WARNINGS: -This is shoujo-ai (girl/girl) story. If you don't like, don't read.
-This story will contain some physical and mental violence.
-This is FANTASY-story. If you don't like fantasy, don't read this.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Haruka, Michiru, Sailor Moon or names/places I use in this writing.
This story does not follow the storyline of Sailor Moon. It's completely independent writing except names and characters of Haruka and Michiru.
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To Fly
CHAPTER 1.
A cool, early fall wind blew upon Pacific Ocean's waves. It reached the coast and slowed down a bit when it come to a large forest, and told the nature to start to get ready for temperatures to fall. It continued it's never-ending journey, and reached the mountains called Nihon Arupusu, weaved in and out through the walleyes, and blew towards the meadows, around of the small villages. There it slowed down, as like to admire and remember the familiar scale from year before, year before that, and year before that, to time backwards as it had cooled the land down so many times before. Almost eternity.
It come to a small village of it's favourite. From time to time there, or somewhere else, was born some humans, who listened it like the rest of the nature, hearing it's stories and warnings. It had become more and more rare nowadays, but eighteen years before, there, at that small group of buildings, had borne a girl, who run with it, and united to it's silent scream, longing for freedom.
The wind weaved one's way around the buildings, seeking every corner it could reach, trying to find it's companion. When it was almost given up the hope, and was leaving the village, someone hopped down from the roof they had been hiding, and run laughing, trying to reach the tree line before the wind.
The first autumn wind did few flips with full of happiness, and rushed before the runner, trying to catch her. The girl grinned to it and speeded up her run. Almost even they reached the trees and kept running together, as fast as they could, through the forest, then through large steppe. Like that they kept going for hours. Other of them running, other flying, but neither of them knew which one were doing which. Or maybe both were doing both. It didn't matter. They were together, and once again, begin to lose their identity, when they started to melt as one.
Finally the cliff along the coast started to seen towards them, and the girl had to slow down. She stopped to the end of the edge, with happy, but somehow sad image on her face. The wind caressed her skin and messed her short, boyish style cut sandy blond hair.
"Same time next year" She whispered and the wind circled her one more time before it had to move on to tell the other lands that fall, and after that, winter, were coming.
The girl stood there for a while, watching the wind going farer, and smaller, warmer local wind taking it's place. The girl sighed quietly and turned to joggle back towards the only home she had ever known.
After whole day running, she was growing hungry when she reached once large farm, where she had born and lived with her parents. Now most of it was empty. Two years ago, her parents had been robbed and killed during their journey to one of the larger cities of the province, for getting to marketplace to trade their products. After that the girl had sold most of their cattle, because she could take care of just a small group of them.
She lifted cool water from the well to drink some of it. She loved the fresh taste of the liquid. After that, she splashed rest of it to her arms and face.
When she got to the large empty house, the loneliness, witch she was very familiar with, take over her. The blond girl looked for the basket and finding it, she put bread, cheese, wine and some fruits into it. When she left the house and headed towards centre of the village, she stopped to see that everything was fine with their cattle's. She still toughed them as "theirs", just like her house. She breathed in the scent of the village, as she approached the house of the weaver, and grinned as she saw a girl of her age, colouring cotton clothes in a huge pan at the backyard.
"Aren't you going to keep your lunch break at all?" she asked leaning to the old tree just outside of the yard. The other girl with long black hair almost jumped in the air when she heard the low, husky voice behind her.
"Oi, Haruka! You scared me!" she said and turned to see the other one smirking happily. "Just wait a sec and I wash my hands" she continued not able to stop the small smile forming on her face.
Haruka watched her cleaning herself and to enhance the fire under the pan. After that, the girl come to her, and side by side they walked out of the village, along side of the field until they come to cherry tree farm. There, under one of the oldest trees they sat, ate and talked in peace, enjoying one of the last warm days of that year. A young dear were slowly wandering at the edge of the forest, and stayed there for a while to look at them with slight interest.
"Do you know what time you can leave tonight?" Haruka asked alluding at the other girl's job.
"No, I don't. Why?" the girl asked and take a sip from her wine.
"I was wondering if you could come with me to the river. We could take a full moon swim" Haruka smirked with a wink. The girl next to her laughed softly and leaned closer to her.
"Are you suggesting that I should sneak out again?" She purred and touched Haruka's knee.
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm suggesting" Haruka answered with low, quiet voice, and leaned to kiss the other girl smiling.
When they parted, the girl, slightly shorter than Haruka, scrambled to sit on her lap and rested her head to sandy blonde's shoulder.
"I guess we just have to do so then" she whispered. Haruka folded her arms around the other's warm body and pressed her face against soft, dark cloud of hair.
"Yes, you do. I promise you wont be regretting it" she mumbled with a smile.
