Michiru Kaioh Michiru@tellmeimcute.com
Rating: PG
http://smcollection.www.50Megs.com/index.html
Hello everyone! Sorry for the delay, I've been really busy lately!
I hope everyone is enjoying this as much as I enjoy writting it! 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.)
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 5: If Looks Could Kill
Michiru sighed softly, tucking a strand of teal hair behind her
ear. The little brat would arrive today. Any minute in fact. That
wasn't all that was bothering her however. Remembering the day in
the garden, her hand crept up, almost touching her lips before she
remembered she wasn't alone and quickly dropped it. She didn't have
to look far to see the tall blonde. Haruka was standing to her left,
and slightly behind her. Her mother was in the courtyard, waiting
for the carriage they could just see coming up the drive.
The carriage pulled to a halt. The horses pulling it were
four matched bays. As the footman held the door open, Michiru got
the first look at her cousin, she'd had in 5 years. She had grown
of course, that was to be expected. But, she was pretty. No, she
had to be honest with herself. She was beautiful. Long pale blonde
hair that reached just past her waist, startling violet eyes. Delicate,
slender, the image of every mans dream.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Haruka's expression. Why it
bothered her that she stared at Amber, she wasn't sure, or in any case,
she did not wish to think about it right now. It just did.
"Rowan I am so glad you could visit. I'm sure you remember my
daughter Rian."
Rowan smiled sweetly up at Michiru, her face the expression of
innocence. "Of course Aunt Nara. We had such fun the last time I was
here. I am so sorry I have not been able to visit more often. But I
am sure we will still be the best of friends."
Michiru tried not to gag. Smiling for her mother's benefit, she
turned towards her cousin. "Come on, I'll show you to your rooms. I'm
sure you'll want to freshen up after the long ride."
As Rowan followed Michiru up the stairs, she took a moment to
examine the blonde who followed them. She found him much to her
liking. *I saw how you watched me handsome, you will not easily
continue to ignore me. I promise you that.*
* * * * * * * *
Michiru was slowly going crazy. Having Amber here was even WORSE
than she had imagined! Everywhere she went, Amber was sure to show up.
That wasn't even the worst part. She chewed her lip, they were walking
through the gardens, hoping Amber wouldn't find them. The worst part
was, Amber seemed to be bending over backwards to get, and keep, Haruka's
attention. Though to be fair, Haruka was doing her best to discourage
her.
"Michiru," Haruka said, reaching out to touch her shoulder. "What
is bothering you? Does she really bother you that much?"
Amber had been about to walk up to them, to try once again to
attract Haruka's attention, when she heard him speak. Thinking she
might learn something helpful, she ducked around a bush, peering
from between the leaves.
Michiru sighed softly, turning to look up at her companion.
"It's not her constantly hanging around that's getting to me, though
that IS part of it..." She frowned slightly, a faint blush staining
her cheeks. *How do I tell her the REAL reason Amber bothers me? What
if she dosen't... What if I shock her so she leaves?* She shook her
head.
Haruka gently pushed her down on a bench, sitting beside her.
She noticed it was the same one they had shared a few weeks before.
"Michiru, you know you can tell me anything. I won't laugh, and I
won't hurt you. So tell me what's bothering you."
She looked up, caught for a moment in the cool green gaze of
her best friend's eyes. *She deserves to know....* Dropping her
eyes, she traced patterns on the white marble of the bench.
"She bothers me because... because she keeps trying to hang
all over you." She finished in a rush, eyes still staring fixedly
at the seat of the bench.
Haruka reached out and lifted Michiru's chin with one finger.
"And why does that bother you?"
Michiru felt her face going bright red, she could only shrug
mutely, too embarrassed to speak.
The tall blonde smiled and leaned forward, lightly placing a
kiss, soft as a butterfly's wings, upon her lips. She hoped she had
read Michiru right as to what she would not say, but was still
ready in case she had not, and suddenly pulled away.
Michiru's eyes widened, then hesitantly kissed her back, one
hand reaching up to rest behind the taller girl's neck.
Amber looked at the two angrily. *So THAT is why you ignored
me. NO ONE passes me over for some goody-two-shoes. I wonder how
Aunt Nara would react to her only child being in love with a
commoner?* A smile curved her lips, it was not a nice smile, but
one that promised a world of mischief for the two young lovers.
Flicking her long hair over her shoulder, she turned and traced
her way silently back to the house. And to her Aunt.
