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"Good morning" said Michiru entering the kitchen. Setsuna nodded to
her silently, deep in her newspaper. She seemed to forgot about her
steaming coffee. Michiru tightened her blue robe's belt and sat at
her usual place.
"So, is there something interesting?" she asked pointing to the
newspaper. Setsuna looked up with unreadable expression in her eyes.
"Kind of" her voice showed her mixed up feelings. "But if you don't
know, better don't ask Haruka about it"
"What? Is it about her?" Michiru reached for the newspaper her friend
gave her and stared at the first page. There was a big picture of
Haruka with a helmet in one hand, other hand holding her chin, her
face serious and concentrated. Under the picture in big bold letters
were written: "Super Champion Racer Is Going To Quit! Positive Tests
On Steroids End Brilliant Career Of Ten'ou Haruka!"
Text of article blurred in Michiru's eyes.
"I don't believe in it!" she practically shouted.
"Shh, you'll wake Hotaru" hissed Setsuna and sighed. "Me too, of
course. How do you think, does she know?"
"No, indeed. She'd tell us if so" replied Michiru. "It's not true,
I'm sure". They both knew that even it wasn't truth, bad publicity
in an influential newspaper like that was very, very bad.
"What's not true?" asked suddenly a familiar deep voice above her.
Two women looked at Haruka in her lemon yellow robe smiling at them
sleepily.
"Morning, guys" she greeted and stretched. "Next time remind me not
sat up late watching that stupid horror movies Odango advised to see"
She poured herself a big cup of tea with a lot of sugar in it and sat.
"Haruka..." whispered Michiru avoiding her eyes.
"Nani?" wondered Haruka and glanced at Setsuna. "Is all right?" but
the view of embarrased Time Mistress confused her even more. "What?"
Suddenly she noticed a newspaper and grabbed it. Michiru stared at her
changing face: surprise, brows up and grey eyes widen, then blank
expression, frown, quick flash of anger, then Haruka's usual calm and
serene look. "Hmph" was all she commented, turned the page and
continiued reading while sipping her tea. After five minutes of
unbearable silence Michiru asked
"Ruka-chan... Are you all right?"
"Sure, why not?" she shrugged innocently.
"We are with you, Haruka, whatever happens" replied Setsuna walking
to her and placing a hand on her shoulder.
"I know, Sets-chan, Michi-chan. I know..." her eyes warmed.
Michiru took tomboy's strong hands with a few scrapes in her own little
soft hands and said soothingly "I believe in you"
"Hey, I'm not a frightened child!" protested Haruka. "I'm a tough bird,
remember? And don't..."
"Good morning" greeted Hotaru entering the kitchen. "Setsuna-mama, what
happened? Why are you all so depressed? Haruka-papa, are you all
right?"
"Ooh, my little caring ladies!" exclaimed Haruka. "Yes, my dear, I'm
OK. Tell it again to your mamas while I'll be off, deal?"
She hugged Hotaru on the way out and dashed away. Soon could be heard
her steps up the stairs.
Michiru sighed. *Will she ever stop protecting me?*
"Now listen to me, you asshole... What? You ask me to stop yelling at
you, Ginger? I'M NOT YELLING AT YOU! YOU BETTER NOT KNOW
HOW I YELL!!!"
Short pause.
"Stop babbling, Ginger! Behave like a man, you drip! It's your fault,
Ginger! What?! Shit, are you my agent or not? Isn't it YOUR job?"
Longer pause.
"A trial? Certainly! Start working... No, no money, just apologizing...
And if you fail... Other job? I will skin and bury you alive!"
Haruka threw the phone at it's place, grabbed her carkeys and went
outside. She hasn't seen a porcelain beautiful face framed with long
aquamarine curls gazing at her from doorway with deep blue eyes filled
with love and worry.
*What will I do if I leave racing?* she asked herself and sighed. In
a peaceful morning like that her world started to fall apart... Funny.
Haruka stood at a cliff, wind through her hair and blowing her jacket.
