Chapter 2
Haruka wondered, sometimes, what it would be like if she weren't with Michiru. Would she feel voided? Or would she feel more fulfilled. For all that Michiru gave, she took. For all that she took, she seemed to give back. Haruka didn't know how to feel. It wasn't guilt that plagued her mind, it was confusion about the many situations that occurred in the short amount of time that they did.
Now the blonde-haired girl sat, Indian-style, in Usagi's bed as the younger girl shifted through her closet for something to wear. The wind goddess smiled softly as Usagi's innocence and naiveté only made her more desirable. Usagi's purity was something she wanted to preserve, not corrupt.
"I don't get it, Haruka... what exactly do I wear to one of these races?" Usagi held up a sundress and a white T-shirt.
Haruka's face seemed more puzzled than Usagi's. Usually, Michiru would wear a sundress, but then men would gawk at her and make comments. Haruka spent hours fighting men that looked the wrong way at Michiru. "Wear the sundress." Hey, she never said it wasn't fun...
Silently sitting in front of Haruka, Usagi pulled her hair out of her dress and handed Haruka the brush. "What does Michiru have to say about me joining you for this race?"
Haruka tossed the brush aside and wrapped her arms around Usagi's shoulders. "She said 'Have fun' and walked away with a new paint set."
Usagi looked considerate and then picked up the brush, "I always thought her to be the jealous type." She pressed it back in Haruka's hands and narrowed her eyes.
"She said 'Have fun' and STORMED away with a new paint set." Haruka corrected herself and smiled softly.
Usagi's eyes turned to the sky as she begged any god listening to keep Michiru from killing her one of these days.
"And Mamoru?" Haruka ran the brush through the girl's hair idly.
"He's none the wiser..." Usagi sounded sad.
Haruka placed the brush down, gently. "I'm not making you do anything you don't want to do, am I?"
Usagi spun around and locked eyes with Haruka. "Of course not, baka. I just... he just... you and I both know this is wrong, us being two mature young adults..."
"In love." Haruka added.
"Granted," Usagi began again "The future has already shown itself. You know who I become and who I stay with."
"The future doesn't show what's behind the scenes, or they'd show Setsuna fucking your husband." Haruka raised a brow.
Usagi's brow furrowed as she glared at Haruka and pushed her away playfully. "You're absolutely terrible, sometimes."
Haruka caught the girl's hands. "I know. Let's go before I'm late."
The two girls left the room, but not before indulging in a good-luck kiss.
One wonders how this all came to be. Haruka and Usagi in unison.
................
A lavender-haired angel perched upon a cloud to recap the love of Usagi and Haruka in verse. The angel's eyes shone brilliant, as her fanged grin was meant to comfort and not intimidate.
"A night so cloudy that one could not see the moon was a night for lustful sin to take birth."
She relaxed her wings and gazed out into the night.
"Birth it did take, once darkened souls did wander from home. Fair Usagi and Lady Haruka, both distressed, met where only two may be at once."
.................
Three nights ago...
Haruka let the door slam behind her on purpose as Michiru remained in the same cross-legged position that Haruka had stormed out on her on. The two woman had a quiet argument about Haruka's hot temper whenever Seiya came over for tea. Michiru and Seiya agreed to collaborate on a song for a concert they were both featuring. At first, Haruka watched him like a hawk. Then her bitter resentment for Seiya welled up inside of her enough that she threw him out before he could wrap his arms around Michiru's waist once more to show her how to waltz. That wasn't what he was here for.
Michiru refused to say more than two words an hour to Haruka. The women had no hostility between them, but they were accustomed to these being the worst kind of fights. Haruka told Michiru that she wanted to exercise for a while and Michiru didn't hesitate to point the door out to her.
Usagi pulled her shoes back on and left Mamoru's apartment the same time she did every other night. He'd fallen asleep, leaving her frustrated and bored. She strolled down the darkened streets, hoping to clear her mind. She was sleepy. She's always sleepy. Usagi hummed to herself as she strolled down the street casually.
Haruka cut a corner too short while running, and Usagi got thrown back by a tall runner.
The two women toppled over and got up quickly to apologize.
"I'm sorry! It's my fault!" Haruka scattered around to pick up Usagi's belongings when she came across a notebook with a picture of a bunny drawn on the cover. "Tsukino Usagi" etched in next to the bunny.
Usagi muffled a giggle as Haruka slowly raised her blue-green eyes to look at the younger girl.
