A set of headlights can be seen over the crest of the hill, a large, deep red, truck pulling a full size enclosed trailer behind it. The driver a short spiky red head, tapping her fingers along the black leather steering wheel, with the indistinguishable rock music. There is another woman in the truck, a lengthy sandy blonde haired woman. Who is looking at the reflection of her intense green eyes in her new trophy. The trophy a standard large oval shaped cup with two large handles on either side. A groan comes from the athletic red haired woman as she looks over at the other woman from the corner of her eye. The reflection of the blonde is contorted by the over-sized trophy, much like a fun house mirror.

"Haruka stop polishing that thing will you, it's not like you won't get another." Haruka grins at the driver, it stretching ear from ear. Haruka loves how she can annoy the other woman, but also briefly wondering if Erin is jealous of her success and won't admit it.

"Ah you are just mad because I get all the women." Erin scoffs, shaking her head slowly in slight annoyance and mild amusement as she rolls her deep green eyes. Erin used to Haruka's cocky attitude, but knowing the blonde is actually very humble.

" Aye aye and yet somehow, you are still single." Erin grins as she see Haruka glare at her, much like Haruka, Erin finding amusement in annoying the other. Erin smile turns to a confused look as she drives past a car on the side of the road with two young women. The headlights of the truck catch the silver body of the vehicle and Erin's attention. Haruka noting Erin's expression looks to see them as well, disappearing in the rear view mirror. Erin looks at the clock, it glows a faint green and reading 2:28 am. Erin's jaw falls slightly slack as she speaks in disbelief, her foot already off the accelerator. The truck's speed slowly drops at a steady pace from the lack of power.

"Was that?" Haruka nods quietly in reply to the slightly stunned driver, in a bit of small shock herself.

"Yes two women on the side of the road at 3 in the morning." Erin stops the truck; luckily they were not going that fast because of Erin's earlier release of the accelerator. The truck groans as it stops the large trailer behind it bumping the tailgate slightly. Erin carefully turns it about so as to not get caught in a ditch on either side of the road.

"They both look gorgeous" Haruka puts her head out of the window looking for the car. Erin burst out in laughter, Haruka's actions making her think of a dog sticking its head out the window. Erin getting the mental image of a golden retriever with a honey colored coat. Bouncing around in a small circle on the seat; happily sticking its head out every few seconds. The hyper animal wanting to get out of the truck as soon as possible. Erin continues to laugh as the trucks headlights reflection of the car's silver body, again but due to the slower speed it illuminates both the two women stand next to the car and young girl on the hood of the car as well.

"The only thing that pulls Haruka from her trophies...a woman" Erin smiles and mumbles to her-self as she pulls the truck and trailer over to the side of the road, not caring she is crossing the median and blocking the other lane of traffic.

The smaller woman glances up hearing the truck return. Her ravishing aqua hair framing her delicate features as it lay softly against her skin gently as if she was floating. The woman taps her taller bronze skinned companion on the shoulder. The other woman is not too much taller in height. No more then an inch or two. Her caramel colored skin making the woman look exotic and mysterious as she attempts to ignore the other woman's prodding. The woman keeps her back to the other as she moves her phone about slightly in vain trying to get a signal.

"Ah Setsuna..."The woman says continuing to tap Setsuna on the shoulder as she watches the on-coming automobile "Ah Setsuna"

"Not now Michiru I am trying to get a signal to call a tow truck..." Setsuna knocks Michiru hand way with her own hand. Setsuna's eyes never leaving the cell phone. Setsuna's crimson eyes peer at the phone, as if trying to will it to find a signal. Setsuna's long dark green hair sways slightly from the movement of her shoulder. But due to the length it absorbs the momentum staying perfectly still where it ends at the woman's ankles. The headlights come into full view, set high off the ground making it obvious it is not a small passenger vehicle. A young child, having be no more then 10 years old. Jumps from the hood of the immobile vehicle, have been sitting on it arms behind her body flat against the slightly curving hood. Her raven hair floats up and down as she begins to bounce up and down while she points at the on-coming headlights. The lights from the mysterious truck falls slowly as if fog, on the poor stranded women.

