I do not own the sailor moon characters, though I do own Hana.

Warning: this story is about Haruka and Michiru, they are a lesbian couple. so if you don't like it then don't read it.

Waves of rain rushed from the heavens and splattered against anything in its path, being closely chased by jagged bolts of lightening and roaring thunder.

A lone figure sighed as she made her way across the dark room to stare out at the window, the phone call she had received earlier still weighing on her mind.

'why did she call me? Last time we spoke she said that I was a freak who deserved to die.' These thoughts where running through her head at such a pace that she didn't notice when her adoptive daughter walked into the room.

"Haruka-Papa? Are you alright?" The seven year old asked, calling the blonds attention back to reality.

"Huh? What? Oh hey Hime-Chan. What are you doing up?" the seventeen year old asked as she stood from where she was seated at the window and stretched.

"The storm kept me up." the child answered, deciding to drop the questions since she knew that Haruka was really zoned out about something, though what it was she wasn't sure.

"This weather would keep a deaf elephant up, not that it matters much to me since I have to stay awake until Setsuna and Hana get here." The blond teen replied as she ruffled the child's hair.

"Papa? Who's Hana?" Hotaru asked, confusion evident in her voice and the racer sighed as she heard Setsuna's car pull into the driveway.

"Go fetch Michiru. You're about to find out." came the soft reply.

Haruka felt her heartbeat quicken as she heard the soft voice that sounded so much like her own near the door.

'Please let her like me.' Haruka pleaded silently as she watched as the door opened.