Ok, hello everyone! I guess a pair of days ago I didn't even have thought about having the courage to write a fanfic, but here I am now. It's the 27th April, and before writing my own fictions, I'd rather share to you an amazing ff from my point of view. My only job is to translate it from my native language Italian into English. I already talked to its author and I was told it was ok.

This fanfiction is about the amazing couple Haruka-Michiru which is my favourite one in sailor moon, anyway, this is a vary particular and deep fanfic, I read a lot of ff about hXm but never seen one like this one. Actually this was the first ff about hXm I've ever read, so it always will be in my heart. It's still in progress, so maybe updates will be slow, anyway, thanks for reading this long intro, ENJOY THE PLOT. YOU MUST READ THE PLOT BELOW.

The deep wounds of a failure pushed Michiru Kaioh, psychologist specialised in the treatment of veterans, to give up her job, trying to stand at guilt feelings. So not happily she accepts, some years later, to concentrate herself on the case Haruka Tenoh, young Major of the US army who has still to accept the shadow of his own ghosts from the Iraq.

The meeting with Tenoh will give her not little surprises to Michiru but for the medic alike the soldier must start a new begin, a slow walk to come back to normality, destroying certainties and convictions to rebuild on the ruins of lives lived a half, and wounds not completely healed yet. And in the awareness that neither of them can now do without the other.

One last advice: THIS WILL BE AN FF FIC, IF YOU DON'T LIKE DONT READ. RATED IS EXPLICIT BECAUSE THERE WILL BE LEMONS PART AND ROUGH LANGUAGE, IF YOU DON'T LIKE DON'T READ THOSE PARTS. AND PLEASE DON'T BE TOO RUDE THAT'S THE FIST TIME I'M WRITING!

ENJOY THE READING!

DISCLAIMER: I LOVE HM BUT UNFORTUNATELY I DONT OWN THEM (sad sad) NEITHER SM, THEY ALL BELONG TO NAOKO TAKEUCHI, LIKE THIS STORY IS OWNED BY HYPATIA_OF_ALEXANDRIA.

PROLOGUE

53 km to Tikrit

Iraq,

2008

I have been waken by iced water. A rough lashing, right on my face.

I close my eyes, blinded by the bright light which overwhelms me; words melted with whispers, my ears still shocked because of the explosion. The explosion. Is it possible, that after what happened, I survived just like that?

A movement behind me brings me on the earth again. I shout of pain, the drawn on the arm which makes me understand I have a serious trauma to my left shoulder. Maybe it's sprained. No, it's broken. Four strong hands holds me from my wrists, arms tensed toward the dusty floor. The pain deleted all my tireness, and I can see around me: they are six, who looks over us from head to toes, laughing at me and my kneeling position. The American kneeling ahead them.

That's the end they want to make us. All of them. Four of them have a McGuire, the others two kalashnikov. One of them, who has a long scar all over his eye, scratches his chin and sends hungry looks over another shape at the other side of the room, far from where I am. My blood stops when I recognise her, and I can see in her eyes her fear because of my shouting.

They see I'm awake again, and one of my prisoners make me look up.

One of them slapped me, the other one spits me, the others just laughed.

Bastard motherfuckers, laughs good who laughs at the end, I thought. Telling it aloud would have just make their ego grow up, because even if I know not all of them would understand, I know at least one of them will. In fact after a while one of them with the kalashnikov asked me:

"Do you know this woman?" Translated me one with a strong Arabian accent, who seems the younger while he pointed the frightened girl on the floor.

"No" is my only answer. I even shake my head. The one who seems to be the leader spoke to him pointing me and the girl.

"Even if she took you out of that place where our brothers shahid are dead to set us free from people like you."

I think again about what happened. I remember a little bit because the darkness overwhelms my mind. "I don't know her, I said."

I look at her right into the eyes, seeing her shocked features.

God, don't look at me like that!

A pair of them laugh at the scene, and the leader speaks to her. I don't understand, but when I see the men pointing at me, I can tell they're Mekong her the same question they did to me. Her look falls on the mask which is my face. The mask which could save her life. I see her shaking her head, then the other one keeps asking more rudely.

He points at me again and again. They stay quiet for a moment, then the leader walks toward me. After some seconds I have is gun pointing at my head. A thrill runs towards my back, but I keep quiet.

Her eyes instead, are wide open because of the terror. Then he speaks again:

"I'd you don't know him, we can shoot him then?" A sadic smile appears on his face.

But she doesn't stand at it. She's not a soldier, she's not trained for this situations, she cries, while she walks toward me.

No! No!

She said into sobs. One of them started moving to stop her, but someone tells him not to. The gun is still on my head, when she started crying into my dirty uniform, I understand it's over. She can't save herself no more. And she knows it too. Our prisoners laughs, I see one of them taking his McGuire off, followed by one who did the same with his kalashnikov. I can't speak. She does it for me, whispering to me. They take her off of me, throwing her to the wall. The push on my back becomes stronger, the pain on my shoulder almost at the top. A pair of hands takes my head turning it to face her, then they put a knife on my throat. The gun doesn't leave me. I can't move, I can't even shut my eyes.

The horror frightens me, I can't stand at it, i bit my lips making them bleed.

"Slide my throat!" I say while I feel like throwing it all out "slide this fucking throat! Just kill me!"this time I shout, and she hears it too, whispering a weak 'No'

I feel tears in my eyes.

If hell does really exists isn't far from this.

My notes: I told you that was a sad story, so if you are moral weak don't keep reading, it'll be a bit more rough later.

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