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Teal eyes narrowed at the limited visibility ahead of them. The road was wet and fairly slippery. the sky was cloudy and dark. Bothersome, thick fog surrounded the vehicle. The genius racer had to rely on her dulled senses, because even the lampposts, headlights, and moonlight combined failed to properly reveal the way. Also, the fogged windows didn’t help much either. The aggravated blonde cursed under her breath.
After the funeral service was over, the butlers and maids of the Kaiou Manor thanked the guests for their attendance and condolences. The seasoned Head Butler to the prestigious House of Kaiou offered to take his youngest master home, but the teen politely declined his offer as he sought a ride with the famous racer and his sister. After the insistence of the maids and particularly the pleading of her smaller brother, a reluctant Michiru agreed to spend the night at her old home.
Heaving a sigh, Haruka looked at the smaller woman next to her. Michiru had fallen asleep. The side of her face rested on the seat belt; her head and hair gently swung from side to side as the car was driven. Haruka lightly squeezed her eternal lover’s hand. The blonde winced as the overwhelming emotions she had experienced at her mother’s burial replayed in her mind and stung her very soul.
Wistfulness. Sorrow, impotence, indifference…remorse.
Swallowing hard, Haruka took a deep breath and tried to suppress a sudden urge to cry. It was hard to believe the mighty Soldier of the Seas was tormented by hurtful and self-damaging emotions like those. Why did Michiru felt that way? How long had her lover kept these emotions locked inside her heart? how long had she endured the burden of such feelings alone?
Teal eyes pondered over the rearview mirror’s reflection of the exhausted teenager resting on the back seat. The blonde wondered if the poor boy concealed similar dreadful feelings in his heart, like the ones deep within his sister’s.
Were those two children Michiru and Aizen? If so, why had their father hit their mother so badly? How could I even see that memory?
Haruka frowned. Helpless ponderings only aroused more puzzling questions to her already aching head. Then there was the troubling matter, that even after a Millennia of interacting with the mercurial femme, she felt blind to what was really happening inside Michiru’s soul.
Since the olden times of the prestigious Silver Millennium, Sailor Neptune had been known to be a gracefully kind, talented, and overachieving prodigy who attained her goals with unfaltering bravery, no matter what they were. Known to loathe being pitied or thought to be frail, the princess of the aquatic planet strived for perfection in her every action and took pride in doing so without burdening others.
Naturally a loner herself, the Soldier of Squally Teal Eyes deeply respected her partner’s honorable character. Yet, it wasn’t until their trust grew and they became more intimate, that the surreal beauty finally allowed the Princess of the Gusty planet into the relentless barrier that she had erected around her heart. It wasn’t until then, that the Sky Soldier realized the herculean task she had ahead of her; comprehending the complex, unpredictable, and truly fascinating woman that embodied the powers of Poseidon himself. Sailor Uranus saw past Sailor Neptune’s perfectly orchestrated mask and gazed into the Sea Goddess’s truly vulnerable and precious soul. Or so she thought.
Puffy-eyed and downcast, Haruka clucked her tongue and sighed sorrowfully. Deep down, she knew that despite how long they had been together, the prideful and honorable reincarnation of the Princess of Neptune wanted to deal with any personal burdens by herself; mostly because the very gentle soul that she owned didn’t wanted to annoy others with her problems. If it were even possible, Haruka felt more respect for the remarkably strong woman that her amazing partner was.
Feeling helpless and somewhat useless, Haruka exhaled and hoped that with time the details of the siblings’ past would be disclosed to her. Eventually, Michiru would feel comfortable enough to open up to her, and acknowledge that she didn’t have to carry the burden of the world on her shoulders by herself.
Rubbing her temples and sore eyes, Haruka allowed herself to gather her thoughts, process what had happened, and to prepare for what was coming ahead.
The grumbling noises of an neglected stomach sabotaged the attempts Haruka had so strongly fought for of keeping a noise-free environment for the resting Kaious. Sighing, she patted her empty belly in attempts of providing it some sort of solace until they could eat. The route that Aizen had set in the GPS indicated that the Manor was still about 40 minutes away from where they currently were.
A downcast Haruka muttered. She was cold and wet and hungry and worn-out as well. On top of that, the inclement weather forced her to drive one of the fastest vehicles in the world at 4 mph.
Great, how much more miserable can I get?
