Hello everyone! As you might have noticed, the tittle is the same as a one-shot collection. It's totally on purpose. This is the 'what happened in between' story. You don't really need to read the one-shots to understand this (at all), but it's the way I planned it. I'm actually thinking about making a saga out of this...

Anyway! This is my theory on how they became more than friends, and it takes place right after episode 111 and right before episode 112.

As usual, I'm broke (really, I am). Sailor Moon characters don't belong to me, they're all property of the one and only Naoko Takeuchi. I'm just borrowing them for a little while...

Since I'm the one writing this, yes, there WILL be sex scenes between girls. Since I cannot post those in here, you'd be provided a link for you to read if you wish to. If not, then just continue to read here.
Haruka and Michiru are lesbians, not cousins. So if you're in anyway uncomfortable with this, don't read. You've been warned!

Enjoy! And as usual, let me know what you think!

No one more than me (Nadie más que yo) - Rosana

In the deepest sea, I hide the sentiment
and if love tide us down, I'd silently spread it around.
I'd make the tenderness go to you in between the waves
and the dew from every sunrise would never find you alone.
I'd let the foam coo you, asleep in my arms,
and I'd be like the wind, kissing your lips.

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Calm oceans would be created in long nights.
Warm sea. Wild sea. Our sea, salty sea.
Ocean in movement, in the worst moment
let us melt in embrace, and let it be the end of all.
There's no perfect love without you.

And like this, no one would love you more than me.
Inside and out of this world, like me.
Maybe you don't see it, or perhaps you don't believe it.
But God knows, when it comes to love,
no one would ever love you more than me.

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In the deepest sea, I'd create a thousand dreams
and let them fall, slowly, as if from heaven itself
in your eyes, closed or opened,
along the years, I'd make them last forever.
I'd make a shelter out of me whenever you're in pain,
because even in the beautiful places
there are sorrows as well.

.

And calm oceans would be created in long nights.
Warm sea. Wild sea. Our sea, salty sea.
Ocean in movement, in the worst moment
let us melt in embrace, and let it be the end of all.
There's no perfect love without you.

And like this, no one would love you more than me.
Inside and out of this world, like me.
Maybe you don't see it, or perhaps you don't believe it.
But God knows, when it comes to love,
no one would ever love you more than me.

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CHAPTER 1

By the time they finally made it to the apartment, it was already late in the night. The silence that welcomed them there was no better than the silence that had engulfed them on their way back home. If anything, it only made the distance between them more evident.

Michiru threw a glance towards her tall fellow Senshi and best friend, biting her lower lip worriedly.

Haruka was awfully quiet. They were both sore and incredibly tired, but never before had her friend acted this... cold.

And the aquamarine haired girl knew her friend was pissed. And she couldn't blame her, not really. She did, after all, break their promise. The one thing they had promised not to do, the one thing she herself had previously scolded her best friend over back at the waterfalls, when she had thought Uranus risked herself in order to save her. But Uranus... no, Haruka... Haruka wasn't like her. Haruka was strong, and always kept her promises. She had kept the one promise Michiru herself had forced upon them.

So of course Haruka was mad at her. Who wouldn't? She did not only break their promise, but by doing so, she had risked everything and everyone. She was so careless! She had risked the mission, herself, and her partner's life in one stupid move. One stupid, weak moment that had shown her just how unfitting she actually was as a Senshi.

In the heat of the battle, either one of them had have any time to think, or even process what had happened. They both just acted, letting all thoughts and regrets and doubts out for the sake of the battle. But on their way home the time to think came, and Michiru was sure Haruka had came to the same conclusion as herself.

She had betrayed her partner, her friend, and risked everything...

She looked up to her blonde friend, now standing by the window; green eyes gazing at some point in the dark velvet sky. Her school blazer and tie both laying carelessly over the couch, the sleeves of her shirt rolled up.

I don't regret it, she told herself.

And it was true. She couldn't find it in her heart to regret her decision. Because her stupid, weak, reckless move had saved Haruka's life. For the shortest period of time, that one move saved the Senshi of the Wind, and she could never, ever, regret that. Even if, in the end, the girl of the Wind had to sacrificed herself in order to get the damned talisman.

And it hadn't even been a decision. Just an impulse. A deep, uncontrolled desire to save Haruka. Only Haruka... Always Haruka...

"Say something," she begged, lowering her gaze, but walking up to her friend.

