Here is a fanfic I wrote recently.  I hope you enjoy it, and please send
me comments.  As always, the characters aren't mine, but the story is. 
Here it comes! 


The Kaioh family comes for a visit?  An unexpected revelation.  

A Sailor Moon Fanfic by Ilana Tavan

	"Haruka, are you home?" 
	"I'm in here," replied the blonde, splashing water on her face. 
When she opened her eyes again Michiru was standing behind her offering a
towel.  "What's up?"  Michiru handed her the tie she had left on a chair a
few minutes before. 
	"You'd better put that back on.  My parents are due here in ten
minutes, and they think you're a boy."  She kissed Haruka's ear and walked
out of the bathroom, ignoring the wide-eyed expression of surprise on her
partner's face. 
	"They're coming here?" demanded Haruka after a moment.  "To this
apartment?  We've never had guests here, not even Usagi-chan.  What's
going on?" 
	"They called from the train station while you were out.  I
couldn't say no, they're my parents."  Michiru began unpacking groceries. 
Haruka entered the kitchen and leaned against a counter, watching her
movements.  "I haven't seen them in a few years, since before I knew I was
Neptune."  She found a tray and set it on the counter.  "They also think
you have an apartment uptown." 
	"Let me get this straight," Haruka said, putting on her Mugen
Gakuen jacket she had been holding.  "Your parents, who you haven't seen
in a few years, are here in Tokyo and are coming to visit us?" 
	"And my sister."
	"Your sister?"  Michiru nodded.  "They think I'm some male friend
of your who lives somewhere else?"  Michiru nodded again.  "Are we seeing
each other?  Do you like me?  Do I like you?  Will they wonder why I've
got as many pairs of shoes by the door as you?  Do they know who I am?"  
	"They know I met the famous racer Tenoh Haruka when I came to
Mugen after my concert tour.  They'll figure out pretty quickly that
you're special to me."  Haruka sighed and sat down in a chair.  "It's not
that bad.  I'm sure they'll like you."  Michiru began filling a kettle
with water. 
	"What are their names?"
	"Hmm?"
	"Your parents and sister.  What are their names?"  Michiru looked
up from the water in surprise.  "You've never mentioned them before." 
	"Oh."  Michiru set the kettle on the stove to heat..  "I didn't
realize.  My sister's name is Keiko.  My mother is Sachiko and my father
is Shin.  He's a businessman in Kyoto.  Keiko wants to be an English
teacher when she graduates college." 
	"Any other family I should know about before they walk in the
door?"  Bitterness crept into Haruka's voice.  Michiru left the stove to
put her hands on Haruka's shoulders, followed quickly by a hug. 
	"I never meant to leave you out if this aspect of my life.  If
we'd had more time before the enemy struck...If we had a normal
relationship..." 
	"If we had a normal relationship?" interrupted Haruka.  "We would
probably never have met.  You would still be off touring, and I wouldn't
have to know all this so suddenly." 
	"Haruka..."  The tea kettle whistled as the doorbell rang. 
	"You answer the door.  I'll bring the tea."  She pushed Michiru in
the direction of the door.  "Oh, Michiru," she said while pouring water
into cups, not looking at her lover.  "I live here too." 
	"If that's how you want it, Haruka-kun," said Michiru with a
laugh, disappearing around the corner.  Soon Haruka heard greetings and
movement.  She placed the tea on the tray Michiru had left out and added a
plate of cookies. 
	"Kaioh Shin of Kyoto, eh?  Businessman indeed.  No wonder she has
so much money."  Haruka shook her head in bewilderment and lifted the
tray. 
	"So, Michiru, where's that nice young man you've told us so much
about?" asked a female voice as Haruka entered the reception room. 
	"Haruka is bringing tea, and I don't remember telling you
anything." 
	"Haruka?  Is it that kind of relationship that you can call him
that?" demanded a younger female voice.  "You must be very close."  The
voice was curious and teasing. 