The disgruntled blonde tried to rub off the chills that apprehended her sore, humid body. Just as Haruka was brooding and mumbling, she felt an annoying tickle in her nose. Cursing at herself, the blonde tried her best to hold her desire to sneeze as best as she could, but a couple of stubborn sneezes escaped.
“Bless you,” grooglily replied a sleepy Aizen.
“Sorry,” a mortified, sniffing, and funny sounding Haruka replied. Wincing, the blonde quickly looked at her girlfriend, afraid she might have woken her up as well. Haruka exhaled, relieved when she saw that Michiru only frowned and continued sleeping.
“Onee-sama has always been a heavy sleeper in cars,” kidded Aizen. He bent towards Haruka. “Here,” he said as he offered the blonde a tissue.
“Domo arigatou,” thanked Haruka before blowing her nose.
“How much longer until we get home?”
“Sadly a little longer than we envisioned. The rain and fog haven’t made it easy,” answered the saddened blonde, whose cheeks quickly blushed when her stomach complained again.
Aizen chuckled. “Haruka-sama, do you like hamburgers?”
The blonde raised an eyebrow. “I don’t normally eat them… But what do you have in mind?”
“Well, we are still a little ways from home, and I know of a very nice and conveniently located fast food place. They have a very convenient drive through. Oh, and lucky you, they also serve salads too!”
Haruka lightly chuckled, unable to shake off Aizen’s cute demeanor. “Alright, let’s go get one of these convenient burgers of yours.”
XxX
Setsuna made herself comfortable in the antique arm chair. She gently blew the hot contents of the porcelain cup she held. Garnet eyes stared blankly at her green tea. A few lit candles flickered in the dim room, amusing the woman with the shadowy dances they created with every object in the room. It was so quiet, she could easily hear her own respiration and heartbeat.
The lonely warrior frowned. The unsettling silence reminded her of the soundless and crude Doors of Time. Setsuna scoffed as she avowed that the lack of laughter, music, and chatter in the house she shared with her adopted family made her dreadfully uneasy.
Setsuna scoffed. The Time Guardian would have never thought that lack of noise would be a thing to upset her. She knew she had changed and turned softer.
The green haired woman relaxed against the back of her chair. In the past, she used to endure endless lapses of time in solitary confinement while guarding the Doors of Time. She had been content with just that; keeping her promises to Queen Serenity while remaining vigilant at her post.
But now things were different. Now she had friends and belonged to a family. Setsuna couldn’t deny that she genuinely missed the heartfelt giggles of Hotaru, the excited, and many times senseless, ramblings of Haruka, and the entrancing music of Michiru’s Marine Cathedral. The mere thought of returning to that unappealing seclusion she had endured for centuries gave her chills.
After a few minutes of silent pondering, Setsuna carefully placed the teacup on top of her desk and opened one of its drawers. Pulling out a CD case, she carefully brushed her fingers on top of it and removed the marker-labeled CD inside her laptop. Closing her eyes, she relaxed once more. Moments later her ears became entertained with the melodious compositions the Sea Senshi and the Wind Soldier had played in their first formal joint concert.
Setsuna smiled as she remembered how nervous and afraid Haruka was of not being up to par for Michiru’s musical expertise. Yet the Soldier of the Seas couldn’t contain how exhilarated she was about being able to play alongside her loving partner.
Sailor Pluto could be many things, but being a music critic wasn’t one of them. As a matter of fact, she considered herself as someone musically crippled. Yet, she was able to to recognize that the pair played marvelously well together. Their melodious chemistry was evident in many of the activities they shared. The emotions infused within the pleasant tune soothed Setsuna’s soul, almost masking the absence of the other women.
Opening her eyes, she glanced at an object that had fallen on the floor. It was a photograph of a well-dressed man holding a toddler. The man stared lovingly at the aqua haired girl that was held protectively in his arms. The girl, submerged in deep slumber, smiled contently.
Bending to pick up the photo, Setsuna’s eyes filled with tenderness as her lips curved into a smile.
“Katsuki-san…"
XxX
18 years ago…
"Michiru-hime, Michiru-hime!" called out a desperate man. Stopping in his tracks, the fatigued man tried to regain his breath.
The sky was clear and only a few white cotton clouds adorned the blue sky. The surrounding cherry blossoms were in full bloom and birds sang harmoniously. The day couldn't be prettier for a party, like the one that was taking place not far from where he stood. It could have been a very glorious 6th of March, if the smaller member of the Kaiou family hadn’t disappeared.
