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From: "Cass Chia" <sailormercury107@hotmail.com>
To: <ffml@fanfic.com>
Sent: Thursday, November 18, 1999 7:03 AM
Subject: [FFML] [SM]Hapless Uranus In Love
THE HAPLESS URANUS IN LOVE
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A fic by Cass to her absolutely , positively wonderful pal, GSL, who is
suffering from LOHMF (Lack Of Haruka & Michiru Fics).
I don't know, Greenbeans does more than just a handful.
ALERT! If reading about two females having a romantic relationship freaks
you out, read no further.
I doubt we'd even be watching the series :P
Disclaimer: I hereby disclaim all ownership of Sailor Moon the series.
Don't worry, Ms. Naoko Takeuchi, you'll get the characters back all in one
piece. This I swear on all my tapes of Sailor Moon R and S.
C&C are most welcome. Send them to chiaty@singnet.com.sg
Http://web.singnet.com.sg/~chiaty
Flames will be used to warm up my freezing toes.
Timeline: After SM Stars. A new enemy has risen out of the woodwork to
harass our heroines and the innocent people of Tokyo once more. But don't
worry, this is a romance fic.
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<When after years of loneliness, you finally discover true friendship and
comraderie, when you find someone who understands you and still wants to
be
your friend, you realise that perhaps Kami-sama isn't biased against you
after all. Life is pretty good. When you realise that you are in love
with
the above-mentioned friend, life is absolutely wonderful! Of course,
there
might be a slight off chance that the friend doesn't feel the same
romantic
pull towards you.>
But Tenoh Haruka tossed that thought out along with other meaningless
thoughts like "Why is it a good show is always ruined by its sequels?
When
Sailor Pluto stops time, does time pauses for that particular area or
country or for the entire planet? If she stops time often enough, does
our
calendar become inaccurate?"
No, Haruka was a confident, in fact some might say, cocky fella. To her,
the possibility of rejection was remote, very remote. And if she had read
her friend and roommate's behaviour correctly, Michiru was very interested
and was merely waiting for her to make the first move.
No, this happened long before Stars. Your continuity is messed up if you're
trying to stay inside the original universe. If this is an altiverse then I
can
understand.
<But what exactly should I do?> pondered Haruka. <I can't just blurt my
feelings out. I have to wait for a right time, a right place and for her
to
be in a romantic mood. I have got to wait for the perfect moment to come
by... Or create one.> She smirked as she began planning.
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"Haruka?" Michiru called out tiredly as she opened the front door. "I'm
sorry I'm late. I'll start cooking dinner now." She walked to the
kitchen
and stopped. And stared. Her immaculate, tidy,
'you-won't-be-able-to-find-a-single-speck-of-dust-even-if-you-use-a-magnifyi
ng-glass'
kitchen looked like... like the accident site of a collision between two
garbage disposal trucks! Her favourite earthen pot had cracked and a
thick
brownish fluid was leaking out
from it and dripping onto her polished parquet floor. Pots and pans
littered the entire tabletop, containing substances best left unknown.
She finally noticed Haruka standing in the middle of the mess, looking
like
a four-year-old guilty of breaking a vase. Right now, she could either
strangle the blond or cry at the mess. And she preferred the former - it
won't mess up her make-up. "What the HELL happened here?!" questioned
Michiru harshly.
Haruka winced. Michiru almost never swore. "I got hungry waiting for
you.
So I decided to cook us dinner."
"Are you implying that it is MY fault for this mess?!"
"No! No! It is solely my fault. I'll clean it right up. You just take
a
nice long bath and by the time you're out, this kitchen is as good as
new!"
promised the blond.
Giving one final glare at her roommate, Michiru stalked out of the
kitchen.
Maybe I'm wrong about Michiru's characterization, but I'd think she'd
have trouble keeping from laughing at the thought of Haruka willingly
doing anything "feminine"
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The next night... 6:30 pm
Haruka quickly placed the medium rare venison steaks on the table, next to
the lasgasne with many layers of cheese, <absolutely sinful> in her
opinion.
The salad was in the refrigerator, along with a bottle of champagne and
two freshly baked blueberry pies were in the oven. After the disaster
yesterday, Haruka knew better than to attempt cooking anything more than
instant noodles. Yes, she has wizened up and ordered takeout.
I think we got that, or you could just tell us in the beginning instead of
insulting
the reader.
Beaming at the delighted response Michiru would have, she sat down and lit
the candles, waiting for her love to return.
7:00pm.
Ring! Ring!
Quotes
would be appropriate here.
"Haruka, I'm going to be a little late. This rehearsal is taking longer
than expected."
"I'll wait for you. We'll have dinner together."
"Thanks. See you later."
Haruka sighed as she replaced the phone receiver back onto its cradle.
Looks like her plan would be a little delayed. She sat back down and
watched the flickering flames dance hypnotically in front of her.
8:30pm
Ring! Ring!
"Hello?"
"Hey, have you eaten?"
"No. Wasn't hungry."
"Well, I'm starving here. The director is a slave driver."
Again I can't see Michiru saying that.
"Then skip the damn rehearsal."
I can, however, due the the fact it's the beginning of the relationship, see
Haruka
saying that. :P
"You know how much this violin recital means to me." A sigh. "You better
eat your dinner but save some for me."