	"Keiko, don't embarrass your sister like that," the older voice
scolded.  "Where are your manners?" 
	Haruka drew a deep breath and slid aside the door, stepping into
the tatami-matted room with a smile on her face.  She held the tray in
both hands and bowed at the waist.  "It is a pleasure to meet you," she
said, speaking with the most formal of language.  "I am called Tenoh
Haruka.  I apologize for inconveniencing you with having to wait for the
tea."  She set the tray on the table before Michiru and kneeled on the
empty pillow beside her. 
	"Doesn't he have nice manners?" Michiru's mother whispered to her
elder daughter. "You could do worse than imitate him." 
	Michiru passed around tea as they studied each other.  Michiru's
father was a big man with graying hair and blue eyes.  He wore a plain
unassuming black suit.  He had laugh lines around his eyes, and he looked
kind.  Not what Haruka had been expecting of one of the most ruthless
businessmen in Japan.  Michiru's mother had the air of old money and
proper manners.  Her hair was tied up in a bun on her head and diamonds
glinted at her ears and throat.  Keiko, the sister, seemed to be the rebel
of the family.  She wore ripped jeans and a grungy t-shirt with the
English words 'eat me' written in red across her chest.  She also had six
earrings in each ear, to complement her hair.  Half of her head was
shaved, and the other was red, purple, green and blue stripes.  Haruka
considered the idea that Michiru's parents wanted to show their older
daughter how one should dress and act, but dismissed the idea.  Here
Michiru was living with a female lover after all. 
	Silence reigned until Michiru broke it, stilling the cookie
munching and tea sipping by speaking.  "What brings you to Tokyo?" 
	"Well," began her father, "We heard that your school had blown up,
and wanted to make sure you had managed to avoid it.  Not that we advocate
skipping school, or anything like that, of course."  Haruka and Michiru
exchanged a look. 
	"We managed to avoid most of the excitement," Haruka said.  "But
since our school has been destroyed, and it's so difficult to apply to
schools during the regular year, we thought we would go on a road trip for
a while, until next term perhaps." 
	"That sounds like a splendid idea."  He paused and regarded
Haruka.  "Tenoh-kun.  I recognize that name from somewhere." 
	"Well of course, Dad," broke it Keiko.  "He's only like the most
popular Formula One racer right now!  He's the richest underage kid to hit
the track, and he's burning it up.  He's not even supposed to be driving,
but they made an exception because he was so good."  
	Haruka lowered her head.  "You exaggerate, Kaioh-san.  I'm not
that good at all." 
	"Call me Keiko!  I'm so honored to meet you.  Can I have an
autograph to show all my friends?  They would just die to know my little
sister's going out with you."  She reached out and grabbed Haruka's hand. 
Haruka looked up in surprise into the earnestness of the girl's eyes. 
	"Well, I think I can arrange more than just an autograph," she
said smoothly, turning on her charm.  "How would you like to ride with me
sometime?  We could try to break some speed records."  She took Keiko's
hand in hers and smiled into the bright green eyes.  
	"Wow," responded Keiko, her eyes glassy and her voice far away. 
"I'd love to." 
	"Haruka."  They froze.  Haruka turned away from the sister with a
slightly guilty look on her face, her hand slipping away from Keiko's. 
"Really.  In our own apartment..." 
	"What?" her mother nearly shrieked.  "You live here together?" 
	Haruka turned from Michiru to her mother, charm once more oozing
out of every pore.  "Could you cause unhappiness in your daughter,
Kaioh-san?  Neither could I.  Please, blame me for this outrage.  I was
the weak-willed one who suggested we do this to save your daughter from
the pain of not seeing me as often as she liked.  It is my fault."  She
lowered her head. 
	"Laying it on a little thick there, aren't you?" whispered Michiru
to her lover.  "Any more and I'd be in tears from the memory." 
