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Tenoh Haruka wins the race!! Not a surprise for the audience, he's been dominating on the track ever since he got in! Tokyo's youngest professional racer is definitely on his way to entering the hall of fame!! The announcer voice was booming through the stands of the screaming fans. Michiru and Hotaru, along with the other five inner senshi were cheering as Haruka passed easily through the finish line. The soldier of wind slowed to a stop at the pit station and got out of her car a little wobbly. The rush of the wind and adrenaline always fulfilled her deeply, but when it all came to a stop it still felt funny to get back into the normal world.

Michiru and Hotaru came running down to congratulate her, along with a mob of fans. Haruka hugged Michiru and put Hotaru on her shoulders, holding Michiru's hand. Tenoh Haruka! Is it true that you and the renowned musician Kaiou Michiru are dating?

Haruka chuckled, You could say it's something like that.

A man got out of his green car, glaring at Haruka cursing under his breath. Ugly bitch, who the hell does she think she is?

Another man appeared behind him and put a hand on his shoulder, Let it go, Hasako. It's not worth it.

Yatero, what do you mean, not worth it'?!? Hasako spat. That stupid slut thinks that she can just waltz on into a MAN's sport and gloat every moment she wins? Tenoh doesn't know who she's messing with!!

Yatero sighed and shook his head, I'm disappointed to, but I have to admit, I'm pretty surprised that a girl out of nowhere could come along and beat all of Tokyo's leading racers. You have to be at least a little proud of her.

Hasako was shocked out of his mind, So now you're sticking up for the bitch!? Get away from me! He pushed him out of his way and stormed off to the change room.

Please excuse us. Haruka said with a stern tone. The reporters continued screaming more questions, trying to get the juice between Haruka and Michiru, but she simply gave them no answer. Walking to the change rooms, she set Hotaru down onto the ground. Be back in a sec ... Michiru smiled and nodded, holding Hotaru's hand so she wouldn't run off.

As she left the rooms, a duffel bag hanging on her shoulder and a leather jacket swung over her arm, some of the other men slapped Haruka on the back, congratulating her on the race, Nice work, Tenoh. Luck ... that's all that was. Watch out next race, Tenoh. Good race, too bad you won. She smirked at some of her fellow competitors, You guys must be losing your touch. I thought that you were going to be more of a challenge. She winked at them, and they laughed smiling back. Have a good one!

She opened the door to leave when someone put their hand on it and shut it again. Haruka turned around, Hello Hasako. she said, a smirk appearing on her face. How can I help you today? she asked with an innocent voice.

How about by sharing some of those trophies? he spat back.

Haruka wiped her hand across her face, Excuse me, but I must be going now.

I don't think so, we still have some things to discuss. He grabbed her shoulder and she turned around and knocked his hand off. He took a swing at her face, but she ducked and he punched the door with a loud thud. Cursing loudly he rubbed his knuckles and whistled, Get her boys! Half a dozen boys came out, laughing and smirking.

Haruka chuckled, Go easy on me, I'm only a woman. she teased. They came after her, but not one was able to land a hit on her. Hasako furious with his so-called gang's lack of ability to get a girl pulled out a knife and swung at Haruka; it caught her off guard and sliced across her arm, her shirt ripping and flesh showing. He laughed as blood began to seep through, staining the white cloth. Excuse me, but you now owe me a new shirt.

She kicked the knife out of his hand and caught it, then roundhouse style knocked him in his chest making him stumble back into a wall. Throwing the knife at him it landed next to his head. He glared at her muttering quick words under his breath. Next time I won't miss. She picked up her bag and opened the door again, slamming it behind her.

Haruka! Are you alright!? Michiru demanded, seeing the stain in the shirt on her arm.

I'm alright, some of the guys are very, very sore losers. Haruka reassured.

Hasako inside the room glared with daggers looking at Haruka with her girlfriend Michiru and child Hotaru. Ripping his knife out of the wall he grumbled, Watch out Tenoh, you never know what just might happen. Girls never did belong in THIS sport.