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Belated Log!

When; Think back.. back! To the milkshake water curse
Rating; Probably PG-13 to be safe.
Characters; Michiru, Haruka
Summary; It's a date, but it's not. Time for serious talks along a very whimsical beach.
Log; Walking along the beach with Haruka had always been one of Michiru's favorite things to do. What's more, thanks to their duties as sailor senshi, it had often been a rare event, and thus all the more special. But today the magic wasn't there. The wind didn't carry gentle, playful breezes. Instead it felt especially dry and cold. And there were no soft whispers of the waves upon the shore, only the crinkling sound of sloshing ice particles from the milkshake sea the water had become.

Changed. Like I've changed as well. And Haruka....

But that wasn't really accurate. Haruka hadn't changed at all. That, in fact, was part of the problem. She hadn't realized how much Haruka had matured in her time, how much difference such a seemingly small time could make. A shiver came over her that had nothing to do with the cold. Could it be that if Haruka hadn't grown in her own time, she would have done this in her world as well? Was she really that kind of person?

She looked out at the strange milkshake swells, as if asking it to help give her a way to touch on the subjects she wanted. But of course, it didn't answer back. She wasn't the Soldier of Milkshakes after all.

"It's not as picturesque today, is it?"

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Odd day. Odd water. Odd feeling. No. It was more of a bad feeling that Haruka was getting. The wind was telling her. She knew this wasn't going to be something to look forward to but she wasn't going to deny her friend's offer.

Spotting the beauty by the beach, she weakly smiled at her and simply greeted with a "Hey..." as she approached her. What else can she say? Michiru was always breath taking no matter what scenery she was surrounded by. Quietly, she decided to stare off into the strange milky body of water until the silence had been broken. "Ha ha... It's definitely not something I'm used to seeing. Milkshake ocean, huh? It sounds like something Odango would like." she softly chortled to the thought of the girl drooling over it. Glancing towards Michiru, the blonde's smile faltered a little as she stared at her. Her assumptions were right. There was something different about Michiru. Perhaps it was the time difference she had spoken about. But even so, that face. She looked more troubled than anything.

Was it about Hotaru again? Haruka had been trying to fit in, in her own way; to get used to the idea. But couldn't she understand that it was just all too much to accept at once? Lightly she sighed and opened the subject. "And? What did you need to speak to me about, Michiru?"

I know you better than you know yourself. Because I watch you all the time....

It was still true, what she'd said that day. Even now, she winced inwardly, picking up on every bit of Haruka's hurt and troubled mind. And it hurt her as well. She almost gave up right then, almost threw herself into Haruka's arms. Almost sobbed out every bit of guilt and pain into that strong embrace as she sputtered out the truth and begged forgiveness in a display of emotions only this woman could pull from her.

Almost.

Shame, of all things, kept her silent. She could pretend it was concern for Utena's safety, or paint Haruka as a poor partner, but she knew the truth of the matter, and it only made things worse. And still....

"How are you and Hotaru getting along?"

Right on the dot. As soon as she heard the child's name, Haruka forced a smile and faced her. "A-aa... I think so... I haven't seen her in a while but..." Or speak to her much for that matter she silently thought afterward.

Michiru was still worried about that. But her, a father? That only made the blonde laugh inside. She was no father material but a mere child herself; trying to find who she really is and what she wants. Besides, Michiru claiming that the wind senshi was the father only meant...

Just how much does she care for her? Hmph. That was rhetorical, considering she threw her life away for her... Well almost. But love? Was it out of the act of love? Michiru was her safety net. She was and still is the only one who understands her well. Her touches so soft and gentle and the feel of the beauty in her arms made her forget about the world. Haruka truly had never deeply thought about it before. Their mission was her sole purpose of moving forward. Now what?

[[ooc: Stalker much? *SHOT* lolol =>W<=;; ♥ you~ ]]

She held her arms down, her hands clasped together in front of her skirt, and she gazed down at them as if they were the most interesting things on the planet.

"I know it must be hard for you." she spoke softly, gladly latching onto this topic instead of the one she knew she would have to face one day. "Back then, we hadn't really been able to focus on each other, had we?" A half smile brushed the violinist's face "Much less any ideas of a family."

There was no way to avoid it the way the words sounded. As if Michiru resented no having the Haruka of her time there. She wished she could add on that she still loved the Haruka with her now... but then, this Haruka might find that truth too frightening. She might run from the feeling, like she'd tried to run when they first met.

[ooc: I know right? xD I always figured it was because Michi knew the direct approach would be epic fail with free-spirit Haruka. Like.... going bird watching and hoping the birds will come visit instead of trying to catch one... or something xD ]

"Michiru..." Haruka softly mumbled and frowned. The senshi of the sea looked so fragile at that very moment. Her words resonated through her as she took the time to deeply think about it now. A family, huh? It sounded like something Michiru would want, the blonde chuckled. The perfect lady. Talented, beautiful, elegant, and strong willed. She was picture perfect. Who wouldn't want someone like her?

"You are an honest person. And you don't depend on anyone."

That was what she had once said to her. How was it that Michiru knew more about her than she would? Till this day, Haruka wasn't convinced. Even now, she felt as though she was running. She was aware of the warm gentle feelings inside of her when she thought of her partner. How she wanted to just touch and hold her. But no. She was running away from the conjured feelings that more or less scared her. Just how much...

She had to know. Raising her hand, she gently caressed the woman's cheek with the back of her fingers. She slowly cupped her cheek and softly spoke, almost in a whisper, as she narrowed her eyes. "Do you love me, Michiru?"

