|Kiisaru: The Secret of Haruka’s Past!
Story is by Kathryn: firstname.lastname@example.org
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon and Co. are not mine, I am merely borrowing them for the sake of the fanfic.
“Haruka…I have to go now…” the dying girl whispered. “Kii-san, don’t say such things! You’re only fourteen!” I said, tears slipping down my face.
“Haruka, I’m just not strong enough anymore…” Kiisaru continued. My older sister was growing weak. “Kiisaru, you’re all I’ve got left in this world!” I sobbed.
My parents and older brother had died in a car crash recently. Kiisaru had been badly injured, and had been slipping in and out of a coma for a while now.
“You’re all I’ve got left…” Tears streamed down my face. “I’m sorry, Haruka…” she whispered. Her hand slipped out of mine and I knew she was gone.
“No!” I cried. “No, no, no…” I buried my face in the side of the bed and sobbed. A nurse walked by the room and saw me. “Oh, no. Oh, no…” she said.
She walked to me and tried to put a hand on my shoulder. I shoved her away, hard. She stumbled back, surprised at my strength. Even then, at ten years old, I was physically strong. I still am, now. But I have always been a little weak emotionally.
I looked once again at Kiisaru, and then fled from the room. I ran, not caring who I might bump into. Eventually I was outside on the sidewalk. I collapsed to my knees, face buried in my hands. I cried, hard. I sensed someone kneeling beside me. “Are you all right?” the person asked. I looked up. The young woman had long, dark green hair and garnet coloured eyes. She appeared about fifteen or so. I nodded.
Her slight smile told me she knew otherwise. “Come.” She said. “You can trust me, Haruka-Chan.” I was shocked. “How’d you know my name?” I asked.
She smiled. “I have my ways. My name is Setsuna Meioh.” She said. I nodded. I stood, and took her hand. She led me to her home.
(I know this part’s a little short, but stay tuned for part 2!)