It's Sometimes Called Love.
Hey, here's part 2 of this fanfic! Have fun, and don't forget to review, flames are allowed. Thanks!-Kajidragonstar
My dearest sea...
A seagull dove into the rolling ocean waves. Blue eyes couldn't help but admire the way the bird could look so graceful in the wind and sea. As it brought it's pray to the surface, Haruka felt a slight pang of sympathy for the fish; it was taken away from its mother sea.
Why do I have to be so damn sensitive?
Throbbing from her solitary's heart brought the sentiment that something was missing from this mood that had been occurring more frequently that usual, which was once or twice in a millennia. Her mind seemed to click into autopilot as her eyes faded into a scene of her captor's eyes meeting her with a love Haruka knew all too well. The lack of pain kept her in this reverie until their lips caressed one another in a joining that was nothing short of a cosmic explosion... but then-
Damnitt.
Haruka brought her fist down onto the dock- more precisely, on a piece of some broken champagne bottle from years past. Cold electric currents ran trenches on her spine, but she did not wince as she simply looked at the piece of glass lodged in a bloody plain for a few moments before retrieving a handkerchief- she couldn't remember how she came to possess it. The familiarity of the scene was decisively different but she recollected it vaguely being done somewhere before to her. As soon as the easily one inch shattered dagger was out of her palm and in the cloth, a painful loneness washed over her and she made a violent shower flowing from her eyes to the sea below.
At that moment, Haruka would have died to be the one to make Michiru happy- to hold her in her arms for five minutes, or to have the water temptress wipe away her tears with a pure smile. Never before had the Aquarian needed someone so dearly- but the magnitude of aching was so familiar and expected that she was almost driven mad on that dock.
If I just slide off... I won't have to battle with it anymore.
Fatal thoughts made the deep canyons on her wrists pulsate with a grim reminder of times her memory had shut away.
"I hate you."
Never could have those words held so great a weight. The polarities of it were mind boggling enough, but it just fed the Haruka's hope that there could be love just as vast and deep in Michiru's heart for her. Before this hope was shot down by harsh reality, Haruka had boarded her motorcycle and was speeding back to the white house by the sea... home.
~*~
"Hi this the Kaioh and Kitsu residence. Please leave a message after the tone."
They're out to dinner... just breathe... you don't have to do anything. Just leave the message. It's an innocent late coffee. Nothing to feel guilty about. You'll just tell her- oh Goddess, I need to sit down.
After a good three hours, Haruka finally added the invitation the the couple's message machine. As soon as the connection broke, her mind raced feverishly to somehow get that message off the machine. Guilt and desperation filled every dendrite, partially because they had just moved in together, and partially because Haurka wasn't sure if she could avoid vomiting during her confession. Five minutes later, her dire schemes were interrupted by the mortal ring of the phone.
"Hello?" Haruka's voice was too rushed.
"Haruka?"
Her heart stopped then raced faster than she had ever ran or driven before.
"Hi, Mi-chi-ru." So much for smooth.
"Um... what coffee house?"
"...what...?"
"Coffee. You just left a message.. I was in the shower."
She desperately tried to force her mind away from the image of Michiru in the shower.
"Erm.. yeah. The one on Main Street."
"Okay. I'll meet you there in ten minutes?"
"Yeah.. .okay... sure."
"...okay. Bye."
-Click-
"....bye."
She splashed her face with cold water to remove any sign of the tears, and was glad, for once, that Setsuna was out shopping. She desperately needed the silence to prepare her speech when the timing was right. She threw on a light jacket to block the wind, and sped off into the city.
Slightly less than punctual, Michiru showed up five minutes late, but Haruka did not mention it and Michiru did not seem to have any desire to explain. The blonde could tell that she was tense, even through her frenzy of trying to keep her hand on the coffee cup and her stomach in her belly. Until the coffee cups were empty, not a word was spoken between them.
"I had better head home."
Haruka knew that 'home' was the last place Michiru wanted to be at the moment.
Maybe this isn't right.
"I'll give you a ride."
