Ten'ou Haruka (kaze_ni_naru) wrote in mirage_rpg, @ 2008-08-08 13:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, day 10, haruka tenoh, rogue darkholme, sailor uranus |
Day 10: Haruka's arrival
Who: Haruka Ten'ou and Rogue
When: Day 10, 8am-ish
Where: Starting in Tokyo, ending up on the Beach, nearer to the resort than the sea
What: The Planet decides Haruka would be fun to play with
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
Haruka shifted the relatively heavy shopping bags from one arm to the other as she followed her foster daughter through the aisles of the latest fabric store. Ahead of her, Hotaru was running from one bolt of silk to another, fingering the fabric carefully and either shaking her head, or jotting down the price at the top of the bolt for reference. She kept glancing back at Haruka, as if to check the older woman were still following her.
Normally, tasks like shopping, especially for something like fabric, would be Michiru's domain. Haruka would have happily left such overtly feminine tasks to her lover, and gone on to help with another aspect of Usagi's upcoming wedding, like dealing with vendors who might want to take advantage of Usagi's good nature. But, Michiru hadn't come back after the battle with Galaxia, and the entire dynamic of the group seemed to change as a result.
Haruka couldn't go more than a minute without thinking of her lost koibito. She saw reminders of Michiru everywhere, especially in as feminine a store as a fabric shop. The color of Michiru's hair was woven into a piece of satin, her delicate frame reflected in the bolts of lace. The pictures on patter envelopes resembled her favorite outfits. Swimsuit fabric brought to mind the drawer in their bedroom that was entirely devoted to Michiru's favorite hobby.
Haruka shut her eyes and shook her head. She would not get wrapped up in emotion in public, in a fabric store of all places! She cleared her throat to get Hotaru's attention. "I'm going to step outside for a moment, Hotaru-chan," she said. The younger girl met her gaze for a moment, frowned, then smiled and nodded cheerfully, as if she'd taken the measure of Haruka's emotions in the one glance and decided to let her Haruka-papa keep her dignity.
Shaking her head, Haruka turned toward the door of the shop. She readjusted the bags yet again as she stepped out toward the sunny streets of mid-afternoon Tokyo...only to find her foot landing on sand and her body assaulted by pounding rains and gale-force winds. She stumbled, but managed to keep herself upright. Her eyes widened as she took in her surroundings. Wherever the hell she was, it was definitely not Tokyo. Within the seconds it took her to catch her footing and adjust to her surroundings, she'd been soaked through.
It was like some sort of cruel joke, like someone had read her mind, found all the turmoil and pain she'd been keeping inside for the past month, all the frustration, and plopped her into a physical manifestation of her emotions. She turned on the spot, worried that Hotaru had somehow been dragged along into her personal Hell, but she couldn't make out the slight girl's form through the driving rain and wind. "Hotaru!" she called. "Hotaru, are you there?!" But there was no reply; Haruka's voice was swallowed up by the storm.
She turned around again, trying to see if there was anyplace nearby that would serve as a shelter from the storm. She wasn't foolish enough to think she'd survive for long in the middle of a storm this violent. Her eyes made out the vague shape of a building or buildings, it was difficult to tell which, not too far off. She set out for the shapes, the wind pushing her along as she walked, unsure of whom or what she'd meet when she arrived. Whatever it was, she was sure that, even if Ten'ou Haruka had problems dealing with it, Sailor Uranus would be able to handle anything that was thrown at her.