Konnichiha minna! I'm so happy that you are enjoying this story because I enjoy bringing it to you! I don't know if I started a Haruka/Usagi cult or if it was there before I began this fic, but hey! That's wonderful! I personally think that there is more than just friendship between all the Senshi, but that's my opinion. Maybe someday I'll get to that Rei/Usagi story I've been thinking about since I saw the AMV: "Desert Rose" designed by Aluminum Studios. (That's the name of the site too; you should really see his videos, lots of Sailor Moon and Perfect Blue music videos.) And to Sailor Sunlight, *tee hee* you'll have to ask Setsuna for a key to the Time Gate, so you can know too! But-ah ha!-you could be right about that comment at the end of your review! ^^
Disclaimer: If you think I own the Senshi then you are not from this planet. All props go to Naoko-sensei! ^^
The song, "Blue Monday", originally belongs to New Order, and the remake belongs to Orgy. The last sentence in this chapter belongs to that song, as well!
ON TO THE CHAOS! (Milk-chan should get that ^^)
From the Past Until Completion
Chapter 3 to "Timid Is the Rabbit" by Houkanno Yuuhou
The look in Michiru's sea-green eyes told me everything. Not that I needed to ask how she was feeling at the moment. I hadn't meant to hurt her, really. Well, that's partially true; I just hadn't meant for her to catch us.
Hai, I know, I know-I'm a bitch. I've already established that.
Usagi busied herself by trying to fix her hair and blouse. I know she was afraid to look at Michiru; probably afraid she would know what "Deep Submerge" felt like at any second. "Gomen...gomen, Michiru-san," she whispered hurriedly, her voice shaky. "I'd better go." She tried to breeze by Michiru to get to the door, but Michiru reached for Usagi's wrist and held her firmly after she managed to snag it. "I...uh...Michiru-san, you are 'hurting' me!"
Michiru's eyes were steel daggers, but they weren't directed at Usagi. I felt her eyes burning holes through me even as I looked at the floor. "Haruka! How could you?!" she yelled, her voice unmistakably full of hurt. She finally released Usagi, who by then was wailing uncontrollably. I felt terrible for Michiru, but I felt worse for Usagi, and I had to struggle with myself to keep from running to her to make sure she all right. I just kept bringing everyone so much pain....
"Gomen, Michi-chan. I...I guess I forgot myself," I offered, but the apology, like everything else in my life, was fake. I tried to laugh, to grin, to ease everyone's minds, but to no avail. Usagi was a soggy mess on the floor, rubbing her poor crimson wrist, and Michiru's face was still reddish-purple even though she seemed to have calmed somewhat.
"Iie, Michiru-san, it's me who should be sorry," Usagi cried, raising once again in an attempt to leave. "I shouldn't be here. It's my fault, not Haru-chan...oh, gomen…." Her voice trailed off as she fixed her gaze on the floor.
"It's no one's fault," Michiru retorted, surprising both Usagi and me. Usagi raised her eyes to look at me questioningly, and I shrugged. I had no idea if Michiru had just flipped her lid or if she was being sarcastic. Michiru sighed and pulled out a stool from under the counter. She still hadn't picked up her violin case because she was still in a state of shock, but thankfully, Usagi bent to pick it up and placed it on the coffee table, all in one graceful fluid motion. She was breathtaking, but I had to push that thought down as I tried to comfort Michiru.
"Hai, Michi-chan, it's 'my' fault. I'm the one who invited Usagi-chan over. Thing's just got a little out of control--"
"Hai, Michiru-san!" Usagi interrupted, trying to offer some support. "I've been depressed and lonely lately, and I guess I took advantage of Haru-cha...." She paused, throwing me a bewildered look, and then corrected herself for Michiru's benefit. "Haruka-san's hospitality."
Michiru sighed again and sat down on the stool. She shook her head, looking every bit beautiful, and I bit my lip to keep from thinking about it. "I shouldn't be surprised. We've all been remembering our pasts in the Silver Millennium more readily lately, and Setsuna did warn me, after all," she reasoned, but still sounded unsure.
