It'd been two years since their last battle, peace had come and it seemed as if it would stay until Crystal Tokyo was born. Even in these moments, where she was surrounded by the ones she loved, watching Hotaru laugh, Setsuna joke along with the inner senshi as they teased the young girl about a school yard crush, Haruka shaking her head in disapproval as no one would ever be good enough for their dear Hime. Michiru could not find it in herself to laugh along, so she smiled that soft demure smile, and when one of the other girls meet her eyes with questionary looks, she would tip her head and smile brighter. She never let on to the thoughts she held inside. She never spoke to Haruka about her desire. The only person she had spoken to, was the one person who she shared a silent conversastion with now, her future Queen.

It was about six months ago when Usagi had confronted her, of course Usagi had done so under the guise of having tea with the aquanette. Usagi was not as dull as she pretended to be, she'd give the girl that much. She'd seen right through Michiru, and had asked her out to tea after a get together, of course everyone had wanted to join, but Usagi had calm stated that she wished to have tea with just Michiru. Something Michiru was thankful to her for. Usagi had been patient, and kind, as she always was, she never out right asked what clouded Michiru's eyes with saddness. She simply stated how much Hotaru had grown and how she, herself, could not deal with the lose of motherhood so quickly.

Michiru had lost her smile at those words, pretense gone from the usually composed woman. She had turned away from Usagi then, looking out at the people passing on the street, her knuckles turning white as she clutched the tea cup. Only turning back to the other woman, when Usagi placed her hand over Michiru's and gentle pushed the tea cup back to the table so it wouldn't spill. Usagi had smiled at her then, Michiru remembered her words, " There is a way... Outside of this world for you to have your desire, Michiru." Michiru had been so taken back by those words, her mouth simply dropped open in confusion, before she'd managed to stutter out, "H-how?"

So here they sat six months later and Michiru still hadn't brought up her desire to her lover, for which she was currently being silently reprimanded for by her Queen. She smiled at Usagi, a real, kind smile and hoped that it showed the other woman how much she appreciated her knowledge. She would bring up her desire to Haruka tonight. It was time, she could no longer wait. Haruka wouldn't have any race's for a while, Setsuna was taking Hotaru to Italy to study abroad, now was the perfect time. Michiru looked down and away from the rest of the women around her, a soft secretive smile taking hold of her lips.

Michiru smiled as Haruka wrapped an arm around her waist as they saw Hotaru and Setsuna off. The meeting today was a farewell party until they returned. She had hugged the younger girl, kissing the top of her head and telling her to write and call when she had the time and that she would miss her. Haruka had done the same and there were tears of course, Haruka really didn't want the young woman to go. They had only returned home once the plane had taken off.

Michiru walked into Hotaru's old nursery, she rarely visited this room. More recently though, she'd been drawn to it. She had taken to painting in the room. Always scenes of childrens toys cast about the floor around the crib, there was even a painting that was covered now, as she couldn't bare to look at it. An empty crib was in the center of it, a faceless woman stared down into the crib, her hand taking hold of the small plush blanket with in, fingers clenched around the fabric, tears falling upon her hand. Michiru knew that the woman in the painting was her, that's why she couldn't finish it, it would be like acknowledging her fear.

Michiru ran her hand over the crib railing, a small smile on her lips. What would Haruka say? What if Hotaru had been enough for her? What if Haruka didn't want a child with her? Michiru knew that Haruka loved her, even if the other woman didn't say it in so many words, her actions screamed it. Michiru jumped slightly at the knock behind her.

"I thought I'd find you here." Haruka's voice was soft and Michiru was appreciative of it as it didn't disturb the peace. Michiru turned and smiled at the other woman.

"I was just thinking of painting." It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the true reason she'd come here. It was now or never. " Haruka, how would you feel about having baby?" She paused, watching her loves expression. Haruka's eye's widened slightly, teal eyes flashing shock, "Our time with Hotaru had been cut so short." Michiru knew her voice betrayed her in that moment, because Haruka was in front of her in two long strides, arms wrapping around her and pushing her against the crib.

"M-Michiru, is that really what you want? A baby?" Haruka's voice sounded foreign to her ears, the normally overly confident woman sounded so unsure of herself. Before Michiru could reply, Haruka spoke again, "I can't give you that, can I?" Haruka's hold tighened around her.

Michiru wrapped her arms around the other womans waist. " There is a way Haruka." Michiru clutched Haruka's shirt. "Usagi-chan told me of a way." She felt Haruka's arms loosen, looking up she was met by intense teal eyes filled with questions. "Our star seeds. With our love we can join them and create a new one that would then become our child, only senshi can do this."

"Koneko-chan told you this?" Haruka's eyes never left her face, the uncertianty shining brightly. "Are you sure? That I can give you this?" Michiru could tell that Haruka was having to process this knew knowledge. Haruka had never denied Michiru anything if she could help it. It was one of the ways Michiru knew how deeply Haruka loved her.

Michiru nodded, she wasn't sure what else she could say as she felt the other woman step away from her. She watched as Haruka looked around the room, watched as those teal eyes locked on to the covered painting. Michiru went to step forward, to stop Haruka from grabbing the cover and pulling it from her canvas. " No." Even she could hear the crack in her voice. It was to late, the sheet fluttered to the floor.

" Michiru" Haruka's voice was soft as she stared at the convas, she knew what it was as soon as she laid eyes on it. Michiru's pain, her dream, her greatest desire.