Love Is In the Water
folder
Sailor Moon › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,409
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Sailor Moon › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,409
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Sailor Moon, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Love Is In the Water
Love Is In the Water
a Sailor Moon Lemon Fan-fic
by Lord Onyx
All standard disclaimers apply, i.e., these characters are not mine, they belong to Naoko Takeuchi and a whole buttload of other people. Don’t sue me, I have no money. Really. Also, this fic involves sexual situations between a few of said characters, so don’t read this if you’re under 18 and blah blah blah. I know from personal experience that you will anyway, so don’t come crying to me if you’re dumb and get caught. I never got caught, so what the hell’s wrong with you? ;-) This is intended to be (something of) a love story, so if you were expecting tearing clothes off and having wild sex within two paragraphs, you’ve come to the wrong place. For those of you who like a long build-up, maybe you will like this.
All purists, please have patience with someone who has mainly seen the DiC dub (and whoever it was that did S). I don’t hate them for butchering Sailor Moon, I am eternally thankful to them for bringing this wonderful series to America. They took what they had to work with, courtesy of retarded American censors **who may forever burn in hell**. Therefore, I am using the dub names. For those who aren’t sure who is who, especially the outer senshi, a list will follow the fic. Also, this is probably not going to be fully accurate as far as the laws of Japan, where I believe the driving age is 18, and I\'m not sure how well they take to high school students working.
Please, be gentle, it’s my first time. Address all c/c to kalushan@hotmail.com. Anything of merit will be read with appreciation. Mindless flames of the “you suck royal dick” genre will be met with full retaliation.
Love Is In the Water
“Still at that computer?”
Amy looked up, surprised that anyone was left at the library so late, and smiled reassuringly at the green-haired girl. “Well, I do need to get my extra credit project in before it’s due, but I’m all done for tonight. What are you doing here this late, Michelle? I thought you and Amara had plans.”
The older girl made a face of plainly deep disappointment and frustration. “We had to postpone that; Amara had something she had to take care of, and I came here to look through some of the art books for a class. Just like the last date we were supposed to go on. With this lull in Negaverse activities, I thought we would have more time for ourselves, but instead we end up tying all the loose ends we put off, which leads us to more and more…” she trailed off, looking tired and embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I don’t need to get you involved in my personal life, and I really didn’t mean to ramble on like that, but… I don’t know.”
“I know how you feel,” replied the blue-haired girl. I know more about that than you could ever imagine, she thought. “We’ve gone through the same patterns of restlessness whenever we dealt a serious blow to the Negaverse. You and Amara have nothing on Serena and Darien. It will get to the point where either they can hardly stand the sight of each other or as soon as they get in the same room they’ll start ripping each other\'s clothes off and…” suddenly she felt a huge sweat drop form on her head as she realized what she was saying. And who she was saying it to.
“Meatball head and her dream prince? Well, it’s not unexpected.”
“Them fighting or having sex?”
“Both.” Both girls laughed. They knew all about Darien and Serena’s arguments; they also knew all about the ways the couple made up afterwards. The future Queen and King of Crystal Tokyo had actually only started having intercourse two months ago, on account of Darien’s deathly fear of Serena’s father.
Michelle glanced down at her watch and swore under her breath. “Amara was supposed to pick me up fifteen minutes ago!”
“I can give you a ride,” said Amy. Her mother had given her a car for her 16th birthday, a stylish convertible, blue of course. She didn’t much look like it (or act like it), but Sailor Mercury was very into sports cars, and had many long conversations with Amara on the subject. She looked at it as an outlet from her constant studying, along with her swimming… which reminded her of the time she and Michelle had raced, before they knew each other’s identities. “Say, Michelle, I’m going to the gym tomorrow, would you like to join me? We could race again. I…liked it when we first did that.”
“Sure, I’d love to,” replied the other water senshi, thinking back on the first time anyone had been able to match her in her element.
***
The next day the two girls met in the pool. “Now, this time, we’ll see who’s the real Senshi of Water!” Michelle teased as they stretched out before getting in.
“In what style should we swim?” asked the ever-practical Amy.
“Mmm…breaststroke,” replied the older girl.
Amy suddenly got this strange impulse, almost as if she thought Michelle was hinting at something else by her choice of words, something very…
“Gods, that’s cold!!” Neptune shrieked as she jumped into the water in her sea-green bathing suit. This was enough to wake Amy out of her reveille.
“Well, that’s okay, ice is my specialty,” she quipped, diving gracefully into the pool in her own royal blue swimsuit. And came up gasping. Hmm, maybe it is a little cool, she thought.
“So what, ice-girl, can’t take the cold?” Michelle asked coyly.
Amy, puzzled, followed her friend’s gaze down to herself. To her chest, specifically. And turned bright red. ‘Well, just…its…so are you!” she finished sharply.
Michelle looked down. “Ok, so my nipples are stiff, too. What’s the big deal? You and the girls go to the springs together all the time. We’re not even naked.” She could sense that this wasn’t helping. “Maybe I shouldn’t have pointed it out. I’m sorry.”
“Let’s just race,” Amy stated flatly.
“Ready…set…go!”
The two girls flew across the water. Onlookers would have thought they were skimming on top of the surface of the pool. They looked like two flying fish, one with blue fins, the other with green for her scales.
“Whew! Who won that one?” Michelle huffed, out of breath.
“I don’t know. Looks like another draw.”
“Will one of us ever win?”
“Doubtful,” said Amy, “we’re too evenly matched.”
“We’ll see about that!”
***
Several hours later, after still no resolution, two very tired, very beautiful swimmers climbed out of the pool. As she reached for her towel, Amy watched Michelle get her own and start to dry her beautiful shoulder-length hair, and suddenly time seemed to slow. She could see the droplets of water shimmering as they fell from her beautiful friend to sprinkle on the tile floor. But mostly she saw Michelle, and really saw for the first time just how stunning she was….
“Hey, you two!”
The low alto voice that brought Amy back to her senses had to be….
“Amara!” Michelle flew into her girlfriend’s arms. Wow, Amy thought, I wish I was doing that… I’m jealous… I’m what??!!! Where did that come from?!
“Helllloooo, Amy!”
“Oh, hi, Serena, what are you doing here?”
“Just thought I’d come by and check on the triathlon you guys were doing. It’s been over four hours since you came to the pool.”
“Four hours, already? I had no idea it had been that long. Michelle, I have to go.”
