authors note
I do not own sailormoon, nor am i affiliated with dale earnhardt Jr. in any way shape or form so do not sue me. I am not profiting from this in any way.
this is going to be about how the characters interact with each other in life, I may have some fighting throughout but don't expect much of it.
Haruka sat idly at the racetrack listening to her chief mechanic blather on about some engine or driver. She checked her watch and it was as she'd expected, fifteen minutes past two on a Saturday. "Mark I hate to interrupt but it's getting late and I need to get going. We'll continue next week ok?" Haruka cut him off. He had the grace to look embarrassed.
"All right, that's fine." Mark replied standing and gathering his things. Everyone else did much the same. Haruka high tailed it out of there. She ran home to the flat that she and Michiru shared. She showered and lit some candles throughout the house. She heated the dinner she had prepared yesterday and dressed for the evening. She donned a black slip dress and garter belt with black stockings and high heals. She combed her hair and put on black disk earrings and a black satin chocker. She rushed downstairs and set the table. She had fixed a chicken dinner, breasts prepared with a white sauce served over pasta with butter, basil, and Romano Cheese. Dessert was devils food brownies with chocolate icing and cherries. She sat a chilled bottle of Asti Spumoni on the table and two glasses. She put on a romantic piano cd on and was just beginning to wonder if she'd been stood up when the doorbell rang and he walked into the house and into Haruka's arms. "I thought you weren't coming!" She accused.
"I'm sorry love I was held up at work." He said kissing her on the neck.
"You're forgiven, I was held up at the track too. I only just finished getting everything ready." Haruka smiled melting into another kiss. She led Dale into the dinning area and he oo'd at the dinner set out there.
"Has Lita been here?" He teased her. He had been in town long enough that he had met a few of her friends.
"No!" Haruka exclaimed indignantly. "I was watching Martha Stewart." She explained laughing. After they ate Dale lead Haruka into the living room and danced with her by candlelight.
"Where is your daughter this eavening?" Dale asked as they waltzed around in slow lazy circles.
"She's with Lita tonight." After the second song Haruka lead Dale upstairs.
Black Satin sheets graced the queen size bed. Dale smiled and kissed Haruka passionately on the neck and mouth. Haruka moaned with the pleasure she was feeling He smiled and drew her onto the bed where he began running his hands all over her, feeling her body tremble. She was beautiful, he thought. She was watching him as he sat there absently running a hand over her thigh.
"What?" She asked, her voice strangled with passion.
"You're beautiful." Dale whispered drawing close to her. He removed the slip dress and panties but left the stalkings, shoes and garter belt. He marveled at how sexy she was. They moved together and passion ensued. When it was over they lay in each other's arms discussing different events throughout their lives. An hour after that, Dale tore himself away from Haruka and she forced her weary bones from bed and cleaned away all evidence of his ever being there. After doing the dishes she put blue sheets on the bed and washed the satin sheets. She put them away and fell into bed exhausted.
Haruka woke the next day and lay in bed reflecting on what she'd done.
She'd met Dale Earnhardt Jr. at the racetrack. He'd come over for a stock car race. She'd been running laps, testing a new engine. Michiru had left the day before physically. Emotionally she'd been gone for months. Dale had been hanging around the pit when she pulled in and he came over to chat as she exited the car. Mark had been absent that day, having had a sick child at home. The rest of her crew gathered around the car and started work. Haruka led Dale a few feet away and introduced herself. "I'm Haruka Tenoh." She said laughing.
"I'm Dale Earnhardt Jr." He replied running a hand through his hair. They talked for hours about racing and engines until finally Dale's rumbling stomach interrupted them. She'd led him to a bar a block away laughing as he walked by her side making small jokes. After a few drinks he began hitting on her and after a few more she let him lead her to his hotel room. As she had lain in his arms he'd asked if he could see her the next day. She had agreed and came home to shower and plan. That had been three days ago. She'd seen Dale every day there after. She came back to herself and sighed. She wondered down to the kitchen and fixed herself some eggs and coffee. Shaking her head in her silk robe, she leaned back in her recliner and sighed deeply resting her hands in her lap. She knew Michiru was coming home the next day and she knew everything was going to be different. She couldn't imagine looking at Michiru and pretending that nothing was wrong. She'd been depressed for months and nothing was getting any better. Dale had woken something inside her. He'd ignited some spark that had dwindled. She knew he was married and she knew that she couldn't go with him but never the less she had decided to go. She got up and started packing her clothes, and her daughters clothes. Haruka left the dishes she'd bought and all of the linens. She left the crib and packed up most of the toys. She packed up her cd's and as she stared around at the empty house she felt sad. She knew it had to happen though. She just couldn't go on pretending that everything was all right. She called Usagi as she sat on the edge of the bed.
"Hello?" Usagi answered with a yawn.
"Hey meatball head." Haruka said with a laugh. "What are you still doing in bed? It's nearly noon." She added.
"Oh!" Usagi exclaimed sheepishly. "What did you need something Haruka? Is Storm all right?" Usagi asked changing the subject.
"Well yah." Haruka sighed. "Storm is fine. I'm going to America tomorrow. Usagi, I know that it's going to be hard without me, if you should really need me, I'll always be just a phone call away."
"WHAT?" Usagi exclaimed surprised. "Haruka what's going on? For how long are you going? When will you be coming back? What about the scouts? What about Storm? Is there anything I can do?" Questions issued forth like a fountain. Haruka smiled on her end of the phone.
"I'm going permanently. I just can't stay here anymore. I need a change." She said letting her weariness show in her voice. "Storm is comming with me. She is my daughter, the heir to the throne of Uranus. I will train her and send her back when the time is right." Haruka added in a soft tone of voice Usagi had rarely heard from the woman.
"Haruka," Usagi said pausing to find the appropriate words. "If this is what you really need to do, then I support you. It is going to be hard without you, but we'll manage." She said confidently. She knew that she couldn't keep Haruka here against her will and she knew that eventually she'd be back. So she decided to give Haruka her space. "Is there anything I can do?" She asked again quietly.
"Wish me luck?" Haruka asked in a small voice. Usagi smiled at the way her friend sounded. She'd always had a soft spot in her heart for Haruka even though she tried not to show it.
"Of course ruka-chan!" Usagi exclaimed happily. "You'll be fine, you'll do great things in America I just know it." She stated confidently.
"Thanks meatball-head." Haruka mumbled. "Tell the others for me?" She asked.
"Sure thing." Usagi stated hanging up. Haruka hung up her end and started loading her suitcases into the car. Once that was done she sat down and started to figure out what she'd say to Michiru.
