YOU’RE AN ASS But also reminder for the class that I’m taking Valentine’s Day ficlet prompts today
Michiru Kaioh loved many things about champagne, in particular. The effervescence on the tongue, popping like little balloons. The complex brightness, teasing her mouth with each sip. The golden color, imbuing everything with a sense of richness and occasion.
But, at this particular moment, what she loved about it most was its property of intoxication.
As with most things she did not go into willingly, which, it was fair to say, was most things, a certain barbarous fate had intervened, and she found herself quite stood up by any friendly hand, even, she thought, one bottle deep in champagne, the friendly hand of death.
“Usako…is…my destined love,” His voice boomed across the table at her, fists clenched in dramatic agony. “Set forth in all of time, thousands of years–”
“Yes, Mamoru, I too, have been privy to the plot exposition of our current and past lives, there’s no need to recount the matter.” She signaled to the waiter. “Another bottle, if you please.”
She would never quite forgive Haruka for falling ill, but the evening might have been tolerable if Usagi had not done the same, or Michiru had been nimble enough to find a plausible excuse to excuse herself. Her family had been well acquainted with Mamoru’s, once upon a time, and she could not very well allow a Chiba to dine alone, unless she was interested in hearing about the social faux pas for the next month, at the least.
The waitress, in an almost incomprehensible show of mercy, poured her another glass.
Mamoru smiled. “I know, I don’t have to tell you about destined love. You know all about the swelling of violins your soul, that call when you see their face, the scent of roses sweeps across your face, covering you in the poetry of its perfume!”
Michiru drained her glass in a solid gulp that she still somehow managed to make seem elegant.
“Destiny!” Mamoru did not stop to pour himself another glass–indeed, it seemed as if he had never finished the first glass. “Destiny is what binds us, stronger than steel, stronger than the the hardest diamond. It had always brought me to her.” He leaned forward as Michiru poured herself another glass, not even bothering to wait for service. “You and I have that in common. Our past lives, brought together in our present, magically–”
Michiru put up her hand, and Mamoru stopped speaking obediently. The fuzz of the champagne emboldened her, and she gave her most Michiru smile.
“I do not believe that whoever Sailor Uranus and Sailor Neptune were, back then, that they were romantically involved,” she took another sip, “Indeed, everything I know leads me to the contrary.”
Mamoru looked confused. “So you don’t have a love bound by destiny? You don’t think?”
“No,” she swirled the glass a bit and watched the dance of the bubbles. “It’s something stronger. Love in spite of it.”
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You break a lot of things.
You broke your tooth running down the street to the playground. Your grandma told you to be careful, but you weren’t, because you never are, and she had to take you two hours across town to the free clinic to get it pulled.
You broke your mother’s love, somehow, someway, and she was left tolerating you, other mothers making lunches and braiding hair, but you were too loud, too boyish, too impulsive, too something you never really figured out, for her to feel that love for you.
You broke Tama’s airplane, even though she asked you to be careful with it, because you were playing too hard, and you weren’t paying attention, and she cried, because she loved that plane.
You broke a boy’s heart, who thought you loved him back, because he was too blind to see, and you only thought about yourself and the aching loneliness inside of you, and it seemed like enough to accept, until it wasn’t, and he was left wondering what he’d done wrong, when it was you that was wrong, always you.
You broke the Senshi’s goodwill, because you refused their extended hand, convinced you had to do it yourself. Did you even want to? You were dismissive and cruel because you wanted to be the hero, but a hero comes from goodness, and all you have is determination.
You broke Michiru’s violin, tripping as you walked into the living room, a long crack across the back, and Michiru had been so mad, because her violin was a beautiful thing, that she loved, and took months to get fixed, and it never sounded the same.
Haruka looked up at Hotaru and Pluto, fading away, the sparkle of their soul fading into black.
You broke your promise.
Because all you do is break things.
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