Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Sailor Moon (Haruka Tenoh & Michiru Kaioh) everybody else in the story is mine. All rights to their respective original owners.

Author's Notes: I am not really familiar with the Japanese culture and honorifics so please forgive me if I am not using them correctly. Every comment, critique and reivew is very welcome. Also please forgive any grammatical errors or mistakes if you want to help me improve and want to point them about, then you can tell me, and I will correct them. I think that's all, please enjoy and read. Oh, before I forget the writing in Italics are inner thoughts or stuff like that.

Ch. 1 As I Lay Dying

I still remember that night, how you trembled in my arms as it rained all over Tokyo. The cold raindrops bouncing off the window glass of your bedroom, making our bodies want to search for warmth. I didn't think it twice and embraced you; I made you mine, our dream coming true. That special first time is the only one my heart and my mind cherish the most because that one night I was the happiest woman in the entire world. I never thought that precious night, our first night together would last so little. If I had known I was going to lose you soon, I would have hold you in my arms longer…With the only intention to comply with my love I went to your house, it was a mistake. A huge, tremendous mistake; how foolish of me to think that it was going to help in our relationship. But who would have guessed that your parents our love would not accept, without thought of the damage they would cause us, they took you away from me. I still have the image of your crying, promising me that someday you would return back to me. I have smoked more than three thousand cigars and a thousand bottles of hope waiting for your return. I have changed seven calendars waiting for your arrival, but nothing, nothing from you. I didn't ever pay attention to my friends or the people who always told me to move on, to forget you, to let go of a 'simple' youth romance. I gave a damn about those calling me stupid or crazy for believing in you. But I can't wait anymore, I never thought I would say this, and believe me, it crushes my heart. The grand love I once thought that could never die is fading away each second you're not here, today I let go of you, my love.

A crouching figure could be seen at the shoreline of one of the most beautiful beaches of the entire city, a large shadow quickly appearing as the person stood up. A small wave suddenly showed in and took with it a small piece of paper, if it only was the letter and not all the feelings written on it.

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Tenoh Haruka: self-confident, handsome, positive, stubborn and passionate were only few of the words that described the popular blonde. At a young age (considering that she was only 16) Haruka had all the attention and support from all the female population at her high school. F1 was her one dream; the most exciting, but challengeable of the goals she had set at such a young age. Her life would have been very 'normal' for a boy, but she obviously wasn't one. Haruka thought that the racing world wasn't ready for a winning woman as herself, so to keep her identity a secret she dressed like a guy. She didn't mind at all, in fact she kind of like it. She felt much more comfortable in a guy's uniform than wearing the skirt of the girls' uniform at school. And she was lucky enough to really pass as a guy since her body and face features were androgynous. Haruka stood 5'10 ft. (quite tall for girls her age), short sandy blond hair, well-toned body and amazing piercing teal eyes. Oh yeah, her eyes though were the blonde's striking feature. They seemed to sparkle when meeting the deep blonde's gaze. A very popular persona to say the less, Haruka thought to have everything she needed in life. What she didn't know yet was that the wheels of destiny had already started turning.

"Ohayo, Haruka-kun! How are you this morning man?" Only her best friends and family knew her real self. Satou Hisoka was one of those trusted friends. Hisoka was a normal and funny guy of 16 years, with long black hair, violet eyes and average body complexity.

"Ohayo, Hisoka-kun. I am perfectly fine. What's with the question Hiso-kun?" Haruka asked with a mischievous tone in her voice "Oh, I know! You want to know if I got you those tickets I promised you for my next race, ne Hiso-kun?" A small curve formed in her lips as she smiled.

"Ha-ha, well can't a good friend be courteous and polite once in a while? Sheesh, but you got me there Haru-kun!" Hiso only gave a small laugh and raised his hands in the air in an 'I got caught' mode.

"Don't worry Hiso-kun, I got you. Now tell me, what's with all this fuss this early? What has happened now at Machida High School?" the blonde inquired with much curiosity.

"Man, you should give yourself a break and leave that garage once in a while" Hiso-kun joked and after seeing the exasperated look on his blonde friend, he continued "Is all about the new princess, I mean transfer student. Haru-kun you so need to see her! She is gorgeous, a really beauty!" Hiso-kun exclaimed, all mocking tone forgotten.

To this remark Haruka only wrinkled her nose and gave a small smile before turning around to head towards her classroom "We'll see, we'll see" repeated the blonde and disappeared behind a near building.

In another part of the lively campus, a slender and feminine silhouette walked around. In a well presented school uniform, a lovely lady wandered around buildings. The school uniform for Machida High School consisted of a navy blue blazer with a golden 'M' in cursive sewed to it, a plaid skirt in a lighter shade of blue, a white long sleeve shirt and sky blue tie. The same was for guys, except for the skirt. Guys wore navy dress slacks.

