Thanks Cadbury! If you have any questions about Saint Seiya (like, if I make a reference about something, and you have no idea what I am talking about), make sure you ask, as it probably can get quite confusing. This is my first time really writing about Haruka and Michiru, but they are one of my fave sailor moon couplesâeven though I picked up on it way after the series was taken off the air, because of the stupid, flipping dub! Ahem. AnywaysâI dunno, doesn't Haruka seem like the smoking type to you? I can see her smokingâThanks to Hoshimare, as always. Hmmâit is like, massive amnesia, or something
Haruka pressed a cool cloth to Michiru's head, and frowned. She had slept for days now, her face pale and silent. Her skin was warm to the touch, and damp. Haruka had been keeping her vigil since she dragged Michiru home. And there was no change.
Hotaru entered, carrying a bowl of soup on a tray. Setting it down, the child kneeled next to Michiru, and pressed a hand to her forehead. She looked questioningly at Haruka, who shook her head. No change.
"I brought you some soup, Mama," Hotaru said, gesturing at the tray. "If you're going to stay here until Michiru wakes up, you'll need some nourishment." Haruka unfolded her body, having been tucked away in the corner next the Michiru's bed, and reached for the food, while smiling wearily at Hotaru.
"Thanks." Hotaru sighed and looked towards Michiru. She rose, and walked to the window, looking out at the city in a melancholy sort of way.
"I hope she wakes up soon, Mama," she said in her low voice. "We cannot go on without Michiru." Haruka joined her, Hotaru absently noting the power surrounding the avatar of the heavens.
"She will," Haruka said firmly, pressing her hand to Hotaru's shoulder. "She will wake up, soon."
"I hope so"
"Oh, GodâI have got the worst headacheâI haven't had one of these in years." Both whirled around from the windowsill to see Michiru propped up on her elbows, massaging her head.
"Michiru" Haruka murmured, and feel to her knees besides the bed, and reached out to hesitantly touch her face.
"What's wrong, Haruka? You look like someone you know has died, and then come back." She inquired in her sweet way, reaching up to cover the blonde's hand with her own.
"That was what we feared, Michiru-mama," Hotaru explained, standing behind Haruka. Michiru frowned a bit, and looked from Haruka, who was currently beyond words, to Hotaru.
"What do you mean? And whyâwhy is it daylight? I've never slept in this much."
"Michiru-mama, two days ago, Haruka-mama brought you home in a semi-conscious state. You have not awakened since then." It seemed to have dawned on her, her face softening as she put together what had happened. Her hand tightened on Haruka's, and she smiled gently at her partner.
"Yesâthe fire. It was awful. I must've been hit awfully hard on the head, hmm?" Hotaru's eyebrows flew upthe fire?!?
"TheâfireâMichiru, what are you talking about?!" Haruka demanded, peering more closely at Michiru. Michiru rewarded Haruka with a taken-aback look.
"Whyâthe fire, Haruka, the one we had to put out as senshi?" Her tone was slow and patient, and she was giving Haruka a strange look.
"What do you remember from the fire, Michiru-mama?" Hotaru asked softly, before Haruka could reply. Michiru shrugged, trying to recollect.
"We were sitting at that outdoor café, and then we heard screams. There was a large fire down the street, and so we transformed to fight it, since the firefighters had yet to arrive. And thenâI got hit on the head." Haruka looked utterly disgusted, and she had drawn back from Michiru, leaving a little less than an arm's length between them, her hand still pressed to her partner's face.
"Since when are we firefighters?!" She demanded, rather loudly. Michiru looked slightly injured.
"Well, they needed help and" Her voice faltered, and she winced, pressing her free hand to her temple.
"What's wrong?!" The blonde asked sharply, leaning in towards Michiru, whose eyes were screwed shut.
"Nothingâjust my head" she whispered. The indignant look dropped off of Haruka's face, replaced with one of great concern.
"MichiruâI-"
"Michiru-mama, Haruka-mama and I will leave you to rest. We'll bring you some aspirin in a bit, okay?" Michiru nodded, and opened her eyes a tad. Smiling, she brought Haruka's hand to her lips, before letting go, and burrowing beneath her covers.
"Thank you," she whispered, shutting her eyes, and almost instantly dropped off to sleep. Hotaru guided her adopted mother from the room, and once she had shut the door behind her, she gave her guardian a kind of hopeless look.
"I know" Haruka whispered, pulling her daughter to her chest. "I knowâbut we'll find out why this is happening, and we'll stop it. You, me, and the Inners. We'll stop it, I promise." Hotaru sighed heavily, and inhaled Haruka's scent, a mixture of cigarette smoke, and plumeria, trying to lull herself into a sense of comfort.
"I hope soâI hope so"