Konnichiha again, minna! I know I said I would put out the rest of "Fever Dream", but my son ran off with my disk! --;; (I sound like a kid telling his teacher that his dog ate his homework *sigh*.) I think he hid it in his toys, so I will look for it later, and *to Milk* I'm working on that beginning. I'm like the Little Engine That Could: I think I can, I think I can. I'm like a typical writer now, juggling many stories at a time (it's actually "keeps" me from getting writers block). Yes, folks, Chaos-chan (personal joke *wink*) can do it all!
This idea came to mind from reading some SM manga and also from Milk (don't ask how, Milk), so I give credit where it is due. Now on to more chaos! ^^

Disclaimer: *sigh* If you actually think I own Sailor Moon, then you aren't a "moonie". *tee hee!* All credit for our little bunny and her friends is given to Naoko-sensei, and I hope she likes this story. The story is mine, however, so copycats BEWARE! *holds up sign that reads, "Trespassers will be SHOT!" and grins maniacally*
The song, "Why I'm Here", belongs to Oleander. Doesn't the little violin part remind you of Michiru? Just imagine that song playing in the background or play it while you read this. Get that song if you haven't heard it!

It's the Reason Why I'm Here
Chapter Two to "Timid Is the Rabbit" by Houkanno Yuuhou

It was about 8:30 at night when I woke up. A thin sheet of sweat engulfed my body, probably a result of my raunchy dream. I had tossed and turned forever, dreaming of my little bunny, so when my sleep was interrupted, it took me a while to remember why we hadn't finished that kiss.
The phone was ringing nonstop. I scratched my back and stretched, wondering how long whoever it was had let it ring. "Moshi-moshi. Ten'oh Haruka here."
I was surprised when the blond-haired vixen, herself, called out weakly, "Haruka-san?" Her voice was so tiny and miserable I could barely make out her words. I gritted my teeth when I realized that "Mamo-chan" must have been the one to make her so depressed. "Is Michiru-san away? May I come over?" In a soft, pleading tone, she said, "Onegai?"
I was so delighted, yet shocked as well. I felt like I had been struck by Jupiter-san's "Supreme Thunder". The night before, I had been so sure she would come over, given her natural curiosity. Then I had sulkily slipped into sleep. When I awoke this morning, I had been more than upset.
I was ready to do something I hardly do--cry.
But there she was, as sad as she sounded.
The moon ever-so-graciously reflected its pale-blue light off my balcony. Even it seemed more sullen than usual, like it housed all of Usagi's emotions on its surface. Remembering to breathe, I answered in my sexiest "come hither" voice, "Hai. I'll be waiting."
"I'll be there in fifteen. Arigatou, Haruka-san. Sayonara." Her end of the line clicked, and I returned the receiver to its cradle. Lovingly, I may add.
As I waited, insane thoughts raced through my head. You know the kind: what if she tells me she doesn't like me "that way"? What if--worse--she tells me to blow off? What if she does like me? What is she is more experienced than Mamoru said?
Or knows?
Silly thoughts, really, but thoughts all the same.
To her word, she arrived fifteen minutes later. By the time the doorbell chimed, I was so hyper and nervous that I ran to the door. My breathing was pretty labored when I reached for the knob, my whole body trembling.
But when I opened the door, she was trembling, too, nearly falling into my arms. As she leaned against my chest, I noticed how small she really is, and I felt how feverish she was, as well. "Usagi-chan! You're shivering!"
She looked up at me and smiled weakly. Even as pale as she was, she was beautiful. "May I sit down?"
Baka! I am such a baka! My mind was elsewhere, thinking of words not said yet, that I forgot how weak she was in my arms, her legs ready to bring the rest of her body to the ground. "Hai, of course!" I motioned to the loveseat. "Come with me."
Not hesitating once, she used what strength she had left to plop onto the space next to me. My heart raced, and it was a wonder she didn't notice. Her smell was heavenly; a mixture of bubblegum and flowery shampoo. She leaned against my chest again and exhaled a long sigh. "I overheard you and Mamo-chan yesterday."
Nodding, I began to apologize for acting so ignorantly, but she shook her tiny head and put her index finger to my lips. I struggled to keep from sucking that slender digit into my mouth. "Usa--"
"Iie, don't," she whispered. "I was surprised, but...well, that isn't right." She shook her head again, searching for the right words. "I...I think I have always known. When you kissed me in the past, or even looked at me,. I've known," she said breathlessly while gazing into my eyes. "I tried to fool myself, tried to convince myself that you were only toying with me." She looked away and smiled bitterly. "You 'are' quite a flirt sometimes, you know." I grinned, remembering the countless times I had kissed her, but those endearments were so brief, not enough. "I thought you were trying to cause havoc between all of us. Kami-sama knows, you've tried," she laughed. Then suddenly, her face fell, and she looked at her hands. The look in her eyes was a mixture of sorrow and pain. "I love Mamo-chan, but I...I don't know. I dreamed of him last night as I always do, but he slowly turned into...you. It's like I was remembering something long forgotten. You and he were the same person, and you both...." She blushed and looked up again. "You know," she whispered, unable to say what I knew she desperately wanted to tell me. Tears glistened like moonbeams as they traveled down her cheeks. My tongue ached at the chance to lick them away. "Don't you still love Michiru-san?"
