Hello! I've wanted to write a Haruka/Michiru fic for some time, but right now I think is the first time in a while I've set out to write with a specific idea for a one shot. I hope this turns out well, just as I hope you enjoy it. This will probably just be a two shot, though. But enough talk, more action, right? Well, here it is! Enjoy!

I needn't state how Sailor Moon isn't owned by me and what have you, do I?

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"Mom, I Want to Introduce you to Someone…"

Da Games Elite

Part 1 – The Kaioh Family

The rhythmic rocking between the two bodies as they held each other close in each others arms, the passion in their lips and mouths as two became one, was enough to let the world around the blue haired beauty and her formidable prince charming die down in the background, disappear around them as though it were never to be or never had been. All that was and would be was there in their arms, in their hearts, in their very souls. The soft flesh of Michiru Kaioh's arms gave way to Haruka Tenoh's strong fingers as she dragged them across her lover's gentle body, toned from swimming, yet unable to ever rid herself of the gentle softness of a woman's body.

"Uh, Haruka-papa?"

The moment died almost as soon as it had begun. The passion seemed to fizzle out rather than crescendo, and Haruka Tenoh, race car driver, track star, and now officially adoptive "father", glanced over at her 8 year old short dark haired daughter, Hotaru, as she stared at the two fully dressed women, her parents, as they clung together, so deep in their passion for one another they had forgotten to lock the door, or ask Setsuna, down in her study, to ensure Hotaru didn't walk in to see them in this position.

Haruka pushed herself up, brushing her short sandy hair out of her eyes. Likewise, Michiru pushed herself off of her mattress, gently pulling her unrestrained blue locks behind her shoulders, in a more appropriate manor in front of the girl whom was now legally her daughter. Haruka was only grateful that Hotaru hadn't in on them in a more compromising position. "Uh, hey there, my princess," Haruka stammered, awkwardly.

"What were you two doing?" Hotaru asked, cocking her head in confusion.

"Never you mind. Just, uh, kissing," Haruka said, figuring that excuse wasn't too far off from the truth, as they were indeed kissing, albeit Haruka had planned to go to the next step beyond that. Why hadn't she told Setsuna to keep Hotaru in one damn room, anyway?

"Oh, okay. It looked like you two were in pain or something."

"Hotaru, you did have a reason for coming in like this, right?" Michiru asked, in her soft, gentle voice, so much like the sea that Haruka adored so dearly.

"Yeah," Hotaru said, "Setsuna wanted me to send you guys a message."

"Why didn't Setsuna just come up herself?" Haruka asked, remembering Hotaru's third legal parent, Setsuna, Sailor Pluto, the Soldier of Time and Space.

"Well, she would've, but she was looking at an old photo album."

"A photo album?" Haruka asked, "Michiru, one of your albums, I guess?"

"Well, I have a few dozen downstairs," Michiru replied, shrugging, "Hotaru, did you get a good look at which one she was looking at?"

"Well, yeah, that's why she sent me up," Hotaru replied, "She wanted me to ask you guys about your parents."

Haruka glanced at Michiru, now blushing deep red. Her parents. For all the time they had been dating, Haruka had never once encountered Michiru's parents. She had never put much thought into it, and, after all, they had only been dating for about a year now. They had first met, after all, when Haruka's powers as Sailor Uranus, the Soldier of the Air, were just beginning to awaken. Michiru had most graciously aided her in her awakening, Michiru herself being the Soldier of the Sea, Sailor Neptune. The fact was, by this point, she was surprised Michiru had never even mentioned her parents. Well, it wasn't like Haruka mentioned her own parents too often either, but that was a different story altogether.

"Oh, she's looking at one of my childhood albums?" Michiru asked, blushing slightly, "They were so sloppily prepared."

"You're worried about the composition of the albums rather than the actual contents? Isn't that personal information Setsuna's just fingering through?" Haruka asked, mildly surprised by her girlfriend's reaction.

"Well, I don't mind if Setsuna knows about my parents or not. I'm more upset about the balance on each of those pages! Just so off-key, and the pictures themselves are so unsophisticated."

"Michiru-mama, the album is beautiful," Hotraru replied, "All of your stuff is."

"Aw, thanks sweetie," Michiru replied, beaming slightly.

Haruka, figuring that her moment of passion wasn't going to just spring back any time now, pushed herself off of her bed as she ran a hand through her sandy hair. "Can I see the album?"

