This story came to mind one day while I was at work. I promise I'm working on the sequel to Vampiric Fate right now as well. :D

I do not own the characters Haruka Tenoh or Michiru Kaioh as they belong to Naoko Takeuchi.

This story was also translated into Spanish by Janeth Haru if you prefer to read in Spanish. Thanks for the translation. :)

The Bluenette

"I remember the day I woke up. I was lying in a hospital bed. It felt as though I had been there for a while. I looked around my surroundings but didn't recognize anything. My body felt so weak when I tried to move. When I lifted up my right arm I saw a tattoo but I had no memory of getting it. I had no memory of anything at all. I couldn't even read the tattoo. Sure, it was in a language but the language was foreign to me. After a while some nurses came in. All I remember was them saying 'She's awake! She's awake!'

"I continued to lie down on the bed and watch the nurses. They asked me a few questions I was unable to answer. They asked my name. I was confused, I was in a hospital… surely they knew my name. I observed the tag on my wrist. I was labeled as a Jane Doe. I turned to them and spoke. 'My name is Haruka.' Was it my name? I think it was, it seemed familiar. When they asked my last name I drew a blank.

"I wanted to stand but they wouldn't let me. I asked them why I was in the room and they both looked at each other for a moment. 'You were in a coma for two years.' A coma? How did I end up in a coma? I asked them but they had no idea. They told me someone brought me in. After a thorough investigation no one was able to figure out where I had come from. Somehow all my health records were gone and they couldn't even identify me from dental records either.

"I continued to lie in the bed for weeks. They helped me regain the muscle in my legs and allowed me to walk around. I wanted them to cut my hair short, it seemed familiar to me that I had short hair and they did so. In the two years I was in the coma no one had come to claim me. I felt completely lost. The only thing that tied me to my past was this tattoo and a few scars. The scar I have across my face – from my left temple down my cheek and down the edge of my lips. On my legs were more scars. For a while I was ashamed of how I looked.

"After about a month I couldn't take anymore. I wanted to escape. I hated my life and what's more I hated I couldn't remember anything. I looked around for my escape. My eyes set sight on an aluminum soda can. I took the can and crushed it until the edge was sharp enough to cut into my skin. I was alone in my room as I began to dig the can into my wrist. I cut directly down the tattoo I had and watched the blood pour from the wound.

"Right as I thought I was about to be free a nurse had come to check on me. She ran to my bed and wrapped up my wrist as fast as she could. Then she called for help. I passed out from the blood loss and hoped I would never open my eyes again. A few days later I found myself being put into a mental hospital…"

"You're going to be staying in here for a while, Miss Haruka." A man said as he walked the blonde woman into a room. There were two beds adjacent from each other. The room was small and dimly lit.

Haruka looked at the man. "I'm not crazy. I don't belong here."

"You roommate is out with the others at the moment. Why don't get you get comfortable?" The man said and left the room with the door open.

Haruka sighed and walked to one of the beds. She was unsure of which one would be hers but decided to lie down for a moment. Her wrist was still wrapped from where she had cut herself a couple of days ago. She traced her fingers down the scar on her face and grimaced.

"T-that's my bed!" She was caught off guard when a woman spoke from the entrance of the room. "My bed!" The woman scurried over to Haruka and tried to pull her out of the bed.

"I'm sorry." Haruka stood and walked to the other bed. She took a moment to look at the person that had disturbed her. The woman was very slim and wore the attire every other patient wore except her sleeves were a bit longer. She had her left sleeve pushed up to her elbow and her right sleeve dangled just below her wrist. What caught Haruka's attention was the long wavy hair. It seemed to be a blue color at first glance. 'My roommate is a bluenette?' Haruka thought to herself as she observed the woman with the strangely colored hair.

The woman sat on the bed that Haruka had been removed from moments ago. She scooted to lean against the wall and brought her knees to her chest. Haruka continued to observe the woman for a moment. The woman played with a wrist warmer on her left wrist. She spun it around her wrist and mumbled a few things under her breath before her eyes locked onto Haruka's eyes.

Haruka wanted to ask the woman what her name was but was unsure of how to speak to the woman. Her roommate had stunningly beautiful blue eyes but something in them seemed a bit off. It seemed as though the woman had lost her mind years ago and was struggling to take control of herself.

"You're hurt." The woman mumbled. Haruka felt as though the eyes of her roommate had landed on the scar that was ripped across her face. "Does it hurt?" The woman stood from her bed and approached Haruka. The blonde continued to sit silently as her roommate touched the scar on her face.