	"You are a very considerate man, Tenoh-kun," said Michiru's
father, not noticing the whispered exchange.  "I am glad my daughter has
found someone such as you to be with." 
	"Thank you for the compliment, sir, though I am unworthy of it." 
	Haruka jerked up into a straight sitting position, her eyes
looking over the shoulder of the person in front of her.  "The high
school," she whispered.  She blinked out of her revery and stood.  "If you
will excuse me for a moment, in the pleasure of meeting you I have
forgotten a previous appointment.  I will return shortly."  Michiru looked
ready to stand, but Haruka put a hand to her shoulder and held her down.
"Relax, Michiru, I'll handle this.  It's only leftovers, after all."  She
walked confidently out the door, all eyes following her until they heard
the front door close behind her.  Michiru turned back to her family and
smiled.
	"That was a little odd," commented her father.  "Does he always do
that when company is present?" 
	"Certainly not.  I just didn't have that much warning of your
arrival, and Haruka had even less.  Haruka's schedule is rather busy
sometimes with races and meetings."  There was a pause in the
conversation. 
	"Well, he seems like a nice enough young man," said her mother. 
"Well rounded and polite.  You said he plays piano?" 
	"That was me.  I'm a member of his fan club.  I know everything
about him.  His birthday, his sign, his blood type, what kind of car he
prefers, everything." 
	"Keiko, why are you so interested in Haruka?" Michiru asked, her
curiosity piqued. 
	"Don't worry, Sis, I'm not trying to steal him or anything.  I
think he's really nice." 
	"I'm glad you approve.  Haruka and I are planning on being
together for a while." 
	"So, Sis, are you two sleeping together?"  "Keiko!"  Michiru's
mother was outraged again, glaring at her elder daughter. 
	"Oh, come on, Mom.  You're going to have to find out sooner or
later.  Why not now? Ne, Michiru, tell us." 
	"Haruka is a very special person to me." 
	"'A very special person?' You sound like a shojo manga character! 
I can almost see the hearts at the end of your sentences and the flowers
floating around your head.  Think of something more original." 
	"I'm sorry for disappointing you, Keiko, but that's how I feel. 
Now, shall we move into the other room?" 


	Michiru leaned against the back of the green couch that had come
with the apartment and sighed.  Her mother and sister were arguing again. 
They never seemed to get along.  Her father sat with them, an expression
of stoicism on his face.  He was used to this.  They had been in this room
for over an hour now, and there was no sign that the argument would end
any time soon.  There was also no sign of Haruka.  Michiru had told
herself not to worry, but she knew that half of her attention was
listening for the door to open and Haruka's steps coming down the hall. 
	The enemies they had been fighting these last two weeks since the
destruction of Mistress Nine and her stronghold at Mugen Gakuen had all
been careless and stupid.  Without their masters to give orders they were
easy to track and defeat.  It would be simple for one Sailor Warrior like
Uranus to destroy one of them on her own.  She had before, when Neptune
had not gotten there in time.  These were the last ones though.  The
cleanup was nearly complete, and they had decided to leave the rest up to
the other six warriors.  It was time for a well-deserved vacation.  
	Michiru pondered this as she spoke with her family.  She had been
surprised when Haruka hadn't known about them, but she realized now that
they had never had the opportunity to talk about their pasts.  They knew
about their time together one thousand years ago during the Silver
Millennium as Uranus and Neptune, but that wasn't the same as knowing
about Haruka and Michiru.  They were people with lives and pasts, and they
would have to learn about those aspects of each other if they were going
to stay together without relying solely on their past incarnations. 
Hence, reasoned Michiru, we're going on a vacation. 
	"Michiru, tell us how you met Tenoh-kun," asked her father when
the other women quieted down enough for him to be heard. 
	"I saw Haruka racing in a track meet.  Elza, one of my friends was
also competing, and arranged to introduce us.  She thought we'd make a
good match, and she was definitely correct about that."  She smiled.  "I
haven't missed one of Haruka's races since." 
