Note: Since I can't throw away the plot bunnies inside my head, I decided to write this out. I knew I should be continuing my other fic, but this one keeps bugging me. I need to pour this bunnies into story.

Disclaimer: I never own sailor moon.

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7 years ago

A little girl who was carrying a blue backpack stared nervously across the playground. She walked very slowly to one of the available bench there. A moment ago she had successfully built her sand castle for the first time. She built it by herself. While she was looking away to show her work to others, a bunch of kids came and destroyed it with one kick.

"What are you doing?" The girl cried, she then grabbed the boy who had ruined her castle on his arm.

"This is our headquarters, go away!" The other kid who came with the boy yelled. There were 4 of them and each had surrounded the little girl to the corner.

"We don't have a place for little girl like you, go away." The boy slapped her hand from his arm. The girl fell on the sand earning mocking laugh from them.

She sighed as she put down her school backpack on the bench. She watched how the other girls were experiencing the same like her. Now, the playground was owned by the boys.

She looked down, holding up her tears. Her parent told her how she had to keep her emotion in bay and calm. That's how appropriate girls should do. The tears kept falling anyway.

She spotted a shadow was standing before her.

"May I sit here?" A husky voice asked. The girl tilted her head up but the ray of light was too bright. She couldn't see the other person's face, only dark silhouettes.

But she nodded and scooted over.

"Thank you," The figure now taking a seat on her left. The girl didn't care to see anymore. She didn't want a stranger to catch her swelling eyes from crying. So, she paid attention to the stranger's shoes. They were running shoes and from the jogging pants, she presumed that the stranger was a jogger.

"Are you okay? You keep bowing your head like that,"

She kept hiding her face with her wavy aqua haired locks while swinging her legs back and forth.

"What are you? 7?" The stranger chuckled. Now she was annoyed, she was older than that.

The girl turned her head quickly, looking at the stranger with daring stare.

"I am officially 10 years old yesterday!"

She yelled but then her expression changed from pouting into surprise at the view she was seeing.

The stranger with short sandy blond hair was grinning at her direction with amused gaze obviously reflexed in those deep blue eyes. She knew others who had the exact handsome appearance like the stranger. She knew them as those princes in fairytale stories. They usually rode white horses and slayed the beast or defeating the evil queen to save the princess.

She blushed.

"You are cute, you should show your face more often."

The comment didn't help as the little girl blushed even harder. She retreated her face again behind her wavy aqua haired locks.

"I'm sorry, I am stranger to you, aren't I? Well, my name is Haruka. 17 years old this year." The stranger offered her hand.

The girl hesitatingly replied without shaking Haruka's hand, "Michi..ru,"

"Michiru, why don't you play with other kids?"

Michiru stared to the playground again. Deep down she couldn't help but notice how Haruka had treated her as equal in the conversation. In other words, Haruka spoke to her like she was an adult. In addition, even though the blond stranger had noticed her swelling eyes, Haruka never mentioned it. Michiru didn't dislike the treatment at all.

"I can't. It is their headquarters now," The aqua haired girl kept her voice low as she swung her feet harder.

"Whose headquarter?"

"The boys, they destroyed my castle and turn the whole playground as their headquarters."

"What game?"

"Ultraman,"

Haruka huffed, "Lame,"

Michiru agreed, she couldn't make herself liking fighting games or one that needed strength until break a sweat. She preferred to play with the sand or drawing quietly with her sketchbook. However she didn't bring her sketchbook today and she couldn't play anymore.

"You said your birthday was yesterday?"

Michiru saw Haruka got up. Once the blond revived, Michiru felt the warmth of sun light bathing over her face. She noticed that Haruka had been blocking the rays by simply sitting beside her.

"How about an ultraman headquarter as a present?" Haruka flashed grins.

Michiru smiled for the first time since her castle was destroyed.

She had no idea what Haruka had done to those boys. Michiru only witnessed Haruka was pulling over the boy who had kicked her sand castle and talked to him. She couldn't hear their conversation, however the next thing happened was the boy then yelled to his friends to search other playground as their headquarter. Few minutes and the boy's armies retreated.

Michiru approached Haruka who was sitting on the edge of the sandbank. The teenage blond filled a bucket with the sand.

"Tell me how to make a castle again?" Haruka grunted. "I never success form this mud into proper shapes."

"Those are sands, not muds." Michiru corrected her. She jumped in joining Haruka. They spent the rest of the afternoon building the biggest sand castle ever made.

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Present day

The last stroke was important in this particular song. The last tune had to be done to let out long and meaningful tune. The last tune was a conclusion of the song. So, she poured all her concentration on her bow and each of her fingertips which holding the four strings.

The last tune came out smoothly and gentle. Smooth and gentle... an image came into her mind as she stroke the last tune. She finished accompanied with huge standing applauses from the audiences. She smiled, tonight, in her most important night in her life, that person was still with her and helping her.

