Kaze to Umi: Eien no Futarigami

Wind and Sea: Eternity's Pair

This literary piece is a fanfiction. Sailor Moon is copyrighted by none other than Naoko Takeuchi, the rightful author. Her characters are not my own, and I claim no rights to them. This work is my original; I will know if someone plagiarizes my writing. Enjoy, readers!

Note: If you are easily offended by female homosexuality, please stop here.

If you are one of the many people who have not seen the fifth story arc of Sailor Moon, Sailor Moon Sailor Stars, then here is a brief synopsis of it. This will clear a few things up with names.

This part of the series introduces the fact that there are not only Sailor Senshi in our own planetary system, but all across the universe. Shadow Galactica, ledby Sailor Galaxia, is the new enemy of the Sailor Senshi. Her Sailor Animates, such as Sailor Aluminum Siren and Sailor Iron Mouse, are very powerful, and they help Sailor Galaxia collect Sailor Star Seeds. In truth, the Sailor Animates are real Sailors being controlled by Galaxia's bracelets. Usagi/Serena and company have all reached high school and are definitely a little more matured. Chibiusa/Rini leaves for the 30th century, and ends up having to stay, and Mamoru/Darien is accepted to Harvard, which means he'd have to leave Usagi for a year. A new person, Chibi Chibi, is introduced; she is a very cute little girl with red hair and 'meatball-shaped' hair, except the buns are hearts. An idol group, the Three Lights, become popular during this time. After being thought of as enemies, they are found to be a new type of Sailor Senshi team, the Sailor Starlights: Star Fighter (Seiya Kou), Star Maker (Taiki Kou), and Star Healer (Yaten Kou). One by one, people in Usagi's life are taken by Sailor Galaxia, and their Star Seeds are collected; this starts with Mamoru as he leaves to go to America (there is not much seen of Mamoru in this series except flashback).

Sailor Uranus and Neptune, however, willingly gave their Star Seeds up to Galaxia. The two pretended to be enslaved by her bracelets and even fought the Sailors they were allied with in order to keep up the lie. At the time in which Sailor Galaxia used them against Sailor Moon for the last time, Uranus and Neptune turned upon the woman, wounding her greatly. Their bracelets were taken from them, and the two died, their hands together. They were reborn, of course, after all was over and done with.

This story takes place four years after the battle with Galaxia. The Sailor Starlights have come back, meaning the Three Lights are now a popular group again. Haruka and Michiru have begun to work with them again, like in the past. This story is more about Haruka and Michiru, rather than the Sailor Senshi.

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"It's been four years . . ."

Dark cyan locks of semi-long length cascaded over the side of the bathtub. They were shiny, due to the prior submersion of the woman they belonged to. The bathtub was large and luxurious, just as the home she lived in. There was more than enough room for her, and even another. Milky-white, beautifully defined arms were crossed and resting upon the rim of the small pool; her equally beautiful body was turned towards the rest of the bathroom as she looked out of the window, showing a gentle face topped with the aforementioned wavy cyan hair, complete with azure eyes and light, thin lips. This was Michiru Kaioh, the Sailor Senshi's own Sailor Neptune — the soldier of the tides and seas.

"And you haven't aged a day." said another, who then placed a kiss upon the gorgeous woman's neck. Obviously, this person, a woman, was her lover; the taller, more athletically built (yet still beautiful) one had her arms around Michiru, looking in the same direction, eyes of a darker bluish-green not truly focused. Very short hair of a sandy blonde color adorned her head, only her bangs making contact with Michiru's skin, as far as her hair went. As Michiru shivered slightly at this tender kiss, this woman, Haruka Tenoh, shifted so that they could both be more comfortable against the tub's edge. Once satisfied, she pulled Michiru closer. "You think too much, love."

"Do I?" asked the aquatic-haired one, turning her head to look at Haruka. After a moment, the woman bit upon her bottom lip, letting it go to speak. "I guess you're right. Galaxia nearly took us from life . . . I think I have the right to think, don't you?" Michiru smiled, raising a hand to caress Haruka's cheek.

"Not if it takes you away from me. You'd be as bad as that galactic bitch, then." Closing her eyes, Haruka rested the side of her head against her lover's own.

"Jealous, are we?"

" . . . yes."