"Koneko! Why are you out so late?" The taller girl handed the shorter girl her book.
"I was on my way home from Mamo-chan's." Usagi took the book and tucked it under her arm. "He fell asleep. I think I bore him."
"Perhaps, you do talk a lot." Haruka was no comfort.
Usagi glared at Haruka "How can you say that! I'm very fun! I always have fun! I always know how to make people have fun, too!" Usagi stomped.
Haruka laughed out loud as Usagi threw a tantrum in the street. "How so, Koneko? How do you have fun and make others have fun too?" She stepped closer to the girl.
Usagi played with the tips of her hair and blushed, aware of Haruka's closeness. "Well I..." she twirled her hair around her fingers and looked totally blank. "I just do!" She tiptoed so that she didn't seem so short to Haruka.
"Can I walk you home? It's late."
"Sure." Usagi felt better with the company. She'd been feeling pent up since Mamoru was worrying about his school work more and paying less and less attention to her. The moon princess started to wonder if it were something she was doing wrong, but he assured her that all it was, was just studying to keep his grades up. She was feeling a little neglected, a little tired and VERY heated. Never factoring Haruka into a way to relieve herself, it came as an electric jolt to her mind to imagine herself being entangled with Haruka - though the idea didn't seem so bad. She could be a bad girl, too. After a bit of walking Usagi stopped and looked at Haruka with a bit of loneliness in her eyes. "I'm thirsty, can't we stop and get something to drink?"
"Koneko... why stop now?" Haruka tried not to laugh.
"What's so funny now?" Usagi put her hands on her hips with a bit of disgust. She was starting to not want to tempt Haruka tonight.
"We're standing in front of your house. Why don't you just make tea?" Haruka pointed her hand straight out from her side and laughed.
Usagi's face turned bright red. "Oh... OK. Why don't you come in and have some?" she offered.
"Thanks. I need to cool off since I've been running for hours." The taller girl opened the gate for Usagi.
The elegant racer wrapped her long, slender fingers around the cup of iced tea and watched as the ice cubes slowly melted in the glass. Dew trickled down and collected around her fingers as she sighed slowly, trying to toss aside her ill feelings towards Michiru, and worse, her growing desire to reach out and touch Usagi.
Usagi sit, nibbling her bottom lip idly and trying to think of ways to get the temptation of touching Haruka off her mind. She'd come to the conclusion that it was a bad idea to lure Haruka into such a bad situation. Michiru was her mentor, she didn't want to hurt her.
Haruka sighed slowly, allowing the collected dew to run down the glass and create a small puddle at the base of the cup. "This is fun, ne?" Haruka smiled slightly and drew her finger around in circles in the puddle of water.
The young girl looked up from her tea and smiled softly. "Come upstairs and we'll listen to some music, or something."
"Or something..." Haruka repeated.
Haruka spread out across Usagi's bed and tried her best to read the magazine upside-down as Usagi would read and giggle every so often. She lost interest in the article and took to playing with the tips of Usagi's hair. It was entertaining until Usagi rest her hand over the girl's and pushed it down.
"You know I didn't ask you here just for tea..." Usagi blushed.
"Why so honest?" Haruka took curiosity in Usagi's expression.
"Because I know I'm not going to go through with it. I love Mamoru and you love Michiru." Usagi detangled her hair from Haruka's fingers and threw it over her shoulder.
"I see, well thank you for being honest, Koneko." Haruka spoke softly. "I should go for the night. I'm sure Michiru's tired of not having someone to not talk to." The blonde girl stood to leave.
"But I want to go through with it..." was Usagi's only response.
Haruka looked over her shoulder, but said nothing.
"Because it's something I've wanted to go through with for a long time." She sat on the edge of the bed and unbuttoned her shirt. Slipping it off her shoulders, she inhaled then slowly exhaled.
Haruka turned completely to take in Usagi's perfection. Slowly lowering herself into a sitting position, she leaned in to gently kiss Usagi's lips. She paused before she reached the girl's lips and let Usagi's staggering breath brush pass her own lips, heightening her senses. Haruka lowered the girl onto the bed as the only candle in the room flickered and blew out.
End of Ch. 2
Author's Notes: Observe the lavender verse angel. I threw her in there to kinda summarize things that will happen, but won't be fully developed. She speaks in a form of verse. Kinda like modern Shakespearean speech or some junk. She'll be introduced everytime she speaks so you know it's part of the story that needs to be considered.