	"Love at first sight, ne, Michiru?"  
	"Just like a comic, Keiko.  I could hear romantic music and see
flowers framing Haruka's face.  I knew that we were destined to be
together from the moment I saw Haruka for the first time" 
	"Are you teasing me?"  
	"Would I do a thing like that?"  She heard the door open and
Haruka's footsteps coming down the hall.  She was moving slower than
usual, but she was probably just tired from the battle. 
	"Michiru?"  Haruka's voice was soft, with pain behind the
question.  Michiru watched her parents' expressions turn from polite
smiles to utter shock as a sickening thud sounded behind them.  She knew
what must be wrong. 
	"Haruka!"  Michiru vaulted over the couch and ran to her lover. 
Haruka lay face down on the floor, holding her stomach, curled up in a
ball.  Blood was leaking through her fingers onto the wood.  "Keiko, get
the first aid kit from the bathroom," she ordered, turning over Haruka to
examine the wound.  She pulled off the jacket and ripped open Haruka's
shirt, exposing her chest and the bloody gash down her side.  "What
happened?  Forget to duck?"  Haruka coughed. 
	"I jumped a little too late.  It's not bad."  Michiru grabbed the
kit from her sister's shaking hands and began cleaning the wound.  "Sss. 
Do you have to do that?" 
	"I'm trying to help.  Now be quiet and let me work."  Haruka shut
her eyes and let Michiru do as she pleased.  Within minutes the bleeding
had been stopped and a bandage applied to the cut.  "It's not as deep as I
first thought.  You shouldn't scar, but you'll probably not be able to get
out of bed for a week."  
	"A week in bed?  Whatever will I do?"  Haruka's eyes glinted
mischievously despite the pain. 
	"You're going to spend it *sleeping*, if I have anything to say
about it."  She glanced briefly at her parents before deciding her sister
would be most helpful.  "Keiko, help me move Haruka into the other room." 
Together the two sisters helped Haruka walk to the bedroom where they
deposited her in bed.  Keiko tiptoed out as soon as she was free of
carrying Haruka.  Michiru found her a clean night-shirt and helped her
into it before pulling the covers up.  "Try to rest."  She turned to go. 
	"Michiru, if you need me..."
	"You're hurt, I can handle anything important." 
	"Your parents?"
	"What about them?"  
	"Normally, I wouldn't notice things like this, but your mother did
not seem happy when you ripped off my shirt."  She coughed again.  When
she opened her eyes she continued, a bit sheepishly.  "Michiru, I'm a
girl." 
	"So?  Haven't we had this conversation before?  There's nothing
wrong with that." 
	Haruka sighed in irritation.  "Michiru, most of the population
hates us because we're both girls.  Most people like us are scared, of the
world of their parents, of being who they are.  I don't care about that
because I'm confidant in who I am, and so are you, but we're not the
majority.  People rarely notice us because I dress like a boy and you like
a girl, but..."
	"You weren't dressed just now...oh no.  You're right.  What am I
going to say?  It just felt so right between us that it didn't matter.  I
never cared that we were both girls." 
	"You could tell them that."  
	"Haruka, you never talk like this.  What's wrong?  Did that
monster hit your head too?" 
	Haruka's sigh of exasperation turned into a cough and tears of
pain.  "Michiru, I'm behind you.  I'm right here.  Go deal with your
parents." 
	"But..."
	"Aren't I allowed a moment free of having to be the butch macho
one?  Can't I be insightful and thoughtful for once?  I'm not as tough as
I put myself out to be." 
	"I know that, but..."
	"Go."  
	Michiru left her lover and opened the door to face her family.  

