A/N: Winter Break! Hooray! Well, I'm going to try and churn out a few decent chapters for all of my stories before school starts back up. We'll see how that goes. Annnnd, I tried really hard to make this chapter a little bit longer because of my nearly 3 month long absence. I am, once again, extremely sorry about that. Anyhow, here's chapter 3…
Disclaimer: I own the plot…nothing more, nothing less.
Haruka blinked as she woke up, the sunlight blinding her, forcing her from the sweet refuge of her dreams. She groaned, trying to sit up, a yelp of pain issuing from her lips, the space between her thighs exploding with pain. She slumped back against the pillows, the pain dying to a dull throb. She whimpered softly to feel dried blood on her thighs, the sheets under her crunchy with dried blood as well. She blinked again, her head beginning to pound as she moved about subtly, trying to regain her wits. She glanced over, the aqua haired queen cuddling a pillow, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling peacefully. Haruka shuddered suddenly, the events of last night all too painful, emotionally and physically at this point. She looked around the room, finding an open door that appeared to lead to a blue tiled bathroom. She went to stand up, not thinking much as she went to get up, the shackles holding her feet forcing her fall onto the cold marble floor. She cried out as she heard her nose break with a sickening crack, blood pooling around her. The blonde rolled over, the blood smearing in her hair as she groaned, crawling towards the bathroom.
"Where are you going, gorgeous?" the queen of Neptune looked over the edge of the bed, yawning. The blonde ignored her, army crawling awkwardly towards the door, trailing the blood from her nose. "Oh, Ruka, you broke your nose!" Michiru stood up, crouching in front of her, using her silky white nightgown to wipe her bleeding nose. The princess of Uranus pulled away instinctually. Her nose was bent at an odd angle, and still bleeding profusely.
"Leave me alone. Bath. Want a bath," she continued to crawl towards the room. Michiru stepped in front of her once more.
"Haruka, please…"
"OH! Now you're being nice!" she glared up at her with a look of utter hatred. "First you kill my parents, then you take me hostage, and then break….my face! Then you rape me, and now…you're being…NICE?!" To this, the queen giggled maniacally. "WHAT IS SO GOD DAMN FUNNY?!"
"I only want to love you and in return be loved, Haruka," she whispered, crouching once again in an attempt to wipe the blonde's blood away.
"Go…FUCK yourself!" Haruka crawled into the bathroom at last, her legs still feeling like jelly as she ran a bath that was nearly boiling. Michiru sighed, tossing in some scented oil. "Did I say I wanted smelly oil!? Did I say I wanted to fucking smell good?! GO AWAY!" the blonde screamed; her eyes were wild and angry. The Neptunian queen took a step forward, undoing the shackles that held Haruka's legs together and then turned, giving the princess her privacy. The blonde watched her go and then stood shakily, lowering herself into the near boiling water, moaning softly as is almost instantaneously relaxed her sore muscles, the smell of lavender wafting up to relax her even further. She sighed, and grudgingly added more of the lavender scented oil, not wanting to admit that she was thankful Michiru had thought of it before her.
The smaller woman opened her closet door, going to the bed to put away the toys she had used on the taller woman the night before, cleaning them off with a wet washrag before setting them in their box that rested in the bottom of her closet. She sighed, not wanting to do this to the princess, but at the same time…She shook the thought away. Haruka would be hers, that much was certain. If she couldn't have the blonde as her own, then no one could. She pulled out a long sapphire blue dress, much like the one she wore when she overthrew Uranus, though not nearly as formal in appearance. The queen slid off the white silk nightgown and dressed in the simple elegant dress, choosing a pair of matching high heels. She bit her lip looking through the numerous tunics and breeches she had had stolen from the princesses closet when they ransacked Uranus. She finally settled on a simple white tunic and navy breeches, setting them as well as a fresh pair of underwear and a cloth for the blonde to bind her breasts with. She smiled, hearing a splash from inside the bathroom, and almost as quickly frowning when she heard a knock at the door. The queen walked gracefully over to the door and opened it, revealing an attractive, tall, black haired man wearing a suit of navy blue armor with a teal Neptunian symbol on his chest. She smirked at him, he being a Uranian general who had betrayed his planet at the will of Michiru and her plot.
"Reisho?" her smirk turned into a wicked grin, and he bowed low, his hand on his swords hilt. She nodded to him and he stood back to his full height.
"How is…Princess Haruka?" he questioned gently, Haruka having been one of his best friends as the two of them proceeded through the rigorous knight training set by the ancient order of the Uranian military. Michiru's smile slipped from her face.
