This is a death fic,
*Note Sailor Moon is not owned by me, I do not own any of the characters! Naoko Takechui created
Sailor Moon and has all rights to it.*
As I looked down at my love I felt an over-coming saddness. "Michiru-chan!" I yelled.
"Haruka-chan, please, raise Hotaru into a beautiful woman.." Michiru said.
"Don't talk like that! You are going to survive!" I said as I gripped Michiru's hand.
"Haruka we both know whats going to happen, Please never forget me." Michiru said as she
passed away.
That happened almost 50 years ago. Now I am an old woman. almost 65 to be exact.
I still remember Michiru's death as if it were yesterday. Someone found out about our
relationship and they beat her to death. For some reason they didn't go after me.
I still havent moved on since. Well emotionally and mentally I haven't but I am an old woman,
I raised Hotaru into a beautiful woman. I haven't had any kids and I am now dying because
of cancer. As I Lay at my death bed with Hotaru by my side, I don't talk. I only keep thinking
"Michiru I will be with you soon"
As I feel my soul begin to pass I look over at Hotaru and say "You've become a beautiful woman,
Just as Michiru had asked me to raise you into, Hotaru Please never forget me" Hotaru grips
my hand just as i gripped Michiru's and she says "Haruka-papa, I will never forget you."
I take my last breath of air and I close my eyes and let myself go.
I feel myself floating out of my body and through the ceiling. I land on a cloud in the sky.
"Haruka, Haruka" A voice says. I open my eyes and see Michiru, beautiful as she was the day
she died. "Michiru!" I say. I look down at myself and I am back in my old form. "Finally
reunited" michiru said as she gripped my hand as we sat down and watched our Princess from above.