La Guerrera del tiempo by Starsea

las consecuencias de la confesión

Theme: Consequences

The problem was that Setsuna was an analytical person. It was part of her job. She analysed the illnesses of people, she analysed the results of the experiments in her university courses, she analysed herself. Avoiding self-analysis was not her strong point. But she refused to think about those words and what they might mean. She refused to acknowledge the fact her feelings were becoming compromised because she didn't want this relationship to end. She didn't want to deal with the consequences of those three little words.

"Are you all right?" Michiru said to her in the kitchen one morning.

"Why do you ask?" Setsuna replied, keeping her voice quiet.

"You've been very withdrawn recently - and I know the difference between you being quiet and you being withdrawn," Michiru added. "You're always looking into the distance, frowning. I sense turmoil in you, and that's unusual, Setsuna. You're so calm."

Setsuna leaned forward and rubbed her hands over her face for a moment. At least it was Michiru talking to her, not Haruka or Hotaru. She wouldn't have been able to bear Hotaru's worry and Haruka... Haruka might have found the truth through constant interrogation. Michiru would be tactful and let Setsuna tell her as much as she wanted. She might draw her own conclusions but at least she wouldn't press for more information.

"I have been worried," she confessed. "I've said something to a friend..."

"Do I know this friend?" Michiru enquired.

"No," Setsuna replied immediately. "He's someone I know from uni."

Michiru nodded, taking this in. "And you've said something... tactless?" Her voice was slightly doubtful: Setsuna did not speak rashly.

"Not tactless, exactly. It just came out and I don't know how to face him after what I've said," Setsuna confessed.

"Well,I can't really help you unless I know what you said, Setsuna," Michiru said, giving a small shrug and picking up her cup of tea. The sunlight streaming through the windows made her hair crystalline, the Pacific distilled and turned solid. It was almost, but not quite, the colour of his eyes.

Setsuna looked into her own tea. She could not scry in water. She could not drain her drink and read the tea leaves. Nothing would tell her what to do about this new problem. Nothing would make it all go away. The only person who could deal with this was... her.

I have to talk to him. God help me.


Title: The consequences of the confession

DISCLAIMER: Both Michiru and Setsuna belong to Naoko Takeuchi.

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