Author : sKiTzO sHy VioLeT
Rating : R
Summary : Haruka reflects on how Michiru wound up in the hospital and prays she'll live.
Disclaimer : Wow, I keep forgetting to put these. I don't own anything.
Author's Note : The song in this fic doesn't belong to me. It's written and sung by Ani DiFranco, the most kick singer out there. If you haven't already heard her, do it!
Author's Note 2: Since this song takes place in America, I decided the fic would too... yeah, yeah I know, America is so for Sailor Moon, but shhh... And no, this isn't dubbed version Sailor Moon so homophobes turn back now.
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Jesus Christ, I hope she lives.
I only get to see her an hour at a time. Then I have to wait another two hours till the next time I can see her. Two hours, hell. It might as well be an eternity the way it feels.
My last visit was how long ago? Ten minutes! Shit! It seems like two hours already! I put my head in my hands and make a frustrated sound deep down in my throat. I know I'm getting a few stares, but screw them. They don't know Michiru. Not like I do.
Michiru is my angel, my love. We were made for each other. She was sent to me directly from the heavens.
But along the way she was intercepted.
And now she's in the hospital because of that.
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You were fresh off the boat from Virginia
I had a year in New York City under my belt
We met in a dream, we were both nineteen
I remember where we were standing
I remember how it felt
I rested my head on the back of my chair and sighed, closing my eyes. I can't believe she kicked me out. I scowled. My own mother! Just because I'm a lesbian!
I opened my eyes and looked out the window. We hadn't taken off yet and I just watched the people driving around those stupid luggage carts.
Why can't life be as simple as that? I mean, what thought is put into driving luggage around? All you need to know is how and where to drive. The rest is just... Nothing... That's what life *should* be like. None of these bumps in the road that cause all the suitcases to fly everywhere and the contents to spill out so you don't know what goes where. In the end you wind up shoving some bra in some guy's suitcase causing his wife to start yelling and screaming.
I sighed. It's like they say: Life's a bitch and then you die.
You just can't win....
"Is this seat taken?"
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To be continued....