Setsuna knew about us? "Nani? Michiru, what the hell are you talking about?"
Even Usagi looked perplexed. "Hai, Michiru-san. What are you talking about? I've never said anything to Setsuna…." I looked over at her when I noticed she didn't finish that thought. She was smacking her head with her tiny, balled-up fists, cursing herself. It was so kawaii and so amusing.
"Usagi!" Michiru exclaimed. "Don't hit yourself!"
Usagi slowly looked up at us, and my heart almost melt at the sight of her flushed cheeks. So so scarlet, like roses. "Gomen. I am such a ditz!" she cried, smacking herself again before glaring at the ceiling. "Setsuna is the Keeper of the Time Gate. Duh," she said more to herself than to us. "What did she tell you, Michiru?" she demanded, and Michiru looked rather miffed. Usagi was forgetting the situation at hand and becoming our leader once more. Bad timing, Usako. Really bad timing.
"Why should I say anything?" Michiru mumbled, still upset at Usagi's behavior.
"Michi-chan." I lowered my voice so only she could hear. "Anger will not solve anything."
Or so I thought. Apparently, Usagi heard as well. "She's right. Anger won't solve anything. So spill it!"
Michiru glared at her and opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again. I guess she thought she shouldn't dare. Instead, she sighed and played with the hem of her skirt. "Setsuna knows what happened in the Silver Millennium--"
"That's a stupid statement!" Usagi interrupted. "I already said that!"
I shook my head, hoping Usagi would take the hint and be quiet. Michiru began again. "Like I said, Setsuna knows what happened, and she told me. I suppose she thought that if she warned me that I wouldn't be so upset when the time came."
"Nani?" What the hell was she babbling about? Setsuna knew this was going to happen? "When the time came? What's that supposed to mean? That it's already predestined in the stars that Usagi and I would fall in...erm, love?" I squeaked the last word out, looking askance to Usagi. I thought it would feel strange to admit that to Michiru, but oddly enough, I felt relieved, and so did Usagi.
One of Michiru's lovely sea-green eyebrows raised, and she chuckled softly. "Love? Are you really in love?" She looked down at the floor again and sighed. "Or are you just acting out something that happened then?"
Usagi bolted upright from her place on the couch. "This happened in the past?!" Michiru nodded, and Usagi looked at me in confusion and hurt. Obviously, she thought that my feelings were just an act. Ouch. "Why can't I remember?" she muttered and fell back on the couch, shaking her head slowly from side to side.
I could sympathize. She was wishing that this all would go away.
"Because you are still remembering you past, in bits and pieces. Setsuna was 'there'. She watched the romance between you both," Michiru answered. "So are you sure that this is real?" she asked me again. Her eyes were dark green clouds of sorrow and anger. "If so, I'll just stay away until you are through."
"Through?" I echoed.
Michiru laughed again. How I hated that! "Hai. Through. Serenity and Endyimon must come together for Crystal Tokyo to happen, and it 'will' happen," she emphasized, looking straight into my eyes. "That 'is' written in the stars, Ruka-chan. You can't change that."
I hung my head in frustration and shame. Hai, shame. I couldn't be sure of what I was feeling. Usagi and I together felt so right...so perfect, like it was meant to be....
Oh, shimatta!
"Hai, Michi-chan. I guess I see your point now."
"Nani?!" Usagi screamed, loud enough to wake the resting. Her face was a stoic façade, but her eyes were the windows to her soul, and her soul was dying. My heart broke into many little pieces in that instant. "How can you just say that?! I love you, Haru-chan, and I love Mamo-chan! You said that my heart can love many!" she cried, begging me with a saddened look. "I can love the both of you!"
"You love all the Senshi," Michiru retorted. Usagi looked flabbergasted, but Michiru nodded, continuing. "Setsuna said you had flings with all of the Senshi. All of them, except for myself and Pluto-san." I wasn't surprised. I knew that Pyro had a thing for Usagi. I knew she was jealous of us.
