Disclaimer: Sailormoon and all related concepts belong to Naoko Takeuchi and Co. This piece of fiction however, belongs to me, so ask before borrowing, okay? This story combines elements both from the anime and manga as well as my imagination. It also contains shoujo-ai elements so if you're anti-that, go grow up or read something else.

Bizarre Love Triangle

Prologue

Chapter One: The Perfect Couple

Chapter Two: Oceans Apart

Chapter Three: Torn

Chapter Four: Warrior of the Sky

Chapter Five: You Belong To Me

Chapter Six: Ash-karian Lea

Epilogue

Prologue

Haruka laid a trembling hand on her princess' stomach. Her touch was so hesitant and gentle that Usagi started to giggle.

"Haruka… I'm not made of glass!"

"But… but…" the sky senshi spluttered nervously. "You… I…"

Another giggle from her Princess. Haruka looked for all the world like an expectant father-to-be. Seeing that the sky senshi would never get around to actually doing it, she yanked the trembling hand and brought it firmly to her stomach.

The expression on the normally stoic senshi's face was priceless. There was a side to Haruka that she shielded from everybody; most were only able to see the charm, the flash or the coldness and determination. Not many got to see the warm, caring soul who loved with passion and tenderness. Usagi was one of them and she felt a renewed sense of affection and love towards the Uranian senshi.

"It... she… ki… Ki... kicked! Princess… I felt it," Haruka babbled.

Usagi hardly heard what she said. It was too much of a delight to see the naked joy and delight on Haruka's face. She placed a gentle hand on top of Haruka's and both of them felt the life that was living in her together. A large grin broke out on her friend's face and much to Usagi's surprise, she was suddenly enfolded into a warm hug.

"Usagi.… I've made mistakes, I've wronged you."

"Haruka-"

"Shh, Meatball-Head, I just want to tell you that I will protect the little princess with all my heart, as I protect you. To hell with protect the system from outside thing. I can do both. I won't watch you die…… Like before. I love you, Hime."

She was touched and she felt the familiar welling up of tears in her eyes. The tears fell in a flood when she felt a light kiss touch the top of her head. She had known that Haruka loved her but to hear her say it, that was a most priceless gift. The senshi of the heavens gently set her back on her pillow and gave her another grin.

"Thought you'd gotten over the crying on the spot thing," Haruka remarked.

"Oh! You… You spring something like that on me and you expect me not to cry! Wahhhh!" Usagi erupted into a fountain of tears.

"Haruka, what have you done?" A voice asked teasingly as someone opened the door.

Haruka gulped. She had not expected Michiru and Hotaru to come by so soon from the dentist. Great. They had caught her at yet another softie moment. She was getting softer year by year. Must keep reputation, she thought to herself.

"Nothing!" The sky senshi protested. "I was just being my usual debonair, charming self."

"And that made her cry?" Michiru asked, lifting an elegant eyebrow.

"Erm… Well," Haruka said slowly.

"Haruka-papa, why did you make her cry?" An innocent voice chimed in.

"Oh no, not you too, Hotaru-chan! Why are you two ganging up on me?"

"It wasn't… It wasn't her fault… Wahhhh! She was so nice and I… Wahhhh! Didn't know she could be so sentimental!"

Michiru and Hotaru exchanged a glance. "Our Haruka can be quite a softie, why she-"

"Shh!" The sky senshi hissed frantically, her hands making shushing gestures.

Hotaru smiled. Her Papa always snucked into her room at night to make sure she was sleeping safely and soundly. If she was awake, her Papa would tell her stories until she fell asleep. Or until she herself fell asleep. On more than one occasion, Michiru or Setsuna had walked in to find both of them sleeping sweetly together. Sometimes, Haruka would sneak a new soft toy into her arms while she was sleeping and the little girl would wake up to see a new friend. The other two mock-complained about the growing number of soft toys but were always touched to see how much Haruka loved their daughter. And of course, Michiru-mama herself could testify to how much a softie her mate was. She saw her Mama give Haruka a fond look.

The sky senshi saw that look, coughed and then grinned. She was caught. Getting up from the chair, she loving tousled her daughter's hair, caught the surprised Michiru into a heartfelt hug and a quick kiss.

"I'll just be out a little while so you can catch up with our Princess here."

Then she slipped out the door, like a gust of the wind.

The sea senshi smiled and turned to their princess, who had already stemmed the worst of her tears.

"Why did Haruka go?"

"The old silly just wanted to wipe away that tear in her eye but didn't want to do it in front of us," Michiru said fondly. The sky senshi must have been really touched to have been so physically demonstrative.

"Oh… Oh… Wahhh!"

Usagi was so touched that it was several minutes before she calmed down. A while later, the sky senshi slipped back in jauntily, showing no sign of her prior sentimental moment. The four spent a happy hour together, reminiscing and talking about seeing Chibi-Usa again. Finally, seeing Usagi looking tired, Michiru suggested that they should go home.

"Will you be alright, Princess? I know Mamoru doesn't come home till an hour later," Haruka asked worriedly.

"Don't be a fusspot, Minako and Ami are coming over in a short while!"

"Hey, who's a fusspot?" Haruka protested mildly.

In a chorus, the three of them shouted, "YOU ARE!"

Caught again, the sky senshi grinned. "Come on, let's go home."

"Escapist," Michiru murmured.

The blonde woman watched from the door as the happy family walked towards Haruka's car. She smiled as the two sneakily ganged up on a protesting Haruka again. Finally to shut the sea senshi up, Haruka leaned down and covered her lips with a kiss that left her dazed and Hotaru whooping. Then Haruka manhandled them both into the car and drove off laughing.

Had any of them looked back at the moment, they would have seen the smile on Usagi's face slip and a frown appear. At that very moment of the kiss, the setting sun had illuminated them both, setting Haruka's hair on fire and making her look like a blond Michelangelo angel. At that very moment, a slight stab of jealousy tainted the cloud of happiness from her pregnancy.

Haruka had kissed her like that once, in front of the setting sun. The blond angel had been hers.

Haruka?