She stepped in to the chamber, Setsuna was close behind. She heard the door close and didn't turn around. Her blue eyes stared at the scene before her. There was a dank air surrounding the room. Or was it the strong smell of flesh blood? Michiru didn't know. She covered her mouth and nose with her hand and tried to ignore what she had just witness a couple of hours back. She saw the princess on the ground, screaming in agonizing pain asking for help and for the pain to go away. The marble floor was painted in a gruesome manner with the blood of the heir of the Uranian throne.

Faces invaded her mind. Gasps of horror and disgust, helplessness flooded the throne room in a rush of awkward violence.

Who was the one to blame for this?

Michiru didn't know.

Why was she called in?

She felt a pang of fear hit her stomach and she became nervous. Was it the mess that she made with the drinks when se saw the princess kissing that unknown woman? Michiru closed her eyes as that memory kept hitting her over and over the back of her head. Why did she react in such a way? The princess didn't belong to her or anyone in the room? Why the jealousy? Why the anger? Why her hands did suddenly stopped working? And why was her heart beating so fast now?

She didn't make out the conversation Setsuna and the queen had. All she heard where two voices muffled by the view of a wounded woman on a white bed.

The princess was lying there. Her arms were pale and so was her face. Her lips were parted as if she had been gasping and moaning in pain seconds before she walked in. Her eyes were covered up by a blood stained wrap that covered her ears and the bridge of her nose. Her face glistened with what appeared to be water or sweat.

Ayame was patting her hands dry with a cloth before looking up at Michiru. "You are here, good."

Michiru was brought back to reality. The queen was talking to her and if she wanted to stay in the castle she needed to listen and to pay attention.

Ayame placed the cloth on top of the night table and pushed the stool away with her body. "I wanted to have a word with you before commanding your new job."

Michiru turned to look behind her. Setsuna was gone.

"Do you know why you are here, girl?"

Michiru blinked. She was pulled out of her trance by the sweet velvety voice. "No." She answered.

Ayame sighed and placed one hand over Haruka's forehead. She was warm. Maybe she was fighting some infection. "I need your help." She brushed the strands of blonde hair away from Haruka's face and tried to hold back her tears as much as she could. "I saw you at the ball. I saw how you managed to subdue her and control her." She turned her green eyes to look at the maid. "How?"

Pure adrenaline and a dash of luck… "My father gave me basic self-defense training. I can hold my ground."

"You are telling me that with some basic training you became stronger than the princess?"

"Not stronger, my lady." Michiru rubbed her hands together. "I just used the princess's strength and weight to my advantage. I will never be physically stronger than her. I know; I've heard the stories. I simply grabbed what she was throwing and put it back to her. She fell due to her weight. She was too worried about the pain to know someone was grabbing hold of her from behind." Michiru licked her lower lip and dared to ask. "Is…she okay?"

"I…I have no way to answer that question. All I know is that she is weak and hurt and I need you to take care of her for the time being. You were able to calm her down and control her. Not even Setsuna could do that."

"Setsuna took the wrong approach." Michiru said absentmindedly as she watched the close interaction between the mother and daughter.

"I am giving you my daughter to care for, girl. I hope you understand what I am doing. I don't do this to anyone."

Michiru nodded. "I understand."

"Do you?"

Michiru stared at the queen and raised a skeptical eyebrow. "If you are insinuating that I will somehow betray the trust put on my shoulders, you are mistaken."

"Excuse me?"

"I would never ever in my wildest dream betray you or the princess. I am an Uranian. I will gladly give my life for the royal family." She nodded at her own words. "My father taught me that."

"He taught you well then. I am pleased with your words." Ayame took a step forward yet her hand lingered over Haruka's heated cheek. "She is not easy."

"I can imagine."

"She will fight with you, a lot." Ayame added.

"I am not a lamb."

"Are you sure you want to help?"

Michiru walked to the other side of the bed and looked down at Haruka.

