Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon. Okay, this is a new one for me. I've never done fem slash before and I hope I do right by it. I'm using the North American names since I am the most comfortable using them. For the start of this story, I'm doing a double update.

Chapter One- A Chance Meeting

It was going to be an interesting evening, of that the mermaid was sure. She floated beneath the surface of the water, watching the skies darken with the evening sky and grow darker still as storm clouds rolled in. Lightning flashed within and between the clouds while thunder rumbled moments after the flashes. The waves began to grow in size and number until the surface was a mass of wild waves.

She smiled at the scene as she lay upon a long flat rock to enjoy the show, her aqua-colored hair floated up behind her. "Oh Great Neptune, spirit of the sea, thank you for this wonderful storm," she said softly. The spirit of the sea, Neptune, was honored by merpeople, but this mermaid had been born with a special connection to Neptune and could actually call upon it if a storm was truly needed. Indeed, if a disaster struck her kingdom, she could ask for strong currents to clear away the debris, for example. However, that connection was not needed this night for this was a natural storm that Neptune had conjured up itself.

The mermaid started to feel drowsy from the comforting, yet scary sound of the storm and was about to fall asleep when a piercing scream from surface reached her ears, despite the roaring winds. A splash sounded nearby and the mermaid rose and spun in the direction of the sound to see the figure of a human sinking through the water, clearly unconscious. She hesitated as she watched the figure. It wasn't forbidden to have contact with humans, but it was very dangerous nonetheless. But, this human is unconscious and if I don't do something, he or she will die. Her decision made, she swam forward, grabbed the human, reached the surface, and proceeded to pull the human toward shore while the storm continued to rage.

The mermaid panted as she pulled the human onto land, just as dawn was breaking and the storm having already abated. Once she had accomplished this, she lied there, staring at the prone figure. This human was most unusual: She was a young woman yet she wore her hair in a short, pageboy or pixie style and she wore clothes that were more for a man yet they fit her figure perfectly. How could a woman get man clothes to fit her like this?

A soft moan drew her from her musings. The human was waking. She leaned over to look down at the human's face; eyes as blue as the sea fluttered open and focused on her. "Who…are you?" she asked weakly.

"My name's Michelle. I rescued you."

The woman smiled back and her eyes started to droop. "Thank you," she said softly. "I'm Princess… Amara." She sighed softly and lapsed back in unconsciousness.

Michelle put her fingers on Amara's wrist and felt a strong and steady pulse: She was alive, just passed out. She gazed again at the peaceful face and felt her heart beat faster. She's so beautiful. Is this love at first sight? If it is, then I'm in love. But, there's no way a human could be in love with a mermaid or merman. Michelle sighed sadly; she was in love but knew that it would be unrequited. She crawled back into the water and dived down once she was deep enough, before swimming for home.

"Michelle!" a voice called as she approached the royal palace, her home.

The aqua-haired mermaid turned to her older sister, Trista, swimming toward her with a look of irritation on her face. "Trista, what's up?"

"It's all these mermen that pursue me in hopes of marrying me. I have no interest in any of them. They have nothing that could hold my interest."

"And what would hold your interest?"

Trista closed her ruby-colored eyes and tapped her lips with a finger before saying, "I think they would have to have something special about them, like magic, for example."

"But only sea witches possess magic. You're setting a rather high standard."

Trista opened her eyes and shrugged. "So, I'm picky. I can't help how I am."

"Well, I hope someone will be special enough to win your heart."

"Speaking of special, what about you, little sister?"

"Wh-what do you mean?" Michelle stammered.

"Well, all this talk of someone special made me think that you found someone."

"I think I have, but it is too soon to say for certain. I mean, we just met."

"Okay. You will let me know when you're certain, right? Oh, drat. Here comes another merman. See you later, Michelle." Trista turned on her dark green tail and sped away, the merman following her calling, "Princess Trista, please wait!"

Michelle shook her head slightly before heading to her room to think about the unusual human princess she had just met: Princess Amara. A princess; that would explain the clothing she was wearing. Royalty could order custom items and it would be provided for them. She knew this personally; she had occasionally requested certain objects she liked and the servants or the kingdom's subjects would search for them and present them to the palace.

She turned her mind back to Amara. Her haircut and clothes suggested that she didn't act like a normal princess and that was okay with her. She didn't act like a normal princess, either; she liked things like pearls and wearing beautiful flowers and behaving in a ladylike fashion but she disliked the people bowing to her and addressing her with her title. She would rather be treated as a normal mermaid.

Which reminds me, I didn't introduce myself with my title. Oh, well. It's not like we're going to meet again and I don't really care for my title unlike my sister.

Well, this sets up some of the characters of this story.