[[ooc: El gasp~! The L word!! *shot* LOLOL aaa true true~ =>W<=;;; You got a point there~]]

Did she love her?

And so it ended up being Michiru who stood a little stunned, surprised by the caress and the serious tone in her partner's voice. She closed her eyes and a million different ways to say the same thing flitted through her mind, none taking hold for long, like snowflakes on a breeze. Haruka's touch... the simple warmth of it... drove away all troubles.

She lifted a hand to touch Haruka's shoulder before gazing into those intense teal eyes "Of course..." Simple words spoken in rich, blossoming tones, denoting joy, contentment, completeness, desire... sadness. Guilt.

She attempted a teasing smile "You never wanted to say it very often."

A slight tint of pink painted the blonde's cheeks to those words and even more to the latter. What surprised her more was that she used to say it. Or more so, does say it which only meant one thing. That she, herself, loved the senshi of the sea as well.

It was an odd judgment to make considering she was basing everything off of what Michiru is telling her. But it reassured her that the feelings she's having aren't meant for nothing. That there is something genuine about it.

The blonde let out a small cough before answering her partner. "W-Well that's... You know..." She was far too embarrassed to make a come back to that remark. Softly smiling after making a recovery, Haruka placed a hand onto Michiru's on her shoulder. "I'm glad you do, Michiru."

Michiru smiled then, fondly, amused at her partner's nervousness. She moved to stroke a hand through Haruka's hair, something she hadn't done in what felt like ages... then stopped. And pulled back, as a hint of sadness came into her eyes once more.

What right had she, to tell Haruka that her future self had managed to open up so much, when she seemed so ready to take it for granted? She looked back out at the strange, unnatural sea. "Gomen ne, Haruka. Even if I come from a future time, I shouldn't try to tell you what you become or who you will get along with. There are too many possibilities after all..."

Watching Michiru pull away, Haruka took notice of her sad eyes once again and frowned herself. Something didn't seem right. The blonde just wasn't sure what to think until she heard her partner elaborate on what was bothering her.

Miming the senshi of the sea, Haruka stared out at the milky water and calmly replied with a slight shrug, making attempts to make the other feel better. "Ha ha ha. Why be now? It's nothing new." Waiting a slight pause and giving a light squeeze of her hand, she continued as she turned her head back towards her with a gentle smile. "Besides... Your future self isn't bad at all, Michiru... Placing my life in your hands doesn't sound half bad..."

Michiru glanced sidelong at the senshi of the sky and the sadness left her eyes a little bit. She squeezed Haruka's hand back and began to walk along the shore once more, just walking slowly.

"Still, I shouldn't be trying to insist you be 'Haruka-papa' so readily." She looked up as a flock of seagulls flew by, fruitlessly searching for fish in the sloshing waves. "Hotaru and you always got along though, so I know it would make her happy." She chuckled a bit at her memories "You and Setsuna-san used to argue about when to discipline her, and when her playtime was up."

Haruka's smile turned into a slight grin as the squeeze was returned and her beautiful partner started to pull her along the coast. She chuckled at the little story Michiru was telling. The little girl was someone her partner loved and embraced as if she was her own child. Though it was still trivial to think why Prof Tomoe's daughter was in their custody (though he did have a history of being mentally unstable), the child didn't seem half bad. It was just odd to think that the Senshi of destruction was considered their daughter.

And Setsuna. To think that Sailor Pluto was the one with the last talisman. Everything boggled Haruka's mind. From hearing what they used to do, she imagined her to be somewhat strict and stubborn, yet something told her, she must have also been well respected and dedicated to her work. The three... no, four outer senshis under one roof. It sounded like a story that would come out of a fairy tale. Something Haruka wouldn't have imagined happening in a million years. "Ha ha, she seems like quite the character."

Lightly sighing, she looked up at the sky as she quietly mumbled. "Ha ha... Haruka...papa, huh?" Abruptly stopping and pulling Michiru back towards her and slightly into her arms, her soft spoken words sincerely thanked and scolded her at the same time. "I'm pretty sure I've said it already but... I wanted to say thank you, for trying to save my life back then and to never push yourself like that again. This time I'm saying it for me and not to accomplish any mission... I want you to live as much as you want me to so..."

Michiru smiled a little more and nodded to Haruka's comment. "She is." Another soft chuckle "She lives with us, but actually dislikes most music, if you can believe it."

Tucking a bit of her hair behind her ear, she pretended to focus her eyes on the surf as she listened to Haruka still, gaze softening as she caught the barely audible mumble.

The move was so abrupt that Michiru really didn't have much time to do anything but go along with it. She stared at her partner as the blond spoke, then smiled, and this time actually let herself stroke Haruka's hair "You risked yourself for me as well, remember? Anyway... it didn't bother me at all to do it... because it was you I was pushing myself for..."

Which, of course, was precisely why she wasn't going to promise to never do the same again.

"Aa... Of course I do." Haruka softly replied almost in a whisper. A gentle breeze passing through the area, the blonde allowed herself to be caught in the moment as her eyes wandered over her partner's delicate face. Her blue orbs started to narrow as the hand stroking her hair came down towards her face.

Placing her hand over Michiru's, she slowly guided it towards her soft lips, turning her head simultaneously to meet it half way. Haruka sensually kissed the palm of her hand while keeping her eyes locked on the beauty in front of her. What more could she possibly ask for? She was finally a part of her world as she always wanted to be.

"Michiru..." A low husky voice calling to her, she couldn't help but want to steal a kiss at this very moment. She patiently waited to see whether the hint was enough to convey how she felt and what she wanted.

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