"Sure," Michiru replied, nonchalantly.

Haruka approached the doorway, only for Hotaru to cling to her side. It was ironic. Just six months ago, six short months ago, Haruka had tried to kill that poor girl to prevent the arrival of Sailor Saturn, the Soldier of Death and Destruction. How amazing a few months could do to change one's perspectives. And yet, a few weeks ago, she had dealt with Galaxia, and needed to dirty her hands yet again with the blood of her comrades, with her very housemates! Thank God Usagi was able to reverse the damage she had done, but even so, just seeing her little daughter smile sent a wave of guilt up Haruka's spine.

Not like she'd show it, of course.

Haruka became aware of the presence of her blue haired soul mate behind her as she hopped down the stairs behind her. She was dressed in a set of comfortable baby-blue pajamas, the fuzzy interior both comfortable to the aqua haired artist and lovely to behold in the eyes of the sandy haired lesbian. Oh, how she loved that beautiful Michiru, her soft gentle curves, her elegant face.

As they walked to the living room where the tall Setsuna sat crouched over a book, her dark emerald hair running over her back, Haruka caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. She looked like crap. Sure, she was in the best shape physically in her life, but she had dark bags under her eyes from a lack of sleep. She had been training for a rather intense race that was due to occur in a few months, and had, as a result, been exhausted half of the time, on top of her other responsibilities as a student of Mugen Academy. All in all, right now, life stunk. Michiru and her little Princess were the only things that really were supplying Haruka any sort of joy these past few days.

Setsuna wasn't helping matters.

"Michiru, I found a rather curious image of you in this book," Setsuna replied, in her signature lofty, almost celestial, tone.

"Oh? What is—oh! My 8th birthday party!" Michiru cooed, a girly smile on her lips, "I almost remember that moment."

Haruka leaned in for a closer examination of the image. There Michiru was, center stage in front of a large group of young guests, playing her violin like the professional she was today. It was strange; Michiru hadn't changed at all. Even as a child no older than Hotaru, she was the sweet angel Haruka loved. Her blue hair, now long and flowing, was shoulder length, like Hotaru's, only wavier. Her eyes were closed in serene concentration, and Haruka could almost hear the melody being exuded from the instrument.

"There's my parents." Michiru pointed out two adults in the front of the audiences, a look of pride upon their faces. Haruka couldn't see them clearly as their faces were slightly blurred. However, it was that image that inspired Haruka to speak.

"I've never met your parents before, Michiru," Haruka replied, "When will I?"

Michiru stopped cold. She remained silent for a moment or two before turning to face Haruka, a look of surprise upon her face. "Oh, are you sure you've never met them?"

"Nope. Never."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you met them at one of my concerts. Forgive me. Uh, but wait a second, Haruka. I've never met your parents either."

"My parents?" Haruka reflected on her own parents, both off in Osaka, far away from the two of them, out of their reach. Surely Michiru wasn't suggesting Haruka brought her to see them? No, certainly not. After all, it wasn't like it was at all doable, right? Surely they had big plans for the holidays or something like that. Why would Haruka need to explain that she was living with another woman to them, that she had deflowered herself so readily at the young age of 17, that she was no longer their precious, innocent daughter?

"Why don't we meet them, Haruka?" Michiru asked.

"I have grandparents?" Hotaru asked, curiously.

Setsuna seemed mighty proud of herself. Haruka glared at her through her narrowed eyes. She was planning something, wasn't she? Maybe Haruka was just being paranoid, but she knew Setsuna knew that this would all happen the moment she picked up those books! Damn her! Haruka repressed her frustration, and focused rather on her Goddess lover. Her eyes were so determined, so deep like the sea. She couldn't say no to that face.

"Well, let's met yours, too," Haruka replied, well aware that Michiru couldn't resist Haruka's gaze, just as Haruka couldn't resist Michiru.

Michiru grimaced. "Alright. No problem. Your parents first."

"No, yours."

"How about we flip a coin?" Setsuna asked, withdrawing a quarter from her pocket, "Haruka—no, Michiru, heads or tails?"

"Heads."

Setsuna flipped the coin, catching it in her palm. She opened her hand up, smiled slightly, and whispered, "Tails."

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Haruka felt so comfortable behind the wheel of a car. Sure, she wasn't REALLY supposed to be driving, but thanks to her foreign license, she could do whatever she wanted behind the wheel. She did love technicalities like that allowing her to experience the great bounties of the open road. With Michiru at her side, and Setsuna and Hotaru behind her, she felt calmer already about meeting Michiru's parents.