They were together just a few minutes ago. Then, like an act of magic, the little girl vanished from sight. At first, he thought the toddler was playing games with him, like she used to. He searched amongst the trees, the bushes and ferns, without luck. He asked those around him. Some politely apologized about not knowing of the whereabouts of the missing girl, and others paid little attention to him and went about their own business.
The middle-aged man combed his graying hair with his fingers. Taking deep breaths, he tried his best not to panic. Quickening his steps, he searched for the little girl between the marbled archways and columns and various topiaries adorning the gorgeous landscape around the manor. But there was still no sign of his little mistress.
Everyone at the party was so immersed in their own trivial chatter, they hadn't noticed the child’s disappearance. In a way, that was a good thing for the butler Katsuki Yasashii.
"Katsuki-san! Did you find Lady Michiru?" inquired a brown haired young man, also dressed as a butler.
"Not yet Matthew. Make sure you remain by Lady Shioko’s side. If you find Lady Michiru, keep her by your side as well.”
The brunet bowed to the older man and paced in Shioko's direction.
Yasashii took a deep breath and closed his eyes. One hand held his elbow while the other one was near his face, index finger patting his chin.
Where in the world could my little lady be?
He had already been to the places where she usually went; the courtyard, the koi pond, the studio, the kitchen, her room… But nothing.
Think, think…
Little mistress loved taking strolls with him by the lake. His eyes darted open and he felt his heart skip a beat. Panic consumed him.
Oh, dear lord, the lake!
He gathered all the strength left in him and ran towards the nearby lake as fast as he could. Out of air and on the verge of a heart attack, he neared the lakeshore. He halted when he saw what appeared to be little Michiru beside a green haired woman, both kneeling by the edge of the body of water. He gasped and quickly approached them.
"Michiru-hime! Michiru-hime!" he cried.
The little girl turned. A bright smile painted her face. She lifted her little hands towards him.
“Suki!” she called to him. Katsuki grabbed her, hugged her tight, and kissed her several times.
“Thank goodness you are safe, my child. Don't you do this again, I beg you! " he said in a broken tone and with watery eyes.
The dark-haired woman gracefully stood and tenderly stared at them. Lifting his face, his pale eyes met the elegant olive-skinned woman who had a placid, yet wise, smile embellishing her features. Katsuki was caught by the surreal elegance and beauty of the bedazzling woman in front of him.
“Wook Suki! Wook!” The little girl pointed towards the lake.
Katsuki gasped in surprise. Fishes of all colors and sizes were gathering in the water before them. Michiru laughed and clapped her little hands, excited as the fishes twirled in midair and splashed the water.
“Isn't this fantastic?” the mysterious woman softly spoke.
Katsuki looked at the woman in disbelief.
Who is this woman? Where did she come from?
"H-have we met before, Miss…?" he politely interrupted.
Why was she here with my little Lady?
"I apologize for the discourtesy, Katsuki-san. I am Meiou Setsuna," Setsuna replied as she politely bowed to the man.
Michiru laughed and extended her arms towards Setsuna. Katsuki gave Michiru a troubled and disapproving look.
“Puu! Puu!”
“Now, now little mermaid. This poor man has had his share of fright today,” Setsuna joked lightly.
The butler had never met this woman before, yet the way she interacted with Michiru, the way peace and some unlikely feeling of safety radiated from her, were flabbergasting. After some seconds, and for reasons he could not comprehend, he handed over the elated child to Setsuna.
Michiru was beaming with joy. Setsuna poked Michiru's nose, making the little girl laugh. He couldn't recall the last time he had seen his little princess so happy.
“Those ostentatious, boring people were driving you mad, weren't they?” Setsuna spoke in a funny tone to the giggling infant.
“A-are you an angel?” Katsuki asked bluntly.
Setsuna blinked then giggled. “No. Of course not, Katsuki-san.”
The butler blushed, embarrassed by his dumb question. "My apologies my lady. T-Thank you for finding lady Michiru, Setsuna-san. She was with us in the party and then suddenly disappeared."
“Apparently she's not too fond of such decorum or snobbish individuals. Or, well, any celebrations,” Setsuna added and giggled as she remembered the Silver Millennium's Sea Princess’ detachment from similar events. Instead of attending the parties, she often found Neptune seeking refuge near some body of water.
Michiru's third birthday party was more like a high society congregation; not only was it deficient of the fun elements proper to any child's party, but it mainly lacked... children. The few attending children weren't allowed to run, play, and not even mingle since it was considered vulgar by the adults’ ill-mannered standards of aristocracy.