	Michiru's mother sat on the couch, clutching a handkerchief and
her husband's hand.  Keiko finished up cleaning the mess on the floor and
tossed the bloody towel into the garbage can she'd dragged in from the
kitchen.  Michiru's father had a stern look on his face, unreadable, even
by his daughter.  They all looked up as Michiru walked in.  Keiko was the
first to speak, as usual. 
	"Haruka-kun's a girl?  Neat!  Sleeping with a girl is even cooler
than if you were sleeping with a boy.  She's really built, too.  I
wouldn't have though that considering how well she hides it behind that
shirt, but, wow, you really know how to pick them."  She stuck her tongue
out at her mother.  "See, Mom, I'm not the big disgrace you think I am
compared to her!" 
	"Keiko, you are not a disgrace, and neither is your sister," said
her father.  "You will grow out of your wildness, and Michiru, well..." 
	"It's an abomination," shouted her mother.  "How will I ever have
a grandson?  How will our name continue?  You were a worthless adopted
son, Shin, all you could produce were girls.  Now I find out that my great
name of Kaioh will die with me." 
	"Mother, it's not like that," Michiru began. 
	"You are not my daughter.  I will not have such filth associated
with my name." 
	"Sachiko, calm down.  You thought Tenoh-san was a nice match for
Michiru a moment ago.  What's different now?  You can see how Michiru
cares for her." 
	"I don't care.  Take me home."  
	"Sachiko, you're overreacting.  Let me talk to her."  Her father
stood and faced Michiru.  "Daughter, I just have one thing to ask.  Why?" 
	"I didn't know Haruka was a girl when I first saw her.  Then I got
to know her, and it didn't matter.  I just never thought about it.  It
wasn't important, she was.  We were.  Being with her felt so natural, that
anything else would have felt bad.  You know my instincts are rarely
wrong.  I was simply following them." 
	"You love her?"
	"I would die for her."  
	"If she were male?"
	"It is Haruka I love, not her gender."  
	"Well, you seem truly devoted to her.  You grew up too fast,
Michiru.  I missed your awkward years.  But you're an adult now, as far as
I'm concerned.  Do what you want with your life."  He patted her shoulder
gently. 
	"Thank you."  
	"So, Michiru, how do you do it?"  Keiko asked. 
	"Do what?" 
	"You know.  It's got to be different than with a man.  Certain
'parts,' shall we say, are missing.  I want details." 
	"That's none of your business!" Michiru exclaimed in surprise.  
	"So, you *have* done it.  I knew it!  You're a fast one, Michiru. 
I didn't lose my virginity until I was seventeen, and here you are at
sixteen..." 
	"You devil," cried their mother.  "You're possessed, that's what
it is.  You're coming home with me, and we're going to fix you.  None of
my children would do something like this on their own."  She grabbed
Michiru's hand and began dragging her towards the door.  "Don't worry,
dear.  I'll see that you get fixed.  I won't let this evil have a hold on
you any longer." 
	"Mother, stop.  I don't want to go anywhere.  There's nothing
wrong with me." 
	"That's what they all say, dear.  No one ever suspects until
someone else points out the devil.  Don't worry.  I've fixed a number of
boys with your problem.  You won't feel anything.  You'll be back to
normal any day now." 
	"Sachiko, you're talking to our daughter."  Michiru's father took
hold of his wife and made her let go of Michiru, who quickly retreated
behind her larger sister. 
	"I'll protect you, Sis.  I've seen this happen before.  She'll
calm down in a few weeks.  Just stay out of her way, and don't let her
near Haruka-san." 
	"I'll kill the devil," screamed Michiru's mother, braking free of
her husband to charge at her daughter, her hands raised as claws.  The
door to the bedroom slid open with a crash, revealing a glaring Haruka,
her eyes blazing with fire.  She stepped from the door, holding her
injured side with one hand.  She stood before Michiru, between her and her
mother. 
	"If you lay one finger on Michiru, I will kill you."  Her voice
was low and dangerous.  "I swear it."  The room froze.  Her eyes landed on
everyone in the room.  "That goes for you all.  I will not see Michiru
hurt by anyone, including you."
