A/N: Ok ok, so I know I'm like one of the last people on Earth who should be starting another story, but I just couldn't resist!!! Sorta stretched out time when Michiru is trying to get Haruka into being a senshi blah blah, everyone *should* know the story by now.

So, yet again I'm using a song as ... this time it's t.a.t.u.'s Show Me Love. No, I don't own it, and of course I don't own Haruka or Michiru!

This story is dedicated to Alexis; for the time when we were both listening to the same music on opposite sides of the continent, and - more importantly - for showing me love.

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Prologue

Tenoh wins the race!! An announcer shouted over the screaming fans that filled the race track. A wild blur of colors passed the finish line as a man waved a large black and white checkered flag, each car slowly coming into focus as they slowed down. A tall blonde jumped out of the first car - a red F1 racer - and thrusted a fist into the air before a large group of people came running over showering the racer with cheers and warm words of congratulations.

Ladies and gentlemen, Haruka Tenoh, Japan's youngest champion!! There was another frenzy of applause as the blonde was awarded with her trophy and - rather large - cheque. Her face was plastered across the large screens that towered over the racetrack, sharing her current stats with the world. She grinned and held her trophy high above her head as photographers went insane flashing their cameras every few seconds ...


The teachers voice cracked like a whip across the classroom, causing Haruka to jump up making her blazer marked with the school crest fall to the ground. That's the third time this week you've fallen asleep in class!

Sorry sir, it's just ... modern history isn't the most interesting subject in school. The blonde mumbled as she picked her jacket up off the floor.

I don't know how other teachers think of your current status in today's sporting events, but you can leave your arrogant attitude at the door. Your education is important, and there are certain things that can be done to keep you from racing.

Yes sir. She replied monotonously. Whatever!' Was what she was really thinking, and kept herself awake by staring out the window into the warm blue skies until the bell finally rang. Throwing her books into her bag she - like the rest of the students - rushed out of class glad that Modern History was over.

Hey Haruka! Haruka stopped and looked behind her to see who shouted out for her, spotting one of her best friends Ryu coming through the crowd. Hey Ryu! What's going on today? She asked, as he finally caught up with her.

Well, apparently there's a new girl transferring here from some private school out in the suburbs.

And how does this affect me?

From what I hear she's really talented in the arts, but more importantly, cuuute! Haruka chuckled with her friend as he said this, as Ryu had been girlfriend-less for the entire school year so far.

Well, I'll be sure to advise her to steer clear from you. Ryu punched the blonde in the shoulder for this, and proceeded to bombard her with questions about her latest race. They both headed into mathematics class, where thoughts of the new girl were left far behind in the crowded hallways, but would be brought back sooner than Ryu and Haruka expected.