Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon
The Second Story
AN: So I was talking Sailor Moon with my friend Midnight, and we were bitching about the general lack of PGSM outers fic. So we decided to write one. Enjoy.
London, Winter, Four Years Ago
Their friendship was fairly innocent. That was the first thing that Michiru Kaiou would say about the friendship that had formed that hot day in the Kyoto bookstore. There was nothing particularly special about the easy companionship that formed between the two of them. They were two people who were crushed by the expectations of their daily lives and they knew, perhaps better than anyone else, what it meant to be truly alone.
They'd found each other, and that had been enough for them.
Michiru reasoned that it had started fairly innocently, her attraction to this tall, spunky woman who could make her laugh at the touch of a hat. Haruka Tenou was something else, and Michiru had to confess that sometimes just being around the other woman was enough to turn a miserable day into one of the best of her life. There was no real explaining it, for they rarely saw each other because of the opposing demands on their schedules.
Still, Michiru found herself drawn like a moth to a flame to Haruka. She tried to resist the urges, her upbringing and her fear for her career, but she somehow found herself sleeping with Haruka curled protectively around her more often than not when they spent time together. Michiru was no fool, and she knew better than to play into destiny the way that so many of her friends seemed to when they thought they'd found the right person. Haruka was just someone that she was passing the time with - someone who understood the problems of the demands of their lives, as they lived the same facade on a daily basis.
She wasn't in love with Haruka, when she came down to admitting it, but she did love her on some base level. There was an underlying attraction that Michiru could not explain, something that told her that she had to be with the blond and no one else. It was a strange sort of feeling that he couldn't quite understand. There was a connection between them that made her both uneasy and happy.
What was it exactly about sitting in a park and kissing such a gallantly beautiful girl that made the closet romantic that lived within Michiru's subconscious so happy? She didn't know, for Haruka's hands always got tangled up in her hair and then they had to spend a long time taming the unruly curls into something that was slightly more manageable after every kiss they shared.
Michiru had half a mind to simply cut all of her hair off it meant that she could kiss Haruka without having to worry about looking as though she'd just lived through several days of wild sex. It was stupid, really, but when they were together, it was getting harder and harder to keep their hands to themselves.
"Haruka," Michiru asked one night, as they watched the sun sink over the horizon from the balcony of Haruka's apartment. "Are we dating?"
Haruka looked taken aback, as though she'd never really thought about the question. Michiru smiled and fixed her with one of those expectant stares that she'd learned Haruka could not refuse.
"I dunno," Haruka admitted, her voice thick as she tried to answer Michiru's question. Michiru watched her with expectant eyes, because this was the sort of thing that could make or break a relationship. "I mean, we do so much together that it almost seems as though we are..."
Michiru frowned. Not that answer that she'd wanted, but close enough to make it work, to some extent. She knew that they were close, and that the kisses were nice - more than nice.
It was like coming home.
"I think we are." She announced with a smile.
Haruka shrugged. "Whatever you want."
"Seriously, Haruka, you should care about stuff like this..." Michiru muttered, leaning into the taller girl's embrace.