Chapter 15

Revelations

Michiru felt her body shaking, she was feeling bad… she had never felt like that before. She went to the bathroom and she vomited. Then she looked at herself in the mirror, tears were running on her face endlessly, her eyes were red and swollen whereas her face was very white. She was in an awful state. Suddenly she saw one of Haruka's shirt, she grabbed it and went to her room to lean on what used to be their bed. Her scent was everywhere. Her nostrils filled with Haruka's perfume as she pulled the shirt closer to her face. She felt asleep without any idea of how painful would be the hell she had entered that afternoon.

When she came back, late in the night, Haruka discreetly checked for Michiru. She felt relieved, the girl was asleep. "Sorry love, but I can't let you hurt me anymore…"

Next morning, Haruka woke up early enough to be sure not to have to talk to Michiru. This situation really sounded like their high school months. But outside, a surprise awaited her.

"Good morning Haruka." Said the dark green-haired woman.

"Good morning… how did you know where we live?"

"I think you don't want to know… there are things we have to discuss."

"What happened yesterday… I don't want to know anything. Don't approach Michiru."

"You don't have the choice! You have a mission. A new enemy is coming, you have to remember your past and the sooner is the better… for the world's sake."

"The world sake… I don't care."

"Damn it… you will never change whatever the world we live in! You have to do it, if you don't do it for the sake of the world… do it for her sake."

"I'm not with her anymore you know… what makes you think I would accept such a thing for a person I dumped?"

"Don't think I'm stupid, I know you, and you still love her, you always will."

"We know each other, don't we? I feel the same way I feel with Michiru… as if we know each other for millenniums, as if we have done things together, as if we had a common past I can't remember… though it's different… cause I'm in love with Michiru."

"We have all a common past… we once were very near… the four outer senshis. Uranus, Neptune, Saturn and Pluto. In our last life we fought against the death busters, against Galaxia… You and Michiru must listen to me… we shall gather somewhere and talk right now."

"No, Michiru's asleep. I'll join you, but she won't. Do you understand me? I'm not stupid, this thing would have killed us. I don't want Michiru involved in such a thing."

"But she is Neptune! We need her…"

"She won't get hurt, I won't let it happen."

"You can't decide for her."

"I join you only if she doesn't!"

"As you wish… but you won't be able to protect her for long… you two will begin to remember, it has already began. She will remember her past… the Michiru I know from our past life was one of the wisest person I knew. She was very mature for her age, very responsible. Her first concern was you, then it was her mission."

"Sorry to disappoint you but this Michiru doesn't exist anymore. I'd like her to be as you portrayed her, I thought she was… well… she actually was when we began to be friends and when we began dating… but in fact she is jealous and childish, she never thinks before talking and more, she can be violent when she's angry. I finally had to admit all this yesterday."

"That's why you broke your engagement?"

"She did. I know she regret it, but I don't want to be her pet."

"You really think this is how she sees you?"

"Yes."

"You should rethink all this. You know… all the things you said… I think it broke her. I don't know her in this life, but I remember who she used to be, and believe me, we didn't change, all of us. Only our past is different… Michiru wasn't supposed to have a twin in the first place."

"Why do you and this young girl who was with you yesterday remember our past?"

"We haven't die as you did."

"We died? When?"

"Thirty years ago."

"It can't be."

"You weren't alone. The inner senshi died too, as well as our princess."

"Inner senshi? Princess?"

"I'll explain you all this later. Come with me to the house, we'll discuss all of this in front of a tea."

"I'll follow you with the car."

So Haruka followed Setsuna to their house. Half an hour later, a dark-haired little girl knocked at the door of the apartment and was answered by a gloomy and half-asleep Michiru.

"Good morning."

"Good morning… you… you are this little girl… I had forgot about all that happened yesterday."

Michiru let Hotaru in.

"You look sick… is there something wrong, Michiru-mama."

"Michiru-mama? I'm not your mother…"

Hotaru looked at her with a sad look… she thought Michiru would have remembered.

"You… you don't remember me… I thought you did… I'm Hotaru, your adoptive daughter…well… not in this life but still…"

"What do you mean by "not in this life"?"

Hotaru began to explain her everything about the silver Milenium, their past fights thirty years ago… how she, Haruka and Setsuna had taken care of her… Michiru was feeling strange… She didn't remember, but she had the impression that this life Hotaru was talking about was really hers… she knew it… so… Haruka and her once were a perfect couple, never arguing, always there for each other, even raising a child. She suddenly felt older as she was looking at Hotaru… her daughter.

"You must come with us, we need you and Haruka-papa… and that's only because we have a mission… I miss you two… I miss the four of us being gathered, the family we were…"

They were sitting on the sofa, and Michiru had prepared her a hot chocolate. She took Hotaru who had begin to cry in her arms. The symbol on her forehead shined, her memory went back to not disappear again.

"Does Setsuna know you are here?"

"No… I'm supposed to be at school. But I wanted to see you and Haruka-papa, I couldn't resist. Where is she?"

"She… I suppose she went for a walk or something… we argued yesterday and… well… I think she needs time. I've been stupid. I'll apologize to her and everything will be OK."

"We gonna fight together again, aren't we?"

"Fight? No… I'll fight, I have a mission. But Haruka won't get involved in this."

"She must… she's Sailor Uranus…"

"No, she won't. I saw what those monsters are able to do, she got hurt yesterday, and you healed her… but if she had been killed? I won't let this happen."

Michiru got up and entered Haruka's room. She smiled, in only one night, the blonde had appropriate herself her old room rather well… there were clothes all over the floor and the bed wasn't made. She found what she was searching for leaning not far from her pants: the pen. She took it and pulled it in her pocket.

"Michiru-mama? What did you do?"

"Nothing, just checking something. Look, she'll never change…"

Michiru showed the room to Hotaru. The girl laughed.

"I guess this is the kind of fault you carry with you whatever the life you live… she's lucky to have you."

"I won't let you take the same path!"

"I didn't forget how you got mad at me that day you entered my bedroom to asking me to tide it…"

"At least you remember…"

Hotaru left a little before midday. She was glad, she finally her mother back. She liked Setsuna very much, but she missed Michiru and Haruka very much too. Michiru was feeling different, as if she had grown up. Remembering her past life, remembering her first identity of Sailor Neptune… all this made her feel older… and she was feeling it wasn't bad at all… she was more at ease, confident and more… when she thought about the past day, about Haruka and all that they lived, it seemed it was another person who had talked. She had hurt Haruka, it was strange… how could she have done such a thing… all that she had tell her… it wasn't her nature… she loved Haruka too much to argue as she did. Even being angry... never she would slapped her.

Not from here, Miharu was not feeling very well… a dark force was coming back to her.

Michiru kept Haruka's pen with her wherever she went the following days, along with the communicator Hotaru had given her. Haruka also had one. When she came back home, Michiru was at her violin practice. She took advantage of her absence to take Michiru's pen, which was hidden in her bedside table.