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The Change

Chapter 2

"Congratulations, Usagi-chan! Please keep in touch!" Hotaru said as she waved her hand at both Usagi and Mamoru.

Haruka chuckled as she watched the teenager run down the steps and headed to the car. Michiru had her arm wrapped with her as they said their goodbye's to the rest of the girls. Yet, Haruka stalled a bit as she turned to the tall man to speak. "Mamoru-san, please keep us inform of Usagi-chan and the baby," Haruka said as she began to descend the shrine's steps. "If you need anything –"

"Which can include babysitting Usagi-chan." Michiru added, earning a chuckle by both Haruka and Mamoru.

"Let us know, alright?"

"Thanks, Haruka-san, Michiru-san. The gifts were phenomenal! It was just what we needed."

"You don't have to thank us at all, Mamoru-san! You deserve that and much more! Besides it is our duty to protect the princesses," Michiru said, smiling at him and patting his forearm.

"It is our duty but still," Haruka sighed. "We cannot be with her all the time. So, protect her, Mamoru-san," Haruka said as she extended her hand to him. "Now more than ever you must protect her. You have been blessed with an incredible gift. A gift that, I must confess, am envious of."

Michiru noticed the sudden change of tone in Haruka's voice, yet she knew that this was not the moment to push her to talk about her feelings, not in front of Mamoru or Usagi. The sea senshi knew better, therefore she gave Haruka's arm a squeeze just to let her know that she knew that something was wrong with her and that they needed to talk about it later on.

"As soon as Usagi-chan gets her first contraction call us," Haruka half ordered, half asked.

"See you soon, daddy," Michiru teased.

Mamoru chuckled, squeezed Haruka's hand and bowed to Michiru. "We will keep in touch. Once again, thank you both."

They moved towards the car while Haruka took out the car keys from her pocket. Hotaru and Setsuna where leaning against the yellow car while looking at their cellphones and exchanging pictures with the inner senshis who kept on sending everyone all the pictures they had taken earlier. They giggled and laughed at some funny ones but little by little, the now older women had things to attend to and places to go. So, they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.

The ride home was surprisingly quiet, but it was mainly because Setsuna and Hotaru were glued to their phones. Haruka wasn't driving as fast as she was. She had this sacred rule of not turning into a dare devil behind the wheel when there were a lot of people in the car. Something about not wanting to harm anyone with her sharp turns.

Michiru was looking out the window, watching the street lights illuminate the wet pavement and the people walking with their umbrellas. It had started to rain, and everyone was heading home after a great Friday night.

The violinist's hand, discretely found its way back on Haruka's powerful thigh. She first rubbed the top muscle slowly before once again dipping her skilled fingers to tease the inner thigh. She noticed Haruka's soft twitch but decided to ignore it as Haruka was ignoring her. Haruka needed to do so. Hotaru and Setsuna were in the back of the car and she was driving. If she didn't pay attention to the road something bad might happen.

Haruka side eyed her and gave her an acknowledging smirk which Michiru responded with a firm squeeze.

"That's a good picture," Setsuna suddenly said, eyeing Hotaru's cellphone.

"Minako-chan sent me this. I think it is really cute," Hotaru declared before raising her eyes to look at the review mirror, making eye contact with her blonde papa. "You want to see it?"

"Sure. Hand the phone to Michiru," Haruka directed as she looked at the road once again

Michiru released Haruka's thigh and turned around to grab Hotaru's phone. "Aww. This is adorable. We should print it and frame it." Michiru suggested and showed Haruka when they stopped at a red light of course.

Haruka took a quick look at the picture and couldn't help but smile. In it, both Haruka and Michiru were lovingly stroking Usagi's stomach while Haruka grinned down at her princess, who was looking up at her and stroking the racer's face while Michiru beamed at the person taking their picture. "This is a great picture," Haruka declared and nodded before looking at Michiru.

"It is. You look so fatherly, Haruka. If I was a stranger looking at this, I'd say that you are the father of that bun in the oven."

"Michiru…" Haruka groaned in annoyance.

"Oh? Did that bother you?" She asked with hooded eyes.

Setsuna raised her right eyebrow as she studied the two women's body language for a while. Haruka's grip on the steering wheel told her that the blonde was on edge while Michiru was once again, this time without a shame in the world, teasing Haruka with those bedroom eyes. Setsuna sighed rubbed the bridge of her nose. She knew how this was going to end. There were many possibilities though. Either Setsuna left with Hotaru to escape the angry sex noises, or Haruka and Michiru would head to their beach house or Setsuna and Hotaru would hear the sex noises.

The time senshi looked at the watch. It was late. They weren't going to waste time riding to the beach house.

"Hey, Hotaru-chan. How about you come with me to buy some groceries?"