<Never mind> thought Haruka as she hung up. <I'll wait for her.> Her
stomach growled loudly in protest.
10pm.
The phone rang again.
Groaning, Haruka slammed her head down repeatedly onto the tabletop,
desperately hoping to block out the damn ringing. <Bad news. Must be bad
news.>
The phone rang a couple more times, then the answering machine switched
on.
"Haruka? The director is actually giving us a big treat. Suddenly,
he's
so generous. Of course, his definition of a treat might be MacDonald's
meals for everyone. Anyway, I'll be home really late. There's no need to
wait for me, I'll catch a ride from someone. Good night."
"ARGH!" screamed Haruka. She would have banged her head to vent her
frustration but that might cause dents on the table. Instead, she opted
for
the time-honoured tradition of screaming your lungs out and throwing all
the
food away.
Of course, her stomach regretted the decision to dump all the uneaten food
into the dustbin hours later. But that's a secret between you and me.
I could see this comming, it's been used in popular TV shows for some time.
While effective, have you considered any other way to write this scene?
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Now clearly frustrated, Haruka decided that the direct approach was the
best approach. And that was exactly what she did, one Saturday afternoon.
Infinitely pleased with the fact that she hadn't sounded like a nervous,
stammering fool, she waited for Michiru's reply.
Michiru turned around and smiled. "Haruka, do you think this red blouse
clashes with my hair? Perhaps, I should wear this baby blue dress
instead.
What do you think?" She held up the two articles of clothing for Haruka's
inspection.
"Uh... the blue dress looks nice."
Michiru smiled in appreciation, causing Haruka's heart to soar.
"Uh, Michiru? Did you hear what I said earlier?" asked Haruka
tentatively,
a minute later.
"About what?"
"About... about my... Oh hell, it was nothing," growled Haruka, stalking
off to somewhere private to release her frustration.
Michiru looked up in surprise from her inspection of her outfit. <Did I
hear soft banging noises coming from Haruka's bedroom?>
LOL
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<Ok, so maybe she was too pre-occupied with selecting a great outfit for
the violin recital, to hear what I said. I'm a patient person. What's a
few failed attempts at romance when compared to the depth of my love for
her?>
"Michiru," Haruka whispered, while stirring her cup of coffee.
"Hmm?"
Grabbing her love's hand, Haruka boldly forged on. "We've been friends
for
several years now and I think that I know you almost as well as I know
myself. I'm not sure how you feel about me. But I have to tell you that
these few years together are the best years of my life. And I never want
these good times to end." Her heart pounded wildly as she realised that
this time she _would_ succeed in proclaiming her love. "Michiru, I..."
Michiru looked down at the swirling depths of her cafe latte. "A storm is
brewing in the sea. There's a disturbance nearby, the park I think. Come
on, Sailor Moon might need us," interrupted the aquamarine haired beauty.
She hurriedly walked out of the cafe.
Haruka sighed in response as she paid the bill. <It is times like these
that I think that God is against me.>
This is getting to be rather funny.
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(Three days later. Early morning.)
"Michi," murmured Haruka sleepily, her arm instinctively searching for the
silky soft skin of Kaioh Michiru, her Michiru. Finding only the cold
sheets
and pillows, she frowned a little and opened her eyes. Her sight
confirmed
what her touch had informed her - no scantily clad, gorgeous artist here.
She would have thought that Michiru was the type who snuggled, especially
after the first night of lovemaking. <Maybe she regretted it> Haruka
thought fearfully. <Maybe I hadn't made it clear to her last night - that
my love for her was eternal, that this wasn't a one night stand.> By now
fully awake, Haruka padded out of her room, only pausing to wrap a robe
around her.
Finding her lover in the kitchen whipping up breakfast for two, Haruka
expelled her deepest fears. "Hey, Michi," whispered Haruka huskily as she
tightly embraced her lover from behind.
"Morning," replied Michiru as she fried some eggs. "Now, if you don't
mind, I'll like to be able to breathe."
Always the considerate lover, Haruka loosened her embrace - just a little.
Michiru moved out of her embrace and started rummaging through the
refrigerator for some orange juice. "My, aren't you friendly this morning?
You must have had a really good dream. Poor me, I was so nervous about
today's violin recital that I was awake in my room the whole night."
The wide self-satisfied grin Haruka wore, faltered for a second. "The
whole night?"
"Yeah. I was tossing and turning in my bed for half the night. Then I
decided to be productive and read a novel."
"Oh." The grin was gone and wasn't scheduled to make a re-appearance
anytime soon. <That means that we didn't... But I thought... A dream?>
Haruka walked stiffly back to her room and sat down on her bed. <A dream?
I dreamed it all? Nooooooooo!!!>
Back in the kitchen, Michiru stifled her urge to laugh. A girl was
entitled to some payback. After all, she had suffered two whole years of
lusting after the blond racer and watching her flirt with other girls.
Yeah, she would test Haruka's patience for another week.
Or maybe longer.
She looked at the closed door to Haruka's bedroom and giggled.
Whilst I think that this was hilarious, Michiru seemed out of character,
but that's just my interpretation, so it's really neithere here nor their.
- Kionon