Disclaimer: I do not own Sailormoon, or its characters, only the piece of fluff that is this fic.
Warnings: Shoujo-ai between Haruka and Michiru. There is also ::blushes:: kissing and perhaps innuendo. Leave if this story has the remotest possibility of scarring you for life. I warned you, so you better not flame! Also, my beta reader has not read this. I apologize for any grammatical errors.
Notes: The original "A Quiet Scene" was written a long time ago, but was never posted. This is the second version, edited and updated. The story takes place during SailormoonS. Please enjoy.
Senshi = warrior
Youma = monster/demon
A Quiet Scene
Haruka Tenoh turned the knob, and entered into her apartment. Her rich teal-colored eyes had lost some of their shine, and her expression was a tired one. She hung up her blue jacket, and absent-mindedly ran her fingers through her short sandy hair. Out of nowhere, a slight breeze ruffled her hair, and swept across the bare nape of her neck. She smiled, thinking of the wind's caress, but it soon disappeared as her body's need for rest overcame her. She carefully made her way around huge stacks of sheet music piled on the floor, and collapsed onto the soft plushness of the couch. Then she was asleep.
Michiru Kaioh opened the door of the apartment gingerly as her deep blue eyes peeped in. Her wavy aquamarine hair ruffled as she made her way in. She noticed a blue jacket hanging dangerously from a hook, threatening to fall. She quickly adjusted it, and made her way to the sleeping form. She glanced once at her piles of violin sheet music, and sighed. She would have a hell of a time cleaning it up, but there was one piece she just had to find. She went over to a stack and began rummaging through the papers.
There was a slight groan.
Michiru's face shot up. Haruka had merely shifted in her sleep; her face was now away from the couch. Michiru breathed in relief. She got up to go to the next stack, when her heel slipped on a piece of sheet music beneath her. She tumbled onto the floor with an undignified squeak. Michiru blushed.
For a moment, a half-opened eye opened in amusement.
When the sea senshi looked up again, she found both of Haruka's eyes still closed. She could have sworn that the noise of her fall had woken Haruka up. Michiru would have shrugged, but since there wasn't anyone else in the apartment to see it (the one exception being unconscious), she merely dusted herself off. Michiru picked up the paper she had slipped on. Upon closer examination, she realized it was the exact sheet she had been looking for. She began to chuckle. The noise broke the silence in the room, and Michiru quickly stopped herself.
But the chuckling continued.
Michiru was dumfounded; it seemed her mouth wasn't obeying her command to stop. Haruka's chuckling switched to giggling. Blue eyes turned to meet green orbs.
"How long have you been watching me?" Michiru eyebrow twitched.
"How long have you been on the floor?" replied Haruka nonchalantly.
Michiru's blush deepened.
"You look so pretty when you blush, and with your hair all messed up."
"What, my hair's messed up?!" Michiru began to comb through her hair with her fingers, trying to look as if she was absolutely horrified. It failed when she chuckled. "But I like it this way, when the wind blows hard outside, and plays with my hair." Michiru smiled mischievously as she inched toward Haruka. "But maybe a little revenge is called for." With that, she pinned Haruka down, deeper into the couch and kissed her. It was a light kiss, but Michiru was in a playful mood. She began to kiss Haruka harder.
"Michiluveplessstope," Haruka mumbled.
"What?" Michiru drew her face away form Haruka's.
"Michiru love, please stop," she said again.
Michiru's face fell.
"No, it's not that. I'm just…tired," Haruka said with a yawn, closing her eyes. Michiru was relieved, and picked up the paper that had fallen from her hands. That's when Haruka's eyes flew open. She noticed Michiru was keeping something behind her back. "On second thought, maybe I'm not too tired."
"But, um, Haruka…"
Haruka pulled Michiru closer, and made a grab for the paper in her hands.
"No fair!" Michiru yelled as she dashed away from the couch.
Haruka tried to sit up, but suddenly fell back onto the couch. Michiru looked at her partner in concern from a safe distance. Haruka gazed back at Michiru with sad eyes, and turned, burying her face in the couch. Michiru waited, but Haruka didn't stir. Michiru drew nearer to the couch and touched the dark blond hair.
"I didn't realize you were so beat."
"Neither did I. If I were at my best, I would have caught you no problem."
"Well, then it looks like this time, I get to catch you," Michiru wrapped her hands around Haruka's waist and kissed her on the forehead. Michiru had to admit Haruka didn't look too well. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick?"
"I didn't know I was. Thought I was just tired."
Michiru thought for a moment. Haruka had killer midterms and track practice from six to eight all week. This was compounded to the fact that they had faced a youma three times in a space of less than ten days. Also, Haruka had been in two races, one of which she had lost. Haruka losing a race, even by just a fraction of a second, was enough to worry Michiru.
"Poor Haruka," Michiru said. She was sure Haruka was feeling burnt out. Haruka snuggled against her. Soon Haruka's breathing and heartbeat slowed. Michiru kissed her sleeping partner's forehead once again, and picked up the sheet of music she had placed on the coffee table during their discussion. On the violin solo was the inscription, "To the distant wind, whose cool touch can dry the hot tears of sadness." Then, she turned the paper. Michiru gasped. The back wasn't blank. An unfamiliar handwriting had composed a piano part, turning the solo into a duet. Haruka had known all along. The reply read, "To the sea's embrace, the wind is distant no longer. Together, we weave pure light…"
The smile that blossomed on the sea senshi's face was a testament to that light.
Haruka could only remain oblivious.
She snored.
The End
Ahh…that felt good. Haven't written a Sailormoon fic in quite a while. I decided to end the fic on a humorous note, at least I hope it was funny; I've been writing too much angst lately.
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