"Kaioh-san, this way please..." One of stage crew led her to her room. Once she entered the room, she was greeted with the smell of roses and another series of applause from her friends and families.

"Your performance is exceptional as always, Michiru. You did the last stroke perfectly, I don't have anything to teach you anymore." Her violin teacher enveloped her in great hug. Michiru silently thanked him by whispering. The old man had been great assisting her in learning the instrument. Not only that, he also acted as fatherly figure for the aqua haired violinist.

"Congratulation, Michiru." She met another hug, this time was from her best friend. Mizuno Ami. She was her greatest friend in life and greatest rival in the swimming pool at the same time. Michiru didn't want to trade her genius friend for anything. "It was so moving and gentle, I cried at the end... oh my, I guess I'm still crying."

Michiru smiled, she patted her best friend on the shoulder and accepted other blessings from the remaining people in the room. Tonight she had done her concert well, and as planned, she would make her international debut after tonight.

"Where's your destination after this? I don't think Japan is suitable enough for talents like yours."

"I stay here, sensei... I will start my international debut here."

"You know you can do your debut overseas and come back here."

"You know I'll stay, sensei." She smiled but her tone was full of persistence. Leaving no room to argue.

He sighed, he didn't have a say if his pupil had determined herself into something.

An hour later, all the guests had left. Michiru now felt tired was overwhelming her. She took a seat while counting bouquets in her room. Her curiosity itched. She got up and inspecting the bouquets one by one. There were 20 of them but none of them from the person she was expecting. Michiru got back, throwing herself on the fluffy coach inelegantly.

She was famous now... that person should be taking notice on her...

"Haruka... you are stupid." Michiru buried her head into the cushion pillow.

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The next day, Michiru had to put a lot of make-up and sunglasses to cover the bag under her eyes. She hadn't had enough sleep last night and she had exam early in the morning. Ami was waiting her when her driver dropped her off in front of the school.

"What's up with the glasses?" Ami gave her a funny look. It was so unusual for her aqua haired friend having a bad mood which was shown obviously.

"I couldn't sleep last night." Michiru replied shortly. She bowed her head, hiding behind her hair from countless stares directed at her.

"They watched your performance last night, even the teachers did. Do not surprise if you have more and more admirers this morning." Ami chuckled. She was offering herself to be Michiru's shield every time they had to walk across the hallway. The violinist couldn't bear too much attention. Usually she would hide her face as she didn't want other to see her blushing like an idiot. However she could be herself around Ami.

"Japanese history early in the morning... what a way to start the day!" Michiru heard one of her classmate whining. She too was thinking the same, but she held herself to not say it loud. It was impolite and inappropriate.

In the class, she sat few seats away from Ami. So when she took a seat and arranging her book on her desk, she felt like she was lying bare on thousand eyes.

"Kaioh-san," It was sudden, but a girl with the glasses who Michiru had known as the class representative approached her desk. Michiru forgot her name. The girl was rather weird because other couldn't see her eyes beneath those thick glasses.

"Ye-yes?" The violinist startled.

"You know, the newspaper club wants to make a column about you... actually they want to make entire papers about you... do you mind if I ask a few questions to you?"

Yes, Michiru wanted to answer that. However if she refused, it would be too rude. She should have good answers for each troublesome questions.

"I- I think it's okay,"

The class rep cheered, she pulled a chair and sat near Michiru. She took out a little note in one hand and a pen in other hand.

The question was types of basic questions which Michiru could answer with standard response. They were about mostly her experience with her beloved instrument and her plans for next years.

"Kaioh-san, the last question. What your type for a boyfriend?"

Suddenly the class went quiet, even the teacher who'd just come was frozen by the door. The boys pulled out their notes and those who didn't have note were using their hands as paper. Everyone knew that Kaioh Michiru didn't have a boyfriend... yet.

"Well..." Michiru was playing with her fingers on her lap. She bit her lips nervously, her eyes frantically moving right and left searching for a way out. Ami didn't help, the bluenette only smiled and gesturing that she was curious as well.

"Okay... my type... you know, physically he has to be taller than me." Michiru heard something breaks all over the room. Some of boys with average height were slumping on their seat. "It would be good if he has blonde hair with deep blue eyes like the sea... and he should be gentle but strong at the same time... romantic too and treat me not only as his princess but also as his equal partner in life." Michiru blushed in every word because the image she was describing was none other but Haruka.

"Kaioh-san..." The class rep's voice broke her haze. Now the class became total chaos because of wailing and screaming of broken-hearted boys. The girls were busy texting with their phones, perhaps informing the others about the famous violinist's type.

"Ye-yes?"

"You are describing an impossible creature." She fixed her glasses, "There is no man like that. I only acknowledge that kind of man from a fairytale. A prince charming."