	"Haruka, leave her.  She doesn't know any better," Michiru
pleaded, clutching her lover's sleeve.  "She doesn't know any better," she
repeated.  Haruka turned her gaze back to her lover, chilling her with the
feral look in her eyes.  "Please, Haruka, she didn't mean it.  Tell her,
Mother.  Tell her you didn't mean it." 
	Sachiko paused in her shrieking, transfixed by Haruka's eyes like
an animal that knows it is about to be attacked.  "You bitch.  You have no
loyalty. You have no honor," she spat.  "You poisoned my daughter." 
	Haruka grabbed Sachiko's shirt front and lifted her off the ground
with one hand.  "You will not hurt Michiru.  If you do, I will hunt you
down and make you pay for your crime."  Sachiko fell to the floor as
Michiru pulled Haruka's fingers apart.  She pulled Haruka's face down and
met her eyes. 
	"Haruka, listen to me.  Listen.  Hear my words.  You are hurt. 
You are in pain.  You need to rest and forget about this.  Go back to bed. 
Nothing will happen to me.  I can take are of myself.  Don't hurt yourself
any more.  I am fine.  There's nothing to protect against.  She doesn't
mean what she says.  She's simply scared.  You go to bed, and I'll calm
her down.  Nothing will happen to me.  Understand?"  Haruka quailed under
Michiru's intense stare, the anger melting away slowly.
	"Nothing will happen?"  
	"Nothing.  They were just leaving."  
	"I have to defend you."  
	"I know."  With a quick gesture Michiru fixed Haruka's wild hair,
moving it into a semblance of its regular place.  The movement seemed to
take the last of the anger from Haruka's eyes.  "Now do you believe me?" 
The pain came back to Haruka before she could answer.  She crumpled to the
floor, clutching her side, Michiru beside her.  "Do you-" Michiru stopped
her own question when Haruka passed out. 

	"Would my dashing hero like some breakfast?"  
	Haruka opened her eyes to behold Michiru dressed in an apron
carrying a tray of food.  "What did I do to become a hero all of a
sudden?"  She struggled into a sitting position against the pillows,
trying to find a position where her side did not hurt quite so much.  She
was having trouble, but Michiru came and handed her a bowl of miso soup
after helping her sit. 
	"You don't remember?"  Michiru was in a happy mood, her voice
light and teasing. She took a seat on the bed beside her lover. 
	"The last thing I remember is jumping on my motorcycle and
trusting that it knew the way home by now, because I was hurting too much
to remember myself."  She sipped the soup carefully.  "Why?"  Michiru's
smile was mischievous. 
	"Well, when my mother threatened to take me home to deprogram me
from liking women, you flung open the door and tried your hardest to beat
her up." 
	"I tried to beat up your mother?  I don't believe it.  What really
happened?" 
	"After you grabbed her, she realized the error of her ways.  She
says she'd never seen any man defend his girlfriend the way you did, and
that your devotion must have come from somewhere.  That somewhere, she
decided, was her daughter's charm and good looks, which had bewitched you,
and made you desire me so much that you wanted to become a man.  This
explains the cross-dressing and male mannerisms in your speech.  There we
have it.  Keiko was in hysterics.  She thinks the whole thing is some
cosmic joke or comic book." 
	"I want to become a man?  That's some rationalization your mother
has created for herself." 
	"As long as she's not threatening to kill either of us and leaves
us it peace, it's fine with me.  She can think anything she wants." 
	"She won't bring up the operation, will she?"  
	"I told her it was too expensive for you right now." 
	"And she offered to finance it?"
	"How did you guess?"  


Fin.


I hope you enjoyed my story.  Please, I would greatly appreciate any
comments or questions you have.  You can e-mail me at
itavan@sophia.smith.edu 
Thank you for reading.  
Ilana Tavan