Sometimes when I'm working on really long important chapters I go off and write incoherent nonsense. This is one of those times. Please excuse me while I go die in a corner for being a ridiculously whimsy writer who has no control over her muse. I AM working on the second half of the eight chapter of Of Winds and Oceans but this just came out of nowhere the other night when I was supposed to be writing an essay on dreams. I guess it sort of makes sense that I would write a drabble on dreams...

This can be considered a companion to OWaO since I make reference to things that the two of our lovely ladies have been doing. Also. I tried doing a piece similar to this for Haruka after she awakened as Uranus-but I threw it out because it became to disjointed. (Not like this isn't but...) but if you guys like this I might do another chapter with another shot at that one too!

As always, I disclaim any rights to these characters-and the errors are mostly (if not all) fixed but if you see something-ignore it if you please, I don't have a beta.

Even If-

Sometimes Michiru would get strange sensations when she was alone, a sort of déjà vu.

It had been happening to her since she was a child, a sensation that was as familiar as tucking her chin on a chinrest, or the feeling of a stick of charcoal in her hand sweeping across a page. It wasn't altogether foreign, and yet it seemed so distant and strange to her.

She couldn't remember a time when she didn't have these feelings though.

It was the sound of a husky laughter. The feeling of a rough palm meeting her own soft one. The smell of wind, dust, ocean and the inexplicable scent of home. The sight of a roguish grin and windswept locks of sand tinted hair. A taste she couldn't quite ever describe but filled her with a warmth and feeling of wholeness that it almost scared her.

They haunted her waking or otherwise.

Dreams were memories of a past life a professor had told her once. She wasn't sure she believed that. But perhaps…

Had she once run across the beaches of some far away land, striving to catch the wind?

Was it why whenever she was swept into a dance at a party she felt her partner was too dull, far too slow?

Was there a time when her music dipped and dived with the notes of a piano? Where the notes were clumsy yet so rich and powerful in the instrument she told herself she hated playing alongside the most?

Where the inexplicable urge to curse caught her by surprise and was welcomed with warm laughter at the fumbled oaths?

Only in her dreams. Only in her sleep could these things be true. She was Kaioh Michiru, prominent violinist and renowned artist. These notions of things she had never done and were foolish and ridiculous and she was-

Such a stick in the mud.

Always a pause when a voice, unknown, yet so familiar to the ears tickled the back her mind like that. In her waking world she would hear whispers on the sea breezes. A deep voice, androgynous-was that a girl-no surely a boy-and pleasing to the ear.

Michiru tried to pay them no mind. They had been a part of her so long she had all but become accustomed to the dreams and the senses and the voices on the wind and it really didn't matter at all-

Rise Sailor Neptune.

The suddenly the dreams were not just a rare occurrence. Her senses were suddenly acute and high strung. The pleasing voice on the wind had turned to the low whine of the sea begging to be heard.

The dreams though-

Destruction. Chaos. Ruin.

These were the dreams that had her waking in a cold sweat wondering oh god why did I ever choose this fate? Dreams that left her shaking and praying that when she fell back asleep-if she even would because it was always so hard after those dreams-that she would not dream ever again.

There were the other dreams though.

Wind whipping through her hair as she sat on the beach, a strong arm wrapped around her shoulder. A body soft and yet unyielding to any hardship pressed against her own. Eyes that looked like they were made of storms. Of soft murmurings of sweet nothings with names she didn't quite comprehend but understood meant her.

It's going to be okay Neptune.

I'm coming soon don't worry.

You aren't alone.

I'm here for you.

They were words she never really put too much stock in because they were clearly the illusions created by a manic girl who had a terrible burden forced upon her. They were nothing more than stupid illusions of a person who fought so bravely, who would hold her so tightly there was no room for fears, someone who would smile at her so softly it made her want to cry and oh she wished she knew their name. Something to prove she wasn't crazy, that maybe in the darkness that was this fate there was someone-

"I hear there's a new racer! Haruka Tenoh!"

Oh.

And suddenly she has a name. And a face. And dear gods above she is everything and more than you could ever have dreamt of. This proud woman who stands taller than the men she races against and has the eyes that look like a summer squall. The laughter that haunted her since her young peals from this teenager's throat so easily and it hits Michiru as if it has never left her and that she were just simply apart for a while-But it's okay because you're together now it's alright-she's back-she's alive and by the moon she's real.

Kaioh Michiru has never wanted to cry so much in her life.

Come on Michiru-You should know me better than that. You should know I'll never leave forever. Maybe I'll go off every once and a while-but I'm the wind, I have to. But just remember the wind always comes back to the place it loves most. And me? I love the sea more than anything else in this universe-so I'll always come back.

Suddenly the déjà vu isn't enough. It will never be enough again to have the dreams where her arms is only just a bit too low to be platonic, or her grin is just a tad too wicked, or her arms never tight enough. Michiru's ears are roaring with the sounds of a hurricane and her heart throbbing painfully in her chest. Neptune will always yearn for Uranus. Why hadn't it ever come to mind before? Why had it never seemed strange to not have that tall blonde standing beside her in battle?

"Haruka," the name comes out on a hoarse whisper but it feels like it's been said a thousand times over in so many different ways and the potential to utter it in every way possible flutters up unexpectedly. A smile spills over pale lips, "Haruka,"

From the ground where you stand, triumphant and proud, you feel a tingling on the back of your neck. It's been happening more and more lately-like the dreams but they're only dreams don't be stupid Tenoh-but this time the urge to find what caused it is overbearing. Your team is cheering and the crowd roaring but all of the sudden all of that seems like dim background noise as a wind whistles past your face.

Haruka

Suddenly you're frozen and staring up into the stands, eyes searching for the source of that voice. That voice that has had you up at odd hours of the night-in cold sweat wondering why almighty god is that girl fighting those monsters and why am I seeing her get hurt-Oh there were the other ones-soft music, smooth laughter, the smell of the sea and parchment in a studio of white-

You catch a glimpse of aquamarine hair leaving the stands and your heart lurches in your chest and you feel like calling out but then-

The moment is over and the crowd and your crew are back again and you're okay. There are no dreams. No duty. Nothing. Just this moment of victory. Nothing to worry about. It's got nothing to do with you. Absolutely nothing.

You are always so stubborn aren't you? Haruka…one of these days you'll have to face up to what our duty is. And I know it's terrifying at times but just think-as long as it's the two of us we'll be fine okay? Please Haruka you have to promise me you'll do this with me. I can't do it alone.

"Always…" the word slips out from under your breath as you stare up to stands again, straining your eyes for a look of that hair again. The whisper wasn't something you can even really understand why you uttered. Forget it Haruka. You're not getting involved. No matter what those dreams say.

You're your own person.

You will bow to no one's ideas of destiny-

Even-

Even if it's her.

Confused yet? I sure as heck was after reading it over, but I hope you maybe even just a tad enjoyed it. If you did, you know the drill-Reviews are lovely, and if you guys express interest in the Haruka piece I talked about I'll add a second chapter with that in it.

As always thank you thank you thank you for reading. You guys all rock. I mean it. Especially when you leave sweet reviews. I do little dances, trust me. Until I finish the next chapter of OWaO or the next chapter(?) of this thank you and goodbye!

~KonaxOokami