"Mama mama, look at car." Setsuna looks over at the small girl, exhaustion in her feature as she continues to attempt to get help. Setsuna's gaze though on the young woman, is unfocused. The small light purple dress she is wearing, following her movements without pause.

"Yes Hotaru I see they are just going to drive by like the others" The woman turns her attention back towards her phone, being able to see the screen better as the light increases from the on-coming truck. How is the lighting getting better? Setsuna turns her head slowly looking up to see the large truck moving towards them and much to her joyful surprise slowing down along-side them. Michiru simply grins as Haruka jumps out of the vehicle stumbling a few steps from the slight momentum left from the truck. Thank Kami I didn't fall on my face But Haruka manages to stay on her feet before she walks over to Michiru. Hard to be suave with a face full of gravel

Erin drives past the wounded car, her larger dual wheeled pick-up truck having not issues. She continues a few hundred feet on the slightly slick grass. The morning dew just starting to lie on the blades of grass as Erin backs up. The truck moves perfectly keeping the large full length racing trailer straight regardless of the slight slant on the hill. Setsuna slightly worried the driver is going to hit her car as Erin continues backwards. Erin stops the truck and trailer killing the engine. With the press of some kind of button the tail gate at the end of the trailer falls open. Setsuna and Michiru jumps slightly from the loud sound of the metal ramp hitting the damp ground, the end of the ramp with-in 5 feet of the front of the 4 door Mercedes. Haruka have already jump out the truck and b-lined for Michiru, not even bothering to help guide Erin into place. But quietly obviously Erin was used to handling the large object without the aid of the blonde. With a large grin Haruka give a small short bow before the porcelain skinned woman, the mist of the morning dew around her seems to make her glow in the light cast by the headlights of the truck. She is breath taking, she looks familiar, and I know I have seen her before I would not forget such beauty

"Hello there my dear, may we be of assistance?"

"We?" Setsuna inquires with an raised eyebrow as she turns towards the blonde. Setsuna is still in a state of disbelief that anyone stopped to help. Let alone some with a full length racing trailer, which they are pulling her car into without any kind of request. Michiru smiling slightly before a look of slight surprise appears on her face, as she realizes who she is standing in front of. She is even more handsome in person.

"You are Haruka Tenou the F1 race we just saw your race, why are you out so late?"Michiru shifs nervously, trying to hide the slight pink appearing on her cream skin. Haruka smiles, amused she has the woman so befuddled and nervous. Though in the back of her mind knows this woman is different the all women before. Michiru commanding your respect and attention just with her presents itself.

"Had to load back up to take everything home. My lady, my partner is" Haruka points over her shoulder, Haruka knowing Erin to be there without have to look over her shoulder. The two women follow Haruka's thumb's direction to Erin. Who has a set of large greasy chains over both her shoulders, the chains hanging down dragging on the ground somewhat. Before it loops back up onto the woman's shoulders. Erin looks more similar to a fisherman caring his line then a woman towing a car. "Erin over there is very particular about loading." Setsuna raises an eyebrow noting the other woman's lack of concern how dirty she gets. Setsuna notices the large amounts of the grease covering the woman before she disappears behind the trailer.

"Erin? The infamous mechanical engineer? " Haruka gives Setsuna a funny look, partly at her tone but mostly because of her knowledge of Erin's existence at all.

"Hai, but how do you know Erin. She stays away from the public events?" Haruka's curiosity of learning more of her closed off older counter point peaked

"You don't know?" Haruka again looks stunned at Setsuna not sure if the woman is mocking her or if she is serious.

Just as Haruka was to speak again, to answer Setsuna's question. Erin chucks a radio at her, hitting her in the back of the head. The small ear bud sized radio bouncing off Haruka's head softly before landing in the grass below by Haruka's feet. Haruka grumbles and turns around glaring daggers at Erin, which just makes Erin roll her eyes at the younger woman. Haruka turns her attention back to Michiru looking into her deep blue eyes, even though her question is meant for Setsuna.