“That’s all right, so do we,” Michelle said over her shoulder, her left arm encompassed in Amara’s right. “That was fun, though; we’ll have to do it again sometime. Next Saturday, maybe?”
“Yes, I’d like that,” Amy smiled, then watched the two outer Senshi stroll out, drinking in each other’s eyes, oblivious to the world.
***
The pool races became a regular thing for the two water senshi, and they soon were very good friends. The absence of Negafiends was lying heavily on all the scouts and they began to feel very restless. Lita got her third degree black belt and started her internship at a local restaurant; Trista remained mysterious and dispensed wise (and often cryptic and useless) advice when asked; Raye was bitchy and constantly picking on Serena; Mina finally beat the racing game down at the arcade, then promptly forgot all about video games when the new hunk she was after said they were childish, then, when she found out that he was engaged, went back to the arcade and beat her own record; Hotaru and Rini were inseparable; Amara won an extreme dirt bike race; and Amy and Michelle spent an increasingly large amount of time together. Each found the other fascinating to talk to; as the two most intelligent scouts after the ever-aloof Trista, they could discuss for hours about topics that would have gone right over the other scouts’ heads.
I never knew anyone could be that smart, thought Amy one day after an extended discussion on astronomy. She’s even smarter that Darien! And very beautiful… what!! I’ve got to stop these random irrational thoughts!
“Hey, Amy, how would you like to come to my next concert? Amara has to be out of town, and I’d really like it for one of my best friends to be in the audience. Besides, you’re probably the only one who could appreciate it.”
“I’d love to, Michelle! I really enjoy hearing you; you just have so much talent. I wish I had something like that I could do, but it seems I’ll always be just an egghead…”
“Don’t sell yourself short, Amy! You are an extremely intelligent, extremely talented girl! You can do anything you put that incredibly agile mind to. Here, it’s a fifth row seat at the concert. It’s two nights away, at 7:30 and will probably last until 10. It’ll be great!”
“Then I will just have to attend,” Amy replied, smiling gently.
“Perfect! I’m sure I can arrange for you to get backstage afterwards, there’s always a little party for the performers. I’ve got to run now, but I’ll see you soon!”
***
The night of the concert, Amy arrived at the concert hall in a magnificent dark blue sleeveless gown… one that was considerably lower-cut than what she normally wore. Her mother would have completely freaked out if she had seen just how much cleavage her daughter was showing. Amy wasn’t completely sure why she was wearing the dress. Or rather, tried to pretend she didn’t know, trying to convince herself “it’s just because I want to look good for Michelle…no! just for the party and Michelle’s musician friends that’s all!!” She had a very ingrained habit of rationalization, and often used it to get around her personal feelings.
As Michelle had promised, the seats were excellent, whereas the music… was nothing short of heavenly. The main feature was Bach, and Michelle was spectacular. She looked like a goddess standing atop the stormy ocean. Amy could almost smell the foam and spray of waves crashing on rocks, and hear gulls circling overhead. Michelle\'s face was perfectly molded into a contrasting mask of serenity and passion. And her fingertips danced across the strings of her violin like the drops of water plummeting down from the breath of whales. The unavoidable feelings Amy had tried to hide from bloomed like a cherry tree in the springtime. Amy, quiet, shy, never-even-close-to-forward Amy, felt herself getting relentlessly turned on. She might as well as try to stop the waves like that Viking in England she read about. She wanted to feel those lightly dancing fingers on her, across her cheek, her jaw, her neck, her breasts, her clit…ohgod her clit…
This time however, it wasn’t her denial of how she felt (she turned her focus away on that area), but her ever-rationalizing mind told her just how it wouldn’t work: Amara.
She knew how committed they were to each other, and getting between them was the last thing she wanted to do.
But she wanted it. Oh, gods how she wanted to… What has happened to me? she thought. I’ve never liked girls, at least not…I didn’t think I did; but then I never really went boy crazy like the others. There was Greg, but I never see him anymore; other than him, I never really was hung up on anyone. But Michelle is so smart, so talented, so gorgeous, so…taken.
In the audience, unseen in the dark of the concert hall, a single tear rolled down the face of a beautiful blue-haired young girl; a tear born of being alone, of wanting someone, anyone, to understand, to empathize, to love….
***
After the concert, Amy (once she regained her composure) met Michelle backstage after navigating the surprisingly active concert security. They were dressed as ushers, but built more like those big American football players Mina loved to watch so much (personally, Amy didn’t see the attraction to beefy sweaty boys playing a game; not that she didn’t occasionally enjoy watching, but she was more interested in thinner, tall, achingly beautiful face, long green hair, fingers that would take her to heaven…she abruptly cut off that line of thought) and their flashlights looked like they could be put to a much more violent purpose than their originally intended one.
Once she met up with Michelle, she would ask if there was something going on.
“Amy! There you are. Did you enjoy the show?”
“Very much. At one point, I was even moved to tears,” Amy replied truthfully. “You were phenomenal. Your hands are so extremely agile,” Amy missed the glance that Michelle gave her at that remark, “and your face was so peaceful and full of energy at the same time… you were wonderful.”
Does she mean anything else by that? Michelle thought. She’s not… but then she never was really into boys. She is so sexy in her innocence, but I don’t want to shatter that, she has to make the first move. Amara has already told me she doesn’t mind, as long as I won’t mind her hooking up with Serena, if Serena ever recognizes what she obviously feels. That was a very enlightening discussion she had had with Trista last night; at least, they had talked once they had stopped panting. Amara didn’t mind that, either; Amara herself was the one who had initiated that relationship.
“Oh! I noticed a lot of security around; is everything okay?”
“Well, a few weeks ago, some nut job attacked one of the musicians, and ever since then everyone’s been paranoid; nothing to worry about, really. Besides, anyone messing with us is in for a real surprise, right, Mercury?”
“Exactly,” replied the other Sailor Scout.
\"Oh, here, let me introduce you to the famous cellist....\"
It truly was a wonderful night, Ami meeting and speaking with some of the finest classical performers in Japan. She was thrilled in that she actually spoke to the director, and impressed him with her knowledge of musical history, if not abstract theory. Michelle seemed unusually dreamy to her musician friends as she watched the younger girl. Sayuka, the violist, took her aside for a moment.
