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(Michiru)
I was sitting complacently in the plush cream sofa in the condominium I share with the other two Senshi and was pondering on the idea of punishing the aforementioned wind senshi. Sure she is the fastest runner I know. She is also the fastest in track in field where I have met her for the first time. (and confirmed that she was my destined or so I thought). A mischievous grin appeared on my lips as I carefully mapped the details of the plan that I intend to forego this coming week with regard to the said punishment that Ruka (my nickname to her) and I have agreed upon.
What was done was not really a fault being that am interested in her and the passionate unintentional kiss was not really new to me being that it haunts me in my dreams whenever my mind takes a break from the premonitions of the Silence. That kiss on the parking lot was actually GP than the ones I usually recall on my dreams.
I'm actually peachier that my usual self and it was the break from my sullenness these past few weeks when Haruka and I were indifferent. It seemed that her so-called "mistake" as we refer to it and I fondly. Now I can have an official escort wherever I go. Call him a lackey if you desire for she is my slave….only if for a week.
Out of the blue Haruka appeared in a motocross racecar suit with badges of sponsor logos splattered all over her. Her hair was tousled in a boyish manner on her face and her suit was caked in mud and grease. I grinned at her my eyes twinkling with the prospect of my upcoming punishment. She stopped dead on her track and smiled like a rabbit caught in a lion's den. She immediately ran to her room and shut the door.
Setsuna arrived all of a sudden with a handful of shopping bags from Calvin Klein and Coco Chanel, Vuitton and Ralph Lauren to name a few. She was flustered from the exertion of lugging the shopping bags up to this floor even though she used the elevator.
"Look what I got you Michiru…" she smiled as she flopped at the sofa rummaging on her load.
" Ohmigosh!" I exclaimed in awe. She brought me bathing suits! How thoughtful. I'm touched that she knew!
She took out a motley assortment of bathing suit. She took out a yellow one with frills and a violet halter type one with a belt. It was really gorgeous.
"Well..wouldn't want you to look drabby when we get to Monaco." She said with a wink. A smiled at the thought of the three of us sauntering in the picturesque beach site.
I recognized that this was all Setsuna's way of compensating for the burden that we carry in our hearts. This shopping spree of hers is merely a diversion. Who can even tell if I would have a chance to return to Monaco? The visions of the Chinmoku loomed at our very existence troubling us even in sleep. The dreams of the Silver Millenium were not a comfort either because despite the sultry nights of romance, there were also visions of the war that ended the dynasty.
"By the way where's the ragamuffin person?" she said. "I saw her rushing in I tried to catch up with her but she was fast." Setsuna added with a wink.
"Oh. She's in her room avoiding me.." I said in sing-song voice.
Setsuna entered her room-the Master's bedroom to put her other merchandise and returned with a gorgeous purple tank top with laced 4 inch high stiletto heels. She looked ravishing.
" You look fabulous!" I cried as she made a cat-walk towards me, modeling her outfit.
" She's in the shower..the ragamuffin girl." She winked.
" She's avoiding me because of the punishment." I said.
"Oh..what happened anyway with you guys?" she said as she raided the freezer for some ice cream. She lugged the gallons of ice cream out and began scooping.
"Well…you see…the women population were bugging her so she kissed me so that they would get the idea that she's not available." I said flatly like a reporter.
"Interesting yet not so surprising that she'll do that. Even in the Silver Millenium that was one of her woes. Always being chased by the female population" Setsuna said wistful.
"You remember that!" I said surprised.
"Yes. I'm surprised that I have better reception of the past unlike the two of you…anyway, had the memories flooding back to me when I was three. Anyway, Uranus was so funny back then. She lost her sense of humor somehow." Setsuna trailed on with a thoughtful look in her garnet eyes as she said it.
" really! I think that she still has it..more quirky anyway." I said at the same time Haruka rushed out of her room freshly bathed and refreshed.
" Guess what. I won." She said as she took her cup of ice cream. She swallowed a spoonful. Another reason for her bank account and ego to swell.
"Congratulations, dear." Setsuna said as she leaned comfortably in the sofa beside me. "Ouch my feet hurt." She muttered.
"Sure they will when you keep on torturing them with that killer shoes of yours." Haruka said bluntly pertaining to the aforementioned 4-inch stiletto.
"Dearie…you should have more style." Setsuna said in her sophisticated voice.
"Anyway..you scored well in my pop quiz. Perfect score." She winked at Haruka.
"Really!" she said with a huge grin plastered in her face.
Oh. So not all blondes are dumb.
"Are you busy today?" I said all of a sudden.
" Not really." She said.
"I'm going swimming in the basement. Escort me."
"Uh—okay." She replied.
(Haruka)
Michiru was looking beautiful in her Aphrodite-looking purple bathing suit.
Contrary to her thinking that escorting her is a pain for me, this is far from being a punishment. Contrary to the intended purpose, this is a reward. I settled on the poolside and removed my shoes.
She started doing her laps. I pretended that I was sleeping with my eyes shut but I was really eyeing her as she swam gracefully. She was surely fast. Finished a 100 m lap in 8s. I surveyed her as she swam. Truly water was her element. She was gliding like a mermaid. Unlike other swimmers, she was not breathing as frequently as other swimmers do. As I speak she just returned for her 8th lap. Her stamina was amazing.
Then she stopped. Head down in the water. It has been 2 minutes since she last took her breathe. She looked dead or unconscious lolling in the water. My heart raced. I jumped out of my seat and swam to the water.
"Michiru!" I cried as we emerged from the water. I laid her gently at the pool side. I held on her tightly. I was so worried my eyes were watery. I immediately performed CPR.
When our lips met…she seemed to move. I then felt her hands drape around my neck. I then realized that this is not CPR. Her eyes were closed and I was not blowing air into her mouth but I was kissing her. The good part is that she's kissing me back. There was urgency. Memories flooded me like a forwarded tape. Flashes of roses…of the blue planet earth looming above. The endless galaxy, the stars clearer than what was seen on earth's perspective. Visions of a room with pillars…Castle Miranda…a bed of roses…sweet lips meeting mine as I felt the softness of the grass behind my lover's body. I broke out from my trance all dazed as I began to feel the coldness of the water drenching my white button down shirt.
I could hear her moan as she held me. I could feel her damp hair as I held her close.
Then I stopped. I opened my eyes. Her eyes were still closed. I sat up. She looked so beautiful. She was radiant. Then she opened them.