Katsuki heaved a sigh. In a way, he was glad he had gotten away from that environment. What truly mattered was that he had found Michiru and that she was alright.
His gaze drifted towards the lake. The spring's gentle breeze caressed his face. It was welcoming and comforting. He closed his eyes. As weird as it might have been, deep within his heart, he knew this female meant no harm. Setsuna and Michiru looked like mother and child. Sadly, he hadn't been able to witness this connection between his Mistress Yuri and her youngest heir. His mind was bursting with intrigue; so many questions arose, yet for some reason he found himself unable to speak any.
Who is this woman and how come little Michiru is so comfortable with her?
A heartfelt lullaby took him out of his reverie. Setsuna tenderly hummed while gently rocking the heavy-eyed and almost slumbering Michiru. Setsuna looked at the small child with teary garnet eyes.
That look.
Suddenly, the butler felt heartache, melancholy, and an overwhelming sense of anguish. The long-haired woman tightly snuggled the little child while trying to suppress sobs. Katsuki felt despair at the heartbreaking scene.
The look of longing. Of loving something so badly that once you get a hold of it you don't want to let go because it hurts otherwise.
Heaving a sigh, Setsuna kissed Michiru's forehead and cautiously handed Katsuki the sleeping child. She looked at Michiru lovingly.
"Water… is her element. And it's always bound to attract her… if she's being a little wayward sometime in the future, please recall my words... and consider this," Setsuna advised while trying to recover her composure.
Katsuki nodded. He couldn't understand why the woman cried or why he was suddenly overtaken with nostalgia.
"Y-you are more than welcome to join us, Meiou-san. We would be more than delighted with your presence.”
Setsuna bowed politely. "I am grateful for the invitation Katsuki-san, but I have to decline. I have a very tight schedule and it's time for my departure.”
“B-but... It's very rare to find my little mistress so comfortable around people. She will be more than happy to have you at her party.”
Setsuna shook her head while still smiling at the man. “Please, continue keeping a watchful eye on her. She is very important to me and will be to this world.”
To you? To the… world?
“Enjoy your time with her to the fullest. Cherish every second of her growth. And when the time comes, please help her carry the burden that will be imposed upon her. And lastly, please… don't blame her for her actions.”
The time for what? What is this woman talking about?
Katsuki couldn't be more confused, yet he gave Setsuna a solemn look. “I don't have the slightest idea of what you are talking about, Meiou-san. I am a man that soon will turn fifty, and in this life of mine I have been through my fair share of things. I am not illustrious or brilliant like my Masters and Mistresses, yet I am able to say you are a woman of surreal nature. You appeared out of nowhere to help my little Lady. Yet it seems like you have known one another for an eternity. If that’s not a relationship of supernatural origin, then I don’t know what else it could be. But, if you believe I am worthy of keeping her safe, I will do my best to stand by that promise.”
This Lady is Lady Michiru's Guardian Angel. She must be. There is no other explanation.
“My masters shouldn’t mind your presence at the party. Please don’t take leave. Aren't angels supposed to keep watch of their protected?”
“Precisely. And again I tell you, I am not one. That's the mission of angels, Katsuki-san. That's why I can leave... because I know she will be well taken care of by one.” Setsuna smiled warmly at the blushing man.
Katsuki looked at the sleeping child. Michiru mumbled in her sleep while sucking her thumb.
"My mission, though it involves protecting, is slightly different than that of an angel. It prevents me from being too close to people. Hence, I will be keeping an eye on little Michiru from afar," spoke Setsuna in a soft, sad voice.
"Keeping a watchful eye over those you care for, even if it is from afar, is a type of love as well, Lady Angel," Katsuki replied kindly.
Setsuna blushed a little and a heartfelt smile embellished her face.
I will do my best to keep her safe… though I am greatly confounded by your words, Lady Angel.
Suddenly, they were engulfed by thousands of swirling cherry blossom petals. He looked at the sky, at how amazing they looked. When he stared ahead, a cold chill ran through his spine. The woman that had just been in front of him seconds ago was no more. He turned around and saw no one else around. There was only himself and Michiru.
The waltz of the thousand petals had concluded.
The butler held the toddler tighter while trying to regain his poise and overcome the amassed mixture of baffling sensations the surreal event had left behind.
What in the world just happened?
