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, Two Years Ago
Michiru thought that by accepting destiny that she was free and in the clear - that she no longer had to worry about the constant barrage of nightmares and dreams of a different, far-off time. Quite the opposite happened, in fact, and Michiru found herself plagued with dreams of a woman that she could not quite remember from that time. Sailor Pluto - Meiou Setsuna as she was called in this day and age - had told her that the memories of her past life would return quickly and that the transition would be painful and difficult for her.
She was a failure as a warrior as it seemed, Pluto was not amused at the fact that she'd somehow managed to tap into her past life's memories so quickly. Michiru reasoned, and Neptune's spirit agreed, that a warrior was difficult to control when they knew the full picture of events. Pluto would not answer her demands about the princess, about Venus and the rest of the princess' guard; replying only with a cryptic point that they were safe.
Michiru, apparently, did not get to know yet.
She rolled over and opened her eyes. She was not going to sleep tonight, and she resigned herself to that fact. The dreams of having sex with someone else were jarring and she did not like them. They felt as though she was somehow cheating on Haruka with these dreams. She didn't need them. She was content knowing that she'd had a lover in the past. She didn't need one now. She already had one, thank you very much.
Haruka's face was bathed in moonlight, a slight sheen of sweat covered her face as she slept. She looked ruggedly beautiful in this light, innocent without the harsh lines on her fact that appeared during the day - making her look severe. Michiru was the only one who could boast that she'd seen this face, this very private face of the public figure of Haruka Tenou. The face that was currently contorted into something akin to pain as Haruka raised her hand in her sleep, as if trying to reach for something that she could not see.
It was strange for Haruka to have a nightmare like this, and it troubled Michiru far more than the dreams about past lovers and lives. The silence was approaching and Michiru didn't know how to stop it - or if she even wanted to stop it any more.
Pluto had told her that on no uncertain terms was she to keep up this 'facade' of a relationship once the actual battles started, but there had been somethign about the way that she'd said it that made Michiru think. There was more going on here than met the eye, and she was quite positive that Pluto was keeping her in the dark for reasons that she had yet to grasp.
Still, it was strange to see Haruka like this, so similar to how she'd been over the summer. Michiru scooted closer to Haruka and placed a comforting hand on top of Haruka's own, now clenched tightly around the bed sheet. She soothed the tight grasp, coaxing it to clasp her own hand as she cooed quiet nothings into Haruka's ear. They'd both been sleeping really poorly these past few days, and Michiru wasn't really sure what to make of it. She was content, right now, to simply sit and watch Haruka's chest slowly rise and fall in time with her breathing.
There was something very wrong with the world, right now. Michiru closed her eyes and tried to picture what exactly it was that was bothering her so much. The memories that were plaguing her every waking moment. She knew what she had to do - she knew that she would die for this mission if she had to.
Yet she did not want to.
She had things that kept her tied to this earth, to Michiru Kaiou, things that she would fight for with all of her might. She would not lose herself to the great wheel of destiny. She was not a pawn in some great evil's plot. She was a soldier for the good, for the light. Her memories told her that much without much trouble, but it was her reasons for fighting that always plagued her. She knew that she fought for life, for peace, and for justice - but she never understood why she did it.
Pluto was just as cryptic about that question as she was with every other one - but she did smile when Michiru asked. "Give it time," she'd said. "You deserve a happy ending this time."
Which implied that it had not ended well in the past life.
Michiru couldn't remember her own death.
She supposed that that was a good thing, really, when one thought about it.
She snuggled closer to Haruka, content to simply be warm and with someone who cared about her for the moment. Old memories could surface later.
Old lovers could stay buried.