"Fantasie"
by Sailor Avalon 
(michiru@magicknight.com, http://anime.at/harumichi)

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"Sailor Moon" is copyright Naoko Takeuchi, Kodansha, and Toei. I'm just
borrowing Haruka
and Michiru for my own nefarious purposes, heh heh. :D
This is an alternate universe story in which Haruka and Michiru met
before they discovered they
were sailor senshi.
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Passionata e con calore (passionately and with warmth)

     The smooth white keys shine, reflecting the afternoon sunlight
that filters through the
window. I long to caress them, to give voice to the feelings that haunt
my mind.
     "Do you play?" She asks.
     I turn to answer her, and she self-consciously pushes a stray lock
of her gorgeous aqua
hair away from her face. God, she's so beautiful. I want to touch her,
I want to hold her, I want to
. . .
     "A little," I answer. "May I?"
     "Please." She smiles and gestures to the piano.
     Tearing my eyes away from her, I walk to the piano and sit down.
It's been so long since
I've played. Maybe this was a bad idea.
     "Play your heart."
     "Hm?"
     "When I don't know what to play, I think of something I feel
strongly about and play
what I feel."
     Something I feel strongly about . . .
     I place my hands on the keys and begin to play. I don't know where
the notes are coming
from. All I can think about is her, her sweet smile, her laugh that's a
breath of sunshine, her
shining aqua eyes . . .
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     "I love you, Michiru."
     I pull her close.
     "I know."
     "I won't ever let you go."
     She closes her eyes and leans against me. "Good."
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     I make myself stop daydreaming. Fantasizing about things like that
is silly, isn't it?
     The first thing I notice is the sound of a violin. When did she
start playing?
     I play a few ending chords and stop, but Michiru continues. I
stare at her; she captivates
me, as always. Her eyes closed, she draws the bow across the strings,
bringing forth notes that
form a beautiful melody. I wonder what she is playing; it sounds almost
as though she is
describing her love for someone. Who? Would it be too foolish of me to
hope that she could love
me?
     'Idiot.' I scold myself. 'How could a girl like another girl? I'm
just some kind of freak.'
     She stops playing and opens her eyes. A twinkle in her eyes, she
smiles at me. "Did you
enjoy it?"
     "Y. . . yes. It . . . it was wonderful." I stumble over the words,
afraid I sound like a
bumbling idiot. I can't think of anything else but that smile.
     "I'm playing a concert next Saturday night. Would you like to join
me for a song or two?
We play well together."
     "I . . . I'd love to."
     "Wonderful." She smiles again, and I melt. How can a person be so
beautiful?
     "I should probably get going now." I nervously brush a strand of
hair out of my eyes.
     She puts her violin down and leads me to the main door of her
family's house. Neither of
us says anything. I don't know what to say; I suppose she doesn't,
either.
     "Thank you for coming over."
     "Yeah. Um, see you around."
     'That was brilliant.' I chide myself as I walk out to the car. 
     As I pull away from the house, I look back and wave. She's in the
music room again, at
the window. She waves back and then turns away.
     I turn back to the road and accelerate. I know I'm speeding but I
don't care. I have to get
her out of my mind. 
     'I love you, Michiru. . .'
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