What a cruel fate had been dealt to all of them. A beloved member of their family had been lost to what was thought as a long-gone cause. It was cruel irony which had picked out the time of this heart shattering loss. With Christmas trees erected and lights decorating every other house, one of their own had fallen.
A building of pure black had been chosen to hold the two day ceremony. The building was grand in all its obsidian glory. Gold outlined the few windows as well as decorated the long handles of the doors. The structure was large as it was the official burial grounds of the nine present day Soldiers. The Soldiers of the future had yet to have their own places of rest constructed.
A pair of eyes watched expectantly at the heavy marble doors that led entrance into the gloom ridden structure. The features upon the masculine face were hard, lips pressed together and eyebrows narrowed. Although the expression upon the person's face spoke of anger, the eyes held within slanted 'lashes contradicted that emotion ferociously. Usually the blue contained within the liquid eyes was of a lighter quality, but at this hour of gloom they had taken on a much darker shade almost completely resembling the color of the marble building.
From within the black building a woman stepped forth, head bowed in an attempt to conceal the pain flowing forth from her eyes in the form of clear, salty liquid. Beneath a scarf of transparent white, wavy strands of ivory escaped from their bindings and fell before the fair face of the woman. Her hands, which trembled as another form of release of the sorrow within her, grasped at a symbol that hung from a golden chain strung about her neck. The symbol was that of the planet Neptune.
"Michiru..." The name whispered with compassion, love, and understanding from the lips of the person standing opposite of the wavy haired woman. Eyebrows had now upturned from their narrowed state and the hands that had been tucked away in brown pockets now lifted from their cotton imprisonment and outstretched in preparation for a hug.
Michiru lifted her head from its bowed position, her own eyes of an aqua-green locking with the dark blues that caressed her face with its soft gaze. A smile was flashed before her legs pushed her off into the open arms of her awaiting lover.
Both tightly embraced the other, the smaller woman known as Michiru tucking her head within the crook of her lover's neck. Soothing words were whispered from the shorter haired one, a slender hand caressing the elegantly curved back of Michiru in another added attempt of comfort.
"Haruka..." Michiru's head tilted back and away from Haruka's warm form and searched for the dark eyes that had earlier comforted her in a brief exchange.
Haruka tilted her head downwards, the piercing eyes of darkened blue obscured by the stray strands of short white, small folds in Haruka's skin appearing about her eyes. "Hmm, Michiru?" Despite Haruka's calm, serene appearance, Michiru knew the woman was in her own world of turmoil.
A small, slender hand reached up to caress the lightly wrinkled face looking down upon her. A worried look resided within her eyes and a frown folded her lips. "Haruka, everything will be alright."
"Everything will be alright."
They both were trying to be the strongest in this situation. Each trying to hide their emotions as best they could while being strong for the other. Even through old age they had triumphed over the ills society had dealt them. They had dealt with their own internal problems and overcame everyone of them, each holding the other's hand in the process. Even now, with the death of their beloved Setsuna, they still stayed strong, if not their own sake, then for the other's.
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So what do you think? This is my first fic of Haruka and Michiru as well as my first published story. o.O
