Author's Note: That's right, I'm back again and with another story of one of our favorite couples. I haven't run out of ideas yet, though I really need to work on some original (meaning non-fan fiction) stuff. I have a new computer, which I am paying off slowly (winces) and it didn't work with my internet service so I've had some extra writing time.

Enjoy.

Choices:

By: Haruka's Knight

Chapter one

Introduction:

The blonde pulled her golden convertible up in front of the Tokyo mansion with a sigh. Things here had been tense for a long time and she'd enjoyed the escape allowed by her private apartment and her career. Teal eyes looked up and noticed the figure standing in a third story window glaring at her.

"It's nice to see you too, big brother." She muttered as she grabbed her duffle bag and climbed from the driver's seat. A lot of clothes weren't necessary even if she ended up staying long, her grandmother always made sure the closet of her old room was kept ready for her return and failing that she had been encouraged to raid her father's old clothes. The later was a bit on the creepy side, by she knew it was just he grandmother's excuse to hang on to one more bit the son she'd lost.

"Welcome back, Haruka-san." A stiff butler greeted her as he pulled the door open, though she caught the smallest hint of a smile on the man's face. He was older, around her father's age and had been at his current job for longer than the blonde could remember.

"Thank you, Ichiro-san." Haruka stepped inside and paused, taking in the mansion's front hall and the conflicting memories that came with it. She shook it off and focused on the moment again, and the figure approaching her. Her grandmother, Maiko Tenoh, looked somewhat frailer then she remembered but Haruka still had the respect to bow to the woman.

"Welcome back Haruka." Her grandmother waved a hand toward the stairs and a tight smile crossed her lips. "It's getting late and your room is ready. I'll explain why you're here tomorrow."

At Tokyo international a young woman was gracefully walking across a boarding ramp, disembarking from her long plane flight. In one hand she carried a leather covered case, the name Michiru Kaioh was pressed into the leather. Her dress was deep blue, much like the color of her own eyes, and her aqua hair was down draping just over her shoulders. Eyes seemed to turn to her from all corners of the terminal as she strode toward baggage claim.

The young, world renowned, violin player paused a few times to politely sign a few autographs. On the other hand she ignored or politely turned down offers for dates and requests for her number. All in all she made it to baggage claim with out real incident only to find her parents limo driver already pulling the last of her luggage onto a cart.

"Michiru-sama." The slightly older man bowed, tipping his hat at the same time. "I'm glad you've arrived safely miss. How was your plane flight?"

"Long and tiring." Michiru sighed as he started to push the cart, leading her toward the airport doors. She caught sight of a few camera men and grimaced. "How do they already know I'm here?"

"Your parents called them miss." The limo driver paused when Michiru halted. He pitied the young woman, knowing all too well that she'd probably just like a good night's sleep at this hour. After a moment he cleared is throat and nodded toward a side door labeled emergency exit.

"I think I need to freshen up." Michiru smiled as she realized what the man was suggesting. She really wasn't one for causing scenes, but if she was choosing between a media circus and breaking a little rule about exit doors she knew which she'd choose. "Can you take the bags to the car and load them for me?"

"Of course miss." The man returned her smile as he accepted her prized violin. "It won't take me more than five minutes."

Michiru walked off to the women's restroom, taking as long as she could to wash her face and reapply her make up. She almost cursed herself for not having put on a watch this morning before her trip, but she didn't see the point with the number of times zones she had to cross. Satisfied with her reflection, and that she'd wasted a large amount of time, she gracefully left the restroom.

It happened the restrooms were only ten feet from the door her parents' limo driver had indicated, so no one seemed to notice her destination. Or they didn't until Michiru pushed the door open and an alarm sounded inside the baggage claim area. She walked through, allowing the door to swing closed behind her and walking quickly to the waiting limo. She stepped in through the door being held open for her and nodded to the man before he calmly shut it.

The last thing she noticed as they were pulling away from Tokyo international was a group of reporters rounding the building corner. She settled back into the comfortable seat of the limo as classical music began to float through the speakers and sighed. She still had no idea why her parents had been so insistent she return to Tokyo but it was too late at night to worry about that now. Instead she rested her eyes and just enjoyed the calm before the storm.