Haruka wondered, sometimes, what it would be like if she weren't with Michiru. Would she feel voided? Or would she feel more fulfilled. For all that Michiru gave, she took. For all that she took, she seemed to give back. Haruka didn't know how to feel. It wasn't guilt that plagued her mind, it was confusion about the many situations that occurred in the short amount of time that they did.
Now the blonde-haired girl sat, Indian-style, in Usagi's bed as the younger girl shifted through her closet for something to wear. The wind goddess smiled softly as Usagi's innocence and naiveté only made her more desirable. Usagi's purity was something she wanted to preserve, not corrupt.
"I don't get it, Haruka... what exactly do I wear to one of these races?" Usagi held up a sundress and a white T-shirt.
Haruka's face seemed more puzzled than Usagi's. Usually, Michiru would wear a sundress, but then men would gawk at her and make comments. Haruka spent hours fighting men that looked the wrong way at Michiru. "Wear the sundress." Hey, she never said it wasn't fun...
Silently sitting in front of Haruka, Usagi pulled her hair out of her dress and handed Haruka the brush. "What does Michiru have to say about me joining you for this race?"
Haruka tossed the brush aside and wrapped her arms around Usagi's shoulders. "She said 'Have fun' and walked away with a new paint set."
Usagi looked considerate and then picked up the brush, "I always thought her to be the jealous type." She pressed it back in Haruka's hands and narrowed her eyes.
"She said 'Have fun' and STORMED away with a new paint set." Haruka corrected herself and smiled softly.
Usagi's eyes turned to the sky as she begged any god listening to keep Michiru from killing her one of these days.
"And Mamoru?" Haruka ran the brush through the girl's hair idly.
"He's none the wiser..." Usagi sounded sad.
Haruka placed the brush down, gently. "I'm not making you do anything you don't want to do, am I?"
Usagi spun around and locked eyes with Haruka. "Of course not, baka. I just... he just... you and I both know this is wrong, us being two mature young adults..."
"In love." Haruka added.
"Granted," Usagi began again "The future has already shown itself. You know who I become and who I stay with."
"The future doesn't show what's behind the scenes, or they'd show Setsuna fucking your husband." Haruka raised a brow.
Usagi's brow furrowed as she glared at Haruka and pushed her away playfully. "You're absolutely terrible, sometimes."
Haruka caught the girl's hands. "I know. Let's go before I'm late."
The two girls left the room, but not before indulging in a good-luck kiss.
One wonders how this all came to be. Haruka and Usagi in unison.
................
A lavender-haired angel perched upon a cloud to recap the love of Usagi and Haruka in verse. The angel's eyes shone brilliant, as her fanged grin was meant to comfort and not intimidate.
"A night so cloudy that one could not see the moon was a night for lustful sin to take birth."
She relaxed her wings and gazed out into the night.
"Birth it did take, once darkened souls did wander from home. Fair Usagi and Lady Haruka, both distressed, met where only two may be at once."
.................
Three nights ago...
Haruka let the door slam behind her on purpose as Michiru remained in the same cross-legged position that Haruka had stormed out on her on. The two woman had a quiet argument about Haruka's hot temper whenever Seiya came over for tea. Michiru and Seiya agreed to collaborate on a song for a concert they were both featuring. At first, Haruka watched him like a hawk. Then her bitter resentment for Seiya welled up inside of her enough that she threw him out before he could wrap his arms around Michiru's waist once more to show her how to waltz. That wasn't what he was here for.
Michiru refused to say more than two words an hour to Haruka. The women had no hostility between them, but they were accustomed to these being the worst kind of fights. Haruka told Michiru that she wanted to exercise for a while and Michiru didn't hesitate to point the door out to her.
Usagi pulled her shoes back on and left Mamoru's apartment the same time she did every other night. He'd fallen asleep, leaving her frustrated and bored. She strolled down the darkened streets, hoping to clear her mind. She was sleepy. She's always sleepy. Usagi hummed to herself as she strolled down the street casually.
Haruka cut a corner too short while running, and Usagi got thrown back by a tall runner.
The two women toppled over and got up quickly to apologize.
"I'm sorry! It's my fault!" Haruka scattered around to pick up Usagi's belongings when she came across a notebook with a picture of a bunny drawn on the cover. "Tsukino Usagi" etched in next to the bunny.
Usagi muffled a giggle as Haruka slowly raised her blue-green eyes to look at the younger girl.
