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Disclaimer: I'm not a millionaire, so you should use that to assume that I don't own Sailor Moon or its characters.
Pain. The first thing Haruka thought of as she opened her eyes to a blinding sun and clear blue skies. She groaned and shifted around, realizing that she had been lying down. She blinked a few times, wondering how she had gotten where she was. Suddenly, with a flash, Haruka remembered the plane and her eyes flew open wide. The storm. The chaos. Michiru. At the thought of her dearest friend, Haruka forgot all about her pain and jumped to her feet. What about Michiru? Haruka cried silently in her head. What happened to her? And where am I? At the thought, Haruka glanced around. She had been lying on a sandy beach next to clear blue waters, but there were no other people around. Giant, leafy trees rose up behind her, their shadows somehow ominous. There was something about the trees that seemed…. strange, Haruka thought, but she quickly cleared the thought from her head. She had no time to be worrying about evil trees at the moment. "What am I going to do?" Haruka murmured frantically. She started pacing furiously up and down the shoreline, thinking of possible ideas IF she could ever find Michiru and IF she could survive. Suddenly, Haruka stopped, as if on cue. She glanced up and saw a figure lying on the beach, not far away. Something about the figure…slender form, hair blowing in the w- "MICHIRU!" Haruka cried and flew to the unmoving form on the sand. "Oh, no, Michiru, come on, it's me, Haruka!" She desperately tried to wake the silent girl, but there was no response. Haruka swiftly felt for a pulse, and to her great relief, there was one, although quite faint. But how would she get Michiru conscious? There were no other people around for sure, at least far as Haruka could see. She would have to use some of her own energy to heal her friend. Haruka gently placed her hands on Michiru's shoulders, and then started concentrating. As she felt warmth and energy flow from her to the other body, she could already feel Michiru getting revived. At last, the girl opened her eyes and looked around. Haruka sat back, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Wha-Haruka!!" Michiru cried as she saw the sandy-blonde hair, bold teal eyes.
"Shh…you still need to rest. Relax, you're ok now." Haruka soothingly whispered. At this, Michiru burst into tears. "Oh, H-Haruka! I-I-was so scared! I remember blacking out, and leaving y-you on the floor! Oh, I-I'm so sorry! I-,"
"Michiru!" Haruka cut in. "Stop! You didn't do anything wrong! Rest now. I have to figure how we're going to get out of here."
"What? What do you mean?" Michiru suddenly asked, quite alert. Haruka sighed. "Take a look around." Michiru lifted her head and gasped.
"But-what are we doing here?"
"I don't know. I don't remember anything except the plane and the storm. I don't know how we ever got on this…deserted island."
"S-so we can't get off this island?" Michiru started to sound frantic.
"Not unless there's a phone or something." Haruka replied calmly. Her emotions weren't ever shown on her face or in her voice. But inside, her heart was beating furiously and her stomach was completely clenched up. She sighed. What a problem they were in. But she couldn't think about being rescued yet. They had to find a shelter and try to at least survive for a couple of days. "Michiru." Haruka spoke gently but firmly. "We have to get moving. We need to find a temporary place to live until we get rescued." Michiru nodded tearfully. "Come on, I'll help you up." Haruka extended an arm to her friend. She pulled Michiru up and they slowly started walking. "I think we should head for the woods," Haruka said. Michiru nodded. It was obvious from her grim expression that she was very much in shock.
As the two entered the woods, Haruka felt the same uneasiness as she had felt before. There was nothing around as far as she could see, but it was like there was another presence in the air…an unfamiliar one. Just the thought made Haruka shiver. But she quickly straightened up. She couldn't let Michiru see that something was bothering her. Michiru already had too much on her mind. "Hey, look!" the gentle voice cut into Haruka's thoughts. She glanced at where Michiru was pointing. A shelter, it looked like, and after a few more steps, Haruka was sure that it was some kind of tent. She breathed out, obviously relieved. There were other people on the island.
"Hello? Is anyone there? Can you help us?" Haruka called out. There was no reply. Suddenly, a figure stepped out of the white tent. It was a woman, carrying some kind of weapon. She swiftly raised it to a firing position. "No, no! We're not going to hurt you!" Haruka cried. But it was too late. The woman pulled back and fired. An arrow shot out of the weapon and came flying……towards Haruka and Michiru…
Disclaimer: I'm not a millionaire, so you should use that to assume that I don't own Sailor Moon or its characters.