Hotaru frowned, looked at Setsuna and raised her shoulders in an exaggerated shrug. "It's nine at night. What do you need to buy?"

"I gave her a list." Michiru intercepted, eyeing the youngest Senshi thus far.

Hotaru rolled her eye and shook her head. She knew where this was going. She was old enough to know…

Her screams died down on the back of her throat as she sat up with an audible gasp of pure terror. Her pupils looked around the dark room as drops of sweat ran down her cheek and neck. Her left hand patted her side and found who she was looking for. Her raging heart began to slowdown as she came back to.

"Kazuo," she whispered as she nudged the large man besides her. "Kazuo, wake up."

He groaned and jumped slightly at her sudden touch. He turned around to look at her and by just gazing at her eyes knew what had happened, yet he asked her. "What is it, Runa?"

"I had another nightmare," she answered before a sob stopped her from talking any further.

He knew the answer but right now there was no time to act like an asshole. He sat up also, and ran his hand through her messy black hair. "Who dies?" He asked, knowing well that it could be one of the two recurring dreams she has been having for the last six years.

"She does…" she began to cough. The air was getting caught on her throat. She wasn't able to breath. The image in her head made her cry as if it had happened all over again. "She does."

"Breathe, Runa," he whispered as he now grabbed her pale wrists and pulled her hand from her face.

"I can't! I can't make the dreams stop, Kazuo!" The desperation in her voice was heart breaking. He wasn't a good listener though. So he pulled her into a hug as he pressed her to his naked and strong chest. "I- I just-" she shook. "I held her so close. She was breathing. She was so beautiful, Kazuo. She looked like you… She had your kind eyes and…"

"You need to stay calm. You know they are just-"

"They are not just dreams!" She yelled pushing him away and slapping him across the face. She leaned over him as he rubbed his now red cheek. Her grey eyes burned into his purple ones as if wanting him to finally understand that in deed it wasn't just a dream. "You know that she died."

He swallowed hard and turned to gawk at her angrily. "She wasn't even born, Runa. How can someone die without being born?"

"I have seen her die in my arms so many times… Don't you dare say she wasn't born."

He shook his head. "Do you hear yourself? This idea of your past life-"

"Our. Our past lives. You told me you remembered. Kazuo…" she quivered. "She is here in this town. I can feel her energy. We will reach her, we will take over as it was supposed to be. Us, as a family." She grabbed his hairy face as if wanting to drill the reality of their existence deep inside of his mundane mind.

She pulled him in and of course, he let her do as she pleased. She had total control over him in so many ways that he simply sighed and pressed his forehead to her sweaty and warm one. "How are we ever going to get her back?"

"What are people scared of the most, Kazuo?"

He shrugged, cupped her cheek. Her raging heart began to slow down to its normal palpitations, Her shaking hands came to cup his much larger hand as he took a handful of black hair, pulling it enough to steady her face so he could get ready to attack her.

Yet she was immune to him, to his sudden waves of dominance and violence. She laughed in his face making him frown in annoyance before asking, "Who isn't afraid of death?"

It started the second they walked in…

Michiru turned to her blonde and Haruka knew from the get go what was going through her head.

Haruka pulled her in, locked lips with the violinist and leaned down to deepened the hungry kiss as her hands pulled down the zipper on the back of the dress.

Michiru cupped Haruka's face as she steadied her. Haruka was always so wild, so unpredictable, like the wind. It always took her a second to know what did the blonde wanted from her. Therefore, she was surprised when the strong woman pushed her body to the kitchen island and then picked her up with such an ease to sit her on it. For just a second, Haruka pulled back and unbuttoned her shirt while Michiru worked on undoing the belt buckle and pushing down those pesky pants. In seconds, she was rewarded with the sight of Haruka's powerful thighs. To Michiru's delight the woman had kept her figure after years of not running in the track and fields like she used to. She could still define the strong muscles with ease. Michiru had to bit her lips before looking up at Haruka's hungry and darker green eyes.

"This is what you wanted since you saw me today, huh?" Haruka teased as she pulled the shirt away and let it drop on the floor. Skillfully, her hands undid the dress and helped Michiru throw it aside as she once again settled her on the island. That way Haruka could attack her mouth, neck and shoulder without having to bend down.

"Of course. I mean look at you," Michiru rolled her eyes heavenward before throwing her head back while Haruka made a trail of soft kisses from the woman's chin to her delicious full and round breast and finally down to her perfect stomach. Michiru shuddered uncontrollably and grabbed hold of Haruka's chiseled jaw. She pulled her up to stare at her lust filled face before she wrapped her legs around her waist and pulled her in, trapping her.

And that's when she heard it.

The raging sea echoed in Michiru's head, making her close her eyes and pulled away from Haruka's breath taking kisses.

Haruka frowned. Michiru was never one to pull away, not when they were like this. She always gave herself completely unless…

Unless there was something bothering her.