\"What is it, Michelle? Aren\'t you and Amara still together?\"
\"Of course we are! What ever made you ask?\"
\"Tonight you\'ve hardly been able to tear your eyes off that blue-haired girl. I just wanted to know if something had happened. I am your friend, after all.\"
\"No, it\'s nothing like that, it just....\" She trailed off, seeing that he didn\'t believe her. \"Trust me on this: Amara and I are still together.\"
\"All right, I guess I can accept that, but still, she is a little young, don\'t you think?\"
\"Since when was age an issue with you, Mr. Hitting-On-Me-When-I-Was-15?\"
\"...\"
****
About a week after the concert, Amy was waiting out in the parking lot in front of the concert hall to give Michelle a ride home. She was leaning up against her car, trying to think this whole thing through. She had never been this distracted in her life, so perhaps that\'s why she didn\'t even notice how long it was taking Michelle to leave until she heard a scream. Being in a semi-public place and not knowing if she needed her powers, she didn\'t transform, but instead ran inside.
Michelle tried not to panic as the disheveled man with the knife leered at her. She thought, I won\'t transform unless I have to. I hope that someone picked up the message from my communicator!
Just then, Amy rushed in only to skid to a halt as she saw one of the new security guards bleeding on the floor, unconscious but breathing, a filthy man with a switchblade, and Michelle looking extremely scared. The deranged man turned towards her, and Amy nearly shrieked at the look in his eyes.
\"Pretty little girls, I\'ll stick you one way or another!\" he slurred as he lunged with the blade. Going strictly on the reflexes honed as a result of the years of her being a Sailor Scout, Amy twisted to avoid his strike. He scored along her arm, causing her to bleed along the shallow cut. She kicked him in the groin, and was rewarded with the sound of the knife clattering on the floor and his strangled gasps. She gave him another kick to the stomach just to be sure, just like Lita had taught her. Then, as she stood there, flushed and slightly bleeding, all she saw was Michelle, safe.
The older girl rushed over to look to her arm, when Amy suddenly pulled her up short and kissed her, hard. Michelle melted into it, not wanting to break the spell, this thing for which she has waited so long. Amy suddenly pulled away, even more flushed than before, and tried to stammer an apology, the tears already welling up in her eyes. Giving up, she turned and ran as Michelle chased after her, but Amy quickly lost her.
***
Michelle hung up the phone again, sighing frustratedly. \"No answer still?\" Amara asked, looking up from her mechanics mag. She was getting concerned, both for Amy and her lover.
\"None,\" she replied tersely. \"Oh, god, I think I blew it.\"
\"Well, just go over there.\"
\"But what if...\"
\"But nothing,\" Amara interrupted sharply. \"Just go over there and tell her how you feel. And remember,\" she said, going back to reading, \"when I hook up with the princess, you can\'t say a word. Now scoot, enjoy yourself,\" she admonished, and shot a wink at her lover, the one with whom she had fought (and even died), the person with whom she shared everything. Since the last crisis, the two Outers had resolved not to let any petty jealousies crowd their lives ever again.
I will, Michelle thought, no matter what happens, I won\'t have to live with regret over missed opportunities.
***
Ding Dong! Oh god, I hope I\'m doing the right thing, Michelle thought, as she waited outside of Amy\'s apartment. Her mother\'s car was gone, probably at the hospital as usual. Time seemed to gel as the door opened...
\"Umm. Hi, Amy. I, uh, came to see if your arm is okay, and...\"
Amy\'s eyes were red, it was clear she had been crying. \"I\'m sorry for my earlier behavior, Michelle, it was quite...\"
\"Wonderful,\" interrupted the older girl. \"I have wanted to do that for so long, and it was better than I had ever dreamed.\"
Amy was quite shocked. \"Ah, come in,\" she said.
Once inside, Amy was still stiff and distant, but Michelle smiled warmly at her, trying to reassure the skittish girl. \"Amy, what do you think of me?\" she asked softly as they sat on the livingroom couch.
Amy tried to say something innocuous, but her mind seemed to lock up. \"You\'re beautiful!\" she said before breaking into new tears.
\"As are you, my lovely sister. My comrade senshi. Beautiful and brilliant and I love you.\" Michelle reached out and tilted up the young girl\'s chin.
Amy looked up into Michelle\'s dark, intense green eyes, and knew all her objections were gone, powerless compared to the poundings of her heart, the throbbing in her loins. She reached up and caressed the girl\'s cheek and gently kissed her again.
Amy softly gasped as Michelle\'s lips traveled down her face to her neck, as she ran her fingers through that beautiful long green hair.
Michelle continued to rain kisses down on the other girl\'s neck, reaching up under her shirt and rapidly unhooking Amy\'s bra. She lay the blue-haired girl back on the couch and stared at her with a strange self-possessed look in her eyes as she slowly lifted her new lover\'s shirt up and over her head before dropping it on the floor.
Amy felt a huge rush of heat as Michelle kissed and licked her newly exposed breasts. When the other girl gently nipped at her with her teeth, Amy let out a long, low moan. Michelle\'s hands had not been idle either; while still suckling at Amy\'s bosom, the older girl had slipped her hands underneath to caress the senshi\'s cute bottom. Michelle slowly, devestatingly dragged her tongue up through Amy\'s cleavage while squeezing her cheeks firmly with her hands.
Amy started to whimper at the sensual assault. \"Please, Michelle!\"
\"Please what?\" the older girl smirked, knowing exactly what was desired.
\"Please!...just, please!!\"
\"Of course, my love,\" the green-haired girl whispered. In a few very sharp movements her blouse, her bra, hers and Amy\'s jeans, and her panties all fell onto the floor, leaving only Amy wearing a stitch. She decided only a little more teasing was in order, so she started to lightly kiss the undersides of Amy\'s small perky breasts as, with two fingers, she firmly stroked the girl\'s sex through the damp spot on the front of her underwear. She had only just found Amy\'s clitoris when...
\"OH GOD!! OH MICHELLE, I\'M COMING!!!\" Amy shouted as her hands clenched spasmodically and her head tossed back and forth.
After the shocks had subsided, Michelle finished stripping her of her panties, and at last gazed in wonder at the beautiful sight laid out before her. Amy blushed and continued to let out little coos of satisfaction as echoes of pleasure still traveled up her spine while Michelle devoured her with her eyes: her firm high breasts with their achingly stiff nipples, her taut stomach swelling out gently at her waist, her tight pink treasures exposed to her new lover\'s assault, with their own little thatching of blue hair at the apex of her mound.