"She's alive, but only just," she smirked at his shocked expression before continuing. "Reisho, you best have a better reason for coming to my bedchamber in such a manner then just asking how your old friend is. When you became my general, you knew my plan, and you agreed to not question my motives, correct?"
"Yes, but…" Michiru silenced him with a rough kiss, her voice low and seductive as she spoke.
"Reisho, why did you come here?" She looked up at him, her sapphire eyes alight with lust. He swallowed nervously, captured by her siren-like voice, ensnared by her gorgeous eyes.
"Queen Makoto of Jupiter is here. To discuss your demand of ultimate surrender, my queen," he stated almost dumbly, staring at Michiru as if she held all of the answers in the world. Michiru looked away, the spell she held on him instantly broken. She began to walk away.
"Guard the door Reisho, and don't let her out! I'll kill you if I even catch wind you've went to check on that sorry excuse of a woman!" She turned the corned, her dress sweeping the ground as she walked confidently.
"Yes, my queen…" he sat at the small chair provided, sighing as he thought of his princess, his planet, and his betrayal.
Michiru walked into the throne room, shutting the door behind her. She smiled curtly at the queen of Jupiter, who was flanked by two knights in dark green armor. Makoto stood, dressed in a long green dress with a pink bow around her waist, looking down at Michiru warily, both women sitting at the same instant. Two knights in teal armor came to stand behind Michiru, both taller and more rough looking than the knights in green. The queen of Neptune folded her hands in front of her politely, looking at Makoto through her lashes.
"I'm so glad you came, my queen," her voice became sickly sweet, again seductive, full of mystery and sensual lust. The Queen of Jupiter glared at her.
"You demand the surrender of Jupiter?! Under what justification?" the taller woman demanded, instantly jumping to the point, avoiding small talk. Michiru chuckled at her brash behavior, her eyes sparkling with malice. The brunette bristled.
"I demand the surrender of Jupiter just like I demanded the surrender of Uranus. Ignore my offer, and die, just like they did," she smiled again, smugly, her eyes making it known that her threat was a promise, and that she would hold nothing back if she were to act on it. The other queen looked at her, and sighed.
"So, the rumors are true, are they? You besieged Uranus, killing the royal family, wiping out their military, and ravaging their people?" her voice was soft with disbelief, her eyes wide. "I…I thought they were just rumors!" Michiru laughed loudly, throwing her head back, bringing her hand forward to slam a fist on the table, her smile gone replaced by a scowl.
"A hundred percent true, my queen. I am glad that news of my exploits has reached the inner planets at last. Tell me, is Serenity shaking in her heels yet?" her voice was like liquid ice, her eyes darkening from cool sapphires to a navy blue at the mention of the moon queen. The brunette found herself scowling.
"Serenity will not give in to you, or your silly plot to take over the solar system. You can't beat her as you are, a murderous queen though you are…You can't beat her without the senshi power, and I don't think you will ever receive that power," her eyes were nearly slits. Michiru grinned, sitting back in her chair, her arms crossed. She held her hand up, a flash of aqua light surrounding her hand as her henshin pen appeared. She laid it on the table in front of Makoto.
"As you can see, Queen Makoto, I already have obtained the senshi power the legends tell us about. Now, tell me, will you surrender your planet and your army to me so that I may take on Serenity? Or, will you choose to fight to the bitter end like the king and queen of Uranus did? Your choice, of course," she waved a hand over the henshin pen, it disappearing. The brunette stared at her in disbelief, her trump card over ridden.
"What…what are your terms of surrender?" she held her head in her hands as she asked, her voice flat and void of any real emotion. Michiru's smirk widened as she inched a paper forward.
"I don't want a lot. I just want complete control of the Jupiter army, as well as controlling the trade going to and from Jupiter. You will keep your position of power, and will be a duchess, so to speak, answering only to me," she smiled, handing her a quill made of a quail feather. The brunette's eyes flicked to the feather, and she raised them back to meet Michiru's.
"No."
"Excuse me? Did you…just refuse me?" her usual calm voice came out a tad high pitched. She was irritated at being refused, and she stood up, the knights standing behind the queen of Jupiter stepping forward, drawing their swords. The two knights clad in teal drew their own swords, stepping in front of Michiru. The brunette's eyes were wide as the queen of Neptune spoke again. "You refused my offer, and thus have accepted death. Prepare for war, my queen. I hope, with all of my heart, that you decide to surrender," she smirked once again, and turned on her heel, striding from the room quickly, the two knights following after her swiftly. The brunette queen sat back down and buried her face in her hands.
"What have I done?"