A/N: Thought of this when my dad became closed minded with gay relationships. Not to say that I'm hating on him, but it irritated the hell out of me. To each his own I guess. Well, please read and review! Sorry for the late update!

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"You're going to hell!"

Yeah . . . In a flower basket.

There was never a day where at least one person out of ten would voice their opinions of how wrong a relationship was between two same sex people. Haruka was tired of it and she just wished that people would be open minded about things. They were just taking it too far.

"Koneko . . ." Haruka whispered when she realized that her companion had gotten quiet.

The blonde's lip trembled slightly and Haruka was worried for a minute there, but the trembling stopped and the lips curved into a smile,

"What, Haruka?"

The smile was full of disappointment and sadness. Haruka couldn't help but mimic the gesture and shook her head,

"Nothing. You still want to eat out?"

Serena smiled, a sincere one this time, and lifted their linked hands up in between them and gestured her head over to the Italian restaurant,

"I'm not going to ruin my day because of that old lady. Let's eat, I'm hungry."

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"You sure you're okay?" Haruka wondered as she surveyed her moon princess from across the table as they waited for their food.

"Mhmm!" Serena nodded.

"Serena . . ." the older woman sighed.

"Haruka, I'm okay. I really am," Serena stated sadly. Haruka reached forward and grasped her lover's hand, rubbing her thumb over the knuckles,

"You don't have to lie. I won't consider you weak if you want to cry."

Serena opened her mouth to respond, but she spotted the waitress coming their way so she snatched her hand back and cleared her throat. Haruka was a bit stunned by the sudden action and withdrew her hand with hesitance and smiled wryly.

"Here is your plate of salad and cheesy breadsticks," the brunette waitress beamed. Haruka thanked her and she turned to go but stopped,

"By any chance are you two together? Sorry, I couldn't help but notice the holding of the hands."

"Uh . . . No, we're not together," Serena stated. Now that, Haruka couldn't help but raise her eyebrows in alarm. The waitress could only smile,

"I think it's cute, you two."

"Huh?"

"Your relationship, it's cute. If only my dope of a boyfriend were as loyal as you two, I'd be happier every morning," the waitress smiled.

"But we're not -" Serena replied but was cut off with a sad smile from the waitress,

"Don't ever doubt your relationship. It's beautiful in its own way and you should be proud of it."

" . . ."

"Well, I have other customers. I hope you enjoy your meal," and then the waitress left.

"Sorry Haruka," Serena whispered. Haruka looked up from her breadsticks,

"What for?"

"Everything," Serena said. The older woman continued to chew on her bread,

"I'm jealous."

"Of what?" the blonde princess wondered.

"Of that lady. She easily convinced you where I couldn't. Do you want to marry her now?"

Serena just laughed, "You get jealous too easily, Haruka. Makes me wonder if I'm dating a woman or an immature child."

"I hope an immature child, that way I can get away with anything," Haruka smirked. Serena smirked back,

"But an immature child can't get away with calling a grown woman their lover. It's unheard of!"

The sandy blonde stop mid-bite and smiled, continuing to eat,

"Oh well, sacrifices have to be made."

Serena just grumbled, she thought she had it, apparently she didn't think things through. Smiling, she shrugged it off. There was always next time.