XxX
The exquisite architectural treat for their guests was no more than an eyesore for the young woman. Antique lamps poorly lit the shrubbery and stone pathways amongst them. It was still raining, but the front terrace's ceiling offered them refuge. Michiru looked with uncertain eyes at the great wooden doors before her.
The deranged mixture of dreadful feelings she had felt standing right before Galaxia were akin to the ones she was experiencing as she stood before the tall, intimidating structure. Michiru shuddered. A tight, yet gentle handgrip snapped her out of her thoughts. Scared blue eyes met concerned teal ones.
"Are you alright, Sea Goddess?" asked a worried Haruka.
"Y-Yes. I’m sorry, I just— I am a little overwhelmed. That's all."
"You don't have to be here if you don't want to. We can leave."
Haruka cupped her hand on Michiru's cheeks and the smaller woman instinctively grabbed and kissed it. She was lucky she had her guardian angel by her side. This place looked the same, but the conditions were different now. Now she had Haruka.
"This is where I have to be now. T-This is something I have to do," replied Michiru with teary eyes.
You weren't the only one running away, Haru-chan…
"I’m here for you," the blonde said with worried eyes.
"I know." Michiru smiled wholeheartedly.
The youngest Kaiou walked towards the couple.
Aizen looked at his sister with saddened eyes. Michiru's blue eyes looked appalled at the sight of the place. Of course, he knew Michiru would experience a storm of emotions as soon as she placed foot in their heirloom grounds. The teenager bit his lower lip and grasped his stomach. He couldn’t blame Michiru; too many negative memories and sensations lingered in their childhood home.
These past few years, he had been involved in many concerts and events that had him traveling all around the world: the United States, Hawaii, France, Chile, Egypt… many delightful places with breathtaking sights and wonderful people. Those were places bearing no eerie memories, offering him a release from the nightmares here.
Yet, after struggling over returning to the place that had harbored the pain inflicted by his father, he knew he had to return for his sick mother. Still, Aizen couldn't recall how many times he had hesitated to step in, as he stood by the heavy, eleven-foot-tall iron-studded gates that offered entrance to the Kaiou Manor. In reality, his hesitance was merely a few seconds, but it felt like forever.
Biting his lower lip, he looked at his sister who was being comforted by her lover. The mysterious Tenou Haruka. The world famous F1 racer, a natural pianist, and a doting partner. He heard a great deal of things about the blonde prodigy, yet the most enthusiastic ones came from Michiru's lips. When they spoke over the phone, he could imagine his sister's grin lighting the room whenever she spoke of her girlfriend. After seeing the pair in the airport, he could easily tell that there was something special between them indeed.
Tenou Haruka: The woman for whom Michiru left us behind.
Aizen shrugged his shoulders and shook his head lightly. He struggled for years to shake away that thought, but it was hard. He recalled the day that Michiru left them. Even though it was a few years after Shioko left, Michiru’s disappearance shocked him and his mother far more than Shioko’s desertion. Mother and son had received another mortal blow while seeking solace from the older sibling's departure.
Aizen had many reasons to hate Michiru for abandoning him; for leaving him and his mother at the mercy of their deranged father… yet, he really couldn't. The truth was, even after she left them, he couldn’t find the strength to despise her. He adored Michiru too much, and was truly happy to see her again. Also, he was also genuinely happy that his sister had found a loving and supportive partner, whether or not the blonde was the reason for Michiru’s departure.
Sighing, Aizen made a mental note to remind himself to ask his sister about her sudden departure that day.
"Lady Michiru, I believe you would feel a little more comfortable if we entered the residence through your usual entrance," suggested Katsuki as he approached the couple.
The wise butler’s words made Michiru's heart jump with happiness. Michiru’s mind went wild.
Katsuki-san means the back door, of course… the one that leads to the kitchen. The kitchen that was always filled with kind and caring butlers and maids. No matter how busy they were, they always managed to find time for me… people that were always happy to see their little master and mistresses and always made us feel welcome.
"Yes please," Michiru replied without hesitation.
Katsuki smiled warmly at her and bowed. “As you wish, my lady.” Picking the couple’s luggage, the old butler began leading the way.
"Katsuki-san, I can take care of the luggage," Haruka said as she tried to grab one of the suitcases from the butler.
With a swift pirouette, the agile butler took hold of the luggage, preventing Haruka from taking it first. The blonde recoiled in shock.
The butler gave the blonde an unyielding look. "Tenou-sama, It is my duty and honor to carry your luggage. Now, if you would please follow me," he instructed in a firm tone.