In a mocking tone, she added, "And poor Puu always loved you in secret, but couldn't do anything about it because of her destiny." Then she glared at Usagi. Glared and grinned. "I always hated you. You took my true love away from me."
Usagi and I gasped at the same time. "Endyimon?"
Now she looked confused. "Iie, are you insane?! I was implying you!" she yelled, pointing to me.
I looked down at the floor, unsure of what to say.
"But I do love you, Haru-chan!" Usagi cried again. "I'm not some little tease!" She looked at the floor as well. "I guess I love all of the Senshi. In some sort of way. But I love you the most."
"And Mamoru?" Michiru spat. I had never seen her so harsh!
Usagi trembled in her seat. "I...I'm not...really sure. I love him with all of my heart, too." She threw her arms to the sky and shouted, "Kami-sama, help me! Is it wrong to love two people? Even if I love them equally?!"
Michiru moved toward the door, stopping to pick up her violin case on the way. "I'll be at Setsuna's. Call me, Ruka-chan, when your little 'quickie' is over." There was no 'sayonara' from her; instead, after I ran after her, she slammed the door in my face.
Harsh.
I looked at Usagi, who was an emotional mess by the looks of her. I felt so horrible to have done this to her and Michiru.
I tried to hug her, to console her in some way, but she kept moving away. "Iie, Haru-chan. Not now," she whispered.
I was amused. "You think I would come onto you after all that?! Ecchi!" She giggled lightly, and I was so glad to see that the argument hadn't had some ill effect on her usual cheerfulness. "Really, you shouldn't let Michiru get to you. She'll be fine as soon as she calms down."
"I guess Setsuna's warning didn't help after all," she joked.
I had to laugh. "Iie, I guess not." I snaked my right arm around her shoulder in a rather smooth move, if I may say so myself, and brought her closer to me. I could once again smell that wonderful, flowery shampoo.
After a couple of minutes, I heard her sniffle. She had been sobbing to herself. "Oh, Haruka, what if she hates me forever? What if she never talks to you again?" She sniffed again and rubbed her eyes. "I know you still love her," she whispered. I looked down at her in surprise, but she just smiled at me. "It's ok. I love Mamo-chan, too." In a hushed, sullen voice she said, "I guess our destinies are written already, like Setsuna said. Mamo-chan and I will get married, and Crystal Tokyo will begin, and you and Michiru will be together forever." The last part sounded so sorrowful, like she regretted our futures.
I tilted her head up, so her lips were at mine, and I breathed in the sweet aroma that was her. Looking into her eyes, I said gleefully, "So if they are already expecting this, then why can't we give them what they want?" She blushed.
Hai, hai. I'm a naughty girl, I know.
I pressed my lips to hers and nibbled on her lower lip, feeling her shiver with delight. I whispered seductively into her ear. "Let's go to bed, shall we?" She nodded and let me lead her to the bedroom.
For hours, I licked, kissed, and nibbled in every place imaginable, making her cry in ecstasy. Many times over she professed her love for me, and I should have been happy.
Well, hai, I was happy. I loved her. I love her still. But Michiru's harsh words gnawed at the back of my mind-link with her. She kept repeating one cruel phrase over and over again in her hatred. Something that made me want to cry, strangle her, and run away in fear all together at once.
"How does it feel, Ruka-chan? How does it feel to treat us like you do?"
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*Trumpets blare* Yeah! I finally was able to get this part out! I've had it in my head a while, but I have to fight with my husband to get time on the computer. --;; Cripes. Anyway, now you know what Setsuna knows. Usagi once had a "secret" relationship with all the Senshi (except you know who). The woman does have a big, loving heart after all. And even though Haruka may be an ecchi sometimes *Haruka slaps me* OUCH! Anyway, as I was saying, the relationships weren't all "hentai," so don't think that. Usagi just really cares for these people. It is possible to love more than one person, after all. ^^
Up next: Mamoru's not a happy camper, and he's going to let Haruka know, and then Usagi. Oh, forget that, Mamo-chan! You aren't going to have to go that far to find Usako, but you will know that, won't you? Hee hee, I'm awful! :P Till then, ja ne! And someone please read Milk's and my story: Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon Ban'yuu! It has romance, but it has a lot of action-adventure! We promise it will be good! Arigatou!