"No.. that's alright. I can defend myself on the subway."
"Then I'll ride with you."
"No!" Michiru quietly snapped. "I like to walk alone."
Submissive silence followed Michiru to the subway station, but as soon as she had disappeared from the racer's sight, Haruka found herself running after her.
She caught a glimpse of her walking down to the eastbound train, the exact opposite of the way to her house. Haruka, from a bit of hertle training, jumped over the turn gates and ran as fast as her legs could carry her to her soul reason for living.
"Michiru!" she cried above the screeching of the breaks and people roaring. The aquamarine jerked back off the train as if the blonde's voice was a string that was around her waist.
Panting as she caught up to her, Michiru couldn't help but giggle at the blonde's bed ruffled appearance, but the lightness of her laugh stopped when she saw the desperation in her eyes.
"I... have... to... tell you.. something..." she breathed out roughly.
"...okay."
Fighting to retain composition, Haruka took in a deep breath:
"I don't like your girlfriend." That wasn't exactly supposed to be the opening line...
"..."
Now or never.
"I don't like her because she hurts you more than she helps. I don't like her because she made you cry today and all the other days. I don't like her because she doesn't trust you and she doesn't try not to hurt you."
"Haruka, I-"
"But most of all, I don't like her because she's with you... and I know I could make you happier than she could."
"What are you saying?"
"What I'm saying is... that over the last month and a half... ever since I saw you when I woke up... I've been falling in love with you. You're the reason I exist and die. You mean more to me than anything in this world. I don't know if I'm meant to love you, but I do know that I will never love someone else as deeply and sincerely as I love you. You're my other half.. my missing piece. What I'm saying is... no, more like asking you... is if you love me too."
The aqua-haired goddess looked away at empty space for a long eternity before whispering:
"I can't, Haruka."
The weakness in her voice created doubt in the blonde's mind.
"Look at me and say it."
Her blue eyes were hallow and blank, and Haruka knew at that moment she couldn't do anything more than walk away. She didn't even need to hear Michiru say coldly and distantly
"I can't love you."
The metal cylinder carried her love away then, brushing a warm breeze that stung Haruka's eyes with tears. So many emotions spread through her at once: betrayl, rage, pain, passion, love, lust, desperation, desire, hopelessness. Then she flipped the light switch off and she felt nothing. All she consisted of was bones, muscle, flesh and impulse. She walked mechanically up to her motor cycle, didn't think as she turned the ignition and sped off into the night. She didn't want to see anything.
~*~
Setsuna knew what the phone ring held. She knew there was nothing she could do. Without answering the phone, she picked up the keys and drove to the hospital.
It took all the time senshi's control to not kill Michiru when she saw her sitting by her bedside. All the crimson-eyed woman wanted to do was wipe that stream of tears off of the naive girl's face. Self-control kept her in the chair in the corner of the room, hidden by the curtain, listening to Michiru's heart wrenching words that turned Setsuna's rage into overpowering grief. She knew the words exchanged between the two before Michiru boarded the subway. She knew the ex-sea-senshi still loved her partner dearly, though she never knew she loved her before they met for the second time. It wasn't supposed to be this way, but Haruka's attemptive suicide was only stopped by her forgetting that she loved her. In the end, Haruka would still die out of love for Michiru, but the aqua-haired girl could never know this, though she would loved Haruka just as much. It was a miracle that Haruka had even survived her suicide, but there were no miracles left for the wind senshi.
She said 'can't', Haruka... you idiot. She didn't say 'don't'.
The bleeps of Haruka's tired heart joined into a drowning flat tone.
~*~
One afternoon two weeks earlier, Haruka and Michiru had been talking lightly when Michiru, with all the sincerity in her, asked her conversation partner:
"Hey, Haruka?"
"Hm?"
"What do you want more than anything?"
"To be here with the one goddess who I love more than anything in the world... you."
Blue eyes didn't stray despite of the furious blush that rose from the usually pale cheeks. Michiru knew then that Haruka loved her too, and hoped that there would come a day soon when she wouldn't have to keep a table in between them.