Nothing.

Nothing but deafening silence. Haruka didn't even turn around to look at her.

And it hurt. Her silence, her indifference... It hurt so much...

"Please, Haruka," she begged again, brokenly.

"Why did you do it?" was the hard, cold question coming from her friend, and Michiru looked up only to see Haruka's back.

"You just walked right through it," Haruka said, now tuning around, dark with anger eyes looking down into her blue ones. "You didn't even listen to me."

"I had to!" Michiru exclaimed, defending herself.

"No, you didn't. I told you to stop!" Haruka retorted, obviously mad. "I told you to stop, and you didn't even listen to me! It was all a trap, and you fell right into it!"

"So did you!" the aquamarine haired girl answered, trying really hard to keep her tears from falling down her cheeks. "You were the one who came for me right after Eudial told you to! You fell into her trap just as well!"

"It's different!" Haruka exclaimed, stepping right in front of the aquamarine haired girl, towering over her frame and looking down on her.

But Michiru didn't back away. No matter how mad Haruka was, she would never back away from her. Specially not now.

"How?" she simply asked, calmed. "How come it's different? You did what you had to do, and so did I!"

"You got yourself killed, Michiru!" the blonde exclaimed, grabbing the other girl by the arms and looking straight into her deep blue eyes. "She pointed that gun at you, took your pure heart out, and killed you! And I couldn't do anything!"

"It doesn't matter now, Haruka!" Michiru said, freeing herself from the blonde's grip. "We knew there were going to be sacrifices, we just never considered us being the owners. But it doesn't matter anymore, we have the talismans, we found the Holy Grail and now we have to..."

"Don't ever do that again, you hear me?" Haruka said, interrupting her. "Never! Promise you won't do something like that, ever again!"

Michiru blinked once, before lowering her gaze; her arms going around her waist, holding herself. "I can't do that..."

"Promise me, Michiru," Haruka insisted.

"I can't!" she finally exclaimed, looking back at her tall blonde friend, crystal tears running down her face. "I'm not you, Haruka! I'm not strong like you! If anything happens to you, I... I can't..." she choked on her own tears, and let out a frustrated sigh. "I'm not you... And I knew you would keep fighting no matter what. I knew you'd be able to find the talismans, and..."

"I'm not that strong!" Haruka said, her own green eyes shining with tears. "Are you really that blind, Michiru?" she asked, as one single tear fell down her cheek. "It wasn't about the talismans! The moment Eudial took you, it stopped being about the damned talismans!" she exclaimed, almost yelling now.

Michiru just blinked at her, frowning, and now it was Haruka's turn to let out a frustrated sigh. Trembling hands going through short blonde hair.

"You just don't get it, do you?" Haruka asked, her voice now a broken whisper. "You just... don't see it..."

"See what?" she asked, desperately searching green eyes. "Haruka, what do you mean? You're not making any sense..."

Haruka laughed at that. It was an ironically sad laugh. One that, for some reason, hurt Michiru more than the previous silence...

"I didn't care about the mission, ok?" the blonde finally exclaimed. "When I saw you there, tied up and unconscious, I didn't even think about the mission or the talismans! How could I? She was threatening to kill you... and then you walked over that bridge, and I begged you to stop but you wouldn't listen to me..."

"She was pointing that gun at you! What did you want me to do?" Michiru defended herself. "And if it turned out you didn't have a talisman? Do you really think she would have given you your crystal heart back?" she asked, now just as mad as her blonde friend. "No, Haruka! She would've let you die! And I couldn't let that happen!"

"So it was ok for you to get killed, instead?"

"Yes! Damn it, Haruka! I was trying to save you! I didn't know we were the owners of the talismans, and I didn't know you were going to have to kill yourself, and I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry, but..."

"Are you even listening to me?" Haruka asked, yelling, interrupting her. "You wanna know why I did it? You wanna know why I shot myself? Sure, by doing it, I was getting the talisman, and I knew Sailor Moon would carry on with the mission. But that wasn't it!" tears were freely falling down her cheeks by now, and Michiru knew she had never seen her friend like this; this shaken, with a combination of fear, pain and exasperation shining in her green eyes. "Because, on that moment, I didn't care! You were dead, Michiru, and I just didn't care about the talismans or the mission or the freaking world anymore, because you were gone! I watched you die, and I couldn't do anything, I couldn't even save you!"

"We both knew in order to get the talismans, the owners would have to die..."