Haruka stroked Michiru's chin, making her face her. "What is it?" She asked as she slowly felt the young woman come back to her. "Michi…" There it was, the cute nickname that only they shared… A cry for help when they were this intimate.

"Ruka." She swallowed hard as she calmed her body enough to form any type of coherent sentence. She heard the wind, raging hard and angry, upset. Something was bothering Haruka and the wind senshi was keeping it a secret. "I should ask you the same question."

Haruka blinked surprised. She opened her mouth to talk but she was not able. Having Michiru this close, naked and willing always left her speechless not to mention, she was blinded by the sudden rush of lust that only Michiru could provide. "Something is wrong with you too. Don't deny it." Her hands came to stop at Michiru's lower back, before dipping downwards squeezing her luscious bottom. This earned a soft moan from the smaller woman. "What is it?"

"Is Teno'u Haruka asking me to stop making love to her to talk?" Michiru teased as she felt the blonde rub herself dangerously close against her.

Haruka had to stop her movements before her train of thoughts was thrown out the window. She licked her lower lip and looked down at Michiru, steading her. "Michi, we can't enjoy this if we are both worried sick about something, now can we?"

Michiru sighed. Sometimes she hated when Haruka was right. As much as she wanted Haruka to eat her out, she wasn't going to enjoy it as much if she was anxious. But of course she wasn't going to admit it. She rubbed Haruka's face softly before taking a deep breath.

"This morning," she began, her eyes trailing over Michiru's lips. She really couldn't contain herself around her, could she? "I saw your eyes. They were dark with worry." She moved her hand and caresses a strand of aqua hair away from Michiru's face and tucked it behind her ear. "Why?"

Michiru exhaled and pressed her sweaty forehead against Haruka's. As much as she wanted to act like nothing was going on she couldn't. Her duty a sailor senshi kept reminding her that she had to be prepared and ready for a fight, any fight, even if it meant pushing her own feelings and ideals aside. Also, the power that they both carried kept setting off alarms when something wasn't at peace. Like this morning. "Can you hear the wind?" she asked, before opening her eyes slowly to gaze at Haruka's half-closed orbs. The poor woman was trying so hard to contain her body, to throw everything out the window, to kiss his lover, un do her with her mouth and bring her to the peak of her won satisfaction… but here she was, staring at Michiru, holding the kitchen island for dear life, and listening to her whispering, "Can you feel the anomaly in the air?"

Haruka frowned in confusion. "The wind?" she stopped to concentrate and listen to the sounds deep inside of her, but she came up with nothing, how could she come up with anything with the only thing that she could hear was her own heart beat and heavy breathing? "I- I don't sense anything."

"Today the waves called out to me in a song. They warned me about death and darkness…" Michiru pulled back. "Revenge…"

"Revenge?"

Michiru nodded before shuddering. Haruka thought that being completely naked in the kitchen was the cause of her shivers but it was something else, yet Haruka quickly grabbed her large shirt and placed it over Michiru's naked shoulder in order to keep her warm. "A new enemy?" Haruka suggested as her hands rubbed Mcihiru's arms absentmindedly.

"I am not sure. We must tell Setsuna when she comes back and also Hotaru."

"What about the girls?"

Michiru shook her head. "We are the outer senshis. Whatever troubles our peace shall pass by us first. If we cannot handle it then we will let them know. We must-"

"Protect the princess…" Haruka finished her sentence before nodding in approval. "Always." She moved in closer and smirked. "Now, where were we?" She teased looking at the ceiling as if thinking. "Oh right!" She bit her lips and leaned in for a kiss but she was stopped by Michiru.

She chuckled and pressed a soft finger to Haruka's lips and pushed her away. "We are not done."

"I know and if you let me continue I promise you are going to have a hell of a Friday night."

"I don't mean that, Ruka…"

The blonde let out a sigh in exasperation. Before pulling back and placing her hands on her hips, looking both menacing and delicious.

"You have not told me what troubles you."

Haruka had to swallow hard. One thing she loved about Michiru was the fact that the woman could read her by just glancing at her. Also, one thing she didn't like was that she couldn't hide from her. In deed something was bothering her, but it was something buried deep within herself and since it was something that she knew wasn't obtainable, why bother even being vocal about it?

"No. Haruka. Don't do that…"

She frowned and took a step back. "Do what?"

"Avoid it. You are searching for a way to escape talking about whatever it is eating you up and I can see it," she poked Haruka's nose. "You are thinking of a way to go back to our love making."

"Wouldn't you?"

"Did I just now?" Michiru answered her with a question.

"Touché," Haruka groaned and rubbed the back of her neck, trying to squeeze the tension away. "Michiru…" she began leaning once again on the kitchen island, trapping Michiru.

