Michiru Kaioh Michiru@tellmeimcute.com
Rating: PG
http://smcollection.www.50Megs.com/index.html
Any comments, suggestions, flames, rants, are always welcome. Though the last
2 will be given the respect they deserve. (read: they will be used for virtual
kitty-litter.)
Note 1: This fic is based on an alternate reality. So if things aren't like
they were in the Anime or Manga, don't freak.
Note 2: Rian is pronounced ree-ann. Nara is pronounced n-ar-ah.
I will be using Rian through out the story and Michiru only when
Haruka is thinking about or talking to her to help avoid confusion.
Standard disclaimers apply. I do not own any rights to Sailor Moon or
any of the characters therein. I am merely borrowing them for a little
while. Now, on to the story!
Windswept Waters
Part 1: Water Meets Air
Lady Nara glanced around the elaborate garden looking for her
daughter. The only hint of her exasperation was the small wrinkle
in the middle of her forehead. This was one of the biggest social
events of the entire year and of course Rian had to dissappear.
She KNEW she had to keep herself neat and be a proper lady in
order to catch herself a husband.
Lady Nara's eyes suddenly stopped over by a bush. She had
seen her daughter's distinctive teal head bent over a ball of
white fluff currently held in some commoner child's hand. As she
stalked over, the two looked up. One with guilty eyes and the other
with fear. She smiled. "Rian you know better than to run off! What
are you doing with this...." her face twisted slightly as she thought
of an appropriate word. "urchin?"
Lady Rian bowed her head, letting her hair obscure her eyes as she
answered her Lady mother in a carefully modulated voice. "I'm sorry Mama.
I saw the kitten and I just wanted to pet her. I didn't get dirty and no
one missed me anyways. I didn't mean to make you worry."
"Stand up straight, don't slouch. If you want a kitten so much," she
turned to the peasant boy-girl-who could tell? Who would CARE? "how much
do you want for that scrawny thing?" Her tone of voice clearly said the
kitten wasn't worth anything, and the child should just GIVE it to Rian
if they knew what was good for them.
"No!" Rian almost clapped her hands over her mouth. She knew better
than to ever contradict her mother, but she couldn't let her take the
kitten away from the other child. It was all they had. "I don't want
THAT one Mama. It's...." she tried to come up with something that would
horrify Lady Nara even as she saw the other child's eyes darken slightly
in anger. "It has FLEAS." She hid a smile of satisfaction as her mother
drew away quickly. "Then get away from it immediately Rian! We're late
to meet our hostess as it is. Come along."
"Yes Mama." As her mother turned away, Rian quickly whispered to
the other child, "I'm sorry, I know she dosen't really have fleas. I
just didn't want Mama to take her away from you." The child slowly
nodded. "Thanks." they said rather stiffly. "What's your name?" Rian
asked, with a quick look to be sure her mother hadn't missed her yet.
"Haruka. What's yours?" by her expression, she knew she wasn't
supposed to ask, and proably wouldn't get an answer. All of the
higher-born had birth names as well as use-names. VERY few ever told
anyone outside their own family their use-names. To be told was a great
honor, it gave the reciever a little bit of power over the teller.
Rian chewed her lip. She wasn't sure why, but this grubby girl
seemed important somehow. Or maybe it was just the thought of what
her mother would do if she ever found out that made her decide.
She grinned and whispered "Michiru." then ran off after her mother.
Leaving a VERY startled girl looking after her.
Rian got to her mother just as she reached the hostess and her son.
She blew her breath out very softly and proceeded to act like the
perfect little lady. Speaking only when spoken to, keeping her eyes
down-cast, and agreeing with anything the hostess or her son said. It
was all so BORING she wanted to yawn, but to do that would earn her
a glare and a lecture so she tried to ignore the world around her until
she could go home.
Rating: PG
http://smcollection.www.50Megs.com/index.html
Any comments, suggestions, flames, rants, are always welcome. Though the last
2 will be given the respect they deserve. (read: they will be used for virtual
kitty-litter.)
Note 1: This fic is based on an alternate reality. So if things aren't like
they were in the Anime or Manga, don't freak.
Note 2: Rian is pronounced ree-ann. Nara is pronounced n-ar-ah.
I will be using Rian through out the story and Michiru only when
Haruka is thinking about or talking to her to help avoid confusion.
Standard disclaimers apply. I do not own any rights to Sailor Moon or
any of the characters therein. I am merely borrowing them for a little
while. Now, on to the story!
Windswept Waters
Part 1: Water Meets Air
Lady Nara glanced around the elaborate garden looking for her
daughter. The only hint of her exasperation was the small wrinkle
in the middle of her forehead. This was one of the biggest social
events of the entire year and of course Rian had to dissappear.
She KNEW she had to keep herself neat and be a proper lady in
order to catch herself a husband.
Lady Nara's eyes suddenly stopped over by a bush. She had
seen her daughter's distinctive teal head bent over a ball of
white fluff currently held in some commoner child's hand. As she
stalked over, the two looked up. One with guilty eyes and the other
with fear. She smiled. "Rian you know better than to run off! What
are you doing with this...." her face twisted slightly as she thought
of an appropriate word. "urchin?"
Lady Rian bowed her head, letting her hair obscure her eyes as she
answered her Lady mother in a carefully modulated voice. "I'm sorry Mama.
I saw the kitten and I just wanted to pet her. I didn't get dirty and no
one missed me anyways. I didn't mean to make you worry."
"Stand up straight, don't slouch. If you want a kitten so much," she
turned to the peasant boy-girl-who could tell? Who would CARE? "how much
do you want for that scrawny thing?" Her tone of voice clearly said the
kitten wasn't worth anything, and the child should just GIVE it to Rian
if they knew what was good for them.
"No!" Rian almost clapped her hands over her mouth. She knew better
than to ever contradict her mother, but she couldn't let her take the
kitten away from the other child. It was all they had. "I don't want
THAT one Mama. It's...." she tried to come up with something that would
horrify Lady Nara even as she saw the other child's eyes darken slightly
in anger. "It has FLEAS." She hid a smile of satisfaction as her mother
drew away quickly. "Then get away from it immediately Rian! We're late
to meet our hostess as it is. Come along."
"Yes Mama." As her mother turned away, Rian quickly whispered to
the other child, "I'm sorry, I know she dosen't really have fleas. I
just didn't want Mama to take her away from you." The child slowly
nodded. "Thanks." they said rather stiffly. "What's your name?" Rian
asked, with a quick look to be sure her mother hadn't missed her yet.
"Haruka. What's yours?" by her expression, she knew she wasn't
supposed to ask, and proably wouldn't get an answer. All of the
higher-born had birth names as well as use-names. VERY few ever told
anyone outside their own family their use-names. To be told was a great
honor, it gave the reciever a little bit of power over the teller.
Rian chewed her lip. She wasn't sure why, but this grubby girl
seemed important somehow. Or maybe it was just the thought of what
her mother would do if she ever found out that made her decide.
She grinned and whispered "Michiru." then ran off after her mother.
Leaving a VERY startled girl looking after her.
Rian got to her mother just as she reached the hostess and her son.
She blew her breath out very softly and proceeded to act like the
perfect little lady. Speaking only when spoken to, keeping her eyes
down-cast, and agreeing with anything the hostess or her son said. It
was all so BORING she wanted to yawn, but to do that would earn her
a glare and a lecture so she tried to ignore the world around her until
she could go home.