I looked away. I wasn't sure about "anything" anymore. I would give my life for Michiru, but I felt the same affection for the little woman in front of me. "Hai, but I love you as well. Gomennasai, Usagi-chan," I whispered sadly. "I can't stop feeling this way about you. It has no on or off switch." I inhaled deeply, and my chest ached painfully because I tried so hard not to cry in front of her, but my emotions got the better of me, and soon my cheeks were stained with hot tears. "I regret that this is so much trouble for you."
"That's all right," she sniffed, and I felt a drop on my arm. She was sobbing quietly, rubbing her eyes with her fists. So kawaii. My heart would melt into nothing just to see her do that again. I embraced her gently and stroked her right cheek. Soft like velvet. "I suppose we all sometimes love more than just one person, but there's nothing wrong with that. And you...you have plenty of love in your heart for everyone." I smiled. "You are such a loving person, and that's why so many love you in return." That speech sounded so familiar, but I couldn't remember why.
She shook her head miserably. "Iie, everyone hates me now. I've disappointed them. They accused me of cheating on Mamo-chan, and Rei," she sighed, her face contorted in pain and frustration, "well, Rei said some nasty things, but the others won't look at me. Mamo-chan...he won't talk to me right now."
No wonder she was so depressed! My stomach boiled and churned, filled to the brim with rage, anger, and hatred for those self-righteous snobs! The pyro had to be jealous; I had always assumed she was secretly infatuated with Usagi. But the ketsu...oh ho, did I want to beat the shit out of him! How dare they all treat her that way! "Don't worry! What do they know? They always judge you way too harshly, always after you because you eat too much or you don't concentrate." And as much as I hated to admit it, "I judged you, too, remember? I assumed you were not our moon princess because you refused to fight me. I called you weak," I said, hating myself so much right then, "but I am the weak one."
She sniffed back more tears. "Nani?"
"I was too foolish to realize that your strength lies in your heart and soul. You and Michi-chan are one of a kind; you both love life and love loving that life. That's what gives you both the courage to stand your ground." I kissed her softly on the cheek, almost grazing her lips.
"Arigatou, Haruka-san," she said, brightening up some. She looked in my eyes again and smiled sweetly. Her eyes, oh, her eyes! They are so pale-blue that they are clear. If anyone was to ask, I would swear that they are reflections of the sky itself. "Haru-chan," she said, doing the flirting now, "it's time I even the score."
Then to my surprise, she took my face into her graceful, slender hands and kissed me, forcefully, as if to be certain it all wasn't just a dream. Her lips tasted sweet like bubblegum and kiwi-flavored gloss. It was so good I almost came right there.
My heart thumped wildly, and my body pulsed and throbbed in places that felt oh-so-good. I was literally on "Cloud Nine" as she pulled away to look at me. Her cheeks were scarlet from passion and embarrassment. "Oh, Haru-chan, gomen!" She hid her face in her hands and looked absolutely adorable. "I thought that's what you wanted."
Heart racing with terrifying abandon, I pulled her to me again. "I want that and more," I answered and then thrust my tongue in her mouth. She knew exactly what to do; I'll give her that. Mamoru must have been into "second base" at least, but maybe no further.
Her tongue danced wickedly in my mouth, and even though I wanted everything to go slowly, pure animal lust driving me, and she yelped in surprise as I pulled her tongue into my mouth and sucked on it. Kami-sama, she tasted as sweet as candy.
Her trembling hands ran over my skin; pinching here, rubbing there. The feel of her velvety flesh against me sent shockwave after shockwave through my nervous system. I was so aware of her, so "in tune" with her, that my senses were heightened. I noticed every little erotic thing she did to me and delightfully knew that everything was about to send me into a tailspin. Moaning with long-awaited pleasure as her hands traveled over my "other" lips, I raked my nails across her back, and she squealed, a blond eyebrow arching seductively. "Oh, so you like it when I do that?" she giggled.
"Oh, you little minx!" I whispered scornfully. Everything sounded and felt so familiar...shimatta, it was all confusing.
Our tongues locked again, and we both moaned longingly this time. Unfortunately, we were unaware of the sound of the door slamming, but I recognized the sickeningly sorrowful music a violin makes in its case when its been dropped to the floor. I sat up sharply, closing my eyes tightly. I couldn't look the aqua-haired beauty in the face, but I didn't have to because Usagi answered for me.
"Michiru-san!"
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Heh heh, what a little minx I am! That should make you yearn for more! Why does everything seem so familiar to Haruka? Why does innocent little Usagi know to work her hands over a *gasp* woman? Why will Michiru seem unsurprised, and why does Setsuna have that knowing look in her eyes? Find out next time! SETSUNA KNOWS ALL!!!