Discalimer: Haruka and Michiru and all Sailor Moon characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi. Everything else belongs to me. Please do not steal!
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(edited! If you wanna read, go to blog. If not, let's just say someone had an interesting dream...)
She jolted up in the bed, breathing heavenly and blinking, trying to orientate herself as her eyes registered the familiar surroundings of her own room. A shaky, heavy moan escaping her parted, gasping lips, and that same strange feeling from her dream still lingering on some lower regions of her body. A frown coming to her features, her hands tightly grabbing the sheets around her as she pressed her legs together, mortified.
"Shit!" she mumbled, embarrassed beyond words as her mind told her what that tingling feeling in between her legs meant.
She was aroused.
She had just had a very vivid, very passionate dream, and now she was left gasping and breathing heavily in her own bed, sexually aroused because of a dream. Her cheeks burnt red when she wondered if maybe she had moaned out in her sleep, and if anyone had heard her.
She groaned, mortified, falling down back on the bed and turning to her side, curling up into a ball and covering her embarrassed, aroused self with the sheets, all the way up to her head. She had no experience in the area, and never really felt her own body -or mind, for that matter- react towards someone on that sense, yet she knew, without a doubt, that dream had definitively turned her on.
Big time.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm down and cool off her suddenly ardent body, as several different things came rushing to her mind.
This dream had been different than all her previous ones. The ones about the destruction, the silence, the end of the world, those quite terrifying dreams always felt more like a revelation of some sort rather than actual dreams. But this one had been not only of an entirely different nature, but it had also felt entirely different. It was not a revelation or a vision, and it was not a dream either. Somehow, she just knew, with a surprising certainty, that it was a memory.
Then there was the matter of her mysterious lover. She hadn't seen a face, or any other part of her lover's anatomy for that matter, yet she knew it had been a woman. The still lingering feeling of breasts, nipples hard and erect brushing against her own was obvious enough, and as the memory invaded her, making her shiver in response, she buried her redden face into her pillow; a mix between a groan and a moan, muffled, escaping her. In her dream, she had been pretty much sexually assaulted by another woman.
She frowned at that. Maybe assaulted wasn't the right word. She had been quite willing and consenting...
The fact that it has been a woman, which may quite possibly mean she was a lesbian, considering her own body's reaction to this particular dream, wasn't as surprising as the dream in itself. Actually, this mysterious lover of hers being a woman kind of explained a few things. Like, why she had never really been even remotely interested in guys ever before. But then again, she had never really been interested in girls either. Sure, she would notice them, their beauty and general looks, but never really going as far as to actually notice them in a less chaste way. So maybe it wasn't a matter of her being gay or not, and it had more to do with this particular woman, specifically. A woman who's face she hadn't seen, of whom she knew nothing of.
She frowned at that, turning around to lay on her back, sprawled over the mattress. She didn't particularly mind about whether she was gay or not. If she was, she was, if she wasn't, then she wasn't. She was not about to censored herself, and until she had some sort of experience, one way or the other, and out in the real world, that would give her a more clear idea of who she was regarding her sexual identity, she wasn't going to mull over that particular matter. She was young, and she knew it was only natural to go into that discovering oneself phase sooner or later.
But the part about not knowing anything about this lover of hers was not quite accurate. She could clearly hear herself calling out to this mysterious woman. And really, if others called her Uranus on these strange dreams, visions, or whatever they were of hers, then this woman's name being Neptune was really not that odd.
Which led her to another -less erotic- thought. In this dream of hers, the stars had seemed way too bright. Way too close. And though she wasn't much into astronomy, she was sure there was no place on earth the stars would look that big, bright and close. And she knew for a fact Earth had no rings, either. How she knew what those rocky, icy looking particles she had seen in her dream during her -rather exploding- release were, was beyond her, but somehow, and just as she knew this wasn't just a dream, she knew those things were rings.
Planetary rings.
Whenever that passionate encounter had occurred, it had happened in the outer space.
Raising a hand up and massaging her temples, she hummed to herself in a thoughtful manner. These strange visions of hers kept on getting weirder and weirder. Because, really, life -and civilization- in another planets? How weird was that? Again, she wasn't exactly lectured on astronomy, but she knew such thing has never been proven so far, and expeditions to other planets had proven fruitless on that particular area. And yet she knew, she had been, at some point in some far off past life, out in the outer space.
Having sex with a woman, in another planet. If that wasn't an all time first, then she didn't know what was.
Blushing yet again at her own thoughts, at the memories rushing right back to her mind and at her body reacting to said images, she groaned, pushing said thoughts and images out of her head. Forcing her foggy, still embarrassed and still kind of aroused self to think straight, she searched through her mind, trying to recall which planets had rings.