"What's wrong, Ruka-papa?" Michiru teased, licking her lips and enticing the blonde in front of her.

Haruka moved back before she could plant a kiss on her. "That's it." She whispered before pulling her pants up. "That's what has been bothering me."

Michiru blinked confused and a bit shocked. She had never seen Haruka react like that to her teasing. "W-what?"

Haruka exhaled before turning to glance at her lover. "I-…" She rolled her eyes as she tried her hardest to put her thoughts into words, something that was always hard for her. "Don't you…feel… like something is missing?"

"Something?" Michiru grew worried for a second. Their intimate life had always been top notch. They were always open about everything. They never kept secrets from one another when it came to themselves. Their communication skill were their pride and joy. Not a lot of couples could say that they could talk to their significant other about anything without being judge. Haruka and Michiru had that. They were vocal and even if Haruka always had problem putting her thoughts in words, she always tried. So, for her to be saying that something was missing, sounded an alarm inside Michiru's head.

"Michiru," Haruka began as she pulled the zipper up. "When I heard Mamoru talking… When I touched Usagi's stomach, I felt something strange. Something that I have not felt ever in my life, even with Hotaru." She shook her head and groaned before pinching the bridge of her nose in vexation. "I mean don't get me wrong. I adore Hotaru. She is my baby girl but…" She sighed and looked at Michiru, wondering if she has caught on with what she was trying to say.

Michiru stared at Haruka with a confused and worried frown, then slowly her gaze turned into a surprised one as she raised her eyebrows in a sudden realization. "Oh." She swallowed hard and rubbed the back of her neck as she thought of something quirky to say but she couldn't come up with anything. "Haruka, I-"

"I am sorry. You must think that I must be stupid for even thinking about it but I just…" She sighed and glued her eyes with Mcihiru's. "Can you imagine a little you, running around the entire house, giggling and laughing?"

Michiru's face softened completely and she almost pouted as the image of a child invaded her mind. She looked at the kitchen, as if visualizing it and she couldn't help but inhale happily. "Or a little you, wreaking havoc?"

Haruka smiled and nodded. "Imagine it. Doesn't it sound breath-taking?"

"It is," Michiru whispered and rubbed her arms as Haruka's distance between her began to give her shivers. "But, Haruka we…"

"I know. We can't."

"Well we can but-"

"It wouldn't be the same." Haruka interjected before she sat down on the kitchen island besides Michiru. "Adoption or artificial insemination is doable but…" she clicked her tongue in annoyance. "While I was rubbing Usagi's stomach I just saw your face, you know?"

Michiru tilted her head and watched how the blonde pulled down all of her walls and sat beside her in complete emotional vulnerability. "You want me to carry it?"

"Well? What do you think?"

"I think I would make a gorgeous pregnant lady." Michiru said as she nodded. "I would love to carry your child."

"My child. Not a random man's that looks nothing like me."

"There is no way two women can have a child together, Haruka. I mean, biologically speaking-"

"I know, Michiru, I took the same science class as you."

"You weren't paying that much attention."

"Oi, Michiru! I was."

"You looked like it but your hands weren't exactly writing."

Haruka snorted and shook her head in amusement. "I am actually surprise you remember even taking science with me."

Michiru nudged her rib and covered her mouth as she giggled. "Oh Haruka…" She sighed and turned to straddle her waist and sit on her lap as she cupped her face. "If you know that it is impossible, why the sudden sadness? Why the hurry?"

"I can always dream and hope and also check if there is a way. After all, we have magic on our side. We were reborn after years of being dead and somehow found each other once again in this lifetime. That was a miracle itself, Michiru. What if we can make another miracle happen again and this time give each other the pleasure of having our own child. Ours…" Haruka said as her hands trailed her name on Michiru's skin. "What if…" she licked her lips as she thought her words over once again, hesitating… "If there was a way, would you –"

"Without a doubt." Michiru answered before Haruka was able to even finish her question. "A child? Our child? Made from our flesh and blood? A perfect amalgamation of our soul and love?" She smiled brightly and somehow Haruka did the same. Who couldn't resist the smile of the gorgeous Kaioh Michiru? "Your seriousness and my playfulness perfectly combined into one human being?" She chuckled and pressed her lips against the heated blonde, her hands finding her small yet full breasts. She felt herself becoming hot again as her body was reawakened by Haruka's skilled pianist hands.

Haruka felt something stir inside. Michiru understood her to the point of proclaiming the emotions that she was feeling that day when her hand came in contact with Usagi. "Is that a yes?"

"Who wouldn't want that?" Michiru asked before her hand came to rub Haruka's nape, tickling the hair on the back of her head. Their eyes met for just a second before darting to each other's lips. The love filled moment slowly subsided as the wave of lust hut them at full force, making both women drown in the sea of their own desire.

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