Michelle felt as if she could no longer restrain herself, and, her eyes never leaving Amy\'s (in case she did something to scare the girl), gently but firmly took hold of Amy\'s legs and spread them. She began kissing Amy\'s inner thighs.
Amy moaned even louder than before, and began rubbing her breasts with one hand while trying to guide Michelle\'s head toward her vagina with the other. Michelle took the hint, gave up any pretense of teasing, and began to lick and suck and nuzzle Amy\'s crotch.
Amy was just about to feel the the same delicious spasmings of earlier, when Michelle pulled back. She moaned in disappointment, hauling Michelle\'s lips to hers for a deep, passionate kiss. Amy could taste herself on Michelle\'s lips, and the two girls ground rubbed their breasts together as their tongues caressed in each other\'s mouths.
Michelle finally pulled up for breath, and then whispered, \"just wait, Amy-chan. You\'re going to love this...\" She sat up, thrusting her knee between Amy\'s thighs. Amy just stared in surprise; never had she imagined what Michelle was attempting. The green haired girl positioned herself so that their vaginas were pressed together. Both girls moaned at the sensations this brought. Their lower lips appeared to be kissing, and the clit of one caressed that of the other. Michelle began to use one hand to support Amy\'s leg and pinched the girl\'s breast with the other as she set the pace. Amy tried to caress Michelle as best as she could, her hand roaming to the older girl\'s breast, her butt, her stomach, her back; when she reached for Michelle\'s face, Amy was delightedly surprised as Michelle took her fingers into her mouth and sensually sucked on them.
Michelle had wanted this for so long, she couldn\'t last forever. She felt the pleasure start to radiate out from her womb, but was determined to make her lover cum as well. With a piercing cry she threw back her head and thrust harder, reveling in the delightful friction of rubbing this beautiful girl\'s cunny with her own. \"Oh, Amy-chan, I\'m gonna cum, cum with me my love!\" she cried out as she kept grinding their crotches together.
\"Yes, Michelle! I\'m cumming, too! I love you, I\'m, I\'m, AHHHH !\" The world for both of these two beautiful young women dissolved into white heat and splashing noises and tremors. When they finally disengaged, it was out of shear exhaustion, but even then they continued to kiss and caress each other, enjoying their mutual afterglow.
As they lay together, cuddling in the warmth of each other’s bliss, Amy, never fully able to not think things out, reflected on the implications of the afternoon, and turned her head and started to cry. Michelle, feeling the other girl stiffen under her continuing caresses, lightly gripped her new lover’s chin and turned her face towards her. She was shocked to see tears in Amy’s beautiful blue eyes. “Amy-chan, what’s wrong, sweetheart?” she asked tenderly.
“I’ve done something that could destroy you and Amara!” Amy blurted out, sobbing.
“You have done nothing of the sort, Amy! Nothing could destroy us, not my loving you or anything else… like Amara, and her own secret love for Serena.”
Amy gasped, totally unprepared for that revelation.
“I have talked to Trista,” Michelle continued, speaking rather matter-of-factly, “and we have hypothesized that in the Silver Millennium we were all as sisters, and occasionally, as lovers. All of us,” she empathized.
“What, you mean we just had huge orgies in the Silver Palace?!”
“Close enough. Those were really some wild times back on the Moon.” Michelle shook her head in amusement at Amy’s growing disbelief and (did she see it right?) interest. “Don’t worry about me and Amara, we’ve been through everything. I’m actually surprised that no one else has seen the way she looks at Serena… or the way Serena, unconsciously, looks back.”
“I guess I never was really that good with people,” sighed the blue-haired genius, “only books.”
“Don’t ever sell yourself short, Amy,” Michelle snapped, then, more gently, said “you were plenty good with this person.”
Amy felt the color rise in her cheeks at the compliment on her sexual prowess, praise of a sort she had never before received.
“Now, forget your worries. Let me love you again,” Sailor Neptune whispered.
“No,” replied Amy, causing the green-haired girl to sigh in frustration that quickly led to wonder as she continued slowly, “let me… love you.”
Michelle loved the shy, innocent way the younger girl sat up and, very hesitantly, began to stroke her breasts; Amy’s awkwardness and lack of experience turned her on as much if not more as the most skillful lover in the universe. She sighed in contentment as Amy’s fingers timidly approached her left nipple. It hardened instantly. Amy, startled, looked up to Michelle’s face. The green-haired girl smiled gently and nodded for her to continue. Amy stroked the nipple once, slowly, and hard, with her index finger, reveling in the feel of the hard pink bud and Michelle’s sudden intake of breath. Her Neptunian lover cupped her face in her hands and brought her lips slowly but inexorably to her breast.
Michelle sighed softly as she felt Amy’s warm breath on her hard nipple, then bit her lip against the delicious shock when the blue haired girl licked it slow and strong. “More, Amy!” she breathed, forcing her lover’s mouth down, and Mercury started suckling. Michelle arched her back as Amy’s mouth opened, and more of Michelle’s soft warm breast was consumed by her new lover.
Well, that\'s it. Like I said, if you have anything (constructive) on this little story, let me know. And if you must MST this for any reason, send it to me as well. I\'d like to see it. None of you know how long this thing took me to write! I think I began it about, what, 5 years ago? For some reason, I just could not seem to finish it. The love scene (I hesitate to say \"sex scene,\" even though that\'s what it is, because I was hoping for something sweeter and more loving than your standard lemon) was actually the last thing to get written. Urg. As for the ending, with our lovely ladies just getting started on Round 2 ;-) well I have to leave some things to your imagination! Or perhaps a sequel, one that won\'t take years of not writing to complete. I hope you enjoyed it, though, because that is what makes it worth the effort. Now, as promised, the cast list, including several characters not in this story, as a bonus service to our NA readers:
English..................Japanese.................Sailor
Serena.................Usagi.......................Moon
Amy.....................Ami.........................Mercury
Raye....................Rei..........................Mars
Lita......................Makoto....................Jupiter
Mina.....................Minako....................Venus
Rini/Reenie...........Chibi-Usa.................Mini-Moon/Chibi-Moon
Amara..................Haruka.....................Uranus
Michelle................Michiru.....................Neptune
Trista...................Setsuna....................Pluto
Hotaru..................Hotaru (!).................Saturn
Darien..................Mamoru....................Tuxedo Mask/Tuxedo Kamen
Molly....................Naru
Melvin..................Umino
Chad....................Yuuichiro
Greg.....................Urawa
Andrew..................Motoki
a Sailor Moon Lemon Fan-fic
by Lord Onyx
All standard disclaimers apply, i.e., these characters are not mine, they belong to Naoko Takeuchi and a whole buttload of other people. Don’t sue me, I have no money. Really. Also, this fic involves sexual situations between a few of said characters, so don’t read this if you’re under 18 and blah blah blah. I know from personal experience that you will anyway, so don’t come crying to me if you’re dumb and get caught. I never got caught, so what the hell’s wrong with you? ;-) This is intended to be (something of) a love story, so if you were expecting tearing clothes off and having wild sex within two paragraphs, you’ve come to the wrong place. For those of you who like a long build-up, maybe you will like this.
