Hi Minna-san!

So I'm starting a new story once again I didn't finish any of the others. I'm really sorry but I promise to finish every story I've ever started. But I'm just in the mood to write this.

I dedicate this first chapter to Anthy76 (^_^ You're right, someone needed to write the whole story down- you're my inspiration, my muse, my genius- *dakishimete) and Hana-chan for her very, very wise words ("You think you're a lesbian? Stupid categorizations! Anyone can fall in love with anybody, love fixed on a sex isn't love at all!") that summarize the meaning of this fanfic ^_- . You'll see later on. Please R&R, Yukio ***** Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon and its characters, they belong to Takeuchi-sama and Toei. I just borrowed them for a line or dozens of stories ^_^ The plot is based on a real occurrence but at least, it's mine mine mine! So are Kurohara Ayako and Hokori Jack. And everyone who does not appear in "Sailor Moon". Don't use them without my permission. Otherwise, I_WILL_KILL_YOU (did anyone else notice everyone is stealing everyone's ideas?)! ***** Information on Ayako: I stole Ayako from my own story, "Affaire Fâcheuse" (that Ruka x Seiya thing). That's for those who understand German and want to know more about her. Relevant is that she's a close friend of the Outers, a colleague of Michiru and also a Sailor Senshi. I'm thinking about writing a story about her. *****

Warning: I'm writing this because lots of people wanted to kill me when I was writing on a Haruka x Seiya story. This fanfiction is not about that all-perfect, innocent Sailor Moon World. It might be OOC but fiction is fiction and no one knows how the characters would act in reality, see? I adore Haruka & Michiru but they aren't goddesses, they can have problems in their relationship, right? So don't sue me for my fantasy, I'm just trying to develop other sides of their personalities.

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The other side

***** Chapter I ***** She had overcome the pain she had felt when she was a Sailor Senshi. She had started doing motorsports again. She had overcome all her enemies, all her opponents in sports. She had overcome all the troubles she had had with Michiru.

There was nothing that could stop her any more.

Nothing that could stop her from realizing her dreams.

She was near to becoming the wind.

She and Michiru had even become somewhat like engaged. "Somewhat like engaged" meant they both wore the same ring, but Haruka didn't dare to ask Michiru if she would marry her. They both were lucky as things were right now.

But maybe, one day. Haruka exhorted herself to stop thinking about all this.

The only thing that mattered right now was the machine in front of hers. The race endured only one more round and still she wasn't able to overtake that guy with the sparkling white Kawasaki bike in front of her.

Many times she'd been near to do it, but somehow he was able to quicken his pace each time. Damn, she didn't even know that man who seemed to be much better than she.

Your fault, Haruka, she said to herself. You should stop thinking about your girl and concentrate on the race.

If she couldn't get him on this straight stretch of road, she had to try to overtake him in the last curve. But it was hard to surmount that narrow curve, anyway. It had been a dangerous corner for lots of racers before. Just at the beginning of the race, one of Haruka's team partner's had almost caused an accident there. He got disqualified.

For her team's honor, but even more for her ego, she had to be first. The goddess of the wind would never allow anyone to beat her in her element.

Haruka sighed and prepared to take the curve. The Kawasaki boy realized that and became slower, too.

"As if he wanted to leave me a little pride before I lose to him!", Haruka mumbled and sped up again.

Now or never- the blonde came nearer to her opponent. And nearer. Almost overcame him.

Suddenly lost the control about her motorbike. Couldn't react as fast as the machine did.

Scraped against the other machine and dragged both bikes and racers to the ground.

Great, at least none of us will win this, was her last thought before they got skid out of the curve. Some seconds, or minutes later, Haruka couldn't think clearly anymore, they stopped. All she could think about was the weight of metal on her meager body.

She felt a sharp pain in her thorax. Blood coming through her ripped glove.

Managed to catch a vague glimpse at the other racer who was also lying on the ground, motionless.

She tried to move, but but wasn't able to put the bike, or what of it had remained, from her legs.

She already heard the voices of the ambulance as she slowly fainted away. ****** "Michiru? I guess there's something going wrong down there."

Ayako patted on her turquoise-haired friend's shoulder. The slender woman in the white summer dress had been so involved in the chat with her adoptive daughter that she didn't watch the race track for quite a while. Michiru knew that Haruka would win anyway and profited from the race talking to Hotaru whom she didn't see often since she had moved out.

