Such bitter sweet melody...Michiru was drawn to it. As if, it was a lover's cry over his lost beloved. Her feet were being pulled like magnet. She didn't know where she was going. Her eyes were closed all throughout; her guide was her heart. Soon, she knew she would be face-to-face to its musical wielder.
Could it be him? Ever since that fateful day, Michiru had always hoped they would meet again. She had been undergoing formal Sailor Neptune training with firm determination. Yet, her thoughts continued to drift to her mysterious hero from time to time. Her heart called upon him. Where could he be? Is he well? Has another captured his heart?
The music stopped. Michiru opened her eyes and halted as well. Under the dim light of the full moon, the soft breeze blew against her wavy hair and nightgown. Away from the chatteau, she was now overlooking a majestic waterfalls. Perhaps, she needed to blend with her element and be recharged from all this emotional distress. The carress of the wind was inviting, whispering to her promises of tenderness. The falls roared in anticipation of her return. The temptation was too much.
With eyes closed, she extended her arms on her sides. Palms parallel to her body. She was preparing to free-fall. She would be home again soon.
Everything seemed brilliant, vibrant and colorful. Haruka took a deep breath. He has just finished meditating, fusing with the wind god. It was already his habit to play his symphony to his lost love after these sessions.
He took a leaf and gently brought it to his lips. He laid his other hand on top of the other; his hands guided this delicate structure on his mouth as a sad tune filled the air. His heart was weeping. All who ever witnessed this intense display of passion were him and the wind. The wind was and has always been his constant companion.
For years, Haruka struggled whether he should search for her or succumb to the inevitable truth. He is Sailor Uranus, and in that, there is no room for love. He took his vocation seriously; it is of the utmost honor among his people, even amidst the nobility themselves. Are not the Uranian royalty called to be servants of the people? He lived for his people and no one else, not even his own.
Wherever she is, he prayed she is in perfect health and happy. He wondered how she would look like. With the years that has passed, surely she has blossomed to be a woman of rare beauty and grace. She would be as old as the lost maiden he had met days ago. She was indeed very beautiful and well-mannered. A part of him wanted to believe that she was his beloved, yet he knew it was impossible. Otherwise, why then didn't she recognize him? His beloved would have known it was him albeit he never showed his face. There were no need for words, such was their bond. His soul suffers in silence; if only he confessed how he truly felt...
Concluding his tune, silence reigned once more. He stood in awe of this exquisite planet. Being on an overseeing cliff gave him a great view, a majestic waterfall in all its glory. The sound of falling and flowing water appeased his soul. He observed and scrutnized his environment with deep admiration and appreciation. His eyes focused on a figure near the source of the water fall. A woman with wavy aquamarine hair is about to commit suicide. It was her again!