All purists, please have patience with someone who has mainly seen the DiC dub (and whoever it was that did S). I don’t hate them for butchering Sailor Moon, I am eternally thankful to them for bringing this wonderful series to America. They took what they had to work with, courtesy of retarded American censors **who may forever burn in hell**. Therefore, I am using the dub names. For those who aren’t sure who is who, especially the outer senshi, a list will follow the fic. Also, this is probably not going to be fully accurate as far as the laws of Japan, where I believe the driving age is 18, and I\'m not sure how well they take to high school students working.
Please, be gentle, it’s my first time. Address all c/c to kalushan@hotmail.com. Anything of merit will be read with appreciation. Mindless flames of the “you suck royal dick” genre will be met with full retaliation.
Love Is In the Water
“Still at that computer?”
Amy looked up, surprised that anyone was left at the library so late, and smiled reassuringly at the green-haired girl. “Well, I do need to get my extra credit project in before it’s due, but I’m all done for tonight. What are you doing here this late, Michelle? I thought you and Amara had plans.”
The older girl made a face of plainly deep disappointment and frustration. “We had to postpone that; Amara had something she had to take care of, and I came here to look through some of the art books for a class. Just like the last date we were supposed to go on. With this lull in Negaverse activities, I thought we would have more time for ourselves, but instead we end up tying all the loose ends we put off, which leads us to more and more…” she trailed off, looking tired and embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I don’t need to get you involved in my personal life, and I really didn’t mean to ramble on like that, but… I don’t know.”
“I know how you feel,” replied the blue-haired girl. I know more about that than you could ever imagine, she thought. “We’ve gone through the same patterns of restlessness whenever we dealt a serious blow to the Negaverse. You and Amara have nothing on Serena and Darien. It will get to the point where either they can hardly stand the sight of each other or as soon as they get in the same room they’ll start ripping each other\'s clothes off and…” suddenly she felt a huge sweat drop form on her head as she realized what she was saying. And who she was saying it to.
“Meatball head and her dream prince? Well, it’s not unexpected.”
“Them fighting or having sex?”
“Both.” Both girls laughed. They knew all about Darien and Serena’s arguments; they also knew all about the ways the couple made up afterwards. The future Queen and King of Crystal Tokyo had actually only started having intercourse two months ago, on account of Darien’s deathly fear of Serena’s father.
Michelle glanced down at her watch and swore under her breath. “Amara was supposed to pick me up fifteen minutes ago!”
“I can give you a ride,” said Amy. Her mother had given her a car for her 16th birthday, a stylish convertible, blue of course. She didn’t much look like it (or act like it), but Sailor Mercury was very into sports cars, and had many long conversations with Amara on the subject. She looked at it as an outlet from her constant studying, along with her swimming… which reminded her of the time she and Michelle had raced, before they knew each other’s identities. “Say, Michelle, I’m going to the gym tomorrow, would you like to join me? We could race again. I…liked it when we first did that.”
“Sure, I’d love to,” replied the other water senshi, thinking back on the first time anyone had been able to match her in her element.
***
The next day the two girls met in the pool. “Now, this time, we’ll see who’s the real Senshi of Water!” Michelle teased as they stretched out before getting in.
“In what style should we swim?” asked the ever-practical Amy.
“Mmm…breaststroke,” replied the older girl.
Amy suddenly got this strange impulse, almost as if she thought Michelle was hinting at something else by her choice of words, something very…
“Gods, that’s cold!!” Neptune shrieked as she jumped into the water in her sea-green bathing suit. This was enough to wake Amy out of her reveille.
“Well, that’s okay, ice is my specialty,” she quipped, diving gracefully into the pool in her own royal blue swimsuit. And came up gasping. Hmm, maybe it is a little cool, she thought.
“So what, ice-girl, can’t take the cold?” Michelle asked coyly.
Amy, puzzled, followed her friend’s gaze down to herself. To her chest, specifically. And turned bright red. ‘Well, just…its…so are you!” she finished sharply.
Michelle looked down. “Ok, so my nipples are stiff, too. What’s the big deal? You and the girls go to the springs together all the time. We’re not even naked.” She could sense that this wasn’t helping. “Maybe I shouldn’t have pointed it out. I’m sorry.”
“Let’s just race,” Amy stated flatly.
“Ready…set…go!”
The two girls flew across the water. Onlookers would have thought they were skimming on top of the surface of the pool. They looked like two flying fish, one with blue fins, the other with green for her scales.
“Whew! Who won that one?” Michelle huffed, out of breath.
“I don’t know. Looks like another draw.”
“Will one of us ever win?”
“Doubtful,” said Amy, “we’re too evenly matched.”
“We’ll see about that!”
***
Several hours later, after still no resolution, two very tired, very beautiful swimmers climbed out of the pool. As she reached for her towel, Amy watched Michelle get her own and start to dry her beautiful shoulder-length hair, and suddenly time seemed to slow. She could see the droplets of water shimmering as they fell from her beautiful friend to sprinkle on the tile floor. But mostly she saw Michelle, and really saw for the first time just how stunning she was….
“Hey, you two!”
The low alto voice that brought Amy back to her senses had to be….
“Amara!” Michelle flew into her girlfriend’s arms. Wow, Amy thought, I wish I was doing that… I’m jealous… I’m what??!!! Where did that come from?!
“Helllloooo, Amy!”
“Oh, hi, Serena, what are you doing here?”
“Just thought I’d come by and check on the triathlon you guys were doing. It’s been over four hours since you came to the pool.”
“Four hours, already? I had no idea it had been that long. Michelle, I have to go.”