*Sky is so beautiful. If I could fly all that troubles would bother me
no more... Michi says the sea soothes her. I'm not like that. Wind
inspires me to fighting for what I believe in... or just what I want
to reach*
Slight smile touched her lips. *Die hard, Uranus*
"One hotdog, please" Haruka said to salesman who handed her a steaming
hotdog. She bit it and continiued walking. She was really hungry.
She was wandering around her favourite part of the city for about
three hours. The thought of coming back home and having breakfast upon
careful gazes of other Outers, treating her like a crystal one,
wasn't good. She loved them all, of course. But there's no worster
tornment, by Haruka's opinion, then being so underestimated. She
turned around and winced in surprise being attacked by a strange
person with spiked hair and crazy eyes, accompanied by a cameraman.
Before he said a word, popping a mic before her, Haruka identified
him as a popular journalist, Lincoln Applepit.
"Miss Ten'ou Haruka?"
She growled in mind and sighed. "Yes"
"Can you comment..."
"No" she turned around and found other journalist staring at her.
"So is it true about you leaving racing?" continiued Applepit.
"No" she mumbled searching for escape.
"Is it true that you used steroids?"
"No"
"Do you accept the legacy of expertise?"
"No"
"Will you say ANYTHING else than 'no'?" flamed Applepit. Haruka
answered with her best devious smirk.
"No"
"OK, fine then" he said stubbornly and turned to cameraman. "It gives
me a space to build my version about an ambitious butch racer that
prefers using drugs to support her failing talents than fair game..."
Moment after he regretted for saying that. Applepit's throat was
captured into iron grip of Haruka's hands, and he was dragged to her
face (he was a way shorter). Her furiously burning gray eyes horrified
the rude reporter.
"SHUT UP, you sick jerk, and get lost by yourself or I'll spread your
bowels all over this street!" she yelled and threw Applepit away. After
hurtful landing, he dashed away quickly, as did all other journalists.
Haruka sighed and walked away.
*Why can't people just leave me alone?*
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"Good morning" said Michiru entering the kitchen. Setsuna nodded to
her silently, deep in her newspaper. She seemed to forgot about her
steaming coffee. Michiru tightened her blue robe's belt and sat at
her usual place.
"So, is there something interesting?" she asked pointing to the
newspaper. Setsuna looked up with unreadable expression in her eyes.
"Kind of" her voice showed her mixed up feelings. "But if you don't
know, better don't ask Haruka about it"
"What? Is it about her?" Michiru reached for the newspaper her friend
gave her and stared at the first page. There was a big picture of
Haruka with a helmet in one hand, other hand holding her chin, her
face serious and concentrated. Under the picture in big bold letters
were written: "Super Champion Racer Is Going To Quit! Positive Tests
On Steroids End Brilliant Career Of Ten'ou Haruka!"
Text of article blurred in Michiru's eyes.
"I don't believe in it!" she practically shouted.
"Shh, you'll wake Hotaru" hissed Setsuna and sighed. "Me too, of
course. How do you think, does she know?"
"No, indeed. She'd tell us if so" replied Michiru. "It's not true,
I'm sure". They both knew that even it wasn't truth, bad publicity
in an influential newspaper like that was very, very bad.
"What's not true?" asked suddenly a familiar deep voice above her.
Two women looked at Haruka in her lemon yellow robe smiling at them
sleepily.
"Morning, guys" she greeted and stretched. "Next time remind me not
sat up late watching that stupid horror movies Odango advised to see"
She poured herself a big cup of tea with a lot of sugar in it and sat.
"Haruka..." whispered Michiru avoiding her eyes.
"Nani?" wondered Haruka and glanced at Setsuna. "Is all right?" but
the view of embarrased Time Mistress confused her even more. "What?"
Suddenly she noticed a newspaper and grabbed it. Michiru stared at her
changing face: surprise, brows up and grey eyes widen, then blank
expression, frown, quick flash of anger, then Haruka's usual calm and
serene look. "Hmph" was all she commented, turned the page and
continiued reading while sipping her tea. After five minutes of
unbearable silence Michiru asked
"Ruka-chan... Are you all right?"
