Moshi moshi! This is not my first attempt at fanfiction, but it is
the first I have ever posted outside of my own page. Please, send
me comments!! I like those. Email address is GESedai@aol.com. Enjoy!
Arigato~ Eva

Standard disclaimers apply. Sailor Moon, and its characters are not
mine, they belong to the fabulously creative Naoko Takeuchi blah
blah blah. Please don't sue me!!

Michiru's Thoughts

    Wind is in my hair, making is stream behind me. I love the way
that feels.
     The view from up here is glorious. This is one of my favorite
things to do. Standing atop a tall hill and watching the sun set.
     I never wear a hat when I do this, and perhaps that is
scandalous. But I roll up my sleeves and hike up my skirts too. I
don't even wear a corset. Though, people say that you cannot really
tell.
     Most women shun me. But I don't care. They are boring anyway.
My mother predicted that I would never marry. She was wrong.
     Perhaps I disappointed her, even in that, though. Well, not
perhaps, I know that I did.
     But I mustn't think of that. It only upsets me every time I
do, and that serves no purpose.
     I have watched countless sunsets in my lifetime. Always, they
are different, and always, they are beautiful. That never ceases to
amaze me.
     Something like my wife. Smiling, I think of her. She is tall,
and strong, and a little masculine of features. She even cuts her
hair short like a man, and dresses like one. Most people mistake
her for a man.
     I never did. Its amusing how that used to bother her. I don't
know what it is about her, but I always knew her for a woman.
     "Michiru!" ah, she calls for me.
     "Yes Haruka?" I answer, without turning from the setting sun.
     I hear her coming up the hill behind me. "Watching the sun set
again?" she asks softly, putting her arm around my shoulders.
     Smiling softly, I lean against her. I've never felt so safe as
I feel in my wife's arms. "Yes," I answer.
     Looking up into her face, my smile broadens. I never used to
smile before I met Haruka. She makes me want to smile all the time,
and never stop.
     I know its forward of me, but we are married, and I can't
resist. I reach up, catching her beautiful face between my hands.
Gently, I pull her face to my level and kiss her.
     Heaven. I can never get enough of my Haruka's kisses, her
touch, her love. We stand there kissing as the sun sinks below the
horizon, casting darkness over the world. But for me, the sun will
never set. Not so long as I have my Haruka.
THE END

In case you couldn't tell, that was supposed to be like the 1840's
in America. Comments anyone? Please send them to GESedai@aol.com.
That is now the second time I have put my email address on here,
so you have no excuse if you do not send me your comments!!!
Arigato!~Eva