Flawed Perfection

I had first noticed her when I saved that Hino girl from her certain demise. I had been certain that was the last I'd see of her- before I knew her true identity. Michiru had seen the way I locked eyes on the pretty blonde, a little too long for comfort. I simply swallowed and leapt off into the distance with her. The aqua-haired girl may seem harmless and kind, but she is the perfect personification of the ocean in every way. I am a witness to her wrath, and as her lover I must say that no ocean storm could ever dare to compete with my lover's temper. Not that she blew up often- as I said, she is overall a calm, gentle woman. When we were first dating she had obliterated a monster all on her own- to save me of course. I owe her my life, and for that, I never want her to realize I may have a crush on someone else.

Don't get me wrong, I love Michiru with all of my heart. We were destined to be together- and as I later found out, so were odango-atama and her charming prince, Mamoru. I have never liked men. Michiru always giggled at me when I would fume as horny little boys would hit on her. To be honest, I couldn't blame them. My lover is a real catch, so elegant and lady-like...so...perfect. But something about that perfection is a little dull sometimes. Nothing like odango's klutz-attacks, or her atrocious eating habits. I loved the way she never seemed to fit in with me and Michiru when we were out at a museum or some other fancy place. No, my precious Usagi...odango...she was special.

I could definitely see what everyone saw in her. Everyone loved Usagi. She was so friendly and sweet with everyone, seemingly making friends wherever she went, no matter what background they came from. I was no different. Usagi and I are nothing alike. Where she is weak, I am strong. But that's what made us unstoppable with a certain youma that chained our wrists together. I had secretly loved it when she asked me to scratch her back for her- she was so incredibly cute. I even recall seeing Makoto and Rei stealing glimpses of her while she was unaware. I smirked to myself, because apparently I wasn't the only secret admirer of hers.

But as much as I wanted to, I couldn't do anything. Even if I made a move, even if I tried, I was no match for destiny. At first, it hurt to think of this. I was Sailor Uranus, soldier of the skies! I had fought beast after beast to protect the earth from evil- and yet I can't even get the girl I want...no, not want. It's only infatuation, I suppose. I still have Michiru. I can't keep thinking things like that. But you can't run from your feelings forever, can you?

I realized I needed time to myself, and to rekindle the flame with Michiru. Not like our relationship needed it, Michiru was unaware of my inner conflict. But I was, and shortly after we defeated Pharaoh 90, Michiru had looked at me sternly and stated that we had one last mission to do. I had agreed- not because I was angry at my precious odango. I just wanted to go with Michiru, and fight Sailor Moon together with her. If she could stand a chance against both of us, I could rest easy during my time with Michiru. The last thing I wanted was for Sailor Moon to get hurt if a stronger enemy came by while Neptune and I were away. She had passed my personal test with great promise. We both bid our farewells to the senshi and drove off into the sunset.

I could finally rest easy. Michiru and I had a long, hard road, and I have earned my happiness. The world was finally at peace again, at least until the inevitable threat surfaced once again. Until then, my odango-atama was safe and sound with her prince. As for me? I have my own princess...no, she's more like a queen to me. Perfect in every imperfect way, just the way I like it.