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Ok so I'm starting a new fanfic, I'm setting this one in the late XIX century in well...I was thinking Japan but since the Japanese culture is not really like the European I'm thinking I'll simply won't name the place although I think it's something like London...perhaps Boston...oh be understanding it's just after all fiction. Thanks anyway I hope you'll like it.

Boston Marriage

By auraluna7

Chapter 1: The debutant

Michiru looked at herself in the mirror, and found herself flawless, her long aqua colored hair fell down her back into a perfect curl cascade, the pearls in her hair shine in the candle light, the blue chiffon Worth dress make her look like a fairy tale princess it was electric blue with a lot of white petticoats, on the hem white dolphins where delicate embroidered with pearl appliqués.

She slide her hands through the tight corset and smooth the fabric, everything was as she had dreamed. Her social debut would be a success. This was going to be a night she would always remember.

"How do I look?" Mizu looked at her smiling, she was Michiru's lady-in-waiting, she had been serving her family for 20 years.

"It's not polite to ask for a compliment, that's vanity Miss Michiru"

"Oh come on say it...it's my birthday"

The woman smiled at her, she couldn't believe 16 years had gone so fast. She could still remember when Michiru was just a baby. "You look like a dream"

"I feel like I'm in one..."

"Oh Miss, Mr. Seiya is going to die when he sees you, he would be your most humble servant for sure!"

Michiru rolled her eyes. "And why would I care about him?"

"Miss you know he's your suitor, marrying him would be a great honor"

" Bah, he wants to marry me but I don't. So he's not my suitor..."

"Your parents would like what's best for you"

"Yes they do ...and Seiya wants a baby factory not a wife, the other day he confessed to me he wanted a dozen children...ha, good luck with that one!" Michiru applied a bit of rouge to her cheeks; the fashion trend pointed to a natural look for young ladies like her, but today was her birthday...

"Miss, no rouge!"

Michiru smiled to herself in the mirror of her long, lace covered, vanity. She not only looked like a princess she lived like one. "Have my parents arrived yet?"

"No Miss" Michiru sighed, why her parents had to travel when her debut was so close? At least her mother should have stayed, she looked at the clock on the mantel it was almost eight o'clock, the guests downstairs must have arrived yet.

"I'm coming down at eight o'clock exactly if they're are not here is their problem I'm not leaving the guests waiting"

Knock, knock

"Come in" The double doors of Michiru's suite opened, her godfather was standing outside dressed in a black Tux, Michiru had never been fond of him, she found him rude and she hated that smell of liquor he had on himself almost every time, however he was close to her family and Michiru accepted him... "Hi Yazuko, have my parents arrived yet?"

The man came inside, Michiru frowned, she hated the liberty he always gave himself in her presence. "No...You look very pretty Michi."

"Thanks" Michiru instinctively covered her bosom, she felt self-conscious, the man's black eyes seemed to be undressing her. "Why don't you wait downstairs? I'll be down in just a minute..."

The man smiled at her, the he pulled out of his jacket a small velvet box. "First open your present...you didn't think I forgot, did you? Happy birthday"

Michiru hesitate but finally took the case, she opened it to reveal a very beautiful pearl necklace. "Thanks ...it's very beautiful"

"Let me help you with that" He leaned on Michiru's back and grabbed the delicate jewel after taking a good look down the aqua goddess cleavage. He slowly placed the necklace on her soft and creamy neck, Michiru shivered when she felt the man's thumb caressing the base of her neck.

"Let me help you, Mister" Mizu came to her rescue, apparently Yazuko was too focus on Michiru's beauty to notice that she was still there. The man nodded and step out looking disappointed.

"I'll see you downstairs Michiru"

She nodded and as soon as he stepped out she sighed relieved. "That man is a pig...I cannot figure out why is he friends with your parents"

"Let it go Mizu, nothing can ruin my birthday party...especially not him"

Ten minutes later Michiru came downstairs looking radiant; the entire socialite was here to see her. Michiru was a spring rose blooming; now at the age of sixteen she was ready to find a suitor. Although the last thing Michiru had in mind was marriage, she found the perspective of attending every ball and social event thrilling, she had always been a social animal, she found some of their rules démodé but she knew their way around perfectly. In time she hoped to become the perfect hostess and wife, there was not too much else in her life to look up to anyways.

Everyone salute her with joy, the candle lighted ballroom shine with grandness, no expenses had been too grand for this day, the tea roses swarmed the tables with their pristine white linen tablecloths and the shimmering silverware.

"Happy Birthday Michiru" Michiru smiled to the man talking to her, his long black hair tied on the back with a black ribbon, his black tux, impeccable.

"Thanks, Seiya" he smiled back at her and stepped closer.

"Imagine, if you look so good now how are you're going to look on your wedding dress once we get married." Michiru smiled politely at him.

"What a lovely sense of humor Seiya dear, never lose it, and soon you'll find a bride to your measure and desires."

Seiya smiled, he was certain that one way or another he'll end up marrying Michiru. "Shall we dance?" The beauty nodded, He grabbed her softly by the waist and they dance in the soft and harmonious music...

Michiru looked at the big clock on the entrance wall it marked almost midnight. "Why are they so damn late? Now I'll have to cut the cake without them..."

Her godfather came closer, Michiru frowned again. "What is it?"Suddenly it seemed that big news spread through the room, Michiru could recognize the signs of gossip anywhere. "What is it this time?...maybe Minako fainted again on one of her suitors arms...that tramp..."

The man looked at her seriously, Michiru snapped out of her daydream. "Michiru...I'm so sorry"

"What? Why?" She felt a cold shiver running from her spine to the base of her neck.

"Michiru...your parents...they..."The words after that shattered against her but she couldn't understand them, it was like if suddenly a thick fog had spread all around her.

Michiru suddenly felt she had ran out of air, the corset had to be too tight, that's why she was feeling so bad, and what was all this water running down her face...what? What had he said? Michiru couldn't say anymore a minute later all she could see was a sudden darkness as she fainted in the middle of the room...

(Well it's not much but every story has a beginning, our beloved Haruka would appear on next chapter, don't get anxious...review if you wish more!)