The Wind Grows Stronger
Haruka lifted her head up to look into the gentle blue eyes of Michiru. The aqua haired girl smiled lovingly. "Ruu, please tell me what's wrong." Michiru urged gently. Haruka sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, to hide her read, tear swollen eyes from her fragile, caring lover. Michiru had noticed Haruka's eyes, but said nothing. It was very rare for the tomboy to cry. Haruka swallowed her emotions and began in a shaky voice.
"Michi, remember the day I got the letter? The day I began sitting up here? I never told you what it said." Michiru looked puzzled.
"What letter, love? This is the first I've heard of a letter."
Haruka looked as confused. "Oh. Anyway, it was from my uncle, my mother's brother. In the letter, he told me that my parents had just died a week ago." Haruka hung her head sadly as her voice trailed off softly. Michiru quickly pulled her devastated lover into her arms and rubbed her back gently. "I'm so sorry, Ruu! I am so sorry!" Michiru gently guided Haruka's head to her chest, feeling guilty over her parents' death. Haruka closed her eyes, listening to her mate's gentle heartbeat. She only felt this comfortable when she was with Michiru, the one and only angel in her life. There was no other girl in the world that could replace Michiru. Michiru's love was at a greater magnitude than any other she had seen. Haruka's eyes filled with tears. Michiru, Setsuna, and Hotaru were the only she had now; the only dependable, loving family she needed. When she turned 17, she told her parents about her preference in females, and they shunned her shamelessly. From that day, neither parent nor daughter had spoken in 2 and a half years. They probably would have cared less if their only daughter were alive or not. But that didn't bother the tough tomboy. She had Michiru and her family by her side. Yet, she felt awful over the deaths she couldn't control.
Haruka sat up and wrapped her arms around Michiru's dainty waist. "Thank you Michi. I'll always love you, no matter what." Michiru ruffled her lover's short hair playfully. "I'm still sorry about your parents, darling, but please come down and eat something." Haruka smiled.
"None of your terrible cooking, I hope." Michiru teasingly pouted. Haruka kissed her little sea senshi tenderly. Very carefully, Michiru slid her amrs around Haruka's neck, savoring one of love's greatest aspects: The kiss of Haruka Tenoh.
As the kiss ended, both girls smiled at one another, taking all the time ion the world to gaze into each others' eyes. Michiru leaned in and kissed Haruka, a little more passionately this time. From this perfect picture of love, it looked as though the blonde had found the solution to her problems and worries.
Haruka lifted her head up to look into the gentle blue eyes of Michiru. The aqua haired girl smiled lovingly. "Ruu, please tell me what's wrong." Michiru urged gently. Haruka sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, to hide her read, tear swollen eyes from her fragile, caring lover. Michiru had noticed Haruka's eyes, but said nothing. It was very rare for the tomboy to cry. Haruka swallowed her emotions and began in a shaky voice.
"Michi, remember the day I got the letter? The day I began sitting up here? I never told you what it said." Michiru looked puzzled.
"What letter, love? This is the first I've heard of a letter."
Haruka looked as confused. "Oh. Anyway, it was from my uncle, my mother's brother. In the letter, he told me that my parents had just died a week ago." Haruka hung her head sadly as her voice trailed off softly. Michiru quickly pulled her devastated lover into her arms and rubbed her back gently. "I'm so sorry, Ruu! I am so sorry!" Michiru gently guided Haruka's head to her chest, feeling guilty over her parents' death. Haruka closed her eyes, listening to her mate's gentle heartbeat. She only felt this comfortable when she was with Michiru, the one and only angel in her life. There was no other girl in the world that could replace Michiru. Michiru's love was at a greater magnitude than any other she had seen. Haruka's eyes filled with tears. Michiru, Setsuna, and Hotaru were the only she had now; the only dependable, loving family she needed. When she turned 17, she told her parents about her preference in females, and they shunned her shamelessly. From that day, neither parent nor daughter had spoken in 2 and a half years. They probably would have cared less if their only daughter were alive or not. But that didn't bother the tough tomboy. She had Michiru and her family by her side. Yet, she felt awful over the deaths she couldn't control.
Haruka sat up and wrapped her arms around Michiru's dainty waist. "Thank you Michi. I'll always love you, no matter what." Michiru ruffled her lover's short hair playfully. "I'm still sorry about your parents, darling, but please come down and eat something." Haruka smiled.
"None of your terrible cooking, I hope." Michiru teasingly pouted. Haruka kissed her little sea senshi tenderly. Very carefully, Michiru slid her amrs around Haruka's neck, savoring one of love's greatest aspects: The kiss of Haruka Tenoh.
As the kiss ended, both girls smiled at one another, taking all the time ion the world to gaze into each others' eyes. Michiru leaned in and kissed Haruka, a little more passionately this time. From this perfect picture of love, it looked as though the blonde had found the solution to her problems and worries.