PLEASE READ!!!: Hi everyone! Thanks for coming to read my fic, I hope you
like it. Please review, constructive criticism is welcome but flames are
not! This fic is about a romance between two females, so if that offends
you for some reason then no-one's making you read! Oh and just some
background info on the story, it's NOT set in modern times but rather
before the senshi came to Earth (when they lived in the Moon Kingdom).
Okay, well enough of my babbling and now onto the interesting part! The
fic!
IMPORTANT NOTE: Sorry if this is a bit hard to understand, but I'll try my best to explain... during the fic, you'll find that sometimes Haruka is referred to as a "he", and sometimes as a "she". During the bits of the fic when you're basically reading Michiru's point of view (almost "following" her and describing her feelings, you know?) then Haruka is referred to as a male. When you're "following" Haruka, she's obviously referred to as female. However, after Haruka tells Michiru that she's actually a woman, Haruka is always referred to as female. Okay? I hope no one's too confused ()
Oh and I don't own Haruka or Michiru or anything! ;P
-Dada
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NEVER
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The princess of Neptune frantically ruffled through the countless dresses in her enormous wardrobe. Although the dresses were made from the finest, richly colored materials and all of them were designed according to the latest fashions, the aqua-haired princess could not find a single one suitable for tonight's occasion. She needed something fancy without drawing the attention away from the person of honor that night... the Princess of the Moon, Princess Usagi. The beautiful fair-haired Usagi was celebrating her 20th birthday by throwing a grand 3-night ball in the Moon palace, and she had invited everyone of importance to the celebrations.
Luckily just as she was about to reluctantly settle for a lavender-colored lacy frock, the Neptune Princess' mother entered the room with a dress folded in her arms. "Michiru darling," she smiled elegantly, "do not fret so. You are mature enough now to wear this. I myself wore it to countless parties when I was your age. Look, dear, it's just the color of your eyes."
Michiru watched excitedly as her mother carefully unfolded the dress and held it up. It was perfect... aquamarine in color with tiny sapphires decorating the shirt in bodice in an exquisite fashion. The sleeves were transparent and flowing. Michiru stepped into the dress and let her mother zip it up in the back. After admiring herself in the mirror, Michiru turned and embraced her mother. "Thank you," she said.
The Queen of Neptune put her hands on Michiru's shoulders and held her at arm's length, checking for any imperfections. "You look a mirror image of myself when I was your age," she smiled. She then reached back and undid the bun that her hair was in and handed Michiru the turquoise ribbon that had held it. Michiru tied the ribbon around her neck as a choker and stepped into the shoes her mother offered her, then after running a brush through her wavy hair a few times, the young Princess exited her room accompanied by her mother. She was led outside where a coach was waiting. As one of the footmen handed her in, Michiru looked at her mother, confused.
"Why aren't you coming?" she questioned.
"You know very well that your father has a dreadful fever," her mother responded. "I must stay to tend to him."
"Can't one of the servants take care of him, mother?" Michiru said nervously.
"Now, Michiru!" her mother scolded. "Do not question my priorities! Now you will go to the ball like the mature young woman you are without another word! Understood?"
But Michiru didn't get a change to respond, because just then the coach lurched forward and they departed for the Moon.
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Yeah, nothing too exciting yet I suppose...just read the next chapter
IMPORTANT NOTE: Sorry if this is a bit hard to understand, but I'll try my best to explain... during the fic, you'll find that sometimes Haruka is referred to as a "he", and sometimes as a "she". During the bits of the fic when you're basically reading Michiru's point of view (almost "following" her and describing her feelings, you know?) then Haruka is referred to as a male. When you're "following" Haruka, she's obviously referred to as female. However, after Haruka tells Michiru that she's actually a woman, Haruka is always referred to as female. Okay? I hope no one's too confused ()
Oh and I don't own Haruka or Michiru or anything! ;P
-Dada
.::..::..::.
NEVER
.::..::..::.
The princess of Neptune frantically ruffled through the countless dresses in her enormous wardrobe. Although the dresses were made from the finest, richly colored materials and all of them were designed according to the latest fashions, the aqua-haired princess could not find a single one suitable for tonight's occasion. She needed something fancy without drawing the attention away from the person of honor that night... the Princess of the Moon, Princess Usagi. The beautiful fair-haired Usagi was celebrating her 20th birthday by throwing a grand 3-night ball in the Moon palace, and she had invited everyone of importance to the celebrations.
Luckily just as she was about to reluctantly settle for a lavender-colored lacy frock, the Neptune Princess' mother entered the room with a dress folded in her arms. "Michiru darling," she smiled elegantly, "do not fret so. You are mature enough now to wear this. I myself wore it to countless parties when I was your age. Look, dear, it's just the color of your eyes."
Michiru watched excitedly as her mother carefully unfolded the dress and held it up. It was perfect... aquamarine in color with tiny sapphires decorating the shirt in bodice in an exquisite fashion. The sleeves were transparent and flowing. Michiru stepped into the dress and let her mother zip it up in the back. After admiring herself in the mirror, Michiru turned and embraced her mother. "Thank you," she said.
The Queen of Neptune put her hands on Michiru's shoulders and held her at arm's length, checking for any imperfections. "You look a mirror image of myself when I was your age," she smiled. She then reached back and undid the bun that her hair was in and handed Michiru the turquoise ribbon that had held it. Michiru tied the ribbon around her neck as a choker and stepped into the shoes her mother offered her, then after running a brush through her wavy hair a few times, the young Princess exited her room accompanied by her mother. She was led outside where a coach was waiting. As one of the footmen handed her in, Michiru looked at her mother, confused.
"Why aren't you coming?" she questioned.
"You know very well that your father has a dreadful fever," her mother responded. "I must stay to tend to him."
"Can't one of the servants take care of him, mother?" Michiru said nervously.
"Now, Michiru!" her mother scolded. "Do not question my priorities! Now you will go to the ball like the mature young woman you are without another word! Understood?"
But Michiru didn't get a change to respond, because just then the coach lurched forward and they departed for the Moon.
.::..::..::.
Yeah, nothing too exciting yet I suppose...just read the next chapter