Change of plans, kind of. I'm redoing all of the previous chapters before posting the new number nine. I'm just not going to be satisfied knowing I wrote such short and crappy chapters. Therefore – REWRITE. Same storyline, double the action, triple the romance, and four times the random American slang! ... okay, so probably not so much on the slang. I mean... it is about kids in Japan... I DIGRESS.

If you're a new reader, this project of mine was started 5 years ago.

Yes, I know it's messy, Yes, I know it wasn't proofread, and YES, I know my author's notes are annoying.

Chillax, though. I've got this.

Any comments can be voiced in the appropriate commentary-sanctioned section.

Anything else – perhaps burning life questions or more personal matters – feel free to email me.
- M

(This chapter is still unrevised)

Created for You

The Mysterious Beauty

Tenou Haruka sat at her computer and looked blankly at the screen. She had been sitting there for 20 minutes and was starting to lean on the keyboard which protested with a loud chirp. She shook her head and sat up, stretching out her back. While doing so she noticed the clock on the wall. 6:30!? I'm late for work!

She jumped out of her seat and ran to the closet, pulling out her leather jacket and looking at the mirror while running a hand through her unruly sandy-blonde hair. She ran down the stairs to the parking deck to remember she had left her car keys on the bedside table. Haruka you baka!! I don't have time to go get them... Then she remembered her ancient bicycle in storage not 10 feet away. "I guess it'll have to do..." She muttered as she ran over to the double doors and quickly dialed the combination that granted her access to the large room. She searched with her eyes around until they finally spotted the blue-green 10 speed her mother had given to her as a going away present. "Tokyo is a huge city with plenty of room. You should have a proper way of transportation other than that air-polluting monster you call a car." Haruka jumped on and quickly peddled out of the apartment complex's garage and started down the street.

She stopped in front of the Mini-Mart and placed her bike next to the door before entering through the front. "Tenou, you're late!!" barked Haruka's temporary boss Mr. Sakohma. "I know, sir. I got distracted." Haruka said apologetically. "I don't want your pitiful excuses, Tenou, I just want you to get started!" Haruka slowly trotted behind the counter while grabbing a green apron from a hook on the wall, and tied it to her waist.

The rest of the night was routine and went as smooth as ever. The only thing that stuck out in her mind was when the girl with the mass of aquamarine hair walked in. As the girl was looking around, Haruka grabbed a broom and went to sweep the floor near where she was standing. Checking her out from the next aisle over, Haruka guessed the girl had to be about 15, a year younger than her, and definitely took notice that she had a nice figure for a girl her age. Her skin looked smooth and Haruka had an urge to go over to the girl and touch her. The only thing that kept her from doing so was the broom in her hands and the aisle between the two. Shaking her head to rid her mind of the crazy fantasy, Haruka walked back over to the counter and decided to start restocking the shelves for the next day. She walked into the back room to grab a box of snack foods and when she came back out, the girl with the aquamarine hair had left.

Later that night Haruka lay there in her bed, clad in boxers and a plain white shirt. She thought of her past and how messed up everything had been before she had moved to Tokyo. Her mother was caught up in her protests and demonstrations for environmental issues – especially those of cars. Her mother took a bicycle or walked wherever she went and only once a month took a form of public transportation to get where she needed. Her father had bailed on them when she was only 7 to go to America to start a life that 'really meant something.' Her whole reputation at school had crumbled when word got around that she was a lesbian. Her 'best' friends turned their backs on her and criticized her in her taste of affection. Who needed them anyway? She had a new life here in Tokyo and once school started, everything would be set. She would enroll as a male into her new school and go on masquerading as a boy. I can do it. It can't be too hard, males all act like fools and that's not too hard to portray. Chuckling at her last thought, she thought, I didn't know I was this bitter... no wonder I couldn't make friends with the other employees at the Mini-Mart.

She took a deep breath, sighed, and closed her eyes. As soon as they shut, an image of the aqua-haired girl popped into her mind. Her skin. Her hair. ... her figure, heh. Her essence of innocence. Her fa... wait... I didn't even get to see her face... I wonder what it looks like... Beautiful... she must be a beauty. And... yet she's so...so mysterious... My Mysterious Beauty... Haruka laughed at her name for the girl from the Mini- Mart. Her Mysterious Beauty.