After four years of absentia in Tokyo, or as a matter of fact any other city of Japan, Kaioh Michiru was back again to her natal country and city. Michiru felt fortunate to had traveled and lived in another continent and city. England, London had been her parents election to establish their family in those four years. The Kaioh's were one of the most powerful and successful families in Japan. Kaioh Masaru was an aqua haired man with big brown eyes. Masaru was an imposing man and in his mid-forties he possessed many businesses all over Japan. Masaru was a great contrast to his delicate wife, Kaioh Shiori. Shiori and Masaru were engaged by their families when she was only 16 and her fiancé was 10 years older than her. Nevertheless, she was blessed when her beautiful daughter was born, and then everything was forgotten. Her daughter had inherited her amazing sea blue deep eyes and delicate porcelain skin.

Truth to be told Kaioh Michiru was a real princess, deep sea blue eyes and silky long hair on a dreamy shade of aqua adorned her head. She was only 15 years old with an average height of 5'5 ft. and she already was the envy of every girl and even some older women too.

"Class, today we're going to welcome a new student to our classroom. I want you all to behave and be nice to her" Mr. Takate announced to his class as the young violinist stood in front of her classmates.

"Hello, my name is Kaioh Michiru. I am 15 years old; I practice the violin and I also paint" the melodic voice of the aqua haired voice echoed everybody's ears.

Instantly every student in the classroom started murmuring about the great beauty in front of them. Two teal eyes met deep blue eyes in what felt like eternity, but really were mere seconds. It amazingly was enough to bond two souls together.

She really is a princess; I had never seen such a beauty before. C'mon Haruka! Focus she will never take you serious. Haruka reasoned to herself and set her gaze down.

"Now, Kaioh-san if you may find an empty spot and take seat. The lecture is going to start in about a minute" Mr. Takate stated as he faced the black board before him.

Why couldn't I take my eyes off from him? His eyes, what a beautiful color of eyes, and what they transmitted, what is this am feeling? Michiru now started to walk in between a row until she stopped before the owner of the beautiful eyes that had cast a spell on her.

"Is this seat available?" the violinist ventured to ask, not really sure of what she was doing.

"Ah…y-yeah sure" the blonde managed to answer a bit confused.

After an awkward silence the girl took seat, the racer just tried not to look into her direction. There was something going on between them two, but they just couldn't figure it out…not just yet anyways.

It was an unexpected encounter between the two young teenagers but definitely there was something special around them. After the suddenly appearance of the striking aqua haired girl, class went to its usual mode. When classes were over, after school clubs and organizations were run. Haruka obviously liked it to get involved with everything that involved velocity and adrenalin, so she was in track and field. Being new to Machida High, Michiru needed to participate in an after school program or club. She wasn't very fond of joining crowds because there was always someone who wanted to make her life complicated due to her many outstanding skills.

What a day! I really wish I could just go home right now. Who am I kidding? I want to see him again. Why did he try so hard to avoid me? Hmm I could see him trying to discretely look my way. So what was that then?

"Ahem, hello. Kaioh-san, right?" a big smile welcomed Michiru, a girl of about her same age was awakening her from her inner thoughts. Ogawa Ayako, excellent student, reliable friend and student council president. Long silky black hair down to her mid- back, big blue eyes and radiant tan skin were her impressive features.

"Hello, yes that's right. I am Kaioh Michiru. Hmm how may I help you?"

"Actually, I am here to help you. Oh, I'm sorry. Where are my manners, I haven't present myself. I am Ogawa Ayako, student council president"

"Nice to meet you, Ogawa-san. I dint' see you in class today"

"I am not in your same class, but I had been informed of your presence in our lovely school, and one responsibility of my position is to help fellow classmates in after school programs or activities"

"Great! I was starting to feel a little lost. I really don't know where everything is yet"

"Don't worry, you will get used to it in no time. Hmm what kind of activities are you interested in pursue here at Machida?

"I would like to participate in any music or art program. I play the violin and I'm also a painter"

"That's awesome. We do have a very good orchestra, but umm I think they're not accepting new people just now and the art program is more for sculptors. I think that for today, it will be good to start with something basic to get you accustomed around. I happen to help track and field today; do you want to come with me?"

"Ah hah, yes. I would like that"

A huge stadium with an oval running track surrounded by a grassy area received the two girls. In the middle of the magnificent structure stood a tall, handsome blonde. Haruka was warming up to start her usual routine. Ever after she met those wonderful deep blue eyes of the aqua haired goddess, she couldn't concentrate anymore. In class she tried very hard to avoid contact with the said girl, but miserably failed.