"I'm sure of that" the smaller girl giggled and nuzzled her face to Haruka's neck.
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"Ayame!"
The sudden shout made them both startle. Haruka heard the dark-haired girl in her lap to gasp in shock, and quickly struggle up and away from her. Middle age man with pitch-black hair and beard come towards them and grabbed Ayame from her hair. Without a word he started to drag the girl towards the village.
"Dad you are hurting me!" Ayame moaned with tears in her eyes, but the man just stormed above.
"Mr.Takashi! Mr.Takashi we weren't doing anything! Please let her go" Haruka pleaded gaining no efforts. They reached first buildings and kept going forward, thrusting through a crowd of playing kids and dogs.
"Not again" an old man groaned angrily and stopped to stand still when he saw the three of them at the edge of the middle village. More faces turned to look at them looking irrigated or despised.
Ayame stumbled to the rock and fell down with cry of pain, when the grip on her hair didn't let go. Haruka run to her and helped her up, asking if she was all right. She didn't have time to hear Ayame's reply when mr.Takashi let his grip from Ayame's hair and hit Haruka with so much strength, that the girl flied backwards and felled hard to the ground. Blood from her nose splattered to her face and started to flow along her neck from the power of his fist.
"You keep your filthy hands away from her!" he roared and pointed Haruka with his shaking hand.
"No don't! Please father" Ayame cried.
The man turned to face his daughter, hate and disgust burning is his eyes. "You... You..." he started but couldn't continue. Shakily he breathed deep and tried again.
"How... How could you do this to me? Haven't I always given you everything you wanted? Is this how you pay me back? How many times I have told you not to go near that girl?"
"Yes, dad. I'm sorry" the girl sobbed and hugged herself with shaking arms. Tears wetted her cheeks and made her voice thick and trembling.
"It's not her fault, mr.Takashi" Haruka defended desperately, her voice even huskier than normally, while getting up and trying to stop the bleeding and her tears. Ayame's father spun around to face her.
"I've had enough of you freak!" the man shouted with almost madness in his voice. He shut his eyes and stood there, wholly shaking and gritting his teeth and fists.
It take some time for him to get his anger under control, but when he did, and opened his eyes, there was something very scary and strange about them. Slowly he turned to face a group of people, who had gathered there to watch the incident.
"That's unnatural. She's unnatural" he told them with calm, weird hearing voice. Other men and women moved a little uncomfortable and glanced each others with slightly uncertainty ness.
"She's taking your girls!" He laughed to few younger males with slight hysteria in his voice, trying to convince them.
"That sick bitch is ruining our reputation! Making us look fools! Contaminating our village!" he now screamed in pure rage.
The man walked towards Haruka, who backed away with fear filled eyes. He grabbed her collar and pulled her face few inches away from his own reddened one, shouting "You have contaminated my daughter!" His spit splashed to her face, but she didn't dare to turn her face away.
Then he pushed her face farer and hit her into her stomach. Haruka let smothered voice when she break off to double, and felled down, trying desperately to breath.
The man shouted wordlessly towards the sky, obviously unsatisfied on something, and trying to unburden his hatred and frustration.
"You shame my family!" he howled and kneeled next to lying Haruka, shooting down few punches to the girl's grip.
When he rise, everybody were whispering together. Ayame had raised her hands to cover her mouth, and tried to restrain her sobbing. Haruka was moving on ground, moaning quietly.
Everybody seemed unsure of what to do. No one liked her, but still... What to do? What the person next to you was doing? So everyone stayed still, not daring to move on one way or another.
Until one little children giggled and poked her friend to gain her attention, then grabbed a heap of excrement and throw it to Haruka. It landed on her breasts with splash. Everything went death silence, then everyone started laughing.
It looked so funny, and someone patted the child's head trying to breath from laughter. The child looked amused first, then smile rose on her face, and she beamed on adults attention. This encouraged the other children to repeat the act, and adults to laugh louder. There was lots of excrements flying towards Haruka, who tried to protect her face from the ammunitions, when older inhabitant's of the village begun to join the fun. Soon excrements started to change to stones, sticks and everything else throw able.
"Please stop!" Ayame screamed and cried hysterically.
"Why do you care? You like her?" Ayame's older cousin demanded. "Maybe you should join her then, hu?" That bring about scorned laughter.
"Go ahead and answer, dear" her father's voice sounded cold and insensible. It had never sounded nothing like that before and it scared Ayame. She didn't know him anymore. That man wasn't her father.
"How is it?" he asked almost sweetly. Suddenly there was lots of people staring at her. Ayame trembled and eyed them fear rising inside of her.
"How. Is. It?" he divided syllables calmly. Eyes glowing strangely, he turned to fully face her. Ayame looked at Haruka, who lied there in pain.