Michiru and Aizen giggled at the dumbstruck Haruka.
"How did he do that?" the panicked blonde half-screamed and half-whispered.
"Do what?" asked Michiru while giggling.
"That's just the ordinary Katsuki-san for you," replied Aizen with a smile.
"There's nothing ordinary about the way he moves… for someone his age," Haruka whispered in Michiru’s ear.
"Don’t be disrespectful, love."
"He’s unbelievable! Like James Bond, but older."
Katsuki glared back. "I used to serve the British Army for many years Tenou-sama… and please… don't let my appearance and age fool you," replied Katsuki while keeping a steady pace.
Haruka recoiled and sweat-dropped. The trio couldn’t believe he heard them, given how far ahead of them he was.
"Used to…!? Hell no, that guy is still involved in some secret service or-" Haruka whispered hysterically, but was suddenly interrupted by Michiru's index finger placed on top of her lips.
"Enough, Haru-chan. You will have your opportunity to discuss such matters with him later," Michiru’s voice was laced with wit.
"Matters?" asked the blonde, trying to act as cool as possible.
"Yes. And in private. Katsuki-san has been looking forward to talking with you for a long time," added Aizen with a mocking tone similar to his sister's.
"…In private? Talk…?" Haruka stuttered and gulped slowly as she combed her hair with her fingers.
The siblings looked at one another and giggled at her reaction.
Haruka caressed her nape, teal eyes narrowing at the siblings.
There’s no denying these two are blood related; they are branches from the same tree. They share the same cynical sense of humor.
Katsuki placed the luggage on the floor next to him and opened the kitchen door. As soon as the door opened, various delicious aromas filled the air. Inside, four cheerful maids waited for their guests. The blonde swallowed hard. Even though she had some fries a little while ago, she was still hungry. Her stomach hollered at the mouth watering food awaiting them inside.
"Please make yourselves comfortable while I put these away." Mentioned Katsuki before disappearing.
The rustic, yet elegant kitchen was filled with all sort of cutlery and cooking essentials. It was a breathtaking sight.
Haruka was suddenly surrounded by middle-aged maids.
"Oh my, you are such a cutie! Television doesn't do you justice."
"Yes, don't you agree Momo? Haruka-san is far better looking in person."
"Oh my God, You are too handsome."
"Your teal eyes and your gorgeous sandy blonde hair are so dreamy!"
Haruka sweat-dropped and blushed. She couldn’t help but be reminded of the Inner Senshi. Michiru and Aizen giggled.
"Now, now ladies. I know you are excited for Tenou-sama's presence, but… Onee-sama and Tenou-sama have come a long way, and they are hungry and tired," explained Aizen.
"Oh! Hungry!? We have all sorts of food!" Greta’s eyes lit up and she quickly took Haruka by the arm and sat her a the round table.
"Would you like a cheese soufflé? Or maybe a leek and stilton soup?" inquired Hilda.
"Maybe something lighter, a sandwich perhaps?" asked the shy Rita.
"How about some tea and muffins my dear?" offered Momoko as she held Michiru’s arm, leading her to the table where Haruka was already sitting.
All the maids offered different meals at the same time, their excited voices overlapped one another. Before realizing what was happening, Haruka and Michiru had all sorts of food served in front of them. The Kaiou siblings and the blonde sweat-dropped.
“The tea with muffins will suffice, thank you ladies,” clarified Michiru.
Haruka, Michiru and Aizen were soon served their tea and muffins. As they enjoyed their snacks and drinks, they listened to a thousand tales told be the enthusiastic housemaids.
Ara… it’s great to know they haven’t changed…it doesn’t feel like I left...
Michiru's eyes warmed at the sight of the always obliging, cheerful, and overexcited maids of the Kaiou Manor, along with her beloved little brother and her loving soul mate. The kind of people that could easily make her feel happy, accepted and loved... that made her feel like home. All she needed was her adopted daughter, best friend, and the Inner Senshi to fulfill her perfect world.
When Katsuki returned, it took him a couple of minutes to calm down the chattery maids and discourage them from keeping the tired couple up for what it seemed to be the rest of the night.
XxX
After saying their good nights, the Head Butler escorted the couple to their room.
Haruka was fascinated at the elegance and neatness of the hallways and places they passed. "This Manor is mesmerizing," exclaimed the blonde, unable to hide her awe.
“Yes,” replied a downcast Michiru.