The princess was breathing hard, gripping on the white bed sheets for dear life. Was she in pain? Michiru frowned and leaned over to place both hands on the strong muscular arm. "I am."

Ayame exhaled and walked over to the door. "There will be a guard standing watch around the clock. If you need anything from the kitchen or anywhere else tell him and he will gladly serve you. This will be your room now. I don't want you to leave her side. Even if she throws you out. She needs to get used to the fact that her eyes might not just work the way that they are suppose to."

"You may leave in peace, queen. I will take care of all of this."

Ayame was skeptical. Something told her to trust the girl but she has never ever trusted Haruka with anyone other than Setsuna and Sasuke. Yet, as she watched the girl look over at Haruka so sweetly she thought it was for the best if she just left.

Michiru was too consumed on the woman in front of her that she didn't hear the door closing. Haruka was there, vulnerable and wounded breathing deeply clearly in pain. Was she awake? Probably. She maybe heard the entire conversation but right at that moment she didn't care. She was speaking the truth.

Haruka took a deep breath and moved under the covers. Michiru took a step back and stared at the tall woman's movement. "Who's there?"

"I am not here to hurt you…" Michiru said quickly." I am here to help you."

Haruka tried to sit up but her body had other plans. Her arms, weakened due to the blood lost didn't hold the weight of her strong body and she collapsed. Luckily her bed was there… Yet, the awkwardness of the situation did not help. She knew she looked stupid and naked. The blonde sighed in exasperation and lay there taking in where she was. She was in her room and she bet the doors to the balcony were slightly open. Her skin reacted to the cold air hitting her wet skin, sending goose bumps over her exposed arms , neck and collar bone.

The younger woman watched, she wanted to detach herself from the whole ordeal but the scene was too pathetic. She walked to the queen and verbalized her every movements. The least she wanted was to receive a punch to the face like Setsuna did at the party. "Ma 'am I need you to relax. I am going to help you sit up, all right?"

Haruka growled in response.

Michiru hooked her arms under Haruka's and pulled her into a sitting position in which Haruka's back was comfortably leaning on the headrest. Her chest wasn't exposed which took Michiru by surprise. The princess was wearing a wrap over her chest. Michiru frowned at that. Was she injured there too? "Do you want me to check our chest wounds, princess?"

Haruka pulled away from the unknown woman and shook her head which caused her to get dizzy pretty fast. "I- I have no wounds there." Why in the galaxies was she suddenly feeling shy around a woman she didn't even know!? Haruka snarled again like a rabid animal.

Michiru made a mental note. Her curiosity sparked as she wanted to know how the princess looked like with nothing covering her. No bands, no bed sheets, no harsh deadly uniforms which made her look book menacing and sensual all at the same time. She was excited though. The princess was so close she could smell her. Her sweat and blood was intoxicating. She took a deep breath absentmindedly before Haruka pulled away.

Michiru moved away and a strange feeling of emptiness formed at the pit of her stomach the moment she was no longer in contact with the princess. "I am going to check for a fever." Michiru announced. She was indeed going o check for a fever but at the same time she wanted to keep on touching the other woman. She pressed one soft hand against Haruka's wet and sweaty face. She was warm but nothing to be concerned about.

Haruka was breathing hard her hands where pushing against the bed, her arm muscles flexed with her weight to Michiru's visual delight. She was wounded and vulnerable and that scared Haruka immensely.

"Why are my eyes covered up?"

Michiru was surprised to hear this. She doesn't remember? Michiru frowned deeply at the query. "You were hurt. You were bleeding and hitting everyone in sight." She moved closer to her, her hands hovering over her as if looking for a spot to put her hands.

Haruka moved one hand to touch the wraps over her eyes but lost her balance and almost fell on her side. That was an indication of extreme blood lost. Her head was spinning and she could feel her own palpitations insider her head. "Take the bandages off…" Haruka said softly at first.

"I don't think I –"

"That's an order!"