Disclaimer: If you think I own the Senshi then you are not from this planet. All props go to Naoko-sensei! ^^
The song, "Blue Monday", originally belongs to New Order, and the remake belongs to Orgy. The last sentence in this chapter belongs to that song, as well!
ON TO THE CHAOS! (Milk-chan should get that ^^)
From the Past Until Completion
Chapter 3 to "Timid Is the Rabbit" by Houkanno Yuuhou
The look in Michiru's sea-green eyes told me everything. Not that I needed to ask how she was feeling at the moment. I hadn't meant to hurt her, really. Well, that's partially true; I just hadn't meant for her to catch us.
Hai, I know, I know-I'm a bitch. I've already established that.
Usagi busied herself by trying to fix her hair and blouse. I know she was afraid to look at Michiru; probably afraid she would know what "Deep Submerge" felt like at any second. "Gomen...gomen, Michiru-san," she whispered hurriedly, her voice shaky. "I'd better go." She tried to breeze by Michiru to get to the door, but Michiru reached for Usagi's wrist and held her firmly after she managed to snag it. "I...uh...Michiru-san, you are 'hurting' me!"
Michiru's eyes were steel daggers, but they weren't directed at Usagi. I felt her eyes burning holes through me even as I looked at the floor. "Haruka! How could you?!" she yelled, her voice unmistakably full of hurt. She finally released Usagi, who by then was wailing uncontrollably. I felt terrible for Michiru, but I felt worse for Usagi, and I had to struggle with myself to keep from running to her to make sure she all right. I just kept bringing everyone so much pain....
"Gomen, Michi-chan. I...I guess I forgot myself," I offered, but the apology, like everything else in my life, was fake. I tried to laugh, to grin, to ease everyone's minds, but to no avail. Usagi was a soggy mess on the floor, rubbing her poor crimson wrist, and Michiru's face was still reddish-purple even though she seemed to have calmed somewhat.
"Iie, Michiru-san, it's me who should be sorry," Usagi cried, raising once again in an attempt to leave. "I shouldn't be here. It's my fault, not Haru-chan...oh, gomen…." Her voice trailed off as she fixed her gaze on the floor.
"It's no one's fault," Michiru retorted, surprising both Usagi and me. Usagi raised her eyes to look at me questioningly, and I shrugged. I had no idea if Michiru had just flipped her lid or if she was being sarcastic. Michiru sighed and pulled out a stool from under the counter. She still hadn't picked up her violin case because she was still in a state of shock, but thankfully, Usagi bent to pick it up and placed it on the coffee table, all in one graceful fluid motion. She was breathtaking, but I had to push that thought down as I tried to comfort Michiru.
"Hai, Michi-chan, it's 'my' fault. I'm the one who invited Usagi-chan over. Thing's just got a little out of control--"
"Hai, Michiru-san!" Usagi interrupted, trying to offer some support. "I've been depressed and lonely lately, and I guess I took advantage of Haru-cha...." She paused, throwing me a bewildered look, and then corrected herself for Michiru's benefit. "Haruka-san's hospitality."
Michiru sighed again and sat down on the stool. She shook her head, looking every bit beautiful, and I bit my lip to keep from thinking about it. "I shouldn't be surprised. We've all been remembering our pasts in the Silver Millennium more readily lately, and Setsuna did warn me, after all," she reasoned, but still sounded unsure.
Setsuna knew about us? "Nani? Michiru, what the hell are you talking about?"
Even Usagi looked perplexed. "Hai, Michiru-san. What are you talking about? I've never said anything to Setsuna…." I looked over at her when I noticed she didn't finish that thought. She was smacking her head with her tiny, balled-up fists, cursing herself. It was so kawaii and so amusing.
