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lexiewritesTitle: Special Moments
Author: Girl Who Writes
Genre: Drama, angst
Characters: Peripheral Michiru.
Words: 1 114
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sm_monthly's August challenge, 'All in the Family', prompt 4: wedding. I'm not entirely positive I'm happy with this, but there are a few other prompts I plan to write for so they'll probably get better x_x I especially hate the title, but whatever.
Summary: Every mother waits for certain moments in their daughter's life.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. I'm just a humble fan and make no profit from this fan based venture
She was late. It had been utterly impossible to find somewhere to park, even at this hour of the morning – some many children who should be in school, not making her impossibly late. Glaring at a clumsy blonde who tripped into her path, Meiko made her way into the shop on the corner.
The shop – a boutique, really – was done entirely in cream and gold. The window display was exceptionally simple yet sophisticated, two snow-white gowns on a gauzy background.
It had been a long time since Meiko had set foot in this particular shop, despite her detailed knowledge of this particular shopping district. Her own parents had insisted on a traditional wedding, after months of argument, when she was young. Her own western wedding dress hung unworn in her dressing room – precisely where it would remain. That thought made Meiko’s lips twist down sourly.
Inside the shop, more dresses were displayed tastefully between elegant flower arrangements. Meiko didn’t pause to examine the gowns, averting her eyes completely. It would be easier if she didn’t think about this too much, if she didn’t feel sorry for herself.
“Meiko!” Midori Tanaka appeared in front of her, a glass of champagne in each hand, beaming at her. “It’s been too long!”
Midori had been her closest friend since they had been sent to boarding school together; in their social circles, genuine friendships were rarer than first marriages, yet both Meiko and Midori had managed to sustain both. In the thirty years that Meiko had known Midori, she had been able to trust Midori with almost all her secrets.
“I’m so sorry I’m late – the traffic was horrendous.” Meiko pasted a smile on her face as Midori handed her a glass of champagne. It was only ten in the morning, too early to start drinking, but it might make the whole experience less trying.
“Oh, you don’t have to tell me – if Hina hadn’t been bouncing off the walls since dawn, it would have made us so late. Come through – she’s already picked out dozens of dresses, I hope you haven’t got any other plans for the day.”
Midori let her through to a private dressing room, with a podium in front of full length mirrors, a stone-faced shop girl standing, waiting for requests, and Midori’s daughter Hina was lounging on a gold chaise, champagne in one hand and a catalogue in another.
“Aunt Meiko! I’m so glad you made it!” Hina leapt up, throwing her arms around Meiko. Meiko hugged the girl back. Twenty, and preparing to get married. Hina was such a lovely, accomplished girl and had grown up to be even more beautiful than her mother.
“Oh, you know that I can’t resist any form of shopping,” Meiko managed a knowing grin. Only a year older than her own daughter. So young and already getting married. And Meiko was horribly jealous of Midori having this with her daughter.
“Mama’s got no ideas – and you always had such elegant taste,” Hina swept her long blonde hair up, pinning it in place. “I’m completely undecided about everything.” She stepped behind the curtain, to change into the first dress.
Midori and Meiko took a seat on the chaise as the shop assistant went to help Hina with the dress.
“What a perfect way to spend a Thursday. It’s been so long since you and I sat down to chat!”
Meiko nodded, watching the bubbles in her champagne spin and pop. “It has.”
“We’ve been completely bombarded with wedding plans – Hina can’t settle upon anything for more than ten minutes – I had no idea how she’s going to manage to choose a dress.”
Meiko smiled. “Endless possibilities. I remember when I chose my dress.” She sipped her drink and tried to settle down. She felt like a cat with her fur rubbed the wrong way, the lights too bright, and the endless pattern of cream and gold.
“Mama, Aunt Meiko.” Hina stepped onto the small podium, in what could only be considered a fairytale dress, with a shimmering full shirt and intricate beaded bodice.
“Oh, sweetheart, you look breath-taking!” Midori gasped, her hand on her heart.
