Temptation of the Sea

I Can Make You the Wind

Chapter 1: I Can Make You the Wind

June 1993

That was the day that changed my life. The day I gave into my fears and stopped running. The day that I became Sailor Uranus.

Michiru was in no state to get home on her own due to her injuries from the battle. She told me she couldn't go home yet because her parents would question her about them and she couldn't tell them that she was a senshi. Since my parents are almost never home because they work all the time, I offered to let her stay at my place until she was better.

I walked her over to my motorcycle and gave her the spare helmet that I always kept with me. She wrapped her arms tightly around my waist. Even though she was probably in a lot of pain, she seemed content to be sitting there. Probably because of her huge crush on me. She always said she wanted to ride in my car as we drove along the beach.

When we got to my house, I showed her to the bathroom so she could shower and wash her wounds. That way they would be clean and then I could tend to them.

She was in the bathroom for a long time and I think it was because she was having trouble undressing and washing herself but didn't want to ask me to help her either because she was embarrassed or stubborn. Although I would have had no problem helping her.

She finally came out in the robe that I had left for her and her hair wrapped up in a towel.

"Come over to the couch so I can bandage you up," I told her as I brought my first aid kit over to the couch. She followed me slowly; suddenly shy about being in my presence when she had been so forward before.

She sat down next to me and I rolled up the sleeve of the arm that was injured. I inspected the scratches. "These already look so much better," I noted that the bleeding had stopped and there was no longer dirt in her wounds.

"We heal quicker than regular people, but since these scratches are so deep, it'll probably take a couple days to fully heal," she told me. She winced when I touched her arm.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm just going to apply this disinfectant and then wrap your arm up," she nodded and closed her eyes. Probably to try and ignore the pain. In an attempt to distract her, I started asking her questions.

"So, how long have you been playing the violin? You play beautifully and are already so well known for only being fifteen years old."

She blushed and smiled. "Thank you. I started learning when I was five and quickly fell in love with it. It's been my dream since I was little to be a famous violinist and to compose and record my own songs," her face suddenly fell, "but now I'll never be able to do that because of my duties as a soldier."

"Hey, I'm sure one day there'll be no more evil in the world and you can become a famous violinist," I told her as I finished wrapping her arm.

"You think so?"

"Absolutely. So I finished your arm and now I need to look at your back. You're going to have to take off the top part of your robe. Is that okay?" I asked her, not wanting to overstep any boundaries.

She blushed again and slowly nodded. She turned to the side so that her back was to me and she lowered her robe, trying her best to cover her breasts even though I couldn't see anything at this angle.

Damn, I thought, a little disappointed. Haruka, this is not the time for that, I reminded myself. She was very beautiful and if this was one of the girls from my track team, I would be flirting with her and jokingly trying to get her to show me her breasts while she would just be blushing and trying her best to stay concealed. But this was different. Michiru was hurt, and vulnerable, and probably actually liked me, and I couldn't act that way around her since we would be fighting together for the rest of our lives. And who knows, maybe one day I'll have feelings for her too, if the way I feel now is any indication of how I'll feel in the future. I would be lying if I said I didn't find Michiru attractive from the moment I met her and I had a feeling deep down inside of me that I would deny if anyone ever asked me about it that we were meant for each other.

I finished bandaging her back and pulled the robe back up over her shoulders.

"I'm going to put your uniform in the wash and I'll grab you some clothes to change into." I went into the bathroom and laughed at what I saw. She had folded her uniform neatly on the counter. I picked up her uniform shirt to inspect the damage. There were large bloodstains on the back and lighter stains on the arm. I brought it to the laundry room, treated it, and then threw it in the washer. I then went to my room in search of clothes that wouldn't be too big for her, since I am significantly taller than she is. I managed to find an old pair of sweat pants that were too small for me and a button up shirt that had shrunk a little in the wash.

I went back to the living room to give Michiru the clothes. She was no longer sitting on the couch and had made her way over to the bookcase. She was looking at the pictures and awards that were on the top couple of shelves. She turned to me and she was holding one of the pictures from the shelf. It was a picture of me when I was younger with the first blue ribbon I ever won in track. A couple of the girls from my track team were hugging me and we were all laughing.

"You were so cute. And you've won so many awards," she said, looking back up at the awards.

"I've always wanted to be the wind," I told her, joining her at the bookcase.

"You know," she said, slyly smiling at me, "I can draw you as the wind."

"Oh, we're back to the modeling thing, are we?" I said, slightly flirting with her, becoming more comfortable with her.

"You're just," she paused and looked me up and down, "the perfect specimen. Any artist would love to paint you."

"The perfect specimen, am I?" I laughed. Me, the perfect specimen? There must be something wrong with her.

"No, seriously. Look at you," she picked up another picture of me. In this one, I'm running in a race. "You're so photogenic. And it's easy for a camera to pick it up. It's a little harder for a painter, but with you, the painting would paint itself."

"Are you trying to flatter me?" I ask.

"Maybe," she blushed and put the picture back on the shelf.

"I'll tell you what," I said and she looked back up at me. "I'll pose for you if you can beat me in a sport." She's probably not too athletic since she's so into the arts. "I'll even let you choose."

She got this smirk on her face. "I challenge you to a swim race." That surprised me. No hesitation, no worry, should I be worried? Probably not. Swimming's not my sport, but I'm pretty good at it. She probably thought that swimming is the opposite of running and I might not be good at it.

"You're on," I said, holding out my hand. She grabbed it and shook.