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Destined (Haruka/Usagi)
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Words: 560
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Title: Destined
Author: rhap_chan
Pairing/Characters: Haruka/Usagi implied; Haruka/Michiru; Mamoru/Usagi
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. All fanfiction archived here is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: Usagi always went to the track after she fought with Mamoru. She watched the cars-- often Haruka was among the drivers-- as they moved faster and faster. Escaping, perhaps, except that they were going in endless circles.
Before Mamoru, Usagi had crushes. Why not? Destiny wasn't knocking on her door yet. She had no idea that destiny would break the door down and change her world forever.
Sometimes, she didn't like it.
Which isn't to say that she wanted to go back. She couldn't imagine life without the girls, without Luna, without Chibiusa. She knew she was a better person because of them. Perhaps one day she would be a good queen.
Still, sometimes she wondered what would happen if things were different.
*
The two of them were quiet and elegant, like a pair of matching china dolls. They were the same in every age and era-- a loose white buttonfront, a sweet black dress. Black and white. Uranus and Neptune. Haruka-papa and Michiru-mama. They were bonded together in a way that excluded even Setsuna and Hotaru.
It was quiet in their home. Michiru buried herself in a soundproof room and the violin's embrace. Haruka stalked around the silence, restless, or she went to the track.
She loved Michiru, a woman who understand her rejection of the stereotypes of sexual identity and gender. Michiru was happy to dress like a woman and court society. And she was just as happy to be with Haruka, to admire her powerful abs and her small breasts. Haruka was ever grateful, ever pleased to run her hands through her partner's curls. They'd seen the Silver Millennium-- the'd seen each woman matched to a perfect man and they saw that they were destined to stand together, and they were happy.
But destiny is, in itself, a blunt instrument. Generally it does not concern itself with details-- more with results.
*
Usagi always went to the track after she fought with Mamoru. She watched the cars-- often Haruka was among the drivers-- as they moved faster and faster. Escaping, perhaps, except that they were going in endless circles.
"Hey, kid, you want a ride?"
Usagi looked up into Haruka's perfectly aristocratic face. A smile played lightly across her lips. Usagi gave a smile of her own.
"Yes," she said, and she climbed onto the back of Haruka's motorcycle. She didn't have to ask her to take the long way home.
Usagi shut her eyes and clung tightly to Haruka's waist. The wind stole her tears away, but one remained for Haruka to brush away when Usagi climbed off the motorcycle, ride over.
"Destiny works itself out," she said to Usagi, her hand lingering for just a moment on the girl's face. "I promise."
"You promise?" Usagi asked, looking impossibly young. Haruka nodded, her face bled white by the moonlight. She leaned forward and kissed Usagi gently on the mouth. The other sailor didn't move.
"I promise," she said, striding away on her long legs. The motorcycle speeded off into the night, pulling in at a quiet home where one woman waited for another to share dinner. Maybe they were playing roles for now. The future would be different. Guaranteed.
Usagi breathed and turned to go into the house. Her baby had begun to cry, softly for the moment, but Usagi recognized the tone. Mamoru woudln't be able to comfort the child. Chibiusa wanted her mother.
She walked up the step and let destiny go on as it planned, day by day, until the world rebirthed again.
She was a very good queen.
Words: 560
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Title: Destined
Author: rhap_chan
Pairing/Characters: Haruka/Usagi implied; Haruka/Michiru; Mamoru/Usagi
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. All fanfiction archived here is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: Usagi always went to the track after she fought with Mamoru. She watched the cars-- often Haruka was among the drivers-- as they moved faster and faster. Escaping, perhaps, except that they were going in endless circles.
Before Mamoru, Usagi had crushes. Why not? Destiny wasn't knocking on her door yet. She had no idea that destiny would break the door down and change her world forever.
Sometimes, she didn't like it.
Which isn't to say that she wanted to go back. She couldn't imagine life without the girls, without Luna, without Chibiusa. She knew she was a better person because of them. Perhaps one day she would be a good queen.
Still, sometimes she wondered what would happen if things were different.
*
The two of them were quiet and elegant, like a pair of matching china dolls. They were the same in every age and era-- a loose white buttonfront, a sweet black dress. Black and white. Uranus and Neptune. Haruka-papa and Michiru-mama. They were bonded together in a way that excluded even Setsuna and Hotaru.
It was quiet in their home. Michiru buried herself in a soundproof room and the violin's embrace. Haruka stalked around the silence, restless, or she went to the track.
She loved Michiru, a woman who understand her rejection of the stereotypes of sexual identity and gender. Michiru was happy to dress like a woman and court society. And she was just as happy to be with Haruka, to admire her powerful abs and her small breasts. Haruka was ever grateful, ever pleased to run her hands through her partner's curls. They'd seen the Silver Millennium-- the'd seen each woman matched to a perfect man and they saw that they were destined to stand together, and they were happy.
But destiny is, in itself, a blunt instrument. Generally it does not concern itself with details-- more with results.
*
Usagi always went to the track after she fought with Mamoru. She watched the cars-- often Haruka was among the drivers-- as they moved faster and faster. Escaping, perhaps, except that they were going in endless circles.
"Hey, kid, you want a ride?"
Usagi looked up into Haruka's perfectly aristocratic face. A smile played lightly across her lips. Usagi gave a smile of her own.
"Yes," she said, and she climbed onto the back of Haruka's motorcycle. She didn't have to ask her to take the long way home.
Usagi shut her eyes and clung tightly to Haruka's waist. The wind stole her tears away, but one remained for Haruka to brush away when Usagi climbed off the motorcycle, ride over.
"Destiny works itself out," she said to Usagi, her hand lingering for just a moment on the girl's face. "I promise."
"You promise?" Usagi asked, looking impossibly young. Haruka nodded, her face bled white by the moonlight. She leaned forward and kissed Usagi gently on the mouth. The other sailor didn't move.
"I promise," she said, striding away on her long legs. The motorcycle speeded off into the night, pulling in at a quiet home where one woman waited for another to share dinner. Maybe they were playing roles for now. The future would be different. Guaranteed.
Usagi breathed and turned to go into the house. Her baby had begun to cry, softly for the moment, but Usagi recognized the tone. Mamoru woudln't be able to comfort the child. Chibiusa wanted her mother.
She walked up the step and let destiny go on as it planned, day by day, until the world rebirthed again.
She was a very good queen.