Rating: PG
http://smcollection.www.50Megs.com/index.html
Hello everyone! Sorry for the delay, I've been really busy lately!
I hope everyone is enjoying this as much as I enjoy writting it! 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.)
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 5: If Looks Could Kill
Michiru sighed softly, tucking a strand of teal hair behind her
ear. The little brat would arrive today. Any minute in fact. That
wasn't all that was bothering her however. Remembering the day in
the garden, her hand crept up, almost touching her lips before she
remembered she wasn't alone and quickly dropped it. She didn't have
to look far to see the tall blonde. Haruka was standing to her left,
and slightly behind her. Her mother was in the courtyard, waiting
for the carriage they could just see coming up the drive.
The carriage pulled to a halt. The horses pulling it were
four matched bays. As the footman held the door open, Michiru got
the first look at her cousin, she'd had in 5 years. She had grown
of course, that was to be expected. But, she was pretty. No, she
had to be honest with herself. She was beautiful. Long pale blonde
hair that reached just past her waist, startling violet eyes. Delicate,
slender, the image of every mans dream.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Haruka's expression. Why it
bothered her that she stared at Amber, she wasn't sure, or in any case,
she did not wish to think about it right now. It just did.
"Rowan I am so glad you could visit. I'm sure you remember my
daughter Rian."
Rowan smiled sweetly up at Michiru, her face the expression of
innocence. "Of course Aunt Nara. We had such fun the last time I was
here. I am so sorry I have not been able to visit more often. But I
am sure we will still be the best of friends."
Michiru tried not to gag. Smiling for her mother's benefit, she
turned towards her cousin. "Come on, I'll show you to your rooms. I'm
sure you'll want to freshen up after the long ride."
As Rowan followed Michiru up the stairs, she took a moment to
examine the blonde who followed them. She found him much to her
liking. *I saw how you watched me handsome, you will not easily
continue to ignore me. I promise you that.*
* * * * * * * *
Michiru was slowly going crazy. Having Amber here was even WORSE
than she had imagined! Everywhere she went, Amber was sure to show up.
That wasn't even the worst part. She chewed her lip, they were walking
through the gardens, hoping Amber wouldn't find them. The worst part
was, Amber seemed to be bending over backwards to get, and keep, Haruka's
attention. Though to be fair, Haruka was doing her best to discourage
her.
"Michiru," Haruka said, reaching out to touch her shoulder. "What
is bothering you? Does she really bother you that much?"
Amber had been about to walk up to them, to try once again to
attract Haruka's attention, when she heard him speak. Thinking she
might learn something helpful, she ducked around a bush, peering
from between the leaves.
Michiru sighed softly, turning to look up at her companion.
"It's not her constantly hanging around that's getting to me, though
that IS part of it..." She frowned slightly, a faint blush staining
her cheeks. *How do I tell her the REAL reason Amber bothers me? What
if she dosen't... What if I shock her so she leaves?* She shook her
head.
Haruka gently pushed her down on a bench, sitting beside her.
She noticed it was the same one they had shared a few weeks before.
"Michiru, you know you can tell me anything. I won't laugh, and I
won't hurt you. So tell me what's bothering you."
She looked up, caught for a moment in the cool green gaze of
her best friend's eyes. *She deserves to know....* Dropping her
eyes, she traced patterns on the white marble of the bench.
"She bothers me because... because she keeps trying to hang
all over you." She finished in a rush, eyes still staring fixedly
at the seat of the bench.
Haruka reached out and lifted Michiru's chin with one finger.
"And why does that bother you?"
Michiru felt her face going bright red, she could only shrug
mutely, too embarrassed to speak.
The tall blonde smiled and leaned forward, lightly placing a
kiss, soft as a butterfly's wings, upon her lips. She hoped she had
read Michiru right as to what she would not say, but was still
ready in case she had not, and suddenly pulled away.
Michiru's eyes widened, then hesitantly kissed her back, one
hand reaching up to rest behind the taller girl's neck.
Amber looked at the two angrily. *So THAT is why you ignored
me. NO ONE passes me over for some goody-two-shoes. I wonder how
Aunt Nara would react to her only child being in love with a
commoner?* A smile curved her lips, it was not a nice smile, but
one that promised a world of mischief for the two young lovers.
Flicking her long hair over her shoulder, she turned and traced
her way silently back to the house. And to her Aunt.