"Where do you know her from?" Haruka casts a brief glance in direct Erin was last standing, as she bends over scooping up the small radio. "I would not think a woman as elegant as you would watch such a thing, I am grateful or I may have never been able to bask in you beauty" Haruka softly takes Michiru's hand but the very tip of her fingers as she slowly stands. Using the pervious gesture as an excuse to kiss the top of Michiru's hand. Michiru blushes slightly, she has had many admires before. None were this well-mannered. I know she is a horrible flirt, she is tends to think of them as some kind of quickie. Though Michiru knew of Haruka's playboy behavior, she still felt as if she could trust Haruka.

" Oi, Romeo take the ladies in the nice heated truck you idiot." Haruka scoffs at the older woman's suggestion in her ear. Always curious as to how Erin always knows what she is doing and where she is doing it. God she is beautiful, she collected, calm, intelligent. She lady without an, I am superior attitude, I am drawn to her I can't take my eyes off her. Haruka thinks quietly, Michiru looks over at Setsuna in some kind of silent advice from the older woman. Setsuna shrugs at Michiru, she know more of Haruka's mechanic then Haruka. Michiru decides silently to go for it the closes the distance between herself and Haruka.

"Mr. Tenou you ok?" Michiru catching the smell of Haruka's cologne Oh to close, she is intoxicating...Michiru reprimands herself for getting so close to the blonde. Michiru not noticing that she has entranced Haruka herself.

"Huh." Haruka snaps out of her thoughts " What... ah no call me Haruka please" Haruka pause for a moment to clear her head it feel slightly light headed from behind so close to the violinist. "My grease monkey has a point lets go to the truck and get warmed up" Haruka takes a step back facing the two women before extending her left arm out completely. The two women take the silent invitation, Hotaru right behind the group.

"I heard that you needlessly egotistical twit." Haruka just ignores Erin's words as she opens the door to the well-sized tractor-trailer. The race car trailer is a dark navy blue in color with very little writing or logos. Only the racers' name and number of the car stand against the endless sea of blue. A small 5 foot by foot area with a logo and "Sponsored by" the only other thing on the trailer's side. They all step inside Haruka offers them to take a seat at a nearby table, Setsuna pausing in the doorway looking around.

" I am sorry ladies, I am being rude I have not asked your names." Haruka asks as she gives a shallow bow at the waist.

"Oh, my name is Michiru Kaiou and "Michiru turns towards Setsuna and Hotaru "That is Setsuna Meioh my manger and Hotaru her daughter."

"Michiru Kaiou? " That is where I know her from "The famous violinist? I knew I have seen that beautiful smile before. Your music is hypnotizing, I am sorry my schedule does not allow me to see more of your concerts."

"Why thank you Haruka, I heard you play piano perhaps we can play with each other..." Michiru says with a suggestive tone. Oh no, I did not mean it like that, well I did but... why does she affect me so. Setsuna rolls her eyes at the two flirting teens, the two teens oblivious to notice Setsuna's lack of movement deeper into the trailer. Setsuna looks around the trailer slowly, Haruka's F1 racecar standing out most in seemingly endless space. The car sits boldly on the stainless steel plated floor, the majority of the car's body a deep navy blue. A long thin a spoiler being the tallest point of the car, only the head rest of the rounded driver's seat close to the three foot height. A soft slope leading from the head rest to the rear tires painted gold making it stand out from the rest of the vehicle. The color ends at a precise point on the rear bumper. Either end of the spoiler hanging a few inches over the three foot wide car body. The front of the curved cut out for the driver's seat, lay a gold triangle. Which continues over the front nose of the race car, accenting the bullet shaped nose. The front two tires have dual colored fenders. Strips of navy blue run down between the gold painted fenders, to a fine exact point. The car tied down to the trailer floor with great care in one of the two areas to design for cars. It lay strapped in the center, the two rear large tires placed in the indention for the tires in the stainless steel floor. The vehicle held down with a set on large yellow neon straps throughout the car's body. One strap holds encircles the width of the rear spoiler, slightly suppressing the large springs as the strap secures itself to the floor. There are two straps on the either side of the nose, on the smaller front spoiler. On top of this all, is a large black nylon net covering the whole racing machine. The mess net secured every 2 inches around the 16 foot race car. Making it quiet obvious the owner of the vehicle is cautious, perhaps needlessly so.