Michiru blinked, "Ara? But, class rep-san... there is a man like that in real life."

The class rep even though she was still denying that Kaioh Michiru's type was unbelievable; she took a note on that answer while murmuring. "Kaioh Michiru's type is... a prince charming."

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Haruka sneezed loudly until she broke the screw she was putting on. "Damn it!"

"Bless you," A man with jet black haired threw a screwdriver at her. A huge grin plastered on his face. "You know when someone sneezes so many times in a day it means that someone is talking on you."

"Shut up, Mamoru." Haruka grunted, trying to fix her mistake on the engine. The blond woman glanced to her friend from below the hood. She found Mamoru was relaxing in a SUV backseat. His feet were up and he tucked his folded arms beneath his head. Haruka looked at him, irritated.

"What are you doing?"

"Checking the leather seat, they are still fine." He grinned and shifted. A magazine fell from his lap, from the cover Haruka noticed it was a gossip magazine. Mamoru immediately got up and grabbed back his reading materials. "The girls here are hot," He reasoned to Haruka which still grinning ear to ear.

"Whatever," Haruka shrugged.

"Hey, it is important to be up to date all the time. You know that Usagi always talks everything that written in here. I want to be in the same level with her in conversation you know," The guy defended himself. Haruka rolled her eyes, her friend always used his girlfriend as an excuse.

"If you want to be the same level with her, just go back to middle school." The blond retorted, followed by mocking chuckled. Haruka knew that Mamoru always pissed when his girlfriend's age was mentioned. The gaps were too huge for everyone's liking. The pigtailed blond girl was still 14 years old, officially a middle schooler while Mamoru was 10 years older working as a dull mechanic. Haruka thought they both were cute but she would never admit it out loud.

"This crap is not so bad," Mamoru gestured for the magazine, "I mean, who knows that a Japanese violinist will make international debut in such young age. Plus, she is a hottie!" He turned the cover to Haruka's direction, revealing a picture of aqua haired woman holding a violin graciously.

Haruka stopped her activity, suddenly went quiet.

"I knew it, she is your type!" Mamoru pointed accusingly.

"Is not," The blond remarked. She took off her gloves and loosening the zipper on her overall uniform. "Who is she again?"

Mamoru's jaw dropped in disbelief, "Are you living in a cave? This girl is the famous Kaioh Michiru. If she wasn't a violinist, she would've been still famous as an heiress of Kaioh corporation! Take a page from Usagi's book and buy television for your crappy apartment!" This time the magazine was thrown at Haruka who had seized it automatically.

Haruka took in the girl's picture for a moment. There was something familiar with the aqua colored hairs but the blond shrugged it off as something common. Even though there was only short moment but Mamoru had noticed that Haruka had been taking great deal in looking at the girl's picture.

"You like her," Mamoru said it.

"... nope, she is too young for me. You know, I prefer women with legal age. They are way more fun," Haruka winked, teasing Mamoru. It had been Mamoru's issues to dating strictly since his girlfriend was still under age. Haruka mentioned that Mamoru's love life is similar like a man dating a virgin nun. A simple chaste kiss would be considered as a great sin for tainting the purest. What a hard love life.

Mamoru yelled while Haruka laughed, her eyes still fixed on the photo from the magazine.

Kaioh Michiru.

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In way home from school, Michiru asked her driver to drop by over the convenience store. She had been hungry from all the hectic events had occurred today. The convenience store was preferable for a celebrity like her since no one would expect such famous person would shop in common's shop.

After taking a basket and filling up with her favorite healthy snacks she walked to the cashier. The violinist had been living a healthy life with healthy food in healthy environment, however as a girl she couldn't help but tempted by chocolate bars that being displayed on the candy aisle.

Her mother despised chocolate, really detested them. So, during her childhood Michiru rarely ate sweets, usually only her father would sneak out candies below her pillow in certain occasion. However that was when she was 10 years old, for a teenager girl like her, now her father had been transforming to a strict person like her mother. Regarding her life and everything.

She wanted to rebel a little, it wouldn't be harmful if she took only a bar of chocolate.

Her hand reached but another hand had been faster in snatching the only bar left on display. Michiru gasped, looking up the person who had stolen away one piece of her favorite snack.

"Nope, not this one," The person mumbled and put back the chocolate bar then walking straight to the cashier. Michiru was left in stunned.

It wasn't about the chocolate. No, the violinist had completely forgotten about that. It was the person who had stood there beside her just now. She never forgot that particular deep blue and yellow.

Her prince charming.

Michiru still stood dumbfounded when Haruka made a way out from the store.

"Haruka," The violinist realized few seconds later that she would lose the blond's track if she didn't catch her prince soon. So, Michiru quickly took out her 10000 yen cash and left it to the cashier.

"Take the change," Then she rushed out with still a basket in tow. She got into her car and yelled impatiently to her driver. She was so excited that she couldn't control her voice pitch.