Hey, here's part 2 of this fanfic! Have fun, and don't forget to review, flames are allowed. Thanks!-Kajidragonstar
My dearest sea...
A seagull dove into the rolling ocean waves. Blue eyes couldn't help but admire the way the bird could look so graceful in the wind and sea. As it brought it's pray to the surface, Haruka felt a slight pang of sympathy for the fish; it was taken away from its mother sea.
Why do I have to be so damn sensitive?
Throbbing from her solitary's heart brought the sentiment that something was missing from this mood that had been occurring more frequently that usual, which was once or twice in a millennia. Her mind seemed to click into autopilot as her eyes faded into a scene of her captor's eyes meeting her with a love Haruka knew all too well. The lack of pain kept her in this reverie until their lips caressed one another in a joining that was nothing short of a cosmic explosion... but then-
Damnitt.
Haruka brought her fist down onto the dock- more precisely, on a piece of some broken champagne bottle from years past. Cold electric currents ran trenches on her spine, but she did not wince as she simply looked at the piece of glass lodged in a bloody plain for a few moments before retrieving a handkerchief- she couldn't remember how she came to possess it. The familiarity of the scene was decisively different but she recollected it vaguely being done somewhere before to her. As soon as the easily one inch shattered dagger was out of her palm and in the cloth, a painful loneness washed over her and she made a violent shower flowing from her eyes to the sea below.
At that moment, Haruka would have died to be the one to make Michiru happy- to hold her in her arms for five minutes, or to have the water temptress wipe away her tears with a pure smile. Never before had the Aquarian needed someone so dearly- but the magnitude of aching was so familiar and expected that she was almost driven mad on that dock.
If I just slide off... I won't have to battle with it anymore.
Fatal thoughts made the deep canyons on her wrists pulsate with a grim reminder of times her memory had shut away.
"I hate you."
Never could have those words held so great a weight. The polarities of it were mind boggling enough, but it just fed the Haruka's hope that there could be love just as vast and deep in Michiru's heart for her. Before this hope was shot down by harsh reality, Haruka had boarded her motorcycle and was speeding back to the white house by the sea... home.
~*~
"Hi this the Kaioh and Kitsu residence. Please leave a message after the tone."
They're out to dinner... just breathe... you don't have to do anything. Just leave the message. It's an innocent late coffee. Nothing to feel guilty about. You'll just tell her- oh Goddess, I need to sit down.
After a good three hours, Haruka finally added the invitation the the couple's message machine. As soon as the connection broke, her mind raced feverishly to somehow get that message off the machine. Guilt and desperation filled every dendrite, partially because they had just moved in together, and partially because Haurka wasn't sure if she could avoid vomiting during her confession. Five minutes later, her dire schemes were interrupted by the mortal ring of the phone.
"Hello?" Haruka's voice was too rushed.
"Haruka?"
Her heart stopped then raced faster than she had ever ran or driven before.
"Hi, Mi-chi-ru." So much for smooth.
"Um... what coffee house?"
"...what...?"
"Coffee. You just left a message.. I was in the shower."
She desperately tried to force her mind away from the image of Michiru in the shower.
"Erm.. yeah. The one on Main Street."
"Okay. I'll meet you there in ten minutes?"
"Yeah.. .okay... sure."
"...okay. Bye."
-Click-
"....bye."
She splashed her face with cold water to remove any sign of the tears, and was glad, for once, that Setsuna was out shopping. She desperately needed the silence to prepare her speech when the timing was right. She threw on a light jacket to block the wind, and sped off into the city.
Slightly less than punctual, Michiru showed up five minutes late, but Haruka did not mention it and Michiru did not seem to have any desire to explain. The blonde could tell that she was tense, even through her frenzy of trying to keep her hand on the coffee cup and her stomach in her belly. Until the coffee cups were empty, not a word was spoken between them.
"I had better head home."
Haruka knew that 'home' was the last place Michiru wanted to be at the moment.
Maybe this isn't right.
"I'll give you a ride."