Michiru closed her mouth. Yes an order but since when was she part of an army? She exhaled loud enough for Haruka to hear. She wanted the princess to know that her spat and loud tone was not welcomed or enjoyed. Maybe other maids enjoyed the screaming and foul mood but she didn't and she wasn't going to put up with such attitude. She knew that she was going o have a problem with the woman right there. "All right…"

This time Michiru was a bit rough. She moved her hands to the side of Haruka's head and tugged on the wraps. She was weak? Injured? Not Michiru's fault.

The princess groaned in annoyance. Couldn't she be a bit more gentle? Little by little she felt the pressure in her head subsiding. The wraps were tied too tightly. Maybe that's why she was in pain.

Michiru pulled on the last wrap and placed it on the nearby night table. She waited then for the next command. Apparently the princess enjoyed being on top of everything. Michiru crossed her arms under her chest. She wouldn't mind having Haruka on top of her body though.

Haruka groaned and slowly began to open her once green eyes. She hissed in pain as she felt the strain on the muscles around her orbs. The sensation she was experiencing was the same one she felt years ago when a group of rebels had managed to grab a hold of her and beat her up to a bloody pulp. That was years ago, she was dumb, inexperienced and stupid… but back then when she managed to open her eyes she was able to see the people in front of her. How come she couldn't do that now? Were her eyes even open?

If her eyes were open, why couldn't she see?

Haruka swallowed hard and opened her mouth soon after. She was taking deep gasps of air as the realization slowly fell on her. No… She moved one hand forward and touched the bed underneath her then she moved to her side, she felt the night table, the bed rest. She felt it, why couldn't she see it?

"Where…" She gasped for air. "I…" She touched her face. "What's going on!?"

Michiru simply watched. What was she to do? Hold her? Maybe, that sounded like an excellent idea if it wasn't for the fact that the princess didn't know her at all. She didn't want to get yelled at again. She wanted to answer the princess' questions but she wasn't going to be able to. Frankly, she had no idea what was going on either….

"Am I blind?!"

Michiru twitched and felt a pang at her chest now. Haruka's eyes were swollen as if someone had punched them with no mercy yet, she could see something that was rather disturbing. The iris had an odd color to them. She had heard through love-sick maids that the princess' eyes were the most gorgeous shade of green in all planet Uranus.

"I can't answer that…" Michiru said.

Haruka slide down the head rest until she was lying on the bed once again.

"I am blind" That was more a statement than a question. "I am blind." She repeated. Her eyes were somehow fixated on the tall ceiling as if searching for something, anything.

"Are you?" She raised her head up, she wanted to command respect for herself. The stories she have heard were poignant and she didn't want to fall under Haruka's spells just yet. Then again, the princess was in no position to be pulling no spells. Michiru snorted at her train of thoughts. The woman was lying on her bed naked and broken. How was she going to seduce anyone?

A strong gust of air broke into the room. The door to the balcony was burst open as if enraged. Michiru yelped surprised and tried her best to stop the whiplashes from her long hair.

Haruka on the other hand showed her teeth like an angered wolf and that's when Michiru understood. That burst of wind wasn't natural at all.

."Stop it!" Michiru screamed but the wind was stronger and the princess didn't hear her. Maybe she did but decided to ignore her yells. "S-stop!"

The whiplashes were more violent; violent enough to make Michiru stumble on the stop the queen have been sitting moments ago. She couldn't move and that terrified her. She wasn't going to let the wind take control of her!

Michiru moved fast. She raised her hands palms up and concentrated her sight on a pitch of water that was on the floor, near the entrance of the room. The gust had probably knocked it out of the tray and spilled the water on the floor. She gathered up the water, bending it to her needs like a true master.

Haruka growled angry and wanting nothing more than to destroy everything near her. Why her? Why now? She snarled and before she could command the wind again she felt a splash of cold water on her face. Water got into her nostrils and mouth making her stop the tornado all together and cough loudly.

Michiru sighed in annoyance and ran her fingers through her hair, making it go back to its perfect curly way. She turned to Haruka angrily. She wanted to hit her across her head. Yes! Maybe drench her in cold water. Then she will be blind and cold. That sounded like an excellent idea.