What's wrong with me? I had never felt or acted this way for a girl. Gosh! I should just stop thinking about it, and see what happens. What happens? Damn, I'm so doomed, I shouldn't be even thinking about any possibilities!

"Haruka! Ten laps!" a short, light brown haired woman yelled at the racer. Her coach once again took her out of her thoughts.

Ten laps, was nothing for her. In a flash, the dedicated athlete was completely done. Even though, she wasn't totally worn out, she suddenly felt like the air she had been freely breathing was being stolen from her, and she was suffocating. The motive of her abruptly outburst, was nothing more and nothing less than a beautiful aqua goddess.

"Michiru, here, take this" Ayako offered Michiru some plastic cups, while she accommodated a large thermo water cooler on a near bench "We need to maintain our athletics hydrated, we don't want someone to pass out with this horrible heat" the girl explained and Michiru only nodded.

"Ok, so what do I do with these cups?" Michiru unsure asked.

"Umm, see that group over there" Ayako pointed to a small group of 7, three girls and four guys, but she particularly focused her attention on a tall blonde, whom at the moment looked like a little fish thrown out of water, with its mouth closing and opening "Well, I'm gonna fill these up and you are taking them over there, ok?"

"Uh huh" was all Michiru could manage before turning around with a tray full of cups filled with sport drinks.

Omg! She's coming this way! Ok relax, she's just another girl. Haruka reasoned.

"Hello, umm the student council body sends these drinks for you all" an angelic voice greeted the track & field team.

"Thank you, beauty" a tall, gracious guy with big gray eyes made his way to her while taking the tray from the artist.

"Y-your welcome" Michiru stuttered and took a step back from the stranger.

"There is no need to be scare babe" the guy casually smirked "I am the captain of this team, Ishii Kenta" Kenta offered his hand to Michiru "C'mon I don't bite… unless you want me to" he finished his sentence with a wink.

"Stop it Ishii, you're scaring the girl" a husky voice cut out the introduction and stepped in front of the two.

"Tenoh, Tenoh" Kenta chuckled "why don't you mind your own business? And leave the two us alone. Don't you see we're presenting each other?" Kenta faced the blonde in front of him.

"That's not the right way to do it Ishii and you know it!" the racer exclaimed without turning back to look at her defended.

"And who do you think you are to come and tell me how to treat women?" Kenta roared and took the blond by the collar of her shirt and hissed in a low tone "Just because you're one, it doesn't mean all are the same" Kenta let go of Haruka and pushed her away. The comment was inaudible for the rest of the team that reminded seated in their original places, but for Michiru's ears the message was crystal clear.

The blonde racer wasn't a violent person nor neither had she liked to get involved in fights, but she never let anyone stepped on her, still Ishii Kenta was an exception. Two powerful reasons oblige her to bend in front of him. Haruka's family, the Tenoh's, were villagers in the outsides of Tokyo. Haruka had lost her father when she was five years old. Tenoh Saburo and Tenoh Emiko were both very humble and hard workers. In a terrible dam construction of the river's village, Tenoh Saburo lost his life and let a young widow and a small daughter. After that, Haruka and her mother were all alone, it was then when Ishii Madoka, Haruka's godmother took pity on them and took them to her home in the village. Ishii Madoka was herself a widow too, but she had better possibilities. She only had two children, Ishii Kenta and Ishii Himeko were her only descendants and family. Kenta wore dark black hair and piercing gray eyes and was the same age as Haruka, and Himeko just one year younger than them.

When Madoka received a call from her relatives to come live to Tokyo, she didn't think twice to move out. However; Haruka's mother and Madoka's daughter resist moving out of the village and so they both stayed and only Kenta, his mother, and Haruka left their village for the big city. So, Yes, Ishii Kenta knew Haruka's biggest secret. That was one of the reasons, the other one was that she loved her godmother so much and despite the obvious rivalry between Kenta and herself, she had swear her godmother that she would always help and protect Kenta and his sister.

Haruka quickly stabled herself and straight up her back, her face was red, a clear demonstration of her anger. She well knew that what Kenta had said didn't escaped the gorgeous violinist's ears. Kenta just gave a malicious smile and turned his back on her, motioning a hand to the rest of his team to leave and so they did, including him.

"Sorry about that" Haruka mumbled.

"Y-you don't have anything to be sorry about, it was not your fault. If someone should be sorry, it should be me. I provoked this, I'm sorry" the aqua haired girl said almost in a sob.

"No, please don't cry" Haruka quickly moved to the violinist's side "I guess it wasn't anybody's fault, but please don't feel bad for this" the slender hands of the racer quickly found Michiru's waist pulling her close for a tender embrace.

When the racer realized what she was doing, she quickly let go of the smaller girl. Much to Michiru's displeasure she also let go of the blonde.