"Afraid that after my mind, my body is next?"

"Never. Your body is mine." With these words, Haruka backed away from Michiru enough to be able to turn her over. After stroking the beauty's cheek, she leaned in and kissed the lips of the seas' guardian. Haruka lifted one of Michiru's legs, resting her lover's ankle upon her shoulder. The soft lips of the wind soldier kissed the calf before her and kept her eyes locked on Michiru's heavenly gaze.

"Only my body, my dear?" It took a good deal of strength for Michiru to not crumble under the sensation she received from that one kiss.

"If your mind is already taken from me, then I must take what I can, for if I can't have you, then I will die." Another kiss was given to the succulent skin in her grasp.

"I reiterate, a world without you is not worth saving," whispered Michiru.

The sensations she received while with Haruka, the orgasmic feelings she knew that would last for hours, were still fresh upon her mind as she lay down to sleep, the scent of fresh jasmine and peach bubble bath lingering with both of them. Even if she was elated with her previous gift, she couldn't help but gaze melancholically towards their drapes and minute peek towards the beautiful outdoors. Figuring that her worry was not valid, she pulled at Haruka's

arms so that they were even tighter around her delicate frame.

The night claimed them both, and the day turned.

Uniform ringing broke through the couple's dreams; the telephone rang. The first time was nearly unheard. The second ring woke them both up.

"Mmmmm . . . you get it. I . . . really don't feel like being a bitch first thing in the morning, Michiru."

". . . and how do you think I'd be?"

"Nice, as always."

"Quiet. Move." said Michiru as she climbed over Haruka to answer the phone, which was oh-so-conveniently placed; Haruka's mind was a very complex thing. Sometimes, Michiru didn't care to understand. Other times, she craved to be so much closer than what she already was. She dismissed her thoughts at the fourth ring and answered the phone. "Hello?"

As her form hovered over Haruka's, barely touching the wind soldier's soft skin, Michiru felt prying hands in . . . private areas.

"Mm-hmm . . . y-yes . . . I will. Thank you very much." said Neptune's guardian. "Good day." Quickly, she hung up.

Once finished with the telephone call, Michiru would find that the violations weren't stopping. It took Michiru grabbing Haruka's hand, after a moment or two, for the woman to notice that things weren't exactly 'kosher.' Deciding to skip the tension and such for the time being, she asked, "Who was it?"

Haruka, in a loving and apologetic gesture, brought Michiru down to bed gently, her long arms around her petite waist. She even kissed her partner's neck while caressing her skin.

"Your agent. You're working with the Three again." said Michiru, a little coldly. She wrenched herself from Haruka's grasp and stood up. Her nude form contrasted their semi-dark walls very well. Haruka leaned over and propped herself up on her right arm, staring at her love dressing her hair. As Michiru sat naked at the vanity, her dazed counterpart could have sworn she became more beautiful every day.

"What is it?"

"What do you mean?"

"What's wrong?" She stood also, only simple, non-lace panties adorning her form; Haruka ran a long-fingered hand through her short hair. "I'm not an idiot; you're angry. Tell me."

Michiru could feel the soft vibrations through her stool as Haruka approached. The woman fidgeted when her lover stroked her face, specifically her right cheek. Usually, Michiru would have melted and leaned back, but she sat straight and looked herself in the eye through the mirror. "More than you can understand, Haruka."

"I can't understand if you don't tell me, l—"

"Just don't try to talk to me right now. I'm late." When she stood, her aqua hair fell to her back after she fluffed it one more time. She walked to her part of the closet, quickly donned a simple, sleeveless, and semi-long blue dress (after putting on the right undergarments, of course). Next, Michiru applied a small bit of lotion to her legs and arms, before walking to the door. She took a look back to Haruka, who was standing in their bedroom doorway with an unbuttoned shirt and the same underwear on (arms crossed), put on her shoes, and then left the house. She would be taking her own, rarely-used car that day.

"Damnit." There was a small hole in the wall a few seconds later.

Haruka's angst was interrupted by the second call of the morning. It was only eight twenty-seven in the morning. Picking up the phone, hoping that it was an apologetic Michiru, Haruka simply greeted the caller in a slightly gruff voice. "Hello?"

". . ." The phone was dropped, and after dressing quickly, Haruka was off in her fabulous car.