They were living out of the city in a small development for the rich and powerful. Michiru's parents were the proud owners of a series of concert halls, instrumental societies, and art museums where the higher up members in society could go for some classy entertainment. Naturally, as far as Haruka could tell, their influence was one of the reasons her darling Michiru had become a teenage wonder in the field of classical music. It helped to know people in the business.

"Are we there yet?" Haruka asked, curiously.

"Almost," Michiru replied, "You are such a child sometimes."

Haruka flashed her one of her rather handsome grins. "You don't say that during the nights we spend—

"Don't talk like that in front of Hotaru, Haruka," Setsuna replied, tensely.

"Oh, right!" Haruka blushed deep red. She kept forgetting about their daughter. She mustn't think that way anymore. She wasn't alone with Michiru making funny jokes anymore. She was, for all intents and purposes, Hotaru's father. She needed to behave like one if she wished for Hotaru to give her any respect. As opposed to her own father, the bastard.

"Left turn, Haruka!"

"Oh, right." Haruka pulled down a cobblestone street toward a rather large, elaborate house, four stories high, beautiful slanted roofs over every window, an elegant fence, beautiful things that Haruka doubted could be bought on her budget as a racer. Just what did Michiru's parents do for a living, and how could she convince Setsuna to move into that line of business for her?

"We're here," Michiru cheered, exiting the car. She was dressed in a rather tasteful sparkling dress that reminded Haruka of the sky. Funny, since that was essentially Uranus's element. Haruka was dressed in her favorite formal attire: a tuxedo. Haruka assumed that Michiru had never told her parents about her, so Haruka figured it was best if she looked like a man in order to lessen the shock of her true identity. That and, of course, she loved screwing around with people, making them think she was a guy when she really wasn't. It always sent a warm spark of joy through her heart when that happened.

The quartet approached the Kaioh family's door, and Michiru, feeling brave, tapped her knuckles on the door. A minute, maybe two, passed before the door opened. There, in the open threshold, was a woman. A beautiful woman at that with elegant blue hair a mere shade darker than her daughter's own locks. Simply looking at this woman, Haruka saw Michiru twenty-five years older, and knew that the future was bright. Michiru beamed at her mother, saying in a light hearted tone, "Hello, mother."

"Michiru? Is that—oh my God! You've grown so much since I last saw you," her mother replied, wrapping her up in her arms, pulling her tightly as Michiru pulled her into an embrace of her own. After a moment of comfort, Michiru's mother noticed the entourage of people behind her. "Friends of yours?" Mrs. Kaioh asked, confused.

"I'm Haruka Tenoh," Haruka replied, "And I'm—"

"Mother, there's a reason I came here today," Michiru interrupted, overshadowing Haruka's voice.

"A reason?" Michiru's mother glanced over at Haruka, then at Michiru, then back at Haruka again. The gears in her mother's head began to turn. Haruka could see that much already. It was when her mother's lips twisted into a proud grin that Haruka grew confused. Proud your daughter was a lesbian? How awkward was that? "This is your boyfriend, isn't it?"

"Pffft!" Haruka giggled to herself as Hotaru glanced up at her, curiously.

"What's wrong, Haruka-papa?" Hotaru asked.

Mrs. Kaioh beckoned for them to enter, leading them into the entrance hall of their downright massive mansion. There was no other way of referring to it as anything other than a damn palace! Haruka felt inadequate looking at the large chandelier, the fountains lining the wall, the great statues and suits of Samurai armor lining the fountains. What family did Michiru belong to, anyway? Why were they so damn rich!?

Michiru's mother finally led them into a rather comfortable living area. She gestured toward a lovely red sofa, where the quartet decided to take their seats. Mrs. Kaioh's thin smile and pale blush filled her face as she glanced at the other half of Michiru's party. "Who're you? Friends?"

"It's complicated," Setsuna replied.

"Everything always is," Mrs. Kaioh replied, in an all-knowing tone. She glanced up at the ceiling, and called out, "Yusuke! We have a visitor! Yusuke!"

"I'll be right down, Yumi! Hang on a second!"

"Come down soon! Michiru's brought a guy home!"