"But not you!" the blonde yelled, interrupting her. "I can't do this without you, ok? I can't... I need you."

"And you think I can? You think I don't need you too?" Michiru asked, crying just as openly as her tall blonde friend. "What are you saying, Haruka? That I should had let her kill you? Is that it? Well, I'm sorry, but I couldn't let her, alright? Damn it, Haruka, I won't ever be able to do that!"

"And I should? How fair is that, Michiru?"

Michiru just looked at her, frowning. Tears cascading down her cheeks. She couldn't understand why Haruka was this mad. She had just tried to save her! Why couldn't she see that? A part of her hated Haruka being a Senshi, putting herself at risk in every single fight they had to face. And she even hated herself for ever searching for the tall blonde girl to follow her in her doomed destiny.

She remembered being so happy at first. Not only because the fights were sometimes too much for her to face alone, but because she had known her. She had heard of Haruka Tenoh before. She had known of her. And just like all the others, and for the first time in her life being just like any other stupid girl, she soon became another Tenoh Fan.

So of course she had been happy when she had finally realized the blonde was not just her new favorite obsession, but her Senshi partner. But then realization hit her, hard on the face. Still knowing the fights were getting harder, the daimons stronger, she had given up her attempts to get the tall girl to accept her destiny.

But then, that day on the tracks... Haruka had simply taken the damned Henshin Wand. Sealing her fate, forever. And Michiru couldn't do anything about that, but she was damn sure she would do anything, anything at all, to save her.

That's why she had pushed her away in the first place. She knew it was a trap, she knew Eudial was planning on killing her. But as long as Haruka was safe, nothing else mattered.

If only she could tell her that... But she couldn't. She couldn't risk losing her... losing her friendship. Even if she wanted so much more than that...

Oh, how she wanted so much more than that! But the damn mission was there, and sometimes she wondered... if it wasn't for it, would Haruka be there with her? Would they be friends at all?

If there was no mission, she would be dedicated to her music, and her blonde friend would be completely focus on her career as a car racer. But those dreams were ruined for them now. They both knew that, and came to terms with it. Their mission was so much more important. The risk to lose this war was so much bigger than the both of them and their silly, worldly dreams.

But Michiru was still unable to stop herself. Even knowing what was at stake; even knowing they couldn't afford to lose, and therefor needed their focus on their mission, even knowing full well all that... she still couldn't help herself...

Because the truth was, Haruka wasn't just her Senshi partner. And she was so much more than just her best friend... so, so much more... even if it wasn't normal. Even if it wasn't allowed. Even if they were both Senshi, with a mission to fulfill.

Even if they were both girls.

Still, Haruka was so much more than that to the aqua girl. How fair was that?

"Nothing is fair about this goddamn situation," she finally said, in a soft, broken whisper. "I'm sorry I broke our promise. But you broke it too the moment to came after me..." she said, with a pleading, broken look upon her face as she searched those green eyes that were looking back at her.

She prayed for Haruka to stop this argument, to stop fighting over this. She was a mess. She was tired, and frustrated, and she felt so incredibly vulnerable right now, she didn't know if she could keep up this argument without exposing herself...

"I told you, it's different," the blonde insisted.

"Why?" Michiru demanded, now incredibly frustrated. Of course it was different! She knew damn well it was, for her, so fucking different... but she just couldn't understand why it was so different for her blonde friend. Why was she being so hard on her? "Why it's so different, Haruka?"

"Because I'm in love with you!" the blonde finally exclaimed.

And the moment those words left her mouth, her green eyes went wide opened, surprised with herself, and her own words betraying her.

Michiru just looked back at her, her own eyes wide opened as well. She couldn't believe her own ears. Did she hear right? Was she imagining things now? Did Haruka just said she...

She blinked, trying to convinced herself she wasn't dreaming. Her heart was beating so fast against her chest she actually thought it was going to explode any second now. But Haruka's pale face told her something was wrong. And the next words, although whispered, hit her harder than all those bullets from Eudial's trap.

"I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to... just forget it, ok?"

And with that, the tall blonde turned around and walked right into her bedroom, shutting the door closed behind her. Leaving Michiru blinking away her surprised, trying to figured out what exactly had just happened.

The distant sound of a broken cry reached her ears, and in that moment, Michiru finally understood Haruka's silence. Her anger, the argument they just had. Her tears... She understood now, because she felt the same way.