“That’s all right, so do we,” Michelle said over her shoulder, her left arm encompassed in Amara’s right. “That was fun, though; we’ll have to do it again sometime. Next Saturday, maybe?”
“Yes, I’d like that,” Amy smiled, then watched the two outer Senshi stroll out, drinking in each other’s eyes, oblivious to the world.
***
The pool races became a regular thing for the two water senshi, and they soon were very good friends. The absence of Negafiends was lying heavily on all the scouts and they began to feel very restless. Lita got her third degree black belt and started her internship at a local restaurant; Trista remained mysterious and dispensed wise (and often cryptic and useless) advice when asked; Raye was bitchy and constantly picking on Serena; Mina finally beat the racing game down at the arcade, then promptly forgot all about video games when the new hunk she was after said they were childish, then, when she found out that he was engaged, went back to the arcade and beat her own record; Hotaru and Rini were inseparable; Amara won an extreme dirt bike race; and Amy and Michelle spent an increasingly large amount of time together. Each found the other fascinating to talk to; as the two most intelligent scouts after the ever-aloof Trista, they could discuss for hours about topics that would have gone right over the other scouts’ heads.
I never knew anyone could be that smart, thought Amy one day after an extended discussion on astronomy. She’s even smarter that Darien! And very beautiful… what!! I’ve got to stop these random irrational thoughts!
“Hey, Amy, how would you like to come to my next concert? Amara has to be out of town, and I’d really like it for one of my best friends to be in the audience. Besides, you’re probably the only one who could appreciate it.”
“I’d love to, Michelle! I really enjoy hearing you; you just have so much talent. I wish I had something like that I could do, but it seems I’ll always be just an egghead…”
“Don’t sell yourself short, Amy! You are an extremely intelligent, extremely talented girl! You can do anything you put that incredibly agile mind to. Here, it’s a fifth row seat at the concert. It’s two nights away, at 7:30 and will probably last until 10. It’ll be great!”
“Then I will just have to attend,” Amy replied, smiling gently.
“Perfect! I’m sure I can arrange for you to get backstage afterwards, there’s always a little party for the performers. I’ve got to run now, but I’ll see you soon!”
***
The night of the concert, Amy arrived at the concert hall in a magnificent dark blue sleeveless gown… one that was considerably lower-cut than what she normally wore. Her mother would have completely freaked out if she had seen just how much cleavage her daughter was showing. Amy wasn’t completely sure why she was wearing the dress. Or rather, tried to pretend she didn’t know, trying to convince herself “it’s just because I want to look good for Michelle…no! just for the party and Michelle’s musician friends that’s all!!” She had a very ingrained habit of rationalization, and often used it to get around her personal feelings.
As Michelle had promised, the seats were excellent, whereas the music… was nothing short of heavenly. The main feature was Bach, and Michelle was spectacular. She looked like a goddess standing atop the stormy ocean. Amy could almost smell the foam and spray of waves crashing on rocks, and hear gulls circling overhead. Michelle\'s face was perfectly molded into a contrasting mask of serenity and passion. And her fingertips danced across the strings of her violin like the drops of water plummeting down from the breath of whales. The unavoidable feelings Amy had tried to hide from bloomed like a cherry tree in the springtime. Amy, quiet, shy, never-even-close-to-forward Amy, felt herself getting relentlessly turned on. She might as well as try to stop the waves like that Viking in England she read about. She wanted to feel those lightly dancing fingers on her, across her cheek, her jaw, her neck, her breasts, her clit…ohgod her clit…
This time however, it wasn’t her denial of how she felt (she turned her focus away on that area), but her ever-rationalizing mind told her just how it wouldn’t work: Amara.
She knew how committed they were to each other, and getting between them was the last thing she wanted to do.
But she wanted it. Oh, gods how she wanted to… What has happened to me? she thought. I’ve never liked girls, at least not…I didn’t think I did; but then I never really went boy crazy like the others. There was Greg, but I never see him anymore; other than him, I never really was hung up on anyone. But Michelle is so smart, so talented, so gorgeous, so…taken.
In the audience, unseen in the dark of the concert hall, a single tear rolled down the face of a beautiful blue-haired young girl; a tear born of being alone, of wanting someone, anyone, to understand, to empathize, to love….
***
After the concert, Amy (once she regained her composure) met Michelle backstage after navigating the surprisingly active concert security. They were dressed as ushers, but built more like those big American football players Mina loved to watch so much (personally, Amy didn’t see the attraction to beefy sweaty boys playing a game; not that she didn’t occasionally enjoy watching, but she was more interested in thinner, tall, achingly beautiful face, long green hair, fingers that would take her to heaven…she abruptly cut off that line of thought) and their flashlights looked like they could be put to a much more violent purpose than their originally intended one.
Once she met up with Michelle, she would ask if there was something going on.
“Amy! There you are. Did you enjoy the show?”
“Very much. At one point, I was even moved to tears,” Amy replied truthfully. “You were phenomenal. Your hands are so extremely agile,” Amy missed the glance that Michelle gave her at that remark, “and your face was so peaceful and full of energy at the same time… you were wonderful.”
Does she mean anything else by that? Michelle thought. She’s not… but then she never was really into boys. She is so sexy in her innocence, but I don’t want to shatter that, she has to make the first move. Amara has already told me she doesn’t mind, as long as I won’t mind her hooking up with Serena, if Serena ever recognizes what she obviously feels. That was a very enlightening discussion she had had with Trista last night; at least, they had talked once they had stopped panting. Amara didn’t mind that, either; Amara herself was the one who had initiated that relationship.
“Oh! I noticed a lot of security around; is everything okay?”
“Well, a few weeks ago, some nut job attacked one of the musicians, and ever since then everyone’s been paranoid; nothing to worry about, really. Besides, anyone messing with us is in for a real surprise, right, Mercury?”
“Exactly,” replied the other Sailor Scout.
\"Oh, here, let me introduce you to the famous cellist....\"
It truly was a wonderful night, Ami meeting and speaking with some of the finest classical performers in Japan. She was thrilled in that she actually spoke to the director, and impressed him with her knowledge of musical history, if not abstract theory. Michelle seemed unusually dreamy to her musician friends as she watched the younger girl. Sayuka, the violist, took her aside for a moment.
