Author's Note:
Konnichiwa minna! Well, this is the kick-off story for my Retrospections Series. I just want to say straight off that Sailor Moon is not my character. Everything associated with Sailor Moon belongs to the wonderful Takeuchi Naoko-sama, Kodansha,
Nakyoshi, and a bunch of others that I forget at the moment. Please don't sue me. I'm not doing this for profit, but my own overactive imagination. On with the show!

Love For The Moon
by:
Sailor Seraphim
Rated G

I love her.

It's as simple as that. But how do I tell her? That's the main problem isn't it? How can I tell her that I love her, when I'm not even sure that she feels the same about me? Has Fate so cruelly conspired against us; to tear us apart, and bring us back all over again?

The love in her eyes as she laughs and smiles and says my name...

The way she carries an inner strength, her purity, the way the sunlight glistens on her hair... I love it all. She captures my heart and bewitches my soul. One word from her and I would do anything. But it
would not be fair... to the other.

How do I tell her about our past? About the love we shared in the Silver Millennium? How do I tell her that I was the one who wiped away her tears when she fell out of a tree? She was only ten years old, but I loved her even then. I loved her the moment she was born. You cannot help but love her. How do I tell her that I was the one who found her
when she made her first trip to Earth? That I scolded her, told her never to do it again, that I made her cry? It was not the last time I made her cry.

How do I tell her that in the past, she loved me the same? That I was her knight in shining armor, always there to chase away bullies, the one who was always there to lend a shoulder or a comforting ear. How do I tell her that in those dark times when I was far from the Moon, she was the one who kept me alive? She filled me with her light and love and kept me strong through those lonely years. It was only my anticipation
to see her lovely face that kept me in my place, wanting to protect her in any way I could.

But this is not fair...to the other. The other who shares my feelings, who knew the pain of separation and loneliness. Who comforts me even
now, though she does not know my hidden self.

The love in her eyes as she laughs and smiles and says my name...

But she... she who fills my heart at all times even when I don't know it myself, how do I speak of it? How do I tell her? Perhaps I won't. Perhaps that is the fate of things. Am I to be destined like Pluto? To hold these feelings in my heart and never share them? To suffer slowly and painfully as the object of my attentions dances with another? But Pluto will never tell of her love. Oh, I can see it is there, when I catch her eyes I see it there. She will not tell. She will not break what is fated. Who am I to change the course of the stars? I am only a fool in love.

How do I tell her? I am brought back together with her now. I could tell her at any time. But will I? The shine in her eyes when I teasingly called her "Odango" beckons me still. She was outraged at the name, but never told me to stop. Why would I stop telling the truth? It is true. So true. Oh, Odango... dumpling. Sweet and yet un-fulfilling at the same time. Am I to be tortured for eternity? Perhaps she will never be mine. Why can't I speak the truth?

The love in her eyes as she laughs and smiles and says my name...

I am her protector now. It was always this way. If I cannot tell her my love, then I will show it to her by keeping her safe. Oh, the torture. To be so close and yet so far away. But she will live. I would die for her, but she would live. All I ever wanted was to protect her... make her happy...

I love her to the core of my very being. My heart, my soul, my life, they are hers. It is not fair to the other, true, but I don't care. I cannot help but love her. You cannot know her and not love her. Her purity, her innocence, her love, her light... they dazzle my eyes and remind me far too often of what I once had. She is my world, my everything, my reason for living. I love the other far well too, she is my true soul mate in this life. I love her and she loves me and we are happy. But I cannot help but mourn for the bright angel that was once mine.

The love in her eyes as she laughs and smiles and says my name...

Haruka.




Author's Notes (again):
Well? What do you think? In case you haven't figured it out, I pretty much based this fanfic on the manga version of Sailor Moon S (remember, Haruka could choose to be male or female, and they did kiss. Well, at least Sailor Moon and Uranus did. Haruka and Usagi were about to, but Mamoru showed up). I rather liked the fact that Haruka and Usagi had a much closer relationship in the manga (not that kind of relationship, you hentai!), and this was sorely underplayed in the anime. Now, I don't want to ruin the present relationships. I personally think that Usagi and Mamoru are the greatest couple, and Haruka and Michiru are very kawaii together. I just wanted to take a little glimpse into the mind of the ever aloof Haruka and see how she really felt about "Odango-chan." Comments please! I'd love to know if my stuff is great or it really sucks. E-mail me at SlrSera@aol.com.