Disclaimer: I don't own sailor moon or any of the characters! So please, don't sue me!
Authors notes: Whenever you see italicized words in parentheses, that is what the person is thinking.
Michiru stood in the lobby of a large building made of black glass,
(That's why it's so dark in here. But is there such a thing as black glass? )
She'd been playing a violin that appeared to be carved from one large chunk of aquamarine. The bow, too, was carved aquamarine. The strings, pegs, and bridge of the violin, along with the bowstring, were pure silver. As she played, it produced the most beautiful sound she'd ever heard
(Aside from my mother's voice.)
Someone had been standing at the top of the stairs that stood behind her behind her. They were watching her. She knew they were, because she knew this person. She couldn't the person's face
(But they have such sparkling blue eyes.)
but she knew that she'd kissed this person not five minutes ago. Was it a man or a woman? She had no idea. The person called her name; told her to come to them. She stopped playing, and, smiling, began running up the stairs with the violin in her hand
(Wait, no, it has to go back in its case, back in its case right away, or it will be shattered into a thousand precious shards of aquamarine.)
and then ran back down the stairs and slipped the violin into the case, made of quartz that was as clear as glass, which she somehow knew was unbreakable. She looked up, and all she saw was a blinding flash of light.
Michiru jolted awake. Her senses were numbed by the surrounding darkness. She relaxed once she felt the softness of her mattress, pillows, comforters, and pajamas. The dream scared her slightly. Who was that person in her dream?
"Face it, Michi-girl, you've lost it at age sixteen." She mumbled to herself. She slowly fell back asleep.
The next morning, she shuffled downstairs to breakfast. Her mother was making pancakes.
"Good morning, mama-sama. Why the cooking?"
"Good morning, Michiru. We're having company over. My friend Sachama and her daughter Haruka are coming for breakfast. In fact, they should be here any moment."
Michiru poured herself some orange juice. The doorbell rang.
"I'll get it. " Offered Michiru as she shuffled out of the kitchen.
She let Sachama and Haruka in. When they got back to the kitchen, Michiru got a good look at them. Sachama looked very good for her age, not to say that she was old, though. She looked like your typical thirty-six-year-old mother.
Haruka was around her own age, probably even in the same grade. She had light, wavy blonde hair cut to her ears. She was even less of a morning person than Michiru. But there was something about her eyes…so blue and shiny….
(like the person from my dream…)
But that was impossible. Or was it? Michiru toyed with the idea for a moment, but then she was pulled out of her thoughts by her mother.
So, does it suck? Should I go on? Should I junk it? Will I ever stop rambling??