Meiko stared and for a moment, it wasn’t Hina in the dress. Aquamarine curls and bright blue-green eyes looked back at her, the small secretive smile that featured in all of the photographs in Meiko’s albums.
“You… you look like a princess, Hina.” Her face felt like clay as she managed to smile. “Can I ask were the bathrooms are?”
Meiko found herself sitting on a ruffled seat in the restrooms, staring at the photograph in her purse of a little girl in a frilly white party dress, her hair in pigtails, that tiny, trusting smile…
There weren’t going to be any wedding dress shopping with Michiru. It would never be Michiru out there, wearing princess dresses and picturing her future. Six years since Michiru had moved out, and every time she thought that she could live with everything that had transpired between her and her daughter, something would remind her of everything she had lost when Michiru stormed out the door to be with that awful girl.
Sighing, Meiko stood up. Her face looked slightly pinched, but fine. She could do this for darling Hina and Meiko. It was too late now, for her to be a mother to Michiru in the way Meiko was to Hina. There were too many regrets and hurts left to fester to truly fix things now.
Meiko put her purse back into her handbag and left the bathroom. Michiru had left this life behind, never thrown her a backwards glance, voiced any regret, so why should she mourn the loss of such moments?
She flounced passed the gaggle of girls that were crowded in the main shop, ignoring their high-pitched chatter.
“Usagi, Haruka and Michiru will never wear that.”
“I can’t believe that Haruka agreed to be a bridesmaid.”
“Er, well…”
“You have asked her, right, Usagi?”
Pushing the thoughts of her daughter out of her head, Meiko took her seat beside Midori as Hina tried on veils.
“Have you got a camera, Hina?” Meiko asked, her voice cheerful. “Just to help you decide later on.”
“Oh, yes, Aunt Meiko! There’s on in my handbag,” Hina beamed from behind her veil, the very picture of an excited bride.
A new photograph for her wallet, Meiko decided, fumbling for the camera. A new photograph, new memories.
She could hear the laughter from the girls in the shop and couldn’t help but wonder what Michiru was doing at that exact moment, and if she was as happy as the girls in the shop sounded.
Meiko hoped so.
Author: Girl Who Writes
Genre: Drama, angst
Characters: Peripheral Michiru.
Words: 1 114
Notes: Written for
sm_monthly's August challenge, 'All in the Family', prompt 4: wedding. I'm not entirely positive I'm happy with this, but there are a few other prompts I plan to write for so they'll probably get better x_x I especially hate the title, but whatever.Summary: Every mother waits for certain moments in their daughter's life.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. I'm just a humble fan and make no profit from this fan based venture
She was late. It had been utterly impossible to find somewhere to park, even at this hour of the morning – some many children who should be in school, not making her impossibly late. Glaring at a clumsy blonde who tripped into her path, Meiko made her way into the shop on the corner.
The shop – a boutique, really – was done entirely in cream and gold. The window display was exceptionally simple yet sophisticated, two snow-white gowns on a gauzy background.
It had been a long time since Meiko had set foot in this particular shop, despite her detailed knowledge of this particular shopping district. Her own parents had insisted on a traditional wedding, after months of argument, when she was young. Her own western wedding dress hung unworn in her dressing room – precisely where it would remain. That thought made Meiko’s lips twist down sourly.
Inside the shop, more dresses were displayed tastefully between elegant flower arrangements. Meiko didn’t pause to examine the gowns, averting her eyes completely. It would be easier if she didn’t think about this too much, if she didn’t feel sorry for herself.
“Meiko!” Midori Tanaka appeared in front of her, a glass of champagne in each hand, beaming at her. “It’s been too long!”
Midori had been her closest friend since they had been sent to boarding school together; in their social circles, genuine friendships were rarer than first marriages, yet both Meiko and Midori had managed to sustain both. In the thirty years that Meiko had known Midori, she had been able to trust Midori with almost all her secrets.
“I’m so sorry I’m late – the traffic was horrendous.” Meiko pasted a smile on her face as Midori handed her a glass of champagne. It was only ten in the morning, too early to start drinking, but it might make the whole experience less trying.