Saturn was the first one that came to mind. It was, as far as she knew, the one planet with the most notorious, famous rings. But somehow it didn't feel quite right, and she was sure Uranus, Neptune, and even Jupiter had rings as well. Not really having anything else to go by than that, she scratched the remaining five planets off the list. And considering she was supposed to be or represent Uranus, and this lover of hers Neptune, having been in one or the other didn't seem that off.
Uranus and Neptune.
That had to mean something. She just didn't know what. Though obviously following after the celestial bodies out there, she knew this entire thing -whatever it was- wasn't directly linked to said planets. At least not in the strictly astronomical sense. Maybe it had something to do with mythology; an idea she had already looked into, and yet that didn't feel quite right either.
Uranus. Caelus. God of the skies, father of Cronus and grandfather of Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, Demeter, Hera... She knew the myths. And they felt just like that; myths. Anything and everything that had something to do with mythology felt like nothing more than make believes and explanations of ancient civilizations. As fascinating as she may find said stories, she had a feeling those were far from whatever truth these dreams of hers held.
The god of the skies part did feel a bit more accurate, though. She had always felt some sort of connection to the skies, to the wind. So maybe these myths were variations of an even more ancient history. Mouth to mouth tales that had somehow mutated into what the modern world knew about Greece and Rome and old, ancient religions. And it wasn't such a crazy thought, either; religions were pretty much created by men, passed mouth to mouth through generations. Variations, omissions, and changes that would serve those with power were doomed to happened. And maybe because of these variations, this ancient era in which such things as life in other planets was possible and quite real had never reached modern times.
It was a wild guess, and she knew it. But it seemed plausible.
Turning to her side again, she hugged her pillow, letting out a tired sigh. She really didn't have much to go by this far. All she had were feelings and conjectures and vague ideas, and she knew that was nowhere near enough to even begin to understand. It felt as if this past life of hers had a conscience of its own, and it was slowly but surely readying her. And it was the still unanswered question of to exactly what she needed to be ready for what bugged her. Because, whatever it was, whatever this coming Silence really meant and what role she was supposed to play in all of it, she knew, it was some major, life changing event.
And she seriously wondered if she was ready to face that. If she would ever be ready for it.
As her sleepy, tired mind drifted off to dreamland, she held her pillow tighter, suddenly very aware of how empty and cold her bed felt.
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A.N.: Sorry for the shorty! It felt wrong to make it longer "just because"
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About the religions bit. It's not a questioning about faith and each religions' believes in themselves, but rather a questioning on the religion per say. Faith and religion are not the same thing (imo). Based on faith and or certain believes that you may or may not agree with or believe in, religions are human constructions. All of them. And before the Bible, or the Torah, or any other sacred book finally came to be written, the stories they held were told mouth to mouth from generation to generation. So yeah, I do believe some changes had been made during the passing centuries (whether if you want to think said changes were intentional or not, I'll leave that one up to you).
Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm gonna burn down in hell for the rest of all eternity for ever thinking that. Heard that one before. Sorry for having my own theories about "unquestionable, absolute truths"...
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FaintFiction: the Ferrari F512M or Testarossa (1984-1996) was pointed to be Haruka's (and Takeuchi's) favorite car. The 550 Maranello proceeded it (1996-2001), and then the 575 (2002-2006), and then finally the 559 GTB (2006-present). I tried to do a little update to her favorite car while staying true to the tastes. It had to be a Ferrari. I just did a little research. And yeah, that is a hot looking car…
Oh god… my first fics… I think I said this to someone already. I should probably re-read them and at least fix a few spelling/grammar mistakes. The reason why I don't do that is because I know I'll be tempted to re-write more than just one paragraph, and I have enough stories to work on as it is. Besides, those were my first stories, and I am a bit of a sentimental…. But thanks a lot for the compliment! *blushes* I know it's silly, but it means a lot to me
PurpleIzzy: wait… Haruka was not fantasizing about Michiru on last chap! She was drooling over a Ferrari! Not that I blame her, I mean, it is a Ferrari… don't know much about cars, and I kinda like Porsche better, but even *I* can see that car is a beauty. And Haruka being the car-lover she is… it felt only natural, for her to be like that and fantasize about getting her dream car. She's just about to get started on working in her racing career, so you know, she's all greedy and excited. And yeah, there's gonna be some teasing as they get to know one another and get more comfortable around each other… *grins* I'm setting the grounds, here, but it's gonna take a little while longer for the both of them to start openly daydreaming about the other *wink*
ReaderMarz: I do believe it's a 'classic Haruka' moment. I mean, the girl has a thing for cars, we all know that. The way I see her, she has 2 big, huge passions in her life: cars, and Michiru. But she's not quite aware of Michi being such an important part of her life quite yet, so that leaves our lovely blonde to dedicate her drooling time to cars :D
SeraEris: *rolls in the love* Sorry, babe, you're gonna have to wait for that one
petiyaka: my lips are sealed