They soon reached a door, and the butler opened it for Haruka and Michiru. Taking a few steps into the room, the aquamarine-haired woman stood in melancholic disbelief as she inspected her old chambers. The place was beautifully adorned with different neoclassical accents that involved wooden and metallic décor. Wallflowers featuring different hues of blue and aquamarine adorned the walls. Hanging from them were many paintings depicting the sea and its elements, embellished the room. Haruka's eyes softened as she inspected the room that used to belong to her lover.
"I hope you feel comfortable in your old room, my lady. Our staff has outdone themselves tidying it up," explained Katsuki while standing at the door frame.
"Your luggage has been placed inside the closet. And I took the liberty of preparing the bathtub for you. Both your room and bathroom has been stocked with toiletries and amenities we thought would appeal to you both. Please have a pleasant stay and a good night's sleep and regardless of the hour, don't hesitate to request anything you might have a need for," informed Katsuki before bowing and leaving the room.
Haruka walked to the Laurel poster bed and sat on its edge. She could depict some critters and designs carved into the different wooden areas of the bed pillars. The mattress was soft and so were the blankets. Beautiful lilac drapes gracefully cascaded down the posts and onto the floor. The bed was filled with fluffy pillows of all sizes. The bed looked very much like the one Michiru had chosen for them when they bought their house by the sea… well, except for the fact that this bed had big, cute sea lion and dolphin plushies. The sea senshi walked towards the bed and grabbed the sea lion’s plush. Sitting next to Haruka, she nuzzled her face against the stuffed animal.
"My room is just as I remember it," Michiru spoke in soft words after a few minutes of silence. Her eyes became watery. "My little refuge."
Haruka winced. She didn’t like seeing her girlfriend so sad, and hated being unable to put a smile on Michiru’s lips. The blonde knew Michiru’s despondent state wasn’t only because of her mother’s death, but also had to do with dreadful memories that lingered in the Manor. Tonight at least, she didn't believe it appropriate to dig any further in wounds that had recently been reopened. Unless Michiru voluntarily shared her feelings with the blonde, Haruka would respect whatever the Sea Senshi decided.
Haruka reached for Michiru’s hand and squeezed it lightly. Michiru elevated her gaze and looked into the worried and caring teal eyes of her Wind Soldier.
Michiru smiled gently and placed her hand on Haruka's cheek. The blonde leaned on the affectionate touch.
That tender look of yours always melts its way into the depths of my soul, Ruka… I know that many questions linger behind those celestial eyes of yours... and is not fair of me to keep them unanswered.
Michiru reflected that Haruka would eventually learn of the things that happened in the manor and her childhood. Maybe, if the information came from Michiru herself, she could soften its gravity, thereby reducing the inevitable storm that was expected to happen. The mighty Senshi of the Wind and Sky would be enraged, after all.
Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Michiru decided to speak. "My childhood wasn't easy, Haruka. Owning the portentous Kaiou name demands a lot from an individual. Perhaps too much. For any child, this could easily be a mortal heirloom.”
Unable to face Haruka, Michiru brought her knees to her chest and went back to hugging the stuffed animal. “My firm and stern parents deprived me, my sister, and brother, from normal things common to a child. Like laughing or playing…having friends… you know, things that are meant to help a child grow properly and become a decent adult. My childhood was crippled because of what the ludicrous society engulfing my family thought was proper or best for us. Katsuki-san and Momoko-san made many of those gloomy days a little bit brighter… But still, I lacked the affection of my mother and father. Even though I was surrounded by many people a lot of the time, truthfully I felt alone and empty... in disquietude. I had built an impenetrable wall around my heart, trying to shelter it’s fragility and helplessness while I pretended that everything was alright. I held up miserable facade most of my life...” added the disheartened Michiru.
Haruka looked at Michiru with teary teal eyes. A knot in her throat made speaking difficult. A combination of rage and angst complemented her powerlessness. She bent forward and embraced Michiru tightly. Unable to contain the sorrowful tears from falling anymore, Michiru sobbed in Haruka’s arms.
After a few minutes, Haruka found the strength to speak and continued comforting her girlfriend, "You are not fragile, Michiru. You’re the strongest woman I know. It’s not fair that you had to endure that terrible childhood and it makes me furious that you had to go through all those terrible things. But it’s because of that, that I know you’re strong. And if you ever think that you lack strength, be reminded of the tough and hot-headed girlfriend that will always remain by your side. And if that's not enough, of a loving daughter that happens to also be a Soldier of Death and Rebirth, and a Timekeeper for a best friend that will always be there in case someone dares to fuss around with you. And if that's still not enough, let me remind you of the bunch of hormone-crazy teens the Princess is surrounded with. Neither one of us would ever hesitate on being here for you. You’re not alone anymore, my mermaid."