Haruka finally stopped coughing and gasped for air while holding the white bed sheets for dear life.

"You need to control yourself!" Michiru muttered. She hissed as she began to gather the objects that had been thrown to the ground due to Haruka's temper tantrum.

"Would you?!"

Michiru looked up from the mess. She opened her mouth to respond but thought it would be better if she just stayed quiet.

"I thought so…" Haruka said turning to lie on her side. "Who are you?"

"Your new personal maid, I guess" Michiru grabbed another object from the ground and slammed it on the nightstand. Good thing it was just a brush or it might have shatter due to how angry she was.

"Your name?" Haruka asked and all of the sudden she felt exposed again. She grabbed the bed sheets and pulled it up to her chest even though she knew her back was towards Michiru. Why the shyness all of the sudden? Wasn't she supposed to turn her charm on and seduce her? Haruka didn't. The woman's voice clearly told her she was young and with a temper.

"Michiru."

A shiver went down Haruka's spine. She hoped Michiru didn't see her shuddering. "Michiru…" The name tasted sweet on her lips. It rolled off her tongue with such ease. "Michiru." She said it again just to see how her lips reacted to such name.

Michiru placed the last object on the night stand and stared at the muscled bound back of the princess. She wanted to be angry at the princess but then she thought that if she had gone through what she just did she wouldn't in a good mood. She wanted to feel sorry for Haruka but she knew that Haruka wasn't one to be pitied by anyone.

"Are you here to follow my every move? Are you going to see if I fall on my face or stub my toe?"

"IF you don't stay put, yes, probably." Michiru crossed her arms under her chest again.

"I haven't heard your name before. Are you new?"

"Yes, ma' am. I've been working in the castle just a couple of days."

Haruka nodded at that. "How old are you, girl?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, maybe…" Haruka wanted to sound casual but it was failing miserably.

"I am old enough." She knew where the princess was going and she needed to change the topic fast. "Are you hungry, princess?"

"I can't eat smelling like this. I need to wash the scent of blood off of me. After that then I can eat."

"Whatever you want." Michiru stayed put unsure of what to do. She have taken care of sick people before. Her mother's insanity betrayed her movements to the point she couldn't even hold a fort in her trembling hands. She knows how to deal with that; not with a grumpy blind princess

Haruka pulled the bed sheets away from her body. She moved re legs to the edge of the bed and inhaled loudly, almost in pain. She was tired already and she wondered if she was going to be able to walk freely. Her dirty hands trembled over the pristine white bed. Never in her wildest sex- escapades had she been in the state she was now; half naked, breathing heavy, sweaty, sore… She swallowed hard and gathered her strength to push herself up the bed and finally stand.

Michiru moved to her side, quickly. She placed the pale muscled arm over her shoulders and wrapped one delicate arm around the princess' waist. She was thick and strong, heavy and powerful. Michiru had to control herself. She wanted to touch so much more than just the waist. "Where to, princess? She asked, wanting the princess to feel comfortable with her. After all she was there to help her in any ways she could. She wasn't going to harm her or let her fall…. Or stub her toe.

"Take me to the bathroom. There's always a tub filled with warm hot water there." Haruka said as she grabbed unto Michiru for dear life. Her legs were not going to be holding her for too long…

"All right then!" The way to the royal bathroom was short yet endearing to Michiru. The younger woman was holding the princess so close she could feel her breathing. She took in the scent the princess carried on her skin. The smell of blood was still there but she could make out the smell of sand and clean air she had. Michiru touched her hip sweetly. The skin glistened with perspiration, making her sleek to the touch.

That moment was short lived though. They reached the bathroom which had a pearly white tub in the middle. Fancy. Michiru thought. She moved closer to the tub and began to struggle a bit as she eased Haruka into the tub. She tried her best not to let her fall butt down on the hard thing.

