This is my first Haruka/Michiru fanfic. I hope you all enjoy! ^_^

Disclaimer: I do not own any Sailor Moon characters


Chapter 1: Little Pink Book

Michiru sat on the edge of the bed as she watched her lover pack her things up in the black suitcase