How time flies, thought Michiru, Hotaru was already nineteen and has been living together with her boyfriend Kenji for more than a year.

"Hey, dreamer." Ayako shoved her a little to awake Michiru from her daydream.

"What's up?" Ayako rolled her eyes. Michiru was that kind of person who nodded all the time you're talking to her but can't tell you what you've just said afterwards.

"I can't see Haruka anymore." "You can't see the whole circuit from the stands, that's normal."

Suddenly many people around them stood up and cheered enthusiastically. "What's going on here?", asked Michiru Hotaru to her left. "It's finished."

Michiru saw how the racers took off their helmets. But she didn't recognize her beloved one.

Behind her, some people talked about the winner, a guy called Maramoto, and a woman a row over her exclaimed that it "was a pity Tenou caused that accident".

Accident? Michiru immediately dragged a confused Ayako down to the circuit.

She hated herself for being such a dreamy person at that very moment.

Somehow they managed to get trough the crowd of mechanics, racers and journalists to see an ambulance. And Haruka on a stretcher.

Michiru couldn't figure out what kind of injuries Haruka had because all she saw was she was covered in blood. And she was unconscious.

The violinist started crying and ran over to one of the ambulance men who lifted Haruka into the car.

"Please let me go with her, I'm her lover." The man look at her, confused. "I'm afraid we only are allowed to take relatives with us."

"But_I_am_relative! If I'm not, then nobody is!"

Now he did look even more puzzled, but when he saw the engagement ring on Michru's finger he understood and helped her into the ambulance car.

Ayako was left behind. A few seconds after the ambulance had disappeared, Hotaru came to her, gasping.

"Why didn't you tell me you're going down?" "Because we didn't have the time, dammit!"

Hotaru's eyes widened. "Is it bad?"

Ayako ran her fingers through her recently blonde-dyed hair. Will there ever be peace for all of them? When they weren't fighting any demons or settling love quarrels, there was always somebody who ensured them a problem. She wished back to the times Haruka had given up on sports.

"You better pray it's not."

*****sj "It definitely looks worse than it is, with all the blood spurting around and this stuff."

Michiru shivered. What a nice doctor. He should've been a horror author instead.

She had been sitting in the waiting-room for twenty minutes but it seemed like eternity. Worrying about her love. Thinking she'd die. Imagining how life without Haruka would be. And then came this silly man and told her it's not as bad as it looks.

"Then how bad is it?" "She's got some slightly fractured ribs, lacerations and bruises, but she was lucky. I guess she'll be able to go home in two or three days, but then she needs to stay in bed. Otherwise, the ribs might break completely and threaten her lungs."

The woman sighed, somehow in relief, somehow in fear. Haruka in a coma would be easier to take care of than a conscious Haruka that wasn't allowed to move.

But she was lucky she survived.

"How's Hokori-san?"

She heard footsteps behind her and then felt someone's breath near her neck. A tall, black-haired woman stood behind her. She wore an elegant, red dress and seemed to be as old as Michiru.

"I'm afraid, but there's a pledge of secrecy I have to keep. May I ask in what relationship you are with Hokori-san?"

"I'm his girlfriend, and besides, you told these f***in' lesbian's girlfriend about her, too."

"These f***in' lesbian's girlfriend" clenched her fists but resisted saying something she'd regret later on.

"All right, there's not much about him. He's got some wounds and a concussion, but he'll be able to go home tomorrow morning.

Someone else entered the room. A smaller woman of the same age with piercing green eyes, also very elegant.

"I told you it would take more than that to finish that bastard, Yoko!"

Now both, the doctor and Michiru looked puzzled at the two women, waiting for an explanation.

"Also girlfriend, or better, bed-partner of Mr. Casanova Hokori.", the green-eyed woman explained.

Both the doctor and Michiru nodded as the door swung open another time and a woman with short ash blonde hair and a tennis dress rushed in. She seemed to be only about the age of Hotaru, maybe even younger.

"Did he finally die?"

The doctor arched an eyebrow.

"Girlfriend, huh?"

The blonde shoved Michiru. "And who are you? Another of his bitches I don't know yet? Jack is only mine, you know?" "I'm not here because of Hokori-san but because of Tenou-san.", Michiru muttered shyly.