The sound that escaped Haruka's mouth was extremely delightful to Michiru's ears. Haruka threw her head back and moaned happily when the warm waters covered her sore body.

Michiru stared quietly in wonder. She watched Haruka's hand dip down to the elastic band to her underwear, hooking her thumb to it and pulling it down painfully slow down her long legs. The princess took the underwear and let it fall besides the tub down to the floor with a sound full 'flop'

Michiru's heart skipped a beat maybe two or had it stopped pumping blood completely? She wasn't sure… If it wasn't for the fact that her face resembled one of a raccoon she might not have been able to control herself.

She stood in silence beside the discarded underwear and watched Haruka's skillful hands travel to her chest. She tugged on the wraps harshly and in a matter of seconds her breasts were set free.

Haruka sighed erotically or at least that's how it sounded to Michiru who was feeling the heat of her excitement raise to her face and pool in between her legs. All those stories were true. The Uranian princess was gorgeous in her own way. The wraps soon joined the under garment and the princess now lay naked in the tub for Michiru's hungry eyes to enjoy.

Michiru began to wonder if the blonde knew she was still there. She cleared her throat and waited for a reaction.

"Bring me a cloth and a soap."

'Oh Holy Uranus…' Michiru began to look around. Haruka knew she was there and yet she acted as if it was the most normal thing to do… to get naked in front of a total stranger. Yeah get naked what's the worst that could happen? 'Relax She can't do anything. You got the upper hand. She is surrounded with water.'

"Hello?"

"Coming… I don't know where your stuff is, ma' am." Michiru said, her eyes never leaving Haruka.

Haruka sighed annoyed. She raised her hand and pointed to the left far corner of the bathroom. "Third drawer to your right are the clothes, and last drawer in the middle you will find the soap."

Michiru frowned at this. Was she really blind? "All right…" She moved to the bathroom furniture and did as she was directed. There were, however a lot of different soaps. Michiru turned her neck to Haruka and then back to the drawer filled with soap. She grabbed a green bar and placed it under her nose. Mint She put it back and then grabbed another and did the same procedure. Vanilla. She sighed in content. She looked back once again and went in for another bar this time a pink one with red dots. Strawberries ooo a delicacy in Uranus.

"Mint."

Michiru jumped and the soap slipped her hand and landed on the drawer. Darn it is she really blind!?

"You can keep the rest. I want mint." Haruka muttered her arms were now on the edge of the tub, waiting for Michiru.

"Y-yes, ma'am" She gathered the soap and the cloth and hurried her way back to Haruka's side. Haruka was indeed a work of art. Her strong shoulders framed her torso. Her arms were lean defined with lines. Her hair at the moment was messy yet; it looked so soft to the touch that Michiru had to hold onto the cloth tightly. She didn't want to touch her in any indecent way.

Michiru's eyes traveled lower. Her shoulder blades were highly pronounced and her breasts although small they were perfectly round and simply perfect.

"Give me the soap and cloth already, girl." Haruka growled and moved her hands towards where she thought Michiru was.

"Yes! Sorry!" She grabbed Haruka's hand and slipped the objects into her big hand.

"Wait outside."

I don't want to..." Of course." Michiru muttered but didn't move an inch.

"Now." Haruka spat turning her head to Michiru's direction.

"Yes, ma' am." Darn it. Michiru walked out to the main room. It wasn't like she hasn't seen other naked people around her. But it was the fact that she had seen the princess naked that threw her off balance in a good way. Something about Haruka called out to her. It was like a rushing wave in an angered sea. The moment she touches her she felt her entire body react and not just in a sexual way. It is as if her soul had been reawakened after a long long sleep. Michiru sighed and hit her head softly against the stone wall of the princess's room.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. She frowned at that. It was rather late already. Maybe it was the Queen but the queen wouldn't knock on the door she would just burst right in. The guard maybe?

She unlocked the latch of the door and peeked outside. "Mia!" She opened the door completely for her and pulled the girl for a tight hug.

"Good to see you too! It has been years since I last saw you." Mia said with sarcasm as she patted Michiru's back.

