Author's note: Hi, everyone! Sorry it's taken me so long to get this chapter up! School has restarted and I moved so I didn't have a lot of time for writing. I'll try my best to write the next chapter quickly and get it up as soon as possible! ^_^

Wednesday Morning

Haruka woke when she heard a knock on the door. She disentangled herself from Michiru's still sleeping form and got up groggily. She ran a hand through her short hair and yawned as she opened the door. Setsuna stood at the door and raised an eyebrow when she noted Haruka was still wearing the golden dress although it was now wrinkled.
"Haruka, your parents are here. They're waiting for you downstairs." Setsuna explained.
"What time is it?" Haruka asked in confusion.
"It's almost noon. They told me that you were expecting them."
"Yeah, tell them to give me ten minutes." Haruka instructed and shut the door. She jogged back to the bed and snuggled up against her lover. "Michiru, wake up; my parents are here." She whispered into Michiru's ear and kissed it softly. Haruka sat up and began to massage Michiru's shoulders gently. Michiru groaned.
"Ara, Haruka, are you trying to wake me up or put me back to sleep?" Michiru joked. She stretched as Haruka continued massaging her and then pulled away to sit up and peck her lover on the lips.
"My parents are waiting for us downstairs. I forgot that I told them we would show them around Tokyo today." Haruka explained.
"What should I wear today?" Michiru got up and walked over to the closet where she started to search through Haruka's clothes for something she could fit into.
"You should stay home today. I want to tell them and I think it would be easier to say what I need to say with as small an audience as possible." Haruka answered. Michiru stopped hunting through the clothes and looked over her shoulder at her lover.
"Haruka? You don't want me to be there to support you?"
"I do, but I don't want my parents to take out any anger on you. As a soldier you've sacrificed so much for me. As my lover, I want your life to be a perfect dream where you don't have to sacrifice anything." Haruka got up out of the bed and headed over to the closet. She pulled a polka-dotted sundress which the inner senshi had pulled together to buy as a birthday present for Michiru out of the closet. It had never fit Michiru, although she had never told the inner senshi this for fear of hurting their feelings, but it was just large enough that Haruka could squeeze into it and still manage to breathe.
Michiru watched her lover carefully as she went through small actions, looking through the closet, carefully folding necessary clothing over her left arm. She always felt the most content and the most in love when watching Haruka do simple everyday things.
"What?" Haruka asked as she walked toward the bathroom.
"Nothing," Michiru replied softly and she went to sit on the bed. There was a knock on the door. Michiru hurried back into the bed considering that just like last night, she was still in a state of undress.
"Yes?" She called. The door opened a crack and much to her horror, Arashi stepped in. In the bathroom, the shower turned on. "Tenoh-san," Michiru tried her best to sound manly.
"Mamoru-san, how are you feeling?" Arashi asked in a quiet voice. Michiru rolled into her side so she was facing Arashi and, hopefully, so that her breasts would be hidden better by the sheets.
"Oh, I'm still sick, Tenoh-san. I'm sorry that I won't be able to accompany you today." Michiru fibbed. Arashi said nothing as he pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket. He carefully unfolded it and held it out toward Michiru as he walked across the room to hand it to her. It read "Kaioh Michiru and the Tokyo Symphony Orchestra" and pictured Michiru in a black dress standing in front of the orchestra performing passionately.
"Nice dress," Arashi said sarcastically. "Nice breasts, who are you really?"
"I think that you would be better suited to asked questions to your daughter than me." Michiru said in her normal voice. She tried to sound neutral.
"Kaioh-san, who are you really? Are you and my daughter lovers?" Arashi demanded angrily. Michiru stared at him with contempt.
"Why does it matter? Would you really hurt your own daughter over her personal happiness?" Michiru cried angrily. She hoped the shower was loud enough to drown her own voice and Arashi's from Haruka.
"No, I'm sorry. I'm not angry at you. I want Haruka to be happy, but I also want to be a part of her life. I want to know about her and the girl she loves. I've known since she was young that she never cared for men. She was always much more affectionate toward women, even as a child." Arashi explained. "I've been waiting for her to tell us about you, but when I first saw you dressed as a man I knew that I would never hear the truth."
"No, you're wrong. She does want to tell you." Michiru said softly. "She's afraid of rejection."
"She has a right to be, I suppose. Her mother is so excited at the idea of Haruka getting married to a man, even one as girlie as Mamoru." Arashi grinned. Michiru laughed softly and in the bathroom, the shower stopped.
"You should go." Michiru said and she motioned to the bathroom with her head. She wanted to ask Arashi questions and converse with him more, but she knew Haruka wanted to tell her parents by herself. Arashi nodded and quickly left.
Michiru sighed and shut her eyes. She put her hand to her forehead and took in a deep breath. Although she had said nothing to Haruka, the ocean was churning and trying to warn her of something. She wondered if Haruka had noticed the wind calling to her last night or if she had been too preoccupied with worry about her parents.
Michiru didn't intend to say anything her lover. If anything came up, she and Pluto could handle it. If anything came up that she and Pluto couldn't handle then the inner senshi could be called. If anything came up that she, Pluto and the inner senshi couldn't handle, then the addition of Sailoruranus wouldn't be much help anyhow. Michiru wanted Haruka to be able to concentrate on talking to her parents without having to worry about the fate of the universe.
"Michiru," Haruka's voice drifted out of the bathroom. "Were you talking to someone a minute ago?"
"Yes, Setsuna and I were making plans about what to do with Hotaru today." Michiru responded and got up out of the bed. She tossed the pillows onto the floor and began to make the bed. After finishing her task, Michiru chose an outfit, a light pink dress that stopped just above her knees, and laid it on the bed. From her massive selection of shoes, she chose a pair of white sandals and set them next to the dress on the bed.
"Are you going to take her to the park?" Haruka continued their previous conversation as she strolled out of the bathroom in the summer dress. Michiru nodded and walked past her lover into the bathroom.
"Good luck today, Haruka," Michiru said. As an afterthought, she turned around and gave her lover a kiss good-bye.