Again, Haruka couldn't help but laugh silently to herself. This laughter was increased upon hearing the sound of footsteps beating against the ceiling as her father darted down to the ground floor, staring wide-eyed at his daughter and Haruka. He didn't look much like Michiru. He had plain dark hair, a relatively pale complexion, not like his daughter at all. Michiru must've inherited her looks from her mother. That was probably a good thing.

"Alright, who're you three?" Michiru's father, Yusuke Kaioh, asked, anxiously.

"I'm Setsuna, this is Hotaru, and that's Haruka," Setsuna explained, hastily, "And I think that Hotaru and I should give you four a bit of alone time. Come along, Hotaru."

"Oh, okay."

As Setsuna ushered their daughter out of the room, Haruka found herself alone with Michiru's parents. She felt her heart beat against her ribs as Yusuke, Mr. Kaioh, took a seat directly across from her. She swallowed anxiously as she nodded, struggling to look calm. "Hi there," Haruka said in a flat voice. Mr. Kaioh didn't respond.

"So, you must tell us everything about this young boy," Mrs. Kaioh said, smiling, "Did you two meet at Mugen Academy?"

"Yes, sort of," Michiru replied, "Listen, mom, dad, there's something I need to tell you about Haruka here."

"Have you made my daughter pregnant?" Mr. Kaioh snapped at Haruka, a death glare in his eyes. All at once, Haruka broke down into laughter. She couldn't take it anymore. The idea of her impregnating Michiru was simply one she found all too funny for words. Mr. Kaioh, however, didn't share her amusement of the situation. "Just what's so funny? What's so damn amusing about that, huh?"

Haruka controlled herself, still giggling a little before speaking. "Nothing, sir. It's just funny because that I can't impregnate Michiru even if I wanted to."

"And why is that exactly?" Mrs. Kaioh asked, her former look of joy giving way to confusion, "Are you infertile?"

"No, that's not it; it's because I have ovaries," Haruka replied, a small grin on her lips.

There was a moment of silence before Haruka realized what she had just said. She hunched forward, running a hand through her hair, sweat on her brow. She glanced over at Michiru. She had wanted to say that to her parents, wanted to tell her the truth about who she really was, and Haruka had just spoiled her moment to release all that tension into the air. Sighing, Haruka declared, sitting up, "I'll just go get us a few glasses of—"

"Sit down," Mr. Kaioh snapped.

"Yes sir."

Michiru glanced up at her parents, a pleading glint in her eyes. "Yeah, well, that's what I wanted to tell you. I have a girlfriend. I'm a—a—"

"A lesbian?" Michiru's mother finished, a note of concern on her face.

"Well, yes," Michiru replied, frowning slightly.

"How long have you known, exactly?" Michiru's mother asked.

"A few months now. Like for the past year."

"You've been dating for a year and you haven't told us?" Mr. Kaioh asked, surprised.

"I was just worried that—"

"Worried we wouldn't accept you?" Mrs. Kaioh stammered, blushing deep red.

"Well, yeah, exactly," Michiru replied, frowning.

Her mother shook her head in disbelief. "Michiru, when have I ever implied I wouldn't full heartedly accept anything you do in this world? Lesbian? That's fine in my books. You aren't into drugs, smoking all the time, stealing, killing. There are worse things in the world than being a lesbian. Don't worry about telling us that sort of thing. The next time you're worried about something like that, just tell us. We'll be here for you. It's better than just bottling everything up inside, right Yusuke?"

"Why're you wearing a suit?" Mr. Kaioh interrogated Haruka.

"Yusuke…"

"I like tuxedos," Haruka replied, blushing, "It's a pretty expensive tux, too."

"And why aren't you acting like a girl?"

"Yusuke, stop, for Michiru's sake."

"Gender roles suck, that's why."

"So are you a transvestite or something?"

"Yusuke!" Mrs. Kaioh's shrill voice distracted everyone from Haruka, in particular Mr. Kaioh. He stared at his wife for a prolonged period of time before she finally asked, in a tone most unsetting for someone who just shouted at the top of her lungs, "Aren't you happy for Michiru?"

Mr. Kaioh glanced over at his daughter, and, with his weary eyes, murmured, "I'm fine with whatever gender you're dating. At least I know you won't find yourself pregnant over this girl."

"This girl? I've been demoted to this girl?" Haruka murmured.

Michiru, however, seemed satisfied by her parent's response. Her eyes began to sparkle as she brushed aside her own tears, staring in awe at her father and mother. "Mother, I—"

"Don't you worry about a thing, Michiru. No matter what happens, you'll always be my daughter."