Pain. The first thing Haruka thought of as she opened her eyes to a blinding sun and clear blue skies. She groaned and shifted around, realizing that she had been lying down. She blinked a few times, wondering how she had gotten where she was. Suddenly, with a flash, Haruka remembered the plane and her eyes flew open wide. The storm. The chaos. Michiru. At the thought of her dearest friend, Haruka forgot all about her pain and jumped to her feet. What about Michiru? Haruka cried silently in her head. What happened to her? And where am I? At the thought, Haruka glanced around. She had been lying on a sandy beach next to clear blue waters, but there were no other people around. Giant, leafy trees rose up behind her, their shadows somehow ominous. There was something about the trees that seemed…. strange, Haruka thought, but she quickly cleared the thought from her head. She had no time to be worrying about evil trees at the moment. "What am I going to do?" Haruka murmured frantically. She started pacing furiously up and down the shoreline, thinking of possible ideas IF she could ever find Michiru and IF she could survive. Suddenly, Haruka stopped, as if on cue. She glanced up and saw a figure lying on the beach, not far away. Something about the figure…slender form, hair blowing in the w- "MICHIRU!" Haruka cried and flew to the unmoving form on the sand. "Oh, no, Michiru, come on, it's me, Haruka!" She desperately tried to wake the silent girl, but there was no response. Haruka swiftly felt for a pulse, and to her great relief, there was one, although quite faint. But how would she get Michiru conscious? There were no other people around for sure, at least far as Haruka could see. She would have to use some of her own energy to heal her friend. Haruka gently placed her hands on Michiru's shoulders, and then started concentrating. As she felt warmth and energy flow from her to the other body, she could already feel Michiru getting revived. At last, the girl opened her eyes and looked around. Haruka sat back, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Wha-Haruka!!" Michiru cried as she saw the sandy-blonde hair, bold teal eyes.
"Shh…you still need to rest. Relax, you're ok now." Haruka soothingly whispered. At this, Michiru burst into tears. "Oh, H-Haruka! I-I-was so scared! I remember blacking out, and leaving y-you on the floor! Oh, I-I'm so sorry! I-,"
"Michiru!" Haruka cut in. "Stop! You didn't do anything wrong! Rest now. I have to figure how we're going to get out of here."
"What? What do you mean?" Michiru suddenly asked, quite alert. Haruka sighed. "Take a look around." Michiru lifted her head and gasped.
"But-what are we doing here?"
"I don't know. I don't remember anything except the plane and the storm. I don't know how we ever got on this…deserted island."
"S-so we can't get off this island?" Michiru started to sound frantic.
"Not unless there's a phone or something." Haruka replied calmly. Her emotions weren't ever shown on her face or in her voice. But inside, her heart was beating furiously and her stomach was completely clenched up. She sighed. What a problem they were in. But she couldn't think about being rescued yet. They had to find a shelter and try to at least survive for a couple of days. "Michiru." Haruka spoke gently but firmly. "We have to get moving. We need to find a temporary place to live until we get rescued." Michiru nodded tearfully. "Come on, I'll help you up." Haruka extended an arm to her friend. She pulled Michiru up and they slowly started walking. "I think we should head for the woods," Haruka said. Michiru nodded. It was obvious from her grim expression that she was very much in shock.
As the two entered the woods, Haruka felt the same uneasiness as she had felt before. There was nothing around as far as she could see, but it was like there was another presence in the air…an unfamiliar one. Just the thought made Haruka shiver. But she quickly straightened up. She couldn't let Michiru see that something was bothering her. Michiru already had too much on her mind. "Hey, look!" the gentle voice cut into Haruka's thoughts. She glanced at where Michiru was pointing. A shelter, it looked like, and after a few more steps, Haruka was sure that it was some kind of tent. She breathed out, obviously relieved. There were other people on the island.
"Hello? Is anyone there? Can you help us?" Haruka called out. There was no reply. Suddenly, a figure stepped out of the white tent. It was a woman, carrying some kind of weapon. She swiftly raised it to a firing position. "No, no! We're not going to hurt you!" Haruka cried. But it was too late. The woman pulled back and fired. An arrow shot out of the weapon and came flying……towards Haruka and Michiru…