Hey guys, this is my newest fanfic. It's all about Emara and Michelle. I really hope you like it. Remember to R & R please!
Disclaimer: I don't own any Sailor Moon Characters.
Prologue
Michelle sat in her practicing chair, holding her violin and bow gently.
It almost seemed that she was obsessed with the wall, the way she continually stared at it.
Her eyes seemed emotionless as she looked past her music stand, and at a painting on the wall. It was very important to Michelle, for it was her very first masterpiece. She was so proud of it, and so was Emara.
She smiled at the memory of the day her and Emara met. They were at an art class and Emara "accidentally" splattered paint on Michelle. Of course, to this day, Michelle knew it was no accident. She also knew that something automatically clicked between them. They fell in love spontaneously.
From that day on, Emara and Michelle had a love to be envied. They seemed perfect for each other, and seemed to love one another with such a passion. Some of their friends said that it was almost sickening.
Michelle laughed out loud as she pictured what her friends would say when asked to describe their love.
"They're too perfect, it makes me sick!" After that, they would all just laugh.
Michelle focused once more on her painting, suddenly coming out of trance.
She put her violin into position and began playing while she waited for Emara to get home from the shop.
She was preparing a song for Emara, for their four-year anniversary, and she wanted everything to be perfect. She was definitely dressed to impress and she was even making Emara's favorite dish: Lasagna. It was pretty much the only thing Emara could make before they met.
Suddenly, the lock clicked. Michelle quickly stood up and fixed her dress.
The door opened and Emara walked in with a dozen roses in hand. She immediately smiled at Michelle when she saw her. "You look beautiful," she commented.
Michelle ran up to Emara and threw her arms around her. "Happy four years, Emara." Michelle leaned in and kissed Emara passionately.
As they pulled away, Emara couldn't help but smile at the angel in front of her. She held up the roses. "These are for you. Happy four years." Emara handed Michelle a bouquet of red and white roses. Red for love and white for innocence.
"Oh Emara, they're beautiful!" Michelle smiled as she took the roses to the kitchen.
"Something sure smells good," Emara laughed at herself, knowing exactly what was cooking.
"Mais oui, mon chere," Michelle came walking out with 2 plates, filled with food. "Le coupe de jour, lesagna. And to go with, some of the finest wine to be produced from France. Bon appetite."
Emara laughed again, knowing that Michelle was just trying to show off her fluency in French. "All right, all right, I get it Little Miss Culture. Now let's eat!"
The End...For now!!
Hey guys, I know this isn't very long, but it's just a prototype sort of thing. If I get some reviews on it, I'll start thinking about writing more on it. So please support me on this. And one more thing: LONG LIVE SAME-SEX MARRIAGE!!