A/N: This idea was sprouted from a Yaoi manga I was reading. If you want to read it, it's called "Gokujou No Koibito". I hope you enjoy both the manga and this little tidbit here! Thanks! Please read and review!

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"You know what I've noticed, Haruka?"

Two women walked side by side, relaxing after their four hours of shopping. The older woman ate her ice cream as she sideglanced over at the shorter blonde,

"And what did you notice, koneko?"

"I've never seen you with long hair," the moon princess replied with a lick to her strawberry ice cream.

"What brought this on?"

"Since I couldn't find any pictures of you when you were younger. I wanted to know what you were like as a kid. I was curious," Serena shrugged.

"You know, curiosity will always kill the cat. You sure you want to know?" Haruka smirked. The shorter blonde nodded,

"Of course!"

"When I was ten, I started a gang. I bullied those who I thought were weak, both males and females. I didn't care who as long as I felt satisfied. Back then, I had my hair long, it was to show that I could be independent. No one could ever hold anything over me . . ."

"Then, why do you cut it now?" Serena wondered. Harua sighed and smiled,

"Because, a year later, I met her."

"Her, as in Michiru-san?" Serena quieted. Haruka ruffled the blonde's hair,

"I told you curiosity will kill you."

"What happened?"

The sandy blonde sighed, "She didn't challenge me. I bullied her, but she didn't fight me. Because of that, for the first time I felt the guilt. I questioned myself. I asked, "Why? Why am I doing this?"

Before I met her, I thought I had the answer. Even now, I don't know why I became that way."

"So, because of that you cut your hair as a symbol of surrender, that you wanted to be dependent of someone. Because of Michiru, you've kept your hair short. She was the one that brought you out of your rebellious stage," Serena replied bluntly.

"Yes, she did," Haruka agreed after a moment of silence.

"Then, can you do a favor for me?" the blonde asked, stopping in her tracks. Haruka turned around to look,

"What?"

"Since you've kept your hair short even now as payment for Michiru, then could you grow your hair as payment for me? I feel that as long as you've kept your hair short, that you're still Michiru's."

"So, if I grow my hair, then . . ."

". . . Then I would know that your heart is with me."

"I'll think about it, koneko. For now, let's go home." the sandy blonde suggested.

"Home . . ."

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"Neh, Haruka?"

"What? Can't a woman get some sleep? I'm tired," the sandy blonde groaned, rolling over to the other side, facing away from the questioning blonde.

"Every month you always trim your hair. Today's the last day of July, so aren't you going to cut it?"

"I'm too lazy, now go to sleep," the older woman mumbled.

"But Haruka-!"

"Quiet, Serena. I said I don't want to cut my hair, now leave me be."

The blonde bit her lip as she stared at the backside of her lover, then everything came back; their conversation of two weeks ago. The favor.

Serena smiled and nodded, "Okay. I'll let you off." She snuggled up against the older woman, wrapping her arms around the other's waist. The moon princess knew at that moment, that her soldier of the wind was hers and hers only.