\"What is it, Michelle? Aren\'t you and Amara still together?\"
\"Of course we are! What ever made you ask?\"
\"Tonight you\'ve hardly been able to tear your eyes off that blue-haired girl. I just wanted to know if something had happened. I am your friend, after all.\"
\"No, it\'s nothing like that, it just....\" She trailed off, seeing that he didn\'t believe her. \"Trust me on this: Amara and I are still together.\"
\"All right, I guess I can accept that, but still, she is a little young, don\'t you think?\"
\"Since when was age an issue with you, Mr. Hitting-On-Me-When-I-Was-15?\"
\"...\"
****
About a week after the concert, Amy was waiting out in the parking lot in front of the concert hall to give Michelle a ride home. She was leaning up against her car, trying to think this whole thing through. She had never been this distracted in her life, so perhaps that\'s why she didn\'t even notice how long it was taking Michelle to leave until she heard a scream. Being in a semi-public place and not knowing if she needed her powers, she didn\'t transform, but instead ran inside.
Michelle tried not to panic as the disheveled man with the knife leered at her. She thought, I won\'t transform unless I have to. I hope that someone picked up the message from my communicator!
Just then, Amy rushed in only to skid to a halt as she saw one of the new security guards bleeding on the floor, unconscious but breathing, a filthy man with a switchblade, and Michelle looking extremely scared. The deranged man turned towards her, and Amy nearly shrieked at the look in his eyes.
\"Pretty little girls, I\'ll stick you one way or another!\" he slurred as he lunged with the blade. Going strictly on the reflexes honed as a result of the years of her being a Sailor Scout, Amy twisted to avoid his strike. He scored along her arm, causing her to bleed along the shallow cut. She kicked him in the groin, and was rewarded with the sound of the knife clattering on the floor and his strangled gasps. She gave him another kick to the stomach just to be sure, just like Lita had taught her. Then, as she stood there, flushed and slightly bleeding, all she saw was Michelle, safe.
The older girl rushed over to look to her arm, when Amy suddenly pulled her up short and kissed her, hard. Michelle melted into it, not wanting to break the spell, this thing for which she has waited so long. Amy suddenly pulled away, even more flushed than before, and tried to stammer an apology, the tears already welling up in her eyes. Giving up, she turned and ran as Michelle chased after her, but Amy quickly lost her.
***
Michelle hung up the phone again, sighing frustratedly. \"No answer still?\" Amara asked, looking up from her mechanics mag. She was getting concerned, both for Amy and her lover.
\"None,\" she replied tersely. \"Oh, god, I think I blew it.\"
\"Well, just go over there.\"
\"But what if...\"
\"But nothing,\" Amara interrupted sharply. \"Just go over there and tell her how you feel. And remember,\" she said, going back to reading, \"when I hook up with the princess, you can\'t say a word. Now scoot, enjoy yourself,\" she admonished, and shot a wink at her lover, the one with whom she had fought (and even died), the person with whom she shared everything. Since the last crisis, the two Outers had resolved not to let any petty jealousies crowd their lives ever again.
I will, Michelle thought, no matter what happens, I won\'t have to live with regret over missed opportunities.
***
Ding Dong! Oh god, I hope I\'m doing the right thing, Michelle thought, as she waited outside of Amy\'s apartment. Her mother\'s car was gone, probably at the hospital as usual. Time seemed to gel as the door opened...
\"Umm. Hi, Amy. I, uh, came to see if your arm is okay, and...\"
Amy\'s eyes were red, it was clear she had been crying. \"I\'m sorry for my earlier behavior, Michelle, it was quite...\"
\"Wonderful,\" interrupted the older girl. \"I have wanted to do that for so long, and it was better than I had ever dreamed.\"
Amy was quite shocked. \"Ah, come in,\" she said.
Once inside, Amy was still stiff and distant, but Michelle smiled warmly at her, trying to reassure the skittish girl. \"Amy, what do you think of me?\" she asked softly as they sat on the livingroom couch.
Amy tried to say something innocuous, but her mind seemed to lock up. \"You\'re beautiful!\" she said before breaking into new tears.
\"As are you, my lovely sister. My comrade senshi. Beautiful and brilliant and I love you.\" Michelle reached out and tilted up the young girl\'s chin.
Amy looked up into Michelle\'s dark, intense green eyes, and knew all her objections were gone, powerless compared to the poundings of her heart, the throbbing in her loins. She reached up and caressed the girl\'s cheek and gently kissed her again.
Amy softly gasped as Michelle\'s lips traveled down her face to her neck, as she ran her fingers through that beautiful long green hair.
Michelle continued to rain kisses down on the other girl\'s neck, reaching up under her shirt and rapidly unhooking Amy\'s bra. She lay the blue-haired girl back on the couch and stared at her with a strange self-possessed look in her eyes as she slowly lifted her new lover\'s shirt up and over her head before dropping it on the floor.
Amy felt a huge rush of heat as Michelle kissed and licked her newly exposed breasts. When the other girl gently nipped at her with her teeth, Amy let out a long, low moan. Michelle\'s hands had not been idle either; while still suckling at Amy\'s bosom, the older girl had slipped her hands underneath to caress the senshi\'s cute bottom. Michelle slowly, devestatingly dragged her tongue up through Amy\'s cleavage while squeezing her cheeks firmly with her hands.
Amy started to whimper at the sensual assault. \"Please, Michelle!\"
\"Please what?\" the older girl smirked, knowing exactly what was desired.
\"Please!...just, please!!\"
\"Of course, my love,\" the green-haired girl whispered. In a few very sharp movements her blouse, her bra, hers and Amy\'s jeans, and her panties all fell onto the floor, leaving only Amy wearing a stitch. She decided only a little more teasing was in order, so she started to lightly kiss the undersides of Amy\'s small perky breasts as, with two fingers, she firmly stroked the girl\'s sex through the damp spot on the front of her underwear. She had only just found Amy\'s clitoris when...
\"OH GOD!! OH MICHELLE, I\'M COMING!!!\" Amy shouted as her hands clenched spasmodically and her head tossed back and forth.
After the shocks had subsided, Michelle finished stripping her of her panties, and at last gazed in wonder at the beautiful sight laid out before her. Amy blushed and continued to let out little coos of satisfaction as echoes of pleasure still traveled up her spine while Michelle devoured her with her eyes: her firm high breasts with their achingly stiff nipples, her taut stomach swelling out gently at her waist, her tight pink treasures exposed to her new lover\'s assault, with their own little thatching of blue hair at the apex of her mound.
