Chapter 1
Haru/Michi
Hey everyone. This is my first Sailor moon Fanfic so I hope you all enjoy. It'll take me a bit to post because of school, but I'm hoping this will get me in the mood to finish up some of my other Inuyasha stories. Hope everyone likes this.
Summary: Haruka has been through a bad relationship that has scarred her in many more ways than one. Will her friends and this aqua haired beauty be able to heal some of these wounds? Or will she forever be a shadow of what she used to be.
Let the story begin.
Laying in bed, stroking the silky hair of the love of her life, Haruka could only smile. Leaning down, she kissed the top of a brown-haired head that lay upon her chest.
"Hm...Haruka-koi what are you still doing up?"
"Sorry hun. Getting nervous. Are you coming to my race tomorrow?"
"I don't know. I'll try though ok?"
"'But you haven't been to a race since we started dating! Please Natsumi..."
"I told you I will try Haruka! Don't push it or you know what'll happen." the other girl threatened.
Flinching at the words, Haruka nodded as she listened to her girlfriend settle back down to sleep. Taking a deep breath of relief, she laid back down. Reaching a hand above her head, she pulled the curtains aside next to her head. Looking outside at the moon, soul searching green eyes could only stare at it's beauty, and the beams seemed to wrap around Haruka's body in a loving protective embrace. The gentle light caressed her skin, moving over the light bruises and scars that littered her body.
Eyes closing, she felt safer, like someone was holding her in a protective embrace. Slowly she felt sleep claim her, and was soon dreaming of a shadowed figure just out of her reach. Their face seemed so distinct yet not there, and all she could see was slim finger reaching for her from out of the darkness. An aquamarine symbol appeared on their forehead, but it didn't diminish the shadows.
"Find me Haruka. I need you...my beloved Uranus." A sweet melodic voice said before fading away. Soon the dream became nothing.
No one noticed the soft golden glow that filled the room, nor the symbol that appeared on the blonds forehead.
"Tenoh is in the lead! Ladies and Gentlemen I believe we are about to see history in the making. Haruka Tenoh is about to break the world record. And....and...There's the checkered flag! He's done it! Haruka Tenoh has won the championships and has created a new world record!" the announcer shouted. A roar of a cheer went up from the crowd as they watched the lead car pull into the winners circle.
Getting out of the car, Haruka saw her pit crew clsoing in around her, cheering. Her eyes searched the crowd for Natsumi, but she didn't see the memorable head of brown hair. "Jim! Did Natsumi go into the garage while I was racing?"
"Sorry Bud. But I think you should head home early and surprise her and have a celebration," he said winking at her, "plus maybe, she watched the race on the TV or on the radio?"
"Yeah...Yeah! Thanks Jim, " she said. Looking at the photographers, she let them take a few pictures before putting her hand up. "any questions...well...ask my crew. They did the hard work, I just played around." she said before running off. "Take care of my car please! Is my cycle in the garage?"
"Yes yes! Go already so we can have the glory this time!" Jim yelled with a smirk.
Haruka took off toward her motorcycle, and easily kicked it to life. Placing her helmet over her head, she revved the engine and spun the bike, wheels screeching. Gunning it out of the garage, she raced toward home.
Houses and objects felw by as she raced down the streets, headed for her house. In her head, she was planning on taking Natsumi out to a big expensive resuarant and then to the park to watch the sun set before heading home for a night of passionate love.
Pulling into the driveway, she cut the engine and pushed the bike to the door of the garage. Opening the door, Haruka walked into the house and looked around. "Natsumi you home?"
Hearing a thump from upstairs, Haruka smiled and took the stairs two at a time. Grabbing the door knob for the bed room she threw it open with a bright smile on her face. "Hey Natsumi I'm ho...me..." the last word stuttered in shock.
There before her was her girlfriend riding on top of a man she had never seen before. Next to the bed was an empty bottle of very special massage oil that had taken months to find and cost her nearly fifty dollars for a small eight ounce container. She had gotten lessons at a massuese so she could please her girl, but now she didn't even utter a word of protest. She could only stare at the sight before her.
Natsumi looked over at her and smirked, pausing briefly. "You could never please me the way a true man can. You are nothing more than a wannabe. I can't believe it though. I've been with him for a bout a month now and you never noticed." Getting up off the man, to both their protests, Natsumi walked over to Haruka and slapped her had across the face.
"Natsumi...what did I do wrong? Tell me so...so I can make it better," she begged quietly, holding her cheek.