"Usagi!" Michiru exclaimed. "Don't hit yourself!"
Usagi slowly looked up at us, and my heart almost melt at the sight of her flushed cheeks. So so scarlet, like roses. "Gomen. I am such a ditz!" she cried, smacking herself again before glaring at the ceiling. "Setsuna is the Keeper of the Time Gate. Duh," she said more to herself than to us. "What did she tell you, Michiru?" she demanded, and Michiru looked rather miffed. Usagi was forgetting the situation at hand and becoming our leader once more. Bad timing, Usako. Really bad timing.
"Why should I say anything?" Michiru mumbled, still upset at Usagi's behavior.
"Michi-chan." I lowered my voice so only she could hear. "Anger will not solve anything."
Or so I thought. Apparently, Usagi heard as well. "She's right. Anger won't solve anything. So spill it!"
Michiru glared at her and opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again. I guess she thought she shouldn't dare. Instead, she sighed and played with the hem of her skirt. "Setsuna knows what happened in the Silver Millennium--"
"That's a stupid statement!" Usagi interrupted. "I already said that!"
I shook my head, hoping Usagi would take the hint and be quiet. Michiru began again. "Like I said, Setsuna knows what happened, and she told me. I suppose she thought that if she warned me that I wouldn't be so upset when the time came."
"Nani?" What the hell was she babbling about? Setsuna knew this was going to happen? "When the time came? What's that supposed to mean? That it's already predestined in the stars that Usagi and I would fall in...erm, love?" I squeaked the last word out, looking askance to Usagi. I thought it would feel strange to admit that to Michiru, but oddly enough, I felt relieved, and so did Usagi.
One of Michiru's lovely sea-green eyebrows raised, and she chuckled softly. "Love? Are you really in love?" She looked down at the floor again and sighed. "Or are you just acting out something that happened then?"
Usagi bolted upright from her place on the couch. "This happened in the past?!" Michiru nodded, and Usagi looked at me in confusion and hurt. Obviously, she thought that my feelings were just an act. Ouch. "Why can't I remember?" she muttered and fell back on the couch, shaking her head slowly from side to side.
I could sympathize. She was wishing that this all would go away.
"Because you are still remembering you past, in bits and pieces. Setsuna was 'there'. She watched the romance between you both," Michiru answered. "So are you sure that this is real?" she asked me again. Her eyes were dark green clouds of sorrow and anger. "If so, I'll just stay away until you are through."
"Through?" I echoed.
Michiru laughed again. How I hated that! "Hai. Through. Serenity and Endyimon must come together for Crystal Tokyo to happen, and it 'will' happen," she emphasized, looking straight into my eyes. "That 'is' written in the stars, Ruka-chan. You can't change that."
I hung my head in frustration and shame. Hai, shame. I couldn't be sure of what I was feeling. Usagi and I together felt so right...so perfect, like it was meant to be....
Oh, shimatta!
"Hai, Michi-chan. I guess I see your point now."
"Nani?!" Usagi screamed, loud enough to wake the resting. Her face was a stoic façade, but her eyes were the windows to her soul, and her soul was dying. My heart broke into many little pieces in that instant. "How can you just say that?! I love you, Haru-chan, and I love Mamo-chan! You said that my heart can love many!" she cried, begging me with a saddened look. "I can love the both of you!"
"You love all the Senshi," Michiru retorted. Usagi looked flabbergasted, but Michiru nodded, continuing. "Setsuna said you had flings with all of the Senshi. All of them, except for myself and Pluto-san." I wasn't surprised. I knew that Pyro had a thing for Usagi. I knew she was jealous of us.
In a mocking tone, she added, "And poor Puu always loved you in secret, but couldn't do anything about it because of her destiny." Then she glared at Usagi. Glared and grinned. "I always hated you. You took my true love away from me."
Usagi and I gasped at the same time. "Endyimon?"
