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- Chapter 1: Invitation -

A dark navy blue bag dropped on to the cream colored marble entry floor. Dirty shoes kicked off next to the bag. A tall sweaty blonde dragged her feet to the living room and collapsed onto the floor breathing heavily.

"Ugh!" she heaved.

She just spent the last 4 hours running at the local sports club. Her breathing started to settle into a slower pace as she began to drift off to sleep. The phone rang snapping the blonde out of her much wanted rest. A growl escaped her lips as she rolled over.

The apartment in which the blonde resided was spacious. There wasn't much furniture in the living room. A 3-seat couch and love seat couch surrounded a coffee table in the center of the room. A small entertainment center cabinet which housed multiple media devices were opposite the couches and table with a black flat screen TV hanging on the wall above it. Some sports car and motorcycle magazines were strewn about on the coffee table along with a ringing cordless phone. The sweaty blonde reached over to the table from where she laid, face to the floor. She tilted her head slightly to see the caller ID revealing tired dark emerald eyes.

With an exasperated tone she answered the phone, "Jun, what's up? You did? I didn't hear it go off."

Her gaze wandered to her duffel bag where her cell phone was kept. She continued talking into the floor, her voice muffled by the blue area rug that laid under the coffee table.

"What's that? A charity event? When? Tonight?" The blonde rolled onto her back and thought for a moment. "Nah, I'm pretty tired. I just finished a run. Well, I do have to stay in shape. You should try it sometime; it might help with your growing gut."

A tired smirk spread across her lips as her friend started defending his body. Jun wasn't in bad shape. He was broad shouldered with an athletic build. He recently gained a bit of meat in the mid-section area which the blonde never hesitated to poke fun at. However, even with the little weight gain, no one else would've noticed, only one of his best friends.

Listening to her friend's attempt to persuade her, "Ryouji is going too huh?" The trio were best friends. "Ugh! I just want to sleep!" She growled. "Yeah, I have the weekend off for once. What are you talking about? I just saw you yesterday! I see you more than my mom! Pft! Yeah, like the brother I never asked for." She grinned as she heard his rebuttal. "No, I'll pass. I'm not going. Just go with Ryouji. Make a date out of it. He'd probably make you wear the dress and heels." She laughed. She never hesitated to start light banter with her friends and they weren't afraid to throw it back. "No, seriously, I'm tired. I'm going to stay in tonight." A frown crossed her face. "Because I'm old! Old people need to go to bed early." She was 27 years old. She was young enough to party hard but old enough to know better. Her brows furrowed in annoyance from her friend's persistence. "Ok! Ok! Ok! Ok! I'll go! Just shut up already." An excited exclamation was heard on the other end of the line as she brought her free hand to her eyes to rub it.

"Where and what time? Ok, I'll see you then. What's that? Formal party, huh?" A long sigh slipped through her lips.

"Ok, fine. Later." The blonde hung up and threw the phone back onto the table. She closed her eyes.

"Guess I'm not sleeping much tonight." She silently sighed.


"Michiru-chan! Michiru-chan!"

"Okaa-san, I'm in here!"

"Oh there you are!" A woman in her mid-fifties with faded light blue hair wearing a white dress suit popped her head around the corner of the bathroom door.

"Are you ready yet dear? Sound check is in 20 minutes."

"Yes, I'm done". The young woman facing the mirror brushed loose strands of turquoise hair from her face. She turned in front of the mirror to make sure everything was decent.

Satisfied with her look she turned to her mother, "Okay, let's go."


A black Ferrari F12 with black rims and a red front bumper lip pulled up to the front of the parking lot of the docks. A tall blonde stepped out of the vehicle. A shorter man in a white button down shirt and red vest ran up, tore a ticket stub and handed it to the blonde. The blonde nodded towards the man in thanks. The valet hopped into the vehicle and staged it at the front of the lot. It looked as if the valet were displaying her car at a car show. The blonde smirked but frowned again as she remembered what time it was and how much she wished she were in bed sleeping instead.

"This better be worth it." She mumbled.

She ran her fingers through her short hair, exhaling in annoyance. She looked out towards the bay. The sky was dark. The sun had set a couple of hours ago but was filled with gray clouds reflecting the lights from the city below. It casted a soft glow. The water was dark and acted as a choppy mirror to the lights of the Rainbow Bridge off in the distance, tall buildings and various ships and boats cruising along the water. She glanced down at her watch wondering if she was early. Patience was never her strong suit.

"Oi! Haruka!"

The blonde turned and found Jun walking up to her.

Moriyama Jun. 28 years old. He was one of Haruka's biggest confidantes. He was positive and chipper most of the time. His seemingly never-ending high energy was exhausting sometimes. Under his outgoing façade, however, was a steely serious business man with an out-of-the-box thinking mentality, a silver tongue that could cut any opponent down with words and seal any deal he set his mind to. He knew how to keep the blonde on her toes and knew how to creep under her skin. As she had mentioned earlier, he was a brother she didn't ask for but, even though she'll never admit it out loud, grateful she had.

"Hey, took you long enough."

"Oh c'mon! Cheer up! It's about time you stopped working and enjoyed yourself in the real world!" Jun chirped.

"Yeah, that statement would apply if I didn't enjoy work." She grumbled in response.

"Well is it a bad thing you're hanging out with us?" Boomed a deep voice.

Haruka turned towards the owner of the voice and found a tall man walking up to the pair. He stopped in front of her. They were both about the same height.

Yano Ryouji. 28 years old. They met in high school and had been inseparable ever since. He was another one of Haruka's closest confidantes. He was easygoing, calm, and logical in thought. He was the third and final piece to the trio of friends. The three had very opposing personalities but they all got along very well.

"Hey Ryouji! Did Jun bug you to come out to this event too?"

The man smiled. "He practically begged."

"Screw you guys! It's going to be fun!" The shorter man defended.


Author's Notes:

Thanks for reading! This is my first fan fiction. Please R&R! I look forward to your comments and reviews. Please don't flame. Constructive criticism is welcomed.

This was a short first chapter. The next chapters should be longer. Also, I have a few original characters who belong to me. Please do not use without my permission.

I don't know how quickly I will be releasing chapters. I have a few finished under my belt, I'm just trying to grammar, content and spell check. I'm on my own so if there's any content discrepancies, please let me know. I'm also pretty slow with typing it out since this is my first time typing out a story. I'm also working on another story at the same time so I'm bouncing back and forth between the two. I wont be releasing the other one just yet. I want to see how this one goes first.

Also, this is an AU story. There wont be any other senshi or senshi powers present.

Thanks again folks!

-WM