Authors Notes: Well I've decided to revise this story and continue writing. I'm sorry for all you readers who wanted to see where this story was going to go, yet never had the chance to, due to my lack of updating. But then again, we all get caught up in our lives at some point and we fail to see what's important to us. Thank you for all your time and patience.

Haruka sighed, trying to subtly look at her partner in combat. And after a while, shaking her head to clear her mind of the beautiful woman in her line of vision that constantly haunted her, but managing to always fail miserably in her attempts.

The two had known each other since Michiru had come to find the newly awakened Sailor Uranus, who at first was cold and callous, seemingly uncaring of the Sea Senshi's trials. She had fought tooth and nail, although it wasn't uncommon for the stubborn and aloof blonde, but the longer she denied her calling and the woman who inevitably brought it to her. The more and more enthralled she became by Neptune's iron resolve and, indescribable beauty.

Then came that fateful day at the garage, that day, she knew her duty could be denied no longer.

For once in her life, she was completely and utterly helpless.

But instead of helping her meet her fate, the aqua-haired girl endeavoured to shield her from it. Even if it meant an insufferable pain and an even greater hardship lay in her future.

That day, Haruka finally realised, Michiru wasn't there to drive her to her doom. Wasn't there to shackle her with the burden of the responsibility of her duty or to relieve herself of the struggle to fight. But because she needed a partner to see her through all of the pain and that responsibility, someone else who understood what she was going through and to share that burden with. Someone who she could call friend in this time of strife.

That day, she finally accepted the mantle of the Senshi of the Skies; Sailor Uranus.

From that rough start it transformed to battling the forces of evil to playing duets in concerts; they became the best of friends. Being each others only confidant as they struggled to fight the war that had been raging for over the span of a millennia.

Against those who attempt to destroy their solar system.

Now, as the blonde tried to again get her mind of the other aqua-haired woman, what she felt for the girl was something that she knew she couldn't divulge. Thereby ruining the friendship they had built up over that short span, one that the tomboy would never want to give up.

"Daijobu desu ka? (Are you ok?)" Michiru asks in moderate concern, noting the taller woman's wistful sigh and unusual silence.

Staring for a moment in surprise, only just realising that she had been spoken to, she vainly tried to push down the beginnings of a blush. Replying after a moment with a stuttered, "I-I'm alright."

'Apart from the fact that I can't get you out of my mind.' She adds silently, turning to look outside the window and putting a hand under her chin.

Michiru frowns at the response, wondering about the other woman's slightly strange behaviour of late.

'She's been acting very strange lately; I wonder what's on her mind.' Michiru looks on worriedly, sighing herself, as she worries over her blonde friend, "I really wish I knew what it was, I hate seeing her like this, so melancholy and withdrawn. She acts like her usual charming self when there are others around. I mean she even tried to hide it from me, but I know her too well for that.'

As Haruka feels deep blue eyes resting upon her, she starts to fidget, "She knows that there's something that I'm not telling her, she knows me too well for me to hide it."

Bring Bring

She is relieved when the phone starts to ring, as in means that Michiru is occupied and she can collect her thoughts.

'I know can't hide my feelings from her forever, she's going to find out eventually and I should tell her…' She sighs yet again, 'No. I do not desire to ruin our friendship. I would rather just be her friend than, than not at all.'

The younger woman's melodic voice cuts through her thoughts and her countenance softens, 'Why does she have to be so perfect?'

"She's too good for me." She states out loud not realising that Michiru had finished her call and that she was close enough to hear what she said.

"Who's too good for you?" Michiru asks, looking at her friend curiously.

Haruka froze, 'She heard that?'

Thinking quickly, all she could come up with was an eloquent, "I don't know"

All the while mentally slapping herself.

'So that's why she's been acting so strangely.' Michiru thought with a strange pang of jealousy, but merely shaking it off as annoyance at her distressed friend's object of affection. 'It's been over a girl!'

"So you like someone, but you don't know who?" She teased, secretly wanting to know who had made the fearless Senshi of the Wind so much like her name sake; Ten'ou Haruka, Distant Sky King.

"It doesn't matter who it is, she doesn't like me in that way." Muttered Haruka, then she sighed exasperatedly, knowing that Michiru must have heard and will be curious to know who she was referring to.

"Why, for once the Ten'ou charm isn't working?" Was the reply, still teasing the blonde and upon seeing the blush that stole over her features, she smiled in amusement. 'Who wouldn't want her? She's especially cute when she blushes…'

"Haruka, it isn't like you to give up like this. You're just not trying hard enough." The Senshi of the Sea said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"It's…complicated." Was the hesitant answer. 'Especially, since we're Senshi and because you like men, not women. Sometimes I really wish I was a man…"

"What do you mean it's complicated?"

'She's not going to let it drop, is she? Kami-sama, what have I gotten myself into?' Haruka sighs in frustration, which Michiru notices and frowns. She then moves towards the obviously frustrated woman and lays a hand upon her shoulder, the racer jumps slightly before relaxing under the contact.

"Haruka." She starts off gently, "You know you can tell me anything."

Looking up into concerned and sincere ocean-blue eye's, Haruka feels a heaviness descend upon her heart, part of her wanting to tell the beautiful woman beside her the truth, but knowing that telling her could backfire and as a result she could lose her partner and best friend. 'I wish I could tell you Michiru, I really do. I…I just can't.'

'I couldn't bear to lose you…' She took one last look into those deep and sincere eyes, before she turned away, not wanting to reveal the sadness that she felt. Instead placing her hand atop the others and replying with an,

"I know Michi…" Before squeezing gently and letting go, not knowing what affect the small action caused in the shorter woman.

As Haruka put her hand upon hers, Michiru's heart sped up a little and when she said Michi, her heart did a flip. 'Did she just say what I thought…?'

When Haruka realised what she said, her eyes widened in surprise. 'Kami-sama, I didn't just…did I?'

"Michi is it now?" Michiru said teasingly again, trying to ignore her fast beating heart and adding, "Can I call you Ruka then?"

She watched in delight, as yet another blush graced the blonde Senshi of the Winds face.

'What have I gotten myself into… ?' She thought with a mental groan.