"Oh, gomen nasai, but if I might give you an advice- take your hands better off Hokori, okay?"

Michiru nodded and followed the doctor who had taken her hand out of the room. "Gee, I wonder what kind of pimp he is really.", the doctor said. Michiru giggled because of the silly situation in the waiting-room and how frank the doctor spoke.

"Thank you for rescuing me from those crazy girls."

They walked to the end of the corridor where the doctor told Michiru to wait and talked to a nurse for about five minutes.

He came back with a smile on his face. Somehow the young doctor wasn't that bad. "Tenou-san is awake, you can go to her now."

Finally! Michiru walked towards the room the doctor pointed at and knocked on the door carefully, then opened it without waiting for a voice calling her in. ***** First Haruka realized when she woke up was the sharp pain in her rips.

Then a white-clothed woman sitting next to her bed. A nurse?

She had tried to persuade herself that the accident wasn't more than a dream. She often had nightmares before races. But this was real. She was really in a hospital.

The nurse told her not to move because then her ribs might break.

No moving! Haruka knew she would go insane just sitting around for weeks! When the nurse was gone, she noticed her right hand was in a dressing. She couldn't move her fingers at all.

She checked her body all over. A wound on her stomach and on her right shoulder, lots of bruises on her arms and legs and a burning pain in her back she couldn't figure out because she could not put her hand behind it. She sent a little prayer to the man who invented protective helmets.

Some minutes later, someone knocked on the door.

Haruka instinctively knew it was Michiru.

"Haruka, yokatta- you're all right!", Michiru screamed and hugged her lover.

"Hey, Michi, not that tight, my ribs." Michiru let go of her at once. The blonde noticed some tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Oh, gomen.I was so glad to see you alive!"

Haruka grinned.

"So you didn't want to inherit my car?" "You're mean, you almost died today, Ruka!"

Michiru kissed her possessively as if to prove she'd never let go of her girlfriend again. Tears kept running down her cheeks. Haruka wiped them away with her healthy hand.

"Sh, anyway I didn't. It was all my fault because I tried to overtake him in this bloody curve.besides, what did happen to that Kawasaki guy?" "Kawasaki?"

Michiru couldn't believe Haruka was thinking of motorbikes again, such as the one that almost killed her.

"The racer I crashed into."

"Hokori-san." "You know him? I've never heard of him before. Is he." Haruka kept silent. This angry look in Michirus eyes, she couldn't.

"Michiru, don't say I killed him!"

The violinist giggled.

"No, you didn't. He's perfectly fine and three of his girlfriends already came to visit him."

"Nani? Three girlfriends? Then he must be a gorgeous racer. Even I, the mighty Haruka Tenou can only maintain one girlfriend.", Haruka sneered. "Stop joking around!"

Haruka sighed. Three girlfriends or more! And she already had enough stress with one sensitive Michiru. She imagined how it would be to have three or four of her and found that that wouldn't be so bad at all.

"Hey, what's so damn funny that makes you grinning like an idiot?" Michiru pushed an elbow into her ribs.

"Ouch!" "Ara, Haruka darling, love, dear, I'm sorry I hurt you."

*****

3 Days later, 10:30 AM

"Let me take your bag."

"I'm okay, that thing weighs nothing, Michiru."

Michiru was happy she had someone to take care of again.

It had been eerily quiet at home the last days. Setsuna had moved to her small apartment in the city centre she earlier had only used when she worked late and there was no more bus or underground to their house at the bay of Tokyo or when she just wanted to be alone. That was at the same time as Hotaru finished school and moved out.

Since then, Haruka and Michiru had the big, beautiful house near the shore for themselves. Michiru enjoyed the silence far away from the noisy city, but without Haruka, she soon became bored. It had felt weird to come home from work and find an empty house.

But now she had persuaded the boss of the music school she was working for to give her three weeks of extra holidays to take care of Haruka who wasn't allowed to move much.

So Michiru insisted carrying the blonde's bag. When they made their way down the hallway of one of the biggest hospitals of Tokyo, they passed by the new-born ward.

Michiru looked at all the cute babies sleeping peacefully behind the glass window. Their baby, Hotaru, had grown up much faster than expected. Soon they could even expect to become grandparents- and they were only twenty-five! Maybe there was a way for them to get another child.