"You have no idea how happy I am to see you."

"Why are you here anyways? I was worried when Princess Setsuna came to get you. I thought you were going to get fired because of the mess you made at the party and because you rough-handled Haruka."

Michiru sighed tiredly and rubbed her temples. "I know I know I thought the same but I am here for something completely different. I think they actually liked the fact that I rough handled her."

Mia shrugged confused. "Why"

"I am kind of like her personal maid now."

Mia's eyes grew wide in terror. "Oh…no."

"Oh yes. I don't think she will be much trouble though."

Mia frowned. "Is she dead?"

"How can I be the personal maid of a corpse, Mia?"

"Just asking. The only way that woman won't be any trouble is if she is dead."

"She is blind, Mia." Mia's expression changed from surprised to sad in a matter of seconds. "Blind?"

Michiru nodded. "She is taking a bath right now. She kind of had blood stains all over. To be honest I don't know what she is up to. I can't read her. I do know she is mad but I don't know what she is thinking or what she thinks of me as her maid."

"Well, I think it might be some kind of hidden blessing."

"Mia!"

"No!" Mia raised her hands up. "Listen. She is blind she can't see how pretty you are and maybe she won't have any interest on you… But now that I think about it; it is a curse too. She won't be able to fight alongside her army. I've never heard of a blind soldier surviving a war never the less join one."

"Poor woman. Her world has been turned upside down from one moment to another."

"Go easy on her, she will come around hopefully. She is really strong."

"Yes, physically bit is she mentally?" Michiru wondered one hand coming to move a pesky strand of hair and tuck it behind her ear. "I've seen how people get when they go through horrible things and don't have the ability to cope with their loss… It can get bad."

Mia scratched the back of her head. "Yes, I guess."

"Anyways, how did you know I was here?"

"Actually. I didn't. I brought something for the princess. Orders from the queen."

"What is it?"

"Food." Mia went back outside and pulled in a cart filled up with Uranian cuisine. "These are the all princess' favorite. I don't think she will eat it all so I guess you can eat from this too."

"Thanks. I was actually starving. I haven't been able to eat before and after the incident."

"Michiru!"

Mia looked up at Michiru and froze. Michiru on the other hand felt something cold go down her spine.

"Michiru!"

"That's her!" Michiru grabbed Mia's shoulder and turned her around in her feet. "You need to leave."

"Hey! What- Wait a…" Mia's words died in her mouth. She was looking at the end of the royal room, eyes open in surprise.

Michiru followed her gaze and found the tall form of Haruka leaning on the bathroom entrance in all of her naked glory. No shame whatsoever. Why should she be ashamed of herself? She was sculptured by Uranus himself!

Now, Mia has been witness to Haruka's body but she was more surprise about the extent to her injuries. That was what made her freeze. She had seen Haruka broken, beaten, covered in blood. She has been there to tend to her injuries, to sew up a couple of horrible gashes but this was something else. She almost felt sorry for her.

"Michiru, are you here?" She has to be. The smell of the sea hand left the bedroom which was something rare. Haruka have never known someone that carried the scent of the sea like the new maid. Weird… There were little to no water bodies in Uranus. How could someone smell like the sea? Was she an immigrant from Neptune?

Haruka had met a few of fellow neptunians. After what happened in Neptune years ago, a lot of survivors decided it would be better to settle down in the neighboring planet. Their planet was too destroyed to sustain any type of Government or infrastructure unless someone managed to settle down and make a plan. Haruka wasn't one to make a plan.

If it was for Haruka she would've constructed a new Neptune but there was too much destruction, not to many people and too much to do in general. This being said, Ayame and Haruka thought it would be better if the survivors moved to Uranus and left Neptune deserted. Maybe Michiru was one of them… but why was her scent so strong?