Michelle felt as if she could no longer restrain herself, and, her eyes never leaving Amy\'s (in case she did something to scare the girl), gently but firmly took hold of Amy\'s legs and spread them. She began kissing Amy\'s inner thighs.
Amy moaned even louder than before, and began rubbing her breasts with one hand while trying to guide Michelle\'s head toward her vagina with the other. Michelle took the hint, gave up any pretense of teasing, and began to lick and suck and nuzzle Amy\'s crotch.
Amy was just about to feel the the same delicious spasmings of earlier, when Michelle pulled back. She moaned in disappointment, hauling Michelle\'s lips to hers for a deep, passionate kiss. Amy could taste herself on Michelle\'s lips, and the two girls ground rubbed their breasts together as their tongues caressed in each other\'s mouths.
Michelle finally pulled up for breath, and then whispered, \"just wait, Amy-chan. You\'re going to love this...\" She sat up, thrusting her knee between Amy\'s thighs. Amy just stared in surprise; never had she imagined what Michelle was attempting. The green haired girl positioned herself so that their vaginas were pressed together. Both girls moaned at the sensations this brought. Their lower lips appeared to be kissing, and the clit of one caressed that of the other. Michelle began to use one hand to support Amy\'s leg and pinched the girl\'s breast with the other as she set the pace. Amy tried to caress Michelle as best as she could, her hand roaming to the older girl\'s breast, her butt, her stomach, her back; when she reached for Michelle\'s face, Amy was delightedly surprised as Michelle took her fingers into her mouth and sensually sucked on them.
Michelle had wanted this for so long, she couldn\'t last forever. She felt the pleasure start to radiate out from her womb, but was determined to make her lover cum as well. With a piercing cry she threw back her head and thrust harder, reveling in the delightful friction of rubbing this beautiful girl\'s cunny with her own. \"Oh, Amy-chan, I\'m gonna cum, cum with me my love!\" she cried out as she kept grinding their crotches together.
\"Yes, Michelle! I\'m cumming, too! I love you, I\'m, I\'m, AHHHH !\" The world for both of these two beautiful young women dissolved into white heat and splashing noises and tremors. When they finally disengaged, it was out of shear exhaustion, but even then they continued to kiss and caress each other, enjoying their mutual afterglow.
As they lay together, cuddling in the warmth of each other’s bliss, Amy, never fully able to not think things out, reflected on the implications of the afternoon, and turned her head and started to cry. Michelle, feeling the other girl stiffen under her continuing caresses, lightly gripped her new lover’s chin and turned her face towards her. She was shocked to see tears in Amy’s beautiful blue eyes. “Amy-chan, what’s wrong, sweetheart?” she asked tenderly.
“I’ve done something that could destroy you and Amara!” Amy blurted out, sobbing.
“You have done nothing of the sort, Amy! Nothing could destroy us, not my loving you or anything else… like Amara, and her own secret love for Serena.”
Amy gasped, totally unprepared for that revelation.
“I have talked to Trista,” Michelle continued, speaking rather matter-of-factly, “and we have hypothesized that in the Silver Millennium we were all as sisters, and occasionally, as lovers. All of us,” she empathized.
“What, you mean we just had huge orgies in the Silver Palace?!”
“Close enough. Those were really some wild times back on the Moon.” Michelle shook her head in amusement at Amy’s growing disbelief and (did she see it right?) interest. “Don’t worry about me and Amara, we’ve been through everything. I’m actually surprised that no one else has seen the way she looks at Serena… or the way Serena, unconsciously, looks back.”
“I guess I never was really that good with people,” sighed the blue-haired genius, “only books.”
“Don’t ever sell yourself short, Amy,” Michelle snapped, then, more gently, said “you were plenty good with this person.”
Amy felt the color rise in her cheeks at the compliment on her sexual prowess, praise of a sort she had never before received.
“Now, forget your worries. Let me love you again,” Sailor Neptune whispered.
“No,” replied Amy, causing the green-haired girl to sigh in frustration that quickly led to wonder as she continued slowly, “let me… love you.”
Michelle loved the shy, innocent way the younger girl sat up and, very hesitantly, began to stroke her breasts; Amy’s awkwardness and lack of experience turned her on as much if not more as the most skillful lover in the universe. She sighed in contentment as Amy’s fingers timidly approached her left nipple. It hardened instantly. Amy, startled, looked up to Michelle’s face. The green-haired girl smiled gently and nodded for her to continue. Amy stroked the nipple once, slowly, and hard, with her index finger, reveling in the feel of the hard pink bud and Michelle’s sudden intake of breath. Her Neptunian lover cupped her face in her hands and brought her lips slowly but inexorably to her breast.
Michelle sighed softly as she felt Amy’s warm breath on her hard nipple, then bit her lip against the delicious shock when the blue haired girl licked it slow and strong. “More, Amy!” she breathed, forcing her lover’s mouth down, and Mercury started suckling. Michelle arched her back as Amy’s mouth opened, and more of Michelle’s soft warm breast was consumed by her new lover.
Well, that\'s it. Like I said, if you have anything (constructive) on this little story, let me know. And if you must MST this for any reason, send it to me as well. I\'d like to see it. None of you know how long this thing took me to write! I think I began it about, what, 5 years ago? For some reason, I just could not seem to finish it. The love scene (I hesitate to say \"sex scene,\" even though that\'s what it is, because I was hoping for something sweeter and more loving than your standard lemon) was actually the last thing to get written. Urg. As for the ending, with our lovely ladies just getting started on Round 2 ;-) well I have to leave some things to your imagination! Or perhaps a sequel, one that won\'t take years of not writing to complete. I hope you enjoyed it, though, because that is what makes it worth the effort. Now, as promised, the cast list, including several characters not in this story, as a bonus service to our NA readers:
English..................Japanese.................Sailor
Serena.................Usagi.......................Moon
Amy.....................Ami.........................Mercury
Raye....................Rei..........................Mars
Lita......................Makoto....................Jupiter
Mina.....................Minako....................Venus
Rini/Reenie...........Chibi-Usa.................Mini-Moon/Chibi-Moon
Amara..................Haruka.....................Uranus
Michelle................Michiru.....................Neptune
Trista...................Setsuna....................Pluto
Hotaru..................Hotaru (!).................Saturn
Darien..................Mamoru....................Tuxedo Mask/Tuxedo Kamen
Molly....................Naru
Melvin..................Umino
Chad....................Yuuichiro
Greg.....................Urawa
Andrew..................Motoki