"No.. that's alright. I can defend myself on the subway."
"Then I'll ride with you."
"No!" Michiru quietly snapped. "I like to walk alone."
Submissive silence followed Michiru to the subway station, but as soon as she had disappeared from the racer's sight, Haruka found herself running after her.
She caught a glimpse of her walking down to the eastbound train, the exact opposite of the way to her house. Haruka, from a bit of hertle training, jumped over the turn gates and ran as fast as her legs could carry her to her soul reason for living.
"Michiru!" she cried above the screeching of the breaks and people roaring. The aquamarine jerked back off the train as if the blonde's voice was a string that was around her waist.
Panting as she caught up to her, Michiru couldn't help but giggle at the blonde's bed ruffled appearance, but the lightness of her laugh stopped when she saw the desperation in her eyes.
"I... have... to... tell you.. something..." she breathed out roughly.
"...okay."
Fighting to retain composition, Haruka took in a deep breath:
"I don't like your girlfriend." That wasn't exactly supposed to be the opening line...
"..."
Now or never.
"I don't like her because she hurts you more than she helps. I don't like her because she made you cry today and all the other days. I don't like her because she doesn't trust you and she doesn't try not to hurt you."
"Haruka, I-"
"But most of all, I don't like her because she's with you... and I know I could make you happier than she could."
"What are you saying?"
"What I'm saying is... that over the last month and a half... ever since I saw you when I woke up... I've been falling in love with you. You're the reason I exist and die. You mean more to me than anything in this world. I don't know if I'm meant to love you, but I do know that I will never love someone else as deeply and sincerely as I love you. You're my other half.. my missing piece. What I'm saying is... no, more like asking you... is if you love me too."
The aqua-haired goddess looked away at empty space for a long eternity before whispering:
"I can't, Haruka."
The weakness in her voice created doubt in the blonde's mind.
"Look at me and say it."
Her blue eyes were hallow and blank, and Haruka knew at that moment she couldn't do anything more than walk away. She didn't even need to hear Michiru say coldly and distantly
"I can't love you."
The metal cylinder carried her love away then, brushing a warm breeze that stung Haruka's eyes with tears. So many emotions spread through her at once: betrayl, rage, pain, passion, love, lust, desperation, desire, hopelessness. Then she flipped the light switch off and she felt nothing. All she consisted of was bones, muscle, flesh and impulse. She walked mechanically up to her motor cycle, didn't think as she turned the ignition and sped off into the night. She didn't want to see anything.
~*~
Setsuna knew what the phone ring held. She knew there was nothing she could do. Without answering the phone, she picked up the keys and drove to the hospital.
It took all the time senshi's control to not kill Michiru when she saw her sitting by her bedside. All the crimson-eyed woman wanted to do was wipe that stream of tears off of the naive girl's face. Self-control kept her in the chair in the corner of the room, hidden by the curtain, listening to Michiru's heart wrenching words that turned Setsuna's rage into overpowering grief. She knew the words exchanged between the two before Michiru boarded the subway. She knew the ex-sea-senshi still loved her partner dearly, though she never knew she loved her before they met for the second time. It wasn't supposed to be this way, but Haruka's attemptive suicide was only stopped by her forgetting that she loved her. In the end, Haruka would still die out of love for Michiru, but the aqua-haired girl could never know this, though she would loved Haruka just as much. It was a miracle that Haruka had even survived her suicide, but there were no miracles left for the wind senshi.
She said 'can't', Haruka... you idiot. She didn't say 'don't'.
The bleeps of Haruka's tired heart joined into a drowning flat tone.
~*~
One afternoon two weeks earlier, Haruka and Michiru had been talking lightly when Michiru, with all the sincerity in her, asked her conversation partner:
"Hey, Haruka?"
"Hm?"
"What do you want more than anything?"
"To be here with the one goddess who I love more than anything in the world... you."
Blue eyes didn't stray despite of the furious blush that rose from the usually pale cheeks. Michiru knew then that Haruka loved her too, and hoped that there would come a day soon when she wouldn't have to keep a table in between them.