Introduction
The Mermaid and the Wind-breaker
Michiru Kaioh was an eighteen year-old charming girl. Her beauty was simply gob-smacking; she was thin, middle-sized and incredibly graceful. Her turquoise hairs were long and curled as a sea-wave. At school she was brilliant in everything, and a real genius in all kinds of arts. But it was nothing besides her talents as a swimmer.
Everyone around kept telling her how lucky she was. But she was very alone; in fact, she had no friends at all, because everyone at school found her weird. But it was the very last of her concerns. Her life was so full… what would she do of a friend? She liked the time she passed in class, and when she wasn't, she went to the swimming pool, or she attended her violins lessons, she also liked to paint… When her mother was alive, she had insisted on the point Michiru should see other people… but since her very childhood, she needed no one. And she had never felt at ease with other girls, nor with boys.
Later, when she grew up, boys came to her to ask her to date, but she wasn't interested. None of them was interesting enough. Girls had tried to link with her because of her natural grace and beauty and her many talents, and above all, to have her doing their homework. But Michiru, as in childhood needed no one around her, she was full of dreams, of images, a whole world she had in her head. Her passions were enough for her.
She had no friends, but had no enemies. Everyone liked her, though rumours about her always run, because she never had been seen with a fellow, everyone thought she was a lesbian. Michiru knew about this rumour, but she didn't care. Homosexuality was a subject that did not shocked her for she thought that love was love whoever your lover was. Girls were beautiful, men were too. So what counted for her was not the gender, but the very soul.
Haruka Tenoh was an eighteen year-old man, that was what everyone thought. He was tall, thin, athletic and deadly handsome. He had short blonde hairs that flied in the wind. He was interested in sports and car and motorbike racing. He was a very masculine in his behaviour and hobbies. Most of people accorded to say his father must be proud of him. In fact M. Tenoh wasn't really, he hadn't asked for a son, but his wife wanted one, so Haruka had been a boy.
He was renowned as a driver in the whole country and many girls were fond of him. But he had never accepted a single date, because Haruka Tenoh thought he was not exactly their type. Long ago, he had chosen another path, after seeing how love can harm. Love wasn't interesting him anymore. His life was made of sports trainings and competitions. He had never lost any.
Haruka was appreciated by most of his school because he made the sports team he was in win at each time. But he had never felt near them, and in a way ha had never wanted to. He had to keep good relations, because sport is a squad thing, but he spent the most of the time alone, training. Running was a second nature, speed simply was him. Nothing could stop him while he was feeling the wind running on his face. Nobody never really linked a friendship with him, because the problem with fast people is that they always are too far ahead, so no one could follow Haruka, in racings as in his thoughts. So no one had never shared his dreams and he had always felt alone, but he did not care, for the only thing for him was speed and wind. His father was worried about him. He didn't understand his son's choice of life, and kept asking him why he didn't have a lover like every person of his age. But Haruka didn't want, for he could pass hours running as fast as he could. What's the use of having a lover in such conditions?