Giving Haruka a shy smile, Michiru nodded silently. She did indeed felt much better after crying and opening up a little about her past. On the other hand, crying had worn her down. Not surprised, she noticed her lover was having a hard time fighting off her weariness like she was. Resting her head against Haruka’s shoulder, the aqua-haired woman tightly snuggled the sea lion after rubbing her puffy eyes.
After yawning and drying her wet eyes, Haruka appreciated how cute her girlfriend looked hugging her stuffed animal.
"Does it have a name?"
"Hmm?"
Haruka pointed at the sea lion. Michiru blushed.
"Yes, he does.”
“He?” Haruka grinned tiredly.
Blushed, Michiru explained, “yes it’s a he.”
“Alright, so what’s his name?”
Michiru pouted and dug half of her face behind the stuffed animal.
Haruka snickered at Michiru’s cute gesture. “Come on, it can’t be that bad.”
“I don't want you laughing at me."
Haruka giggled. "I will do my best not to laugh.”
Michiru sighed. "Promise?"
"Scouts honor." Haruka winked.
"He's Mr. SeaCuddles."
Haruka took her hand to her mouth and held a snicker as she noticed Michiru’s leer. "Wow… that's a very… sophisticated name for a seal."
An embarrassed Michiru gave her an upset look. "It’s not a seal, It's a sea lion! And besides, you promised you wouldn't laugh!"
Michiru's embarrassed and upset face made it harder for Haruka to keep a straight face, and soon she burst out laughing. The sea senshi pouted and hit her lover with the plush, making the blonde fall on her back.
"Ah! The Senshi of the Sea has summoned one of her minions and its attacking me!" Haruka giggled while being attacked.
Michiru grabbed the dolphin plush as well and kept hitting Haruka. Then she abandoned the toys in favor of tickling her lover.
Kneeling on top of Haruka and knowing every ticklish spot on her body secured Michiru the upperhand. Soon, Michiru noticed that Haruka was becoming short of breath and stopped the merciless attack. The fatigued Michiru relaxed and sat on top of Haruka’s thighs. Between giggles, gasps of air and coughs, the blonde swept away her tears.
"Are you going to stop making fun of my stuffed animals? If not, you will suffer their full wrath. And let me tell you, compared to Mr. SeaCuddles, Bubbles Waterpuff is ruthless." Michiru gave her girlfriend a playful look.
Still trying to regain her composure, Haruka nodded quickly. Michiru smiled and laid besides her panting lover. She hugged Haruka and rested her face on the blonde's chest.
Thank you for cheering me up, my angel.
"Want to take a bath?" asked a sleepy Michiru.
After no response, Michiru looked up and smiled tenderly at her sleeping lover. She would had liked Haruka to take a bath and put on more comfortable clothes, but at least she was thankful the blonde’s clothes weren’t wet anymore. The violinist helped her girlfriend assume a more comfortable position in bed and covered her with the comforter. She knew that the blonde was more exhausted than she was, and Michiru didn't have the heart to wake up her lover, even though the idea of sharing a bath with her Soldier of the Skies sounded most appealing.
Sighing, Michiru swept away some ruffled blonde bangs and kissed Haruka softly on the lips. Reluctantly, Michiru parted from Haruka’s side and gathered clothes and some toiletries before walking into the bathroom.
XxX
Performing his final patrol of the night, Katsuki came across an piece of white paper that easily stood out against the immaculate burgundy carpet. Picking it up, he noticed it was a photo. Using a flashlight, he saw a group of happy people featured in the image. He could see his Mistress Michiru being hugged by her girlfriend Haruka. Then his blue eyes widened as he stared, flabbergasted at the woman standing next to them. His pale eyes were fixed on the olive skinned and verdant-haired woman hugging a pale, little black-haired girl. Shaking his head and rubbing his eyes, he pressed his eyes on the woman again.
Gasping, Katsuki wondered about the peculiar similarity the woman in the photo had with the one he had met that fateful day on his little mistress's third birthday. Resting his head on the cool wall, the old man pondered.
"Lady Angel? H-how could this be? Could my senility be deceiving me?"