"Well you do live in luxury Mr. Tenou." Setsuna finds her voice as she takes the last few steps out of the doorway. As she steps deeper into the trailer she notices it includes a small bathroom complete with a shower. Haruka glances over her shoulder at Setsuna snapping her out of the daze.

"Yeah I wish, no this a portable version of Erin's shop, all the walls hold tools." Haruka reaches over behind Michiru, to flip a switch on the corner wall of the small kitchen. The tools on the walls become noticeable as they are bathed in a soft light. The tools now fully visible, they range from a basic open-end wrench to, manufacturer specific scan tools for SRS. Three quarters of the wall covered with tools only a small 20 foot area of the trailer bare. Setsuna is amazed by the fact the 40 foot long and 12 foot tall walls of the trailer are covered with tools. Not a single tool the same, Setsuna just chuckles as she joins them at the table. Haruka offers Michiru her hand as she silently offers Michiru a seat. Michiru takes Haruka's hand with a smile, as she gently takes a seat. Her whole body turns instantly hot, she looks down to hide her flushing cheeks. What is wrong with me, I feel light headed and nervous like a schoolgirl

"Erin must like having just about everything around?" Setsuna inquires at no one in particular as she takes in the small area, it a simple while tiled octagon shape. The small area is a small kitchen/dining area, with matte eggshell walls. The right wall where Haruka had flipped the switch earlier, has a small bench built into the wall, it covered with a slightly worn blue cloth. The bench ends where it meets another bench at a 90 degree angle. The second wall covered in the same matte eggshell paint lay bare running about 60 feet before meeting the far left wall at a 90 degree angle. The left wall containing a variety of appliances, including a stainless steel refrigerator, microwave and a counter with a small stainless steel sink. White counters filling the space between the appliances, a group of small match cabinets running along, parallel to the counters. Bolted to the floor there is a large brass pole with a 2 inch thick table top attached. The table just a basic salt and pepper like pattern is bolted within comfortable sitting distance from the benches on the right wall. It leaves a good amount of space for one to use the appliances without feeling cramped.

"Yea Erin is anal retentive perfectionist, she hates having to look for her tools. But every improvement she has ever made on the stock frame, makes it lighter and generally better break horse power..." Haruka stops then blushes. "Sorry I get carried away sometimes." She steps aside allowing Michiru to glide along the bench. The violinist takes a seat, making sure to leave enough room for the racer. God I swear she looks like she is glowing. Haruka looks down at the floor rubbing the back of her neck, debating how close to sit. Not wanting to sit too close to upset Michiru nor too far away to make Michiru think she is not interested. Michiru's attention pulled from the nervous racer as she turns to look at someone coming through the trailer door.

"I am not anal retentive you cocky wanker, you should keep your mouth shut or I will seize up your little porches' engine." Haruka curse under her breath, at the engineer's interruption. Erin's mocking making her forget her mental debate. Her instinct answers her earlier question, by sitting next to Michiru. Haruka sits with little space between them, 3 inches at most. Michiru and Setsuna laugh softly at the pair's banter. Haruka is so cute when she embarrassed. Erin enters the trailer, covered in grease. Her naked upper body so covered with grease that it hides Erin's natural skin color. There are some areas of Erin's shoulders and stomach that remained untouched by the grease. Erin legs only have a few scattered spots of grease on her Dickie work pants. Erin's topless form causes Setsuna to blush, Setsuna uncertain why the practically nude woman flusters her so. Michiru raises an eyebrow at her friend's reaction. Well that is interesting

"What happen to your clothes?" At least Haruka did not learn her modesty from Erin Michiru ask as Erin heads to the back of the truck to use the wench controls.