"No." Haruka wanted to pull away from her roommate but was still attempting to assess the situation. Instead Haruka closed her eyes as the other woman drew a finger across the scar. She started from the top of her temple and slowly brushed a finger to the end of the scar just below her lips.

"Did it hurt?" The woman withdrew her hand and moved back to her bed. She continued to keep her eyes locked on Haruka's.

"I don't remember." Haruka bowed her head and looked at the floor. "I don't remember anything."

Her roommate scooted back onto her bed again and leaned against the wall in the same position as before. Not once did the woman's eyes divert from the blonde's face while she observed her. "My name is Mich." She finally mumbled after a moment.

"My name is Haruka." The blonde then traced the scar on her face with her own finger. The scar was very deep. She was afraid she would be stuck with the horrible scar until the end of her life.

"Har…ooka." The woman mumbled for a moment as she was trying to pronounce the foreign name. "Haru…ooka." She looked up at Haruka and said it a third time. "Haru…ooka?"

"You can call me Haru if it's easier for you to say."

"Haruk. Haru." Mich smiled from her bed as she finally found the way to say it. "Haru."

"That's right." The blonde smiled. She felt sorry for the woman in front of her. Haruka knew she was not crazy but her roommate was lost. She wondered what the woman might have gone through to find herself here. Her roommate continued to repeat her name a couple of times as though she was making sure she had it right. Haruka threw her legs onto her bed and stretched out.

"Did that hurt?" The woman had approached her again. She was pointing at one of Haruka's legs that had been slightly exposed from her pant leg rising.

Haruka sat up and looked at her leg. "I don't remember." She leaned forward to pull it back down but was stopped when her roommate pushed the leg of her pants up a bit further. Even though the woman was not in her right mind her touch soothed Haruka and she allowed her to look at the scars.

"It must have hurt." Mich touched a few of the scars on Haruka's leg.

"I guess." Haruka leaned forward and pulled the leg of her pants down to cover the scars.

Her roommate backed up to her bed again and sat down. Mich scratched her arm that was covered by the sleeve. "Yeah. It must have hurt." The woman spoke again and laid down on her bed. She kept her focus on Haruka still. "Must have hurt." She mumbled and finally closed her eyes.

Haruka watched her roommate rest for a moment. For the most part the room was silent. The outside was a different story. Haruka turned her attention to the door that was still standing open. A few people walked by the door mumbling to themselves. Others ran by quickly screaming. Haruka began to wonder if she would be stuck in here forever. She wondered if her memory would ever return. With a sigh she rolled over and fell asleep.

"It burns!" A voice screamed and woke Haruka suddenly. Her roommate was twisting and turning in her bed. "It burns…" Her screams turned into a few grunts. "Are you okay?" The woman seemed to be talking in her sleep now.

Haruka turned onto her other side to watch her roommate. A part of her wanted to comfort the woman but another part found it best to stay put in her own bed. She continued to listen to the other woman talk in her sleep.

Mich was now giggling. Maybe her dream was more pleasant now? "Yes. I'm ready." She kept talking. Haruka was curious as to what or who she was talking to. "It stings." Mich giggled mischievously. The giggle sounded more like a hiss as though she up to no good in her dream.

Someone knocked on the open door and entered. It was the same man that had brought Haruka into the room earlier. He was holding a tray as he approached the two women in their beds. "I have brought your medication."

Haruka turned to look at him. "I'm not crazy. I don't need medication."

"It will help with your depression." He handed her a small plastic cup that had a couple pills in it.

Haruka took the cup and looked at it. "Do I really need this?" She scoffed at the pills.

"Yes." The man then turned to Mich that had opened her eyes. "Here you go." He handed her roommate a cup with pills as well.

Haruka continued to look into the cup for a moment. "Do you have water?" She asked the man. He handed her a cup with water and Haruka downed the pills along with the water. She turned back on her side to sleep again.

"Haru." She heard her roommate call from behind her. "Are you okay?"

Haruka snorted for a moment. Her crazy roommate was asking her if she was okay. "I'm fine." Haruka rolled over and looked at her roommate whom was lying across from her on her own bed still. In turn Haruka felt as though she should be asking if her roommate was 'okay'. "I'm going to sleep now." The blonde shut her eyes and tried to drift away into sleep. Mich mumbled a few more times to herself and repeated the blonde's name a couple more times.

"That was the first time I met my roommate. I felt sorry for her. I didn't know what was wrong with her and it upset me in a way. For some reason I felt the need to try to comfort her. I didn't understand why I felt like that about this crazy woman. Her touch was so gentle when she ran her fingers across the scar on my face. I wondered if I should cry or not while I lied in that bed the first day."