"Koneko! Why are you out so late?" The taller girl handed the shorter girl her book.
"I was on my way home from Mamo-chan's." Usagi took the book and tucked it under her arm. "He fell asleep. I think I bore him."
"Perhaps, you do talk a lot." Haruka was no comfort.
Usagi glared at Haruka "How can you say that! I'm very fun! I always have fun! I always know how to make people have fun, too!" Usagi stomped.
Haruka laughed out loud as Usagi threw a tantrum in the street. "How so, Koneko? How do you have fun and make others have fun too?" She stepped closer to the girl.
Usagi played with the tips of her hair and blushed, aware of Haruka's closeness. "Well I..." she twirled her hair around her fingers and looked totally blank. "I just do!" She tiptoed so that she didn't seem so short to Haruka.
"Can I walk you home? It's late."
"Sure." Usagi felt better with the company. She'd been feeling pent up since Mamoru was worrying about his school work more and paying less and less attention to her. The moon princess started to wonder if it were something she was doing wrong, but he assured her that all it was, was just studying to keep his grades up. She was feeling a little neglected, a little tired and VERY heated. Never factoring Haruka into a way to relieve herself, it came as an electric jolt to her mind to imagine herself being entangled with Haruka - though the idea didn't seem so bad. She could be a bad girl, too. After a bit of walking Usagi stopped and looked at Haruka with a bit of loneliness in her eyes. "I'm thirsty, can't we stop and get something to drink?"
"Koneko... why stop now?" Haruka tried not to laugh.
"What's so funny now?" Usagi put her hands on her hips with a bit of disgust. She was starting to not want to tempt Haruka tonight.
"We're standing in front of your house. Why don't you just make tea?" Haruka pointed her hand straight out from her side and laughed.
Usagi's face turned bright red. "Oh... OK. Why don't you come in and have some?" she offered.
"Thanks. I need to cool off since I've been running for hours." The taller girl opened the gate for Usagi.
The elegant racer wrapped her long, slender fingers around the cup of iced tea and watched as the ice cubes slowly melted in the glass. Dew trickled down and collected around her fingers as she sighed slowly, trying to toss aside her ill feelings towards Michiru, and worse, her growing desire to reach out and touch Usagi.
Usagi sit, nibbling her bottom lip idly and trying to think of ways to get the temptation of touching Haruka off her mind. She'd come to the conclusion that it was a bad idea to lure Haruka into such a bad situation. Michiru was her mentor, she didn't want to hurt her.
Haruka sighed slowly, allowing the collected dew to run down the glass and create a small puddle at the base of the cup. "This is fun, ne?" Haruka smiled slightly and drew her finger around in circles in the puddle of water.
The young girl looked up from her tea and smiled softly. "Come upstairs and we'll listen to some music, or something."
"Or something..." Haruka repeated.
Haruka spread out across Usagi's bed and tried her best to read the magazine upside-down as Usagi would read and giggle every so often. She lost interest in the article and took to playing with the tips of Usagi's hair. It was entertaining until Usagi rest her hand over the girl's and pushed it down.
"You know I didn't ask you here just for tea..." Usagi blushed.
"Why so honest?" Haruka took curiosity in Usagi's expression.
"Because I know I'm not going to go through with it. I love Mamoru and you love Michiru." Usagi detangled her hair from Haruka's fingers and threw it over her shoulder.
"I see, well thank you for being honest, Koneko." Haruka spoke softly. "I should go for the night. I'm sure Michiru's tired of not having someone to not talk to." The blonde girl stood to leave.
"But I want to go through with it..." was Usagi's only response.
Haruka looked over her shoulder, but said nothing.
"Because it's something I've wanted to go through with for a long time." She sat on the edge of the bed and unbuttoned her shirt. Slipping it off her shoulders, she inhaled then slowly exhaled.
Haruka turned completely to take in Usagi's perfection. Slowly lowering herself into a sitting position, she leaned in to gently kiss Usagi's lips. She paused before she reached the girl's lips and let Usagi's staggering breath brush pass her own lips, heightening her senses. Haruka lowered the girl onto the bed as the only candle in the room flickered and blew out.
End of Ch. 2
Author's Notes: Observe the lavender verse angel. I threw her in there to kinda summarize things that will happen, but won't be fully developed. She speaks in a form of verse. Kinda like modern Shakespearean speech or some junk. She'll be introduced everytime she speaks so you know it's part of the story that needs to be considered.