"Huh, my clothes...I strip them off because I get hot." Erin is totally oblivious to Setsuna discomfort with her state of dress. Haruka grins noticing Setsuna's discomfort, decides to use it to try to embarrass Erin.

"Baka put some clothes on before you make this poor woman's head pop off like a bottle rocket." Haruka mocks pointing her thumb the Setsuna who's head can barely be seen above the table now I am not going to touch the I got hot comment Haruka thinks with a smirk. Erin grunts, grumbling under her breath as she starts the wench then walks away to a small closet. Setsuna surprised at herself, she has never had issues seeing Michiru and any other women in such a state or less of dress. Why is Erin different?

"I am sorry my dear ladies I am use to just knuckle head over there being in the trailer." Erin retorts as she grabs a pair clean boxers and pants. Erin changes them quickly not bothering to go behind a screen. Setsuna sits back up and readjust herself, clearing her throat. That was awkward; she is fit though and has a really nice ba... Ah I have been around Michiru too long

"Umm don't you have a husband?" Setsuna asks as she takes a pot of water and puts it on the stove, as she attempts to make idle conversation. Both Erin and Haruka look at each then, before they both look at Setsuna and back a few times before bursting out laughing, which of course confuses both Michiru and Setsuna. Ok I could understand laughing about Haruka, but Erin? If Erin is...were and Haruka lovers before? Michiru wonders to herself looking at the two women with intrigue.

"What is so funny?" Michiru ask Erin manages to stop laughing first to answer, as she stands back up right from being double over in laughter.

"Your dear friend asked if I have a husband," Erin gives a soft smile to the uncomfortable Setsuna." it is a sensible question, it is an inside joke of Haruka's. No love no husband no boyfriend..." Erin stalks over towards Setsuna leaning down so the tip of her nose is touching Setsuna's" I am more likely to show you my "trailer" then any man." Good lord she has very intense green eyes, I am glad she has no, wait? Why do I care if she has anyone I am not...I am tired that is all. Erin stands back up and heads back outside to double check the ties on Setsuna's car. Erin gets ready to use the wench to pull the vehicle onto the trailer.

Setsuna tries not turn red as Michiru look over at Haruka, who just smiles in response. Is Setsuna attracted to Erin? I didn't think she was, well I never have asked her Michiru ponders glancing over at Setsuna, having known the woman for many years. Never before has anyone seem to affect the older woman so much.

"There is a joke going around the circuit, that Erin is more of a man then any of the drivers" Haruka sneering slightly with the statement.

"I thought Erin was your engineer?" Setsuna replies her face returning to its normal color as she takes the pot and pours tea and coffee. Setsuna happy for the distraction so not to be caught looking at Erin.

"Yes but she always test drives the car after adjustments and she has been in some nasty spill I remember this one crash..." Haruka is about to continue when Erin pops her head in the trailer. The group not even noticing Erin is no longer by Setsuna's car. Erin with a large grin on her face, and she taps her ear.

"You may want to take off the radio, before talking about me baka." Erin disappears from the door-frame. Haruka coughs taking her ear bud out and leans back into bench, hand idly sitting around her coffee, other arm wrapped around Michiru. Her perfume is wonderful, and she has such soft skin . The loud clatter of the trailer's tailgater closing causes Setsuna and Michiru to jump. Michiru unknowingly jumping into Haruka's arms, much to the blonde's joy. Setsuna puts a hand to her chest over her heart. Setsuna and Michiru look at the end of the trailer where the noise came from. There stands Erin quietly as if nothing was wrong, pulling Setsuna's car into place with the wench. Erin secures Setsuna's car with some nylon straps that match the one holding down the formula one car. But rather than strapping them to the car itself, Erin uses the undamaged tires in the rear, to strap the car down into the pre-constructed tire notches in the floor. She continues by using the undamaged front frame to tie the remainder of the car down to some hooks bolted into the floor. Erin completes this in silence before she disappears again without a word to the three women on where she is going. The door to the truck opens, with a groan the ramp at the end of the trailer lifts and seals shut. The engine of the truck springs to life, the vehicle slowly moving onto the road and picking up speed as it heads to its final destination.