"Sure, why not?" she shrugged innocently.
"We are with you, Haruka, whatever happens" replied Setsuna walking
to her and placing a hand on her shoulder.
"I know, Sets-chan, Michi-chan. I know..." her eyes warmed.
Michiru took tomboy's strong hands with a few scrapes in her own little
soft hands and said soothingly "I believe in you"
"Hey, I'm not a frightened child!" protested Haruka. "I'm a tough bird,
remember? And don't..."
"Good morning" greeted Hotaru entering the kitchen. "Setsuna-mama, what
happened? Why are you all so depressed? Haruka-papa, are you all
right?"
"Ooh, my little caring ladies!" exclaimed Haruka. "Yes, my dear, I'm
OK. Tell it again to your mamas while I'll be off, deal?"
She hugged Hotaru on the way out and dashed away. Soon could be heard
her steps up the stairs.
Michiru sighed. *Will she ever stop protecting me?*
"Now listen to me, you asshole... What? You ask me to stop yelling at
you, Ginger? I'M NOT YELLING AT YOU! YOU BETTER NOT KNOW
HOW I YELL!!!"
Short pause.
"Stop babbling, Ginger! Behave like a man, you drip! It's your fault,
Ginger! What?! Shit, are you my agent or not? Isn't it YOUR job?"
Longer pause.
"A trial? Certainly! Start working... No, no money, just apologizing...
And if you fail... Other job? I will skin and bury you alive!"
Haruka threw the phone at it's place, grabbed her carkeys and went
outside. She hasn't seen a porcelain beautiful face framed with long
aquamarine curls gazing at her from doorway with deep blue eyes filled
with love and worry.
*What will I do if I leave racing?* she asked herself and sighed. In
a peaceful morning like that her world started to fall apart... Funny.
Haruka stood at a cliff, wind through her hair and blowing her jacket.
*Sky is so beautiful. If I could fly all that troubles would bother me
no more... Michi says the sea soothes her. I'm not like that. Wind
inspires me to fighting for what I believe in... or just what I want
to reach*
Slight smile touched her lips. *Die hard, Uranus*
"One hotdog, please" Haruka said to salesman who handed her a steaming
hotdog. She bit it and continiued walking. She was really hungry.
She was wandering around her favourite part of the city for about
three hours. The thought of coming back home and having breakfast upon
careful gazes of other Outers, treating her like a crystal one,
wasn't good. She loved them all, of course. But there's no worster
tornment, by Haruka's opinion, then being so underestimated. She
turned around and winced in surprise being attacked by a strange
person with spiked hair and crazy eyes, accompanied by a cameraman.
Before he said a word, popping a mic before her, Haruka identified
him as a popular journalist, Lincoln Applepit.
"Miss Ten'ou Haruka?"
She growled in mind and sighed. "Yes"
"Can you comment..."
"No" she turned around and found other journalist staring at her.
"So is it true about you leaving racing?" continiued Applepit.
"No" she mumbled searching for escape.
"Is it true that you used steroids?"
"No"
"Do you accept the legacy of expertise?"
"No"
"Will you say ANYTHING else than 'no'?" flamed Applepit. Haruka
answered with her best devious smirk.
"No"
"OK, fine then" he said stubbornly and turned to cameraman. "It gives
me a space to build my version about an ambitious butch racer that
prefers using drugs to support her failing talents than fair game..."
Moment after he regretted for saying that. Applepit's throat was
captured into iron grip of Haruka's hands, and he was dragged to her
face (he was a way shorter). Her furiously burning gray eyes horrified
the rude reporter.
"SHUT UP, you sick jerk, and get lost by yourself or I'll spread your
bowels all over this street!" she yelled and threw Applepit away. After
hurtful landing, he dashed away quickly, as did all other journalists.
Haruka sighed and walked away.
*Why can't people just leave me alone?*
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Hope you guys liked it. If so, review or mail me and I'll write more.
goldenlynx@mail.com