“Oh, you don’t have to tell me – if Hina hadn’t been bouncing off the walls since dawn, it would have made us so late. Come through – she’s already picked out dozens of dresses, I hope you haven’t got any other plans for the day.”
Midori let her through to a private dressing room, with a podium in front of full length mirrors, a stone-faced shop girl standing, waiting for requests, and Midori’s daughter Hina was lounging on a gold chaise, champagne in one hand and a catalogue in another.
“Aunt Meiko! I’m so glad you made it!” Hina leapt up, throwing her arms around Meiko. Meiko hugged the girl back. Twenty, and preparing to get married. Hina was such a lovely, accomplished girl and had grown up to be even more beautiful than her mother.
“Oh, you know that I can’t resist any form of shopping,” Meiko managed a knowing grin. Only a year older than her own daughter. So young and already getting married. And Meiko was horribly jealous of Midori having this with her daughter.
“Mama’s got no ideas – and you always had such elegant taste,” Hina swept her long blonde hair up, pinning it in place. “I’m completely undecided about everything.” She stepped behind the curtain, to change into the first dress.
Midori and Meiko took a seat on the chaise as the shop assistant went to help Hina with the dress.
“What a perfect way to spend a Thursday. It’s been so long since you and I sat down to chat!”
Meiko nodded, watching the bubbles in her champagne spin and pop. “It has.”
“We’ve been completely bombarded with wedding plans – Hina can’t settle upon anything for more than ten minutes – I had no idea how she’s going to manage to choose a dress.”
Meiko smiled. “Endless possibilities. I remember when I chose my dress.” She sipped her drink and tried to settle down. She felt like a cat with her fur rubbed the wrong way, the lights too bright, and the endless pattern of cream and gold.
“Mama, Aunt Meiko.” Hina stepped onto the small podium, in what could only be considered a fairytale dress, with a shimmering full shirt and intricate beaded bodice.
“Oh, sweetheart, you look breath-taking!” Midori gasped, her hand on her heart.
Meiko stared and for a moment, it wasn’t Hina in the dress. Aquamarine curls and bright blue-green eyes looked back at her, the small secretive smile that featured in all of the photographs in Meiko’s albums.
“You… you look like a princess, Hina.” Her face felt like clay as she managed to smile. “Can I ask were the bathrooms are?”
Meiko found herself sitting on a ruffled seat in the restrooms, staring at the photograph in her purse of a little girl in a frilly white party dress, her hair in pigtails, that tiny, trusting smile…
There weren’t going to be any wedding dress shopping with Michiru. It would never be Michiru out there, wearing princess dresses and picturing her future. Six years since Michiru had moved out, and every time she thought that she could live with everything that had transpired between her and her daughter, something would remind her of everything she had lost when Michiru stormed out the door to be with that awful girl.
Sighing, Meiko stood up. Her face looked slightly pinched, but fine. She could do this for darling Hina and Meiko. It was too late now, for her to be a mother to Michiru in the way Meiko was to Hina. There were too many regrets and hurts left to fester to truly fix things now.
Meiko put her purse back into her handbag and left the bathroom. Michiru had left this life behind, never thrown her a backwards glance, voiced any regret, so why should she mourn the loss of such moments?
She flounced passed the gaggle of girls that were crowded in the main shop, ignoring their high-pitched chatter.
“Usagi, Haruka and Michiru will never wear that.”
“I can’t believe that Haruka agreed to be a bridesmaid.”
“Er, well…”
“You have asked her, right, Usagi?”
Pushing the thoughts of her daughter out of her head, Meiko took her seat beside Midori as Hina tried on veils.
“Have you got a camera, Hina?” Meiko asked, her voice cheerful. “Just to help you decide later on.”
“Oh, yes, Aunt Meiko! There’s on in my handbag,” Hina beamed from behind her veil, the very picture of an excited bride.
A new photograph for her wallet, Meiko decided, fumbling for the camera. A new photograph, new memories.
She could hear the laughter from the girls in the shop and couldn’t help but wonder what Michiru was doing at that exact moment, and if she was as happy as the girls in the shop sounded.
Meiko hoped so.
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