Now she looked confused. "Iie, are you insane?! I was implying you!" she yelled, pointing to me.
I looked down at the floor, unsure of what to say.
"But I do love you, Haru-chan!" Usagi cried again. "I'm not some little tease!" She looked at the floor as well. "I guess I love all of the Senshi. In some sort of way. But I love you the most."
"And Mamoru?" Michiru spat. I had never seen her so harsh!
Usagi trembled in her seat. "I...I'm not...really sure. I love him with all of my heart, too." She threw her arms to the sky and shouted, "Kami-sama, help me! Is it wrong to love two people? Even if I love them equally?!"
Michiru moved toward the door, stopping to pick up her violin case on the way. "I'll be at Setsuna's. Call me, Ruka-chan, when your little 'quickie' is over." There was no 'sayonara' from her; instead, after I ran after her, she slammed the door in my face.
Harsh.
I looked at Usagi, who was an emotional mess by the looks of her. I felt so horrible to have done this to her and Michiru.
I tried to hug her, to console her in some way, but she kept moving away. "Iie, Haru-chan. Not now," she whispered.
I was amused. "You think I would come onto you after all that?! Ecchi!" She giggled lightly, and I was so glad to see that the argument hadn't had some ill effect on her usual cheerfulness. "Really, you shouldn't let Michiru get to you. She'll be fine as soon as she calms down."
"I guess Setsuna's warning didn't help after all," she joked.
I had to laugh. "Iie, I guess not." I snaked my right arm around her shoulder in a rather smooth move, if I may say so myself, and brought her closer to me. I could once again smell that wonderful, flowery shampoo.
After a couple of minutes, I heard her sniffle. She had been sobbing to herself. "Oh, Haruka, what if she hates me forever? What if she never talks to you again?" She sniffed again and rubbed her eyes. "I know you still love her," she whispered. I looked down at her in surprise, but she just smiled at me. "It's ok. I love Mamo-chan, too." In a hushed, sullen voice she said, "I guess our destinies are written already, like Setsuna said. Mamo-chan and I will get married, and Crystal Tokyo will begin, and you and Michiru will be together forever." The last part sounded so sorrowful, like she regretted our futures.
I tilted her head up, so her lips were at mine, and I breathed in the sweet aroma that was her. Looking into her eyes, I said gleefully, "So if they are already expecting this, then why can't we give them what they want?" She blushed.
Hai, hai. I'm a naughty girl, I know.
I pressed my lips to hers and nibbled on her lower lip, feeling her shiver with delight. I whispered seductively into her ear. "Let's go to bed, shall we?" She nodded and let me lead her to the bedroom.
For hours, I licked, kissed, and nibbled in every place imaginable, making her cry in ecstasy. Many times over she professed her love for me, and I should have been happy.
Well, hai, I was happy. I loved her. I love her still. But Michiru's harsh words gnawed at the back of my mind-link with her. She kept repeating one cruel phrase over and over again in her hatred. Something that made me want to cry, strangle her, and run away in fear all together at once.
"How does it feel, Ruka-chan? How does it feel to treat us like you do?"
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*Trumpets blare* Yeah! I finally was able to get this part out! I've had it in my head a while, but I have to fight with my husband to get time on the computer. --;; Cripes. Anyway, now you know what Setsuna knows. Usagi once had a "secret" relationship with all the Senshi (except you know who). The woman does have a big, loving heart after all. And even though Haruka may be an ecchi sometimes *Haruka slaps me* OUCH! Anyway, as I was saying, the relationships weren't all "hentai," so don't think that. Usagi just really cares for these people. It is possible to love more than one person, after all. ^^
Up next: Mamoru's not a happy camper, and he's going to let Haruka know, and then Usagi. Oh, forget that, Mamo-chan! You aren't going to have to go that far to find Usako, but you will know that, won't you? Hee hee, I'm awful! :P Till then, ja ne! And someone please read Milk's and my story: Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon Ban'yuu! It has romance, but it has a lot of action-adventure! We promise it will be good! Arigatou!