"Follow that person! Yes, one with blond hair, slowly." Michiru loved her driver because he was a great and understanding with occasionally bizarre request.

Haruka walked with plastic bag in one hand and the other inside her jacket's pocket. It was strange for people in the street who spotted a luxurious black car accelerated very slowly on the side of the street. The blond hadn't noticed, so the violinist rolled down the car's window and observing the blond from the backseat of her car.

It had been 7 years but Haruka had not changed a bit. The blond hairs and blue eyes which Michiru had noticed earlier had become more fierce compare than years ago. Haruka took turn in a place like a garage. Michiru took the place as Haruka's workplace.

"So, Haruka is a mechanic." Michiru muttered. She took out a sketchbook from her school bag and scribbled something. It wasn't long before the blond went out again, this time carrying a backpack.

Michiru nodded to her driver as silent command to continue their stake out. Michiru felt like being a stalker but she couldn't face Haruka right now. She didn't have courage to confront the mechanic face to face. But she would never want to let Haruka go either.

The violinist's green eyes gleamed in curiosity and excitement while watching Haruka's walking figure. Sometimes the blond would jog a little and then back to slow walk again. Michiru recalled how Haruka loved running.

"So, Haruka... what do you like?" The little version of Michiru was busy building the top of the castle. Haruka had been in charge to make flags since the blond couldn't be trusted in making the castle.

"I love running." Haruka answered in a beat. Michiru was stunned by the blond's confidence in answering her question.

"Why do you love that? Isn't that exhausting?" The girl would never grasp the meaning behind exhausting sport like that. Swimming was much better since she loved being enveloped with water. Much water.

"It's the wind. The wind is my element. They make me calm and relax." Haruka replied, hand did rotation in a round to point the surrounding space around them.

A drop of water fell on the front window then more liquid droplets followed. Michiru looked up, her gaze met the thick of grey clouds. In seconds, the pour heavily attacked the earth. The violinist watched Haruka running faster from the rain, but no matter how fast Haruka run, the pour had drenched the blond from head to toe.

Michiru hastily grabbed her umbrella and stopped the car. She jumped out, trying to catch up with Haruka. She ignored her driver's frantic shouts. A famous violinist also heiress of biggest corporation in Japan was running around in the middle of the pour desperately chasing her first crush.

Haruka had made a stop on the nearest café to shelter from the rain. There were few other people who did the same. Michiru carefully took the remaining spot on the corner, few people away from Haruka. Hiding behind other people's back and her own hairs, Michiru glanced at the soaked mechanic quietly. Her glances turned into gaze and unrealized to the violinist, now she had been staring the blond mechanic inappropriately. Michiru tore her sight away together with heavily reddened face.

'He is really charming,' she couldn't stop herself from looking.

'Ara... he will catch a cold if he stays wearing wet clothes... I hope the rain would stop soon.' Michiru thought to herself. She enjoyed the little view from the corner of her eyes. She tucked out her sketch book and continued her scribbled.

'Haruka do you know that I make my international debut last night? I've made at least one dream come true! You have to be proud!' Michiru talked to herself. She was smiling non stop while glancing at the blond's direction. If she had a courage to talk to Haruka, the violinist would like to tell everything that had happened in past 7 years.

Time flew and the next thing Michiru realized that the rain had stopped and the grey clouds had been replaced with clear blue sky.

Haruka continued walking home, unknown by her that a certain high school girl followed behind. Sometimes Michiru had to hide between bushes or telephone pole while Haruka stopped and became too suspicious. That day, Michiru experienced taking public transportation. The violinist smiled, proud to herself as she could take the bus by herself without such commotion. She took vacant seat by the window on the last row so she could get clear view on Haruka. The blond had just giving a seat for a pregnant lady and from that, Michiru noted how the blond's gentleness also hadn't changed.

She followed the mechanic toward the outskirt of the town. It was the first time for Michiru to be in the 'slums' area. Until now, she had been only seeing nice houses and tall buildings. She had never been in this part of the town.

Michiru waited until Haruka went inside and then called her driver. Her driver was worried sick and by his voice he sounded like in the verge of crying. Michiru then texted the address, she pressed the 'send' button too enthusiastically and almost dropped her phone. Today had been amazing day.

Michiru opened her sketchbook, she had bought it earlier this week and had planned to use it as her art project collection. However, in the first page, there was Michiru's sketch of Haruka's side face potrait. The aqua haired girl had sketched it while she and Haruka took a shelter from the rain.

This sketchbook would be her Haruka's sketch collection.

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Feedback would be greatly appreciated. I don't know if this kind of AU is everyone's cup of tea considering their age gap. I have written out the next chapter. This one, unlike my other fics would get regular update once a week. I need to hear your opinion about this story, then I can arrange how to set out the ending.