Hi, everyone! This is my first fanfic, so please don't kill me. Read and
review and tell me what you think (as nicely as possible, meaning no major
flames). Thanks!
Author's note: I have to give tons of credit to my friend Annie, for giving me awesome ideas! Oh yeah, and of course credit to Remi and Lubin too!
Disclaimer: Oh, come on, everyone knows that I don't own Sailor Moon or any of the characters, so why bother with this? But here it is flat out and simple: I don't own Sailor Moon.
"Bye, Setsuna! We'll see you in a month!" Haruka and Michiru waved madly as they boarded their plane. They were on their way to the Bahamas, spending 4 weeks relaxing and having fun.
"Wow, Haruka! I'm so excited! This trip is going to be so much fun!" Michiru glanced over at her friend.
"Yeah, me too! But I do wish Setsuna could've come with us."
"Haruka, you know she wanted to, but with her job? No way."
"Yeah, guess so. Oh, well! I am totally looking forward to this!"
Hours later, they were nearing their destination. "Haruka! We're almost there!" Michiru squealed happily. "We-" she got cut off when a violent shudder through the plane nearly toppled her over.
"Michiru!" Haruka jumped to her feet. "Are you okay?"
"Um, yeah, I am. Wow, what was that?" Michiru scrambled to her feet.
"I don't know, but we better sit down in case that happens again."
"Right."
Just as they were comfortably settled back in their seats, the captain spoke. "Ladies and gentlemen," he barked through the intercom. "We seem to have some storm clouds right ahead of us. We must go through the storm in order to reach our destination as quickly as possible. This is a very safe situation, so please, do not panic and be ready for a few bumps here and there. Thank you!"
Haruka and Michiru glanced at each other. "Well, I guess we don't have to worry now since we know that it's just a storm." Michiru looked out the small window. Sure enough, gray clouds were all she could see. "I don't know why, but I'm still nervous. I mean, it's a storm that we have no clue about. What if-"
"Michiru!" Haruka yelped. "I'm trying to relax here, and your what-ifs aren't helping!"
"Oh, oops! Sorry!" Michiru glanced sheepishly at Haruka. "You're right. We're supposed to be having fun here!" Just then, the plane gave a sudden downward lurch. "Whoa-" Haruka inhaled sharply. Her stomach was not exactly the most calmest organ in her body. Before she had time to adjust from the sudden dip, the plane careened sideways. "Ahhhhh!" Haruka fell out of her seat with a lunge. Michiru was not doing much better. She was already kneeling on the floor and clinging to the seat handle. "Michiru!" Haruka yelled. "Hold on!" The captain's voice came on again. "Um, folks, we are having some trouble. It looks like the storm is not as small as it seems! So, uh, try not to panic and we'll update you on the progress we're having." Haruka groaned. This was not good. Her stomach started churning violently. She leaned over, grabbed the barf bag from the seat, and vomited into it. As she slowly lifted her head up, something caught her eye. Haruka whipped around, only to find Michiru collapsed on the floor, eyes closed.
"Oh, no! Michiru!!" Haruka screamed, crawling over to the silent form on the floor. But before Haruka could reach Michiru, the plane tilted again. Haruka slid across the floor, bumping into other passengers. Suddenly, the lights started flickering. Haruka frantically tried to reach Michiru, but every time she steadied herself, the plane would tilt and topple her over again. Haruka moaned as her head started spinning. Waves of nausea ran through her body as she once more tried to get to Michiru. But again, Haruka fell over and this time she stayed down. People screaming, lights flickering, the captain's frantic orders yelled throughout the plane. The scene flashed before Haruka's eyes. Something was seriously wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. A jolt of pain shot through Haruka's head and she groaned in agony. "Michiru....." Haruka whispered before suddenly, her vision blurred and she was plunged into utter darkness........
Author's note: I have to give tons of credit to my friend Annie, for giving me awesome ideas! Oh yeah, and of course credit to Remi and Lubin too!
Disclaimer: Oh, come on, everyone knows that I don't own Sailor Moon or any of the characters, so why bother with this? But here it is flat out and simple: I don't own Sailor Moon.
"Bye, Setsuna! We'll see you in a month!" Haruka and Michiru waved madly as they boarded their plane. They were on their way to the Bahamas, spending 4 weeks relaxing and having fun.
"Wow, Haruka! I'm so excited! This trip is going to be so much fun!" Michiru glanced over at her friend.
"Yeah, me too! But I do wish Setsuna could've come with us."
"Haruka, you know she wanted to, but with her job? No way."
"Yeah, guess so. Oh, well! I am totally looking forward to this!"
Hours later, they were nearing their destination. "Haruka! We're almost there!" Michiru squealed happily. "We-" she got cut off when a violent shudder through the plane nearly toppled her over.
"Michiru!" Haruka jumped to her feet. "Are you okay?"
"Um, yeah, I am. Wow, what was that?" Michiru scrambled to her feet.
"I don't know, but we better sit down in case that happens again."
"Right."
Just as they were comfortably settled back in their seats, the captain spoke. "Ladies and gentlemen," he barked through the intercom. "We seem to have some storm clouds right ahead of us. We must go through the storm in order to reach our destination as quickly as possible. This is a very safe situation, so please, do not panic and be ready for a few bumps here and there. Thank you!"
Haruka and Michiru glanced at each other. "Well, I guess we don't have to worry now since we know that it's just a storm." Michiru looked out the small window. Sure enough, gray clouds were all she could see. "I don't know why, but I'm still nervous. I mean, it's a storm that we have no clue about. What if-"
"Michiru!" Haruka yelped. "I'm trying to relax here, and your what-ifs aren't helping!"
"Oh, oops! Sorry!" Michiru glanced sheepishly at Haruka. "You're right. We're supposed to be having fun here!" Just then, the plane gave a sudden downward lurch. "Whoa-" Haruka inhaled sharply. Her stomach was not exactly the most calmest organ in her body. Before she had time to adjust from the sudden dip, the plane careened sideways. "Ahhhhh!" Haruka fell out of her seat with a lunge. Michiru was not doing much better. She was already kneeling on the floor and clinging to the seat handle. "Michiru!" Haruka yelled. "Hold on!" The captain's voice came on again. "Um, folks, we are having some trouble. It looks like the storm is not as small as it seems! So, uh, try not to panic and we'll update you on the progress we're having." Haruka groaned. This was not good. Her stomach started churning violently. She leaned over, grabbed the barf bag from the seat, and vomited into it. As she slowly lifted her head up, something caught her eye. Haruka whipped around, only to find Michiru collapsed on the floor, eyes closed.
"Oh, no! Michiru!!" Haruka screamed, crawling over to the silent form on the floor. But before Haruka could reach Michiru, the plane tilted again. Haruka slid across the floor, bumping into other passengers. Suddenly, the lights started flickering. Haruka frantically tried to reach Michiru, but every time she steadied herself, the plane would tilt and topple her over again. Haruka moaned as her head started spinning. Waves of nausea ran through her body as she once more tried to get to Michiru. But again, Haruka fell over and this time she stayed down. People screaming, lights flickering, the captain's frantic orders yelled throughout the plane. The scene flashed before Haruka's eyes. Something was seriously wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. A jolt of pain shot through Haruka's head and she groaned in agony. "Michiru....." Haruka whispered before suddenly, her vision blurred and she was plunged into utter darkness........