"HOW IS IT!" he shouted with all of his lungs, veins expanding on his dark red head and neck.
"No" she cried and felled down on her knees trembling fiercely. "I... Don't care...About her" she managed to splutter between heavy sobs. She covered her face with her hands and leaned forward.
Her father snarled satisfied and turned his attention back to Haruka. His eyes grow large when he saw her looking at his daughter full of hurt and pain. She looked like someone would just have told her that the world would now come to it's end.
Pain filled mr.Takashi, and tears of rage dimmed his eyes. Why was that "thing" still trying to bring disgrace on her doughter! Yelling wordlessly he grabbed spade from one man's hand and run to Haruka, starting to hit her with it. At first other people immediately joined him, but soon started to hesitate. Haruka's body lied now totally relaxed on the ground, no one really knowing if she was death or just unconscious.
"That's enough" a man in his fifties said calmly and approached mr.Takashi carefully. He stopped the spade from it's hit when he reached the troubled man. "Enough" Slowly he leaded the shaking man with pitch-black hair, now wet with sweat and tears, away and towards his home.
For a while crowd mumbled there, again unsure of what to do next. Then one by one they started to walk away. One of Ayame's friends tried to help heavily crying girl to get up. "Haruka..." she sobbed and reached her trembling hand towards her lover. Other girls pulled her with them, afraid that same destiny would fall to their friend's part too.
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It was hard to breath. Something kept her eyes from opening. For a while Haruka wasn't sure where she was. Her whole body aced and she felt dizzy and weak. She tried to open her eyes again and realized that something that were covering her face had become dry and hard, gluing her eyes shut.
She tried to rose up and blackness behind her eyelids flashed to white, when great anguish exploded inside of her. Smothered sob escaped from her dry, splattered lips, when she almost fainted aging. The only thing that prevented it was that she was vomiting. Tears moistened her eyes when she lay on ground, panting hard. Little by little her brains began to work aging and everything come back to her mind. Suddenly the scent of blood, excrement and vomit come clear to her acing nose, filing it whole and made her to vomit again.
There she lied, for a time felt like hours, panting and praying for the pain to go away. Her own tears had softened the matter on her eyes and carefully she opened them to be greeted by full gorgeous moon, shining far above her. Beauty of it felt to be scoffing to her, encouraging her to enjoy the lovely night.
She was glad of the chilliness, it helping her fought back against nausea. She glanced the moon from the corner of her eye and suddenly in her mind come image of her and Ayame at the river swimming, playing and nuzzling together in the cool water. At that moment they should have been there enjoying each others and the peace of the night.
More tears come into her eyes and loneliness filled her. 'She had to say that she doesn't care about me. She just had to!' she sobbed and closed her eyes. 'I'm glad they didn't hurt her'
Still she couldn't eject away the thought that even though her girlfriend HAD tried to stop them, she had given up quite easily. If this would have happened to Ayame, Haruka would surely not have given up that easily, or at all. 'She is a coward, or doesn't love me as much as I thought she would' she thought full of self-pityness.
She was growing cold and her body tried to keep itself warm by shaking, which caused incredible pain. She tried to breath deep and calm, but pain didn't let her do that either. She couldn't do anything, so she did nothing. As hours went by, she finally sank to light dormancy.
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She woke up one time after sun had risen. She heard talking, although she didn't see anybody. Haruka opened her mouth and tried to talk, but out come just fizzing. She tried to wet her lips with her try, swollen tongue, and tried again. This time it was rattle, that come out. She focused really hard and managed to get out one hoarse, quiet word. "Water" She waited. Nothing happened. She tried again and waited again. Still nothing. No one heard her, or no one cared. Her powers were worn out and she gave up to empty, pain filled sleep.
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Haruka never found out, but on that day, the whole village circulate the place she lay from far, and on that day, there was very unpleasant and guilty feeling above everyone. Somehow the conversations were quite short and awkward, when peoples rather stayed quiet and alone.
Finally, when the sun had set and darkness covered the land, before moon would rise, Haruka's hearth started to slow down. It didn't have any energy left to keep itself alive for a long anymore.
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She would have died that night, unless there would have been an unusually luck for her. Someone smelled her blood, and scent of fear and despair, along other even more unpleasant stinks. And that someone turned to tell about it to her companion. Together they decided to find out if the origin of those smells would still be alive.
Dark, huge shadow covered the village, when they flied under the just risen-moon, seeking for a place to land. Wings, taller than many trees, hit the air, rising clouds of dust, when their owner landed softly to her four feet's, pressing footprints, size of an adult human female laying, to the ground.
Huge, deep, calm and wise, were the yellow eyes that focused to lying Haruka. "Oh my" the man with dark green cloak sighed, while he slide down from the old dragon's back.
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