"I am here" Michiru answered right back at Haruka. Now that she was standing up on her own she could see things she wasn't able to see before. Haruka had scars on her. Not too many to make her look gruesome but enough to make her rather interesting to the eye… One of those scars was on her muscular thigh. Still, it didn't make her leg look any less desirable. Her thighs were toned and strong; clearly she ran a lot in battle. Not from escaping but for charging into her enemies and jumping over them.

Another scar was displayed on her stomach. The toned abdominals had a diagonal line that went to her back. Maybe she was injured in a sword fight years ago. That one might have made her stay in bed for weeks or maybe just a couple of days knowing that she was standing by herself after almost bleeding out through her eyes…

Haruka could feel the drops of water running down her face and back. She shivered slightly and tried to stand straight as much as she could. She didn't want to keep looking like a wounded dog. "I am wet." She said, wiping her arm over her forehead.

"Me too."

"What?"

"I mean! On my way, ma' am!" Michiru turned around and stared at Mia with eyes wide open. She mentally beseeched her to leave. Mia nodded and closed the door on her way out.

"Who was it?" Haruka mumbled.

"Mia brought your favorite food." Michiru answered and walked fast to the princess' side. Haruka was wet indeed. She probably got out of the tub and walked out. Couldn't she just call out from the tub? Michiru thought she just wanted to show herself off. "I need to go back to the bathroom and get some towels, ma' am" Michiru said.

Haruka was blocking the way to the bathroom with her tall body. She grunted and moved just enough to let Michiru through but not enough to not feel Michiru brush dangerously close to her body.

"Bottom shelf, left." Haruka said, signaling where the towels were. In a couple of seconds she felt a soft towel on her shoulders. Really? Not going to pat me down? Haruka took the towel in her hands and pressed it to her face where she groaned and hissed in pain. She had kind of forgotten she had bruises around her eyes. "My clothes."

"What do you want to wear?" Michiru asked walking to the large closet and opening it up.

"Casual."

Michiru saw Haruka slowly move to her bed and finally sit down in a corner. "I see you are slowly getting your strength back. You can already take a couple of steps by yourself."

Haruka chuckled. "Clearly you don't know me. I bounce right back after every fight."

"This wasn't a fight, ma'am."

"Yes, but I can manage. "

Michiru smiled at Haruka and nodded at her words. "I just want you to know that I am going to help you until you get used to…"

"I understand, you don't need to explain yourself."

"This is only temporary." Michiru announced.

"You already want to get rid of me, Michiru?"

She trembled at the way she said her name. Michiru could already see a small smirk forming at the corner of the princess's mouth. "It is not like that, ma' am. It was your mother's order and by the looks of it you are the one that is in a hurry. You don't need my help to walk."

"I do, Michiru. I can still stub my toe against a table's leg… or smash my knee against a kid, you never know."

"That would be a tragedy, poor kid"

"Hey, now. I need my knees. Uranian boys have hard heads."

"Are you hard headed, princess?"

"Are you already flirting with me, Michiru? Taking advantaged of someone with a disability is rather horrendous and punishable by the Uranian law."

Michiru laughed and quickly covered her mouth to muffle that laughter.

Haruka simply closed her eyes and listened intently. She sounds beautiful.

"Forgive me, princess."

"You are forgiven…"

"Back to your clothes…."

Haruka jumped and touched her chest. Right. She was naked. She then touched between her legs. Very naked… "Black and blue would be nice."

"Perfect. It will match the skin around your eyes."

"Hey, now…!"

Michiru chuckled and pulled a blue button shirt out of the closet followed by some simple black slacks. At least she was making Haruka laughed of her tragedy. That was good. She mentally patted herself on the back.

"Undergarments are in the drawers under the closet." Haruka said, feeling Michiru place something beside her. She knew it was her clothing.

"Michiru. Now that I am… blind. I will need you to help me dress up."

"I understand, ma' am" Michiru said placing the rest of the clothes beside Haruka.

"Don't make me look unclean. That's not my style."

Michiru smiled and placed her hand on Haruka's shoulder. "I would never…"

" Oh and Michiru?"

"Hmm?"

"I heard you when you said, 'me too'"