"G-gomen. Hmm I don't think this is the right time and place, but I have to ask you. Did you hear everything Ishii said?" the blonde was at lost, nobody but her closest friends and family knew, yes that included Kenta. She couldn't let just anyone know about her secret, her promising and future career could be at risk.

It might had not been obvious to the violinist when she first saw Haruka, that the latter was a woman because of the male's uniform this one was wearing and her androgynous features. Now that she was very close she could see little details such as Haruka's jawline, that couldn't pass an artist knowledge. Even if she hadn't heard what Kenta had said, she still knew she could have figured it out herself.

"Don't worry; your secret is safe with me. I don't know you, but you obviously must have a reason to want to hide your identity" Michiru reassured the racer giving her a small smile.

"Uh huh, thank you. You're right, I do have my reasons and you're also right that we don't know each other. Why don't we start by introducing ourselves properly" the handsome blonde gave her best smile and took her hand out of her pocket "Tenoh Haruka, nice to meet you"

Michiru gave her another smile "Kaioh Michiru, nice to meet you too"

"Umm, tell me Kaioh-san…"

"Michiru" the artist interrupted Haruka.

Haruka laughed shortly "Only if you call me Haruka" and just winked at her companion.

"That sounds fair" Michiru hardly tried to hide her light blush by turning away from Haruka's gaze but she miserably failed.

"Ok, now tell me Michiru-san, do you have a ride home? Is getting quite late and it could be dangerous to walk home alone, if you want to, I could give you a ride home" Haruka showed her charming smile.

"And who said I was walking home alone?" the violinist just loved the reaction she had made on the tall blonde. Haruka just gulped and her face was crimson red again, yet this time was purely shame.

"Uh, uh I-I... I don't know, I was just…" Haruka was now blabbering and stopped when she heard the melodic giggles of the aqua haired girl.

"I just kidding Haruka, I would like very much to ride with you" the artist said without noticing what she had said or how she had forgotten to use an honorific to address Haruka.

"What did you just said?" Haruka asked with a mischievous and mocking tone and she quickly saw the small girl turning red in front of her.

"G-gomen, I-I…" Michiru felt her cheeks warm quickly as she realized her mistake and she didn't know what more to say.

"Ah, it's ok Michiru. I don't mind, really. You can call me whatever you like" Haruka smirked.

"You cocky, arrogant…baka" Michiru turned away once more and pretended to be offended.

"I-I am sorry, Michiru-san. I didn't mean to offend you or anything, I was just…" soft laughter interrupted her once more and she watched the aqua haired girl turning to face her.

"Ha-ha, you should have seen your face Haruka, it was priceless" Michiru continued laughing.

"Ah, so you were just teasing me and we're back to our first names Michiru?"

Michiru smiled sheepishly "If you don't like me calling you by only your first name, I will understand"

"Nonsense, Michiru. I just told you, you can call me whatever you like and I guess that includes cocky, arrogant baka and just Haruka, ne?" a small curve was formed in the racer's lips.

"No"

"No?"

"No, you're not an arrogant baka, you might be a little cocky, but that's all"

"Sheesh, thank you"

Both teenagers started laughing and walked out of the stadium, not before Haruka changed her gym clothes back again to her uniform. Once Haruka was again presentable, they walked to the parking lot. A 2005 Suzuki GSX-R1000 motorbike in royal blue and white awaited them. Haruka had made an extra effort saving money for her future and sending some for her mother, but she earned just enough to buy the well maintained bike, it wasn't a new one being six years in the market already but she just loved her bike.

"Well, ready?" Haruka offered Michiru her helmet, she being an experienced and 'careful' rider (with the exception of occasional speeding) didn't need to wear it.

"I...I have never been on a bike before Haruka. I think it would be much better and safer to walk or take a bus"

"Oh c'mon Michiru. I promise I'm an excellent rider and I will take care of you"

"I'm just not really sure" Haruka took advantage of the smaller girl's moment of hesitation and started the bike's engine, in a second the motor took life. Haruka hopped into her seat and extended a hand for Michiru while she balanced her weight with her foot on land. Hesitantly, Michiru let go of all her fears and hopped in behind Haruka.

"Now, put on your helmet and hold tight, ok" Haruka's voice floated between the motor's noise. Before Michiru could change her mind or jump off the bike, Haruka started riding her Suzuki. As she started moving along Tokyo streets, she realized she didn't ask Michiru where she lived. Well maybe after all, Haruka was a little baka. Haruka remembered a beautiful park she had been before by the area she was riding by now and so she decided to stop there for a moment.

TO BE CONTINUED...

There is more to this story (Of course if ya'll want to) I have some more work done, but I am gonna wait and see if ya'll like it or no before I post.