"Haruka you are worthless. I don't know how I ever loved you. You are an ignorant, spinless, never on time, stupid piece of shit. You think you're as good as a man but you never will be," she said. "You would have to find the stupidest bitch on the planet to get someone to like you. Get out of this house. Take your stuff and get out." Placing her hands on Haruka's chest, Natsumi gave a hard shove.
Haruka stumbled backwards and felt herself hit the railing of the stairs, before tumbling over. Closing her eyes, she waited for death to come.
Eyes shooting open, body drenched in sweat, she raised her arm and laid it across her eyes. The familiar feeling of Natsumi's head on her chest made her relax. "It was just a dream," she whispered. "But it felt so real..." Turning her head she looked at the clock and saw it was only five in the morning.
Getting up from her place on the bed, laying a pillow under Natsumi's head, she headed towards the bathroom to take a calming shower. Stripping herself of her clothes, she turned the water on and waited for it to heat up before stepping inside. The warmth of the water immediately eased her tense muscles, and she thought about her race for today and she needed to stay calm.
"It was all a dream...just...a very bad dream," she mumbled to herself. Closing her eyes, she let out a deep sigh as the water continued to cascade down her body.
"Haruka...," a whispy voice echoed from somewhere over her right shoulder.
Eyes snapping open, haruka nearly fell as she spun around in the shower. "Who's there?!" she hissed, green eyes searching the darkness of the bathroom, but the voice didn't respond back. Turning the water off, she stepped out and began to dry herself off. Dressing in a simple white t-shirt and running shorts, she took a last look around before heading out of the steamy room.
Heading outside, a shiver ran down her spine as the gentle breeze played with her short golden locks and tugged at her clothing. The tendrils caressed her still skin in a loving manner as if beckoning her to go with it. To run, play, and become one with each other. She could feel it pull tug her forward, it's voice whispering in her ear. "Come Haruka, our King, ruler of the wind and skies. Come and play, to be free with us. Come with us to tease our lover, the sea. Help us caress the gentle waves and keep her calm.
The voice, so alluring, so very tempting, was broken by the angry shout of her girlfriend from inside. "Haruka, where the hell are you?! If you don't get up here in the next thirty seconds, so help m if you can walk without a limp when I'm done."
Blood draining from her face in terror, Haruka turned and sprinted into the house and up the stairs, wind pushing her along. Stopping in front of the door to the bedroom, she opened it slowly. She just caught a glimpse of Natsumi before pain erupted across her leg. Hissing in pain, she looked at her leg, shocked to see a welt begin to form. "Natsumi, why....?"
"You were late getting here. I told you thirty seconds and it took you...a minute and a half," came the hissed response. "Now get undressed. You are taking me out for a big breakfast."
Haruka nodded slowl and grabbed the hem of her shirt and began to pull it straight up over her head. Behind her, she heard the soft thud and clink of a belt falling. Thinking it was safe, she continued the struggle to get her arms and head free of the cloth. Pain shot through her back as leather came into contact with her bare back. All of her muscles stiffened at the hit, and she struggled to get her shirt back down. She continued to struggle as blows rained on her back and stomach. "Stop...stop...please....st-arg!" she screamed in pain. She finally ripped the shirt off her body, and placed her hands over the area that caused her to scream. The feeling of something warm and sticky oozing between her fingers made her look down at it.
A gash covered her torso from below her right breast to her left hip. Blood sluggishly dripped down her body, staining her shorts. Looking over at Natsumi, she saw blood on the tongue of the buckle.
"You'll listen to me from now on won't you?" she said as she hit Haruka once last time. The welts were already blazing red, some bleeding.
"Yes...yes just please stop," Haruka begged, falling to her knees feeling her world turn a little dark. In her mind she could see herself standing there as she used to be, shaking her head in disappointment. She used to be so strong and confident. The only strength she had was now only physical.
"Go bandage yourself up so you can pay for breakfast. Then you have a race to win....and you better win." she growled out before walking away.
Haruka felt tears prick at her eyes as she headed toward the bathroom for the second time that day. Grabbing her ripped shirt, she pressed to the wound, hoping to stop the flow of blood. Sitting on the edge of the tub, she began to clean her wound, tears flowing down her cheeks. 'Please. If any angel can hear me, let something good happen. I have never asked for anything before, so please...just this one thing. I don't know if I can survive if anymore of this happens.' she pleaded. She didn't know if anyone was listening, but she hoped with all her might that they were. She never noticed the wind pick up before completely disappearing.
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Please review! If I get enough I'll write chapter two. I already have different pieces of this story so I truly hope that everyone will like it. I swear it gets better!