"Sorry about Erin, she is like a big...brother, but she just tells it like it is, she does not soften anything, so if she comes off as an ass trust me she is not. There have been times she will get up at 2,3,4, in the morning to get me cough medicine, when I am be ridden." Haruka slides the sugar over to Michiru, also flashing Michiru a playful smile.

"So how did you end up on the side of the road like this Lady Kaiou?" Haruka trying to think of any reason she can to get Michiru to talk. Haruka finds Michiru's voice very hypnotizing.

"Please just call me Michiru." Michiru turns to face Haruka with a smile, enjoying the playful banter and flirting.

"Fair enough Michiru as long as you call me Haruka." Haruka looks into Michiru's eyes resting a hand on top of Michiru's gently. Michiru smiles tenderly, gazing into Haruka's eyes for a moment before speaking.

"Setsuna, myself and Hotaru, were coming back from your race in fact. Some fool came flying down the wrong side of the road on his motorcycle with his headlights out. So Setsuna swerved to miss him but in the process went off the road and hit a tree. "Michiru pauses looking into Haruka's eyes before a thought hits her "Wait a moment that reminds me how come I never seen you at any of the dinner parties?" Michiru very interested in the possibility of spending more time with the young racer.

"Umm...I try to leave as soon as I can, they are very uncomfortable, of course I would change my mind if in the company of a lady such as yourself." Haruka leans closer to whisper the last part of the sentence into her ear. Michiru gets chills from Haruka's warm breath on her ear.

"Haruka how old is the little one?" Erin's voice booms over the PA system, Haruka cursing Erin for ruining the romantic mood.

"Huh?" Haruka for the first time notices Hotaru sitting next to Setsuna. Haruka smiling at the young woman, Hotaru turns and hides her face in Setsuna's side.

"You must excuse her Haruka, Hotaru is very shy. To answer your question Mr. Raghnall she is 9" Setsuna answers calmly Wonder why she want to know

"Please just call me Erin, Mr. Raghnall makes me feel like I should be bent over and have liver spots..." Hotaru giggles at Erin's remark, Setsuna raising an eyebrow briefly at her daughter. "Ah, does she like to read or draw? I have some books and art supplies if she wants any" The shuffling of paper can be heard underneath Erin's words.

" Yes please mister I love to read and Aunt Michiru may want to draw," Hotaru says with a grin, Michiru just smiles at Hotaru Hotaru never one to not ask for what she wants Setsuna smiles watching her daughter's giggling and playful behavior with the older woman.

" Ah I believe I can do that my dear princess" There is a click from the radio then a few moments later a stack of books appear from the middle of the table, a set of art supplies lands on Haruka's head. Hotaru and Setsuna opening laugh at the look on Haruka's face, were as Michiru giggles behind her hand as she collects the art supplies from around Haruka.

"Hey, Erin what is wrong with you?" Erin just laughs, Haruka grumbles handing the supplies to Michiru. They couldn't be ex-lovers Erin does act like Haruka's annoying older brother Michiru opens a small sketch book leaning against Haruka gently, stopping Haruka's grumbling as Haruka lays an arm softly across Michiru's waist.

"Hey got to shrink that big head of yours or I may not be able out of the trailer." Setsuna snickers as Hotaru grabs some of the books and contently sits back to read.

"She is good at witty retorts." Setsuna replies. Haruka is right Erin is not actually that bad. Michiru draws with a soft leaded pencil as she nuzzles Haruka's ear.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, would you perhaps consider going to the up and coming charity gala with me?" Haruka whispers in Michiru's ear, Michiru grins and looks up into Haruka's eyes, loosing herself in the endless depths, blushing slightly as she manages to answer without stumbling over herself.

"I would love too." God even her voice gives me chills