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Because I love Sailor Moon and I love writing drabbles - ta-da! A collection of Sailor Moon Drabbles! These will mostly revolve around Haruka and Michiru, cause I love them, but I share the love with all the other ladies as well! From (head)canon to AU, from fluff to angst, from comedy to horror, from K to T (maybe even M) in rating, it's whatever pops into my head and makes its way on to the page. They'll all be anywhere from 100 - 800 words in length. Making it a point to update weekly! Hope you enjoy!

1 - Running

"Ready to go?"

Haruka looked up from her place on the floor, green eyes wide and blinking. Michiru stood above her, pulling her right arm across her chest in a stretch. The blonde frowned confusedly at her girlfriend.

"Go?" She asked. A little bell was going off in the corner of her mind, telling her to be careful.

"Running?" Michiru answered with her own question, stretching her other arm. "That is where you were going, right?"

Nodding slowly, Haruka cringed inwardly. She always went running before work. It helped her focus on the day. She had just finished her stretching when her girlfriend walked in, dressed in only a pink sports bra and tight carpi running tights. Very tight tights. Haruka shook her head clear of the distraction, focusing on Michiru's question. She couldn't honestly mean…

"You," she asked, tilting her head to the side, "want to go running?"

The aquamarine-haired girl nodded firmly, a coy smile in place.

"But… I mean…" Haruka frowned again, trying to find the right words. "I thought you didn't like running?"

Michiru raised an eyebrow drily at her before pointing out, "I run all the time as Sailor Neptune."

Haruka grimaced and ran a hand through her short hair. The bell in her head was louder now, more of a clanging than a polite ringing.

"That's different," she started, carefully choosing her words. "You've got all that adrenaline keeping you going when you transform. And your Senshi powers automatically enhance your abilities."

"Are you saying I can't run?"

"No." The blonde shook her head quickly. "Everyone can run."

Satisfied, Michiru nodded. "Then let's go."

Haruka watched her girlfriend walk out the door determinedly before letting loose a sigh. She had a bad feeling about this, but Michiru had made up her mind. And she knew better than to try to convince her otherwise when she was set on something. Heaving another sigh, she double-checked her laces before following the aquamarine girl.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow," Michiru hissed between clenched teeth.

Haruka shifted the girl's arm around her neck, taking more of Michiru's weight as they made their way back into the apartment. She went slowly, giving the smaller girl time to hobble without further hurting herself. Michiru had refused her offer to carry her, stubbornly insisting she could at least make it to the couch. After the climb up the stairs though, the couch seemed very far away. Finally, they made it, Michiru all but collapsing down onto it as the blonde went to fetch an ice pack.

The smaller girl winced in pain as she propped her injured ankle up to rest on a cushion. Muttering soft curses, she worked at her laces, trying to get the affronting sneakers off. Soft hands covered hers and blue eyes met green. Haruka smiled gently, helping her with her task before sitting down herself. Carefully placing the hurt foot in her lap, she set to work, wrapping in up and covering it with ice.

"It doesn't look too bad," she assured her, softly probing the white skin with her fingers. "Just a sprain."

Michiru nodded, slightly distracted by the feel of Haruka's hands massaging her ankle. She shifted, trying to get more comfortable, and gave an angry huff. The blonde racer cast a nervous glance at the girl, watching as she glared up at the ceiling.

"We didn't have to go that fast, Michi," she said softly. No reply. Cautiously, she opened her mouth to say more, but thought better of it as she caught the look Michiru was giving her. Sighing, she adjusted the ice pack against her lover's foot, settling into the silence.

"Ruka."

Green eyes flicked up to meet blue, warily answering her call. Michiru sat, arms crossed and jaw set, pouting. She closed her eyes, exhaling slowly before looking back at the blonde.

"I don't like running."