tears won the battle and Michiru could feel them freezing along her cheeks, it was really cold outside, but it was even colder inside her.
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"Morning Haruka" Haruka raised her eyes from the car she was working on to see the UPS delivery girl smiling at her, as usual the girl had 'accidentally' unzipped her coat and unbuttoned her shirt. She smiled at her and wiped the grease off her hands.
"How's your day going Akimi?" The little blonde girl smiled, and leaned slightly.
"The weather is terrible, cold as hell, the roads are icy, but somehow here it feels so much warmer…" Haruka smiled and signing the invoice she gave it back to the little blonde.
"Be careful on the road then"
The UPS girl smiled and battered her eyelashes softly. "You too" She walked away swaying her curvy hips, Haruka looked at her amused, well maybe one of these days she would accept that delivery package.
She looked outside the window, it was a perfect sunny day, which meant it was quite cold outside ironically, the street looked icy and it was probably best to finish early and leave before the roads got worse. Before going thought she should sprinkle salt outside, the last thing she needed was somebody suing her ass for negligence. As she was carrying the sack of salt, she saw her through the window, a mass of aqua colored curls dancing in the wind, the girl seemed to be talking to herself , Haruka noticed how fair and white her skin looked and how beautiful her eyes were but before she could saw anymore the girl seemed to vanish on thin air. "Huh?"
Michiru kept her hands on her pockets in an attempt to keep them warm, she had no idea how she was going to get those damn brushes. Talking to herself wasn't going to help for sure, at least the store was just across the street, but just as she was going to cross the street she stepped on black ice and slipped, she saw herself falling and before she could stop her fall she felt her head hitting the pavement and it all went black.
-0-0-
A throbbing headache was all she could feel, she touched the bump on her head and winced. "Owwww" She opened her eyes and found herself on room she had never seen before.
"You're awake." A strange but attractive voice caught her attention; she looked to her side and found a smiling blonde looking back at her, her short hair framing a beautiful face and a pair of sparkling blue eyes. "Thank God I was so worried."
"I… what happened?"
"You slipped and hit your head, you were unconscious until now."
"I can't remember, actually…" She looked again at the blonde trying to match her face with a name. "I don't remember much… have we met before?"
"Oh no, look at me forgetting my manners, I'm Haruka Tenoh, we haven't met before. I was the one who brought you to the hospital."
"Nice to meet you Haruka." She smiled "I'm … I'm... oh" She touched the bandages around her head, such a headache, everything seemed so fuzzy. "I can't remember" Couldn't she? Michiru looked down at her hands trying hard to remember anything at all. "I …"
Haruka looked at the little girl, and hold her hand softly. "Don't worry, I'm here and you're safe." Michiru started crying softly, who was she? And where was she? And why did she want to believe so badly that she was safe around this girl she barely knew? "The doctor said it was possible you could have some amnesia, but just for a while… hopefully"
"Amnesia?" "I… oh "Michiru cried a bit harder, what was she going to do now?