Michiru sighed when she saw Haruka was looking away purposely. The blonde realized her lover was looking at her in request.

"I'm sorry, Michi, but the doctors just dressed my wounds, they didn't change my sex.",Haruka joked.

Michiru took her hand and decided to talk to her about this seriously when she was better. They walked on.

At the parking, Haruka demanded her keys. Michiru shook her head.

"You won't drive today, you're not in form."

"But you can't." "I can drive, and you know that."

"Unfortunately."

*****

Ten hours later (thought Haruka), thanks to Michiru's "way to drive safe and decent", as she said, they arrived at home.

"I would've needed only half the time."

"You would've caused another accident in your condition." "I'm fine!"

She was always healthy enough to drive, thought Haruka though the pain in her thorax told her she wasn't.

The day was just terrible for both of them. Haruka didn't want to stay in bed so Michiru allowed her to sit on the couch in the living-room and watch TV. Soon Haruka had switched through all of their five hundred channels a few times and had made Michiru almost mad with that.

Then she started reading some magazines and complained loudly how boring it was.

"Think of that the next time you're planning an accident!", Michiru shouted after they had had dinner and Haruka insisted to help her cleaning everything up.

"I didn't plan anything! All I wanted was to win!" "Who cares if you win when you're dead after you reached the finishing line?" "But I had to win!"

"Do you only see the sport, Haruka? What about me? You almost died and all you think of is you didn't win the race. Don't you see that's crazy?"

Haruka saw it. She knew it when she prepared to take the curve.

But she just couldn't explain Michiru what it was like to always win and then have a real opponent, someone you can't just kick aside.

At that moment, the doorbell rang and freed Haruka from Michiru's questioning eyes. ***** Michiru looked into the mirror at the corridor and put some strands of hair in order before she opened the door.

In front of her stood a man in his late twenties with friendly brown eyes with green sparkles and curly, chocolate-coloured hair that almost fell down to his chin. Michiru had to lift her head to see into his eyes because of his height, she guessed him to be almost two meters tall.

He wore blue jeans and a tight, black muscle-shirt that let her know she stood in front of a very handsome, well-trained sportsman with a skin like caramel that reminded her of Setsuna's.

But the best was, he held a huge bouquet of flowers in his hands. She had to admit that man was.she didn't find a fitting word, yes, he was gorgeous.

She finally regained her concentration back. What was that guy doing at her door?

"Um, good afternoon, do we know each other?" Michiru frowned. His Japanese had a strange accent.

"I'm Hokori Jack. And I suppose you're Tenou Haruka?" Before she could answer, he had taken her hand and kissed it. She blushed. Fortunately, Haruka was still on the couch in the living-room. Three girl-friends.

"I'm astonished such a beautiful lady like you handles the motorbike this great."

" Michi-chan, who is at the door?", screamed Haruka from the inside. "You're one and only true opponent, darling."

Hokori flushed. "You're not Tenou Haruka?" Michiru smiled. It would've been so much fun pretending she was Haruka. "I'm afraid I'm not.", she bowed, "Kaiou Michiru, I'm her partner." "In racing?" "In almost everything except that."

He once again reddened what gave his face a boyish look.

"Is Tenou-san in, then? I wanted to apologize for that accident on Sunday." "Wasn't it she who crushed into you?" "Yes, but I could have avoided that. However, I went to the hospital to give her that little present of mine, but they told me she's been sent home this morning. So the nice doctor told me your adress."

Michiru remembered the "nice doctor" and and his pledge of secrecy only too well.

"Please wait a minute. I'll ask her if she wants to see you."

She turned around and went into the living-room.

"Haruka, that three-girlfriend-Hokori is on the door with a frightfully huge bouquet and wants to talk to you."

"Why did you leave him at the door? I want to know that man that's so good in racing."

"That's what he told me about you, too." "Why do you let him wait?"

"Because." Michiru was looking for the right words once again. "Because he looks more like he's going to flirt than to talk."

Haruka grinned amusedly. "Well I'll have to refuse that, but why shouldn't we get him to know?" "If you look after yourself." "Stop worrying, Michi! I'm all right as long as I'm just sitting here."

But somehow both individually felt that wasn't what Michiru really meant with "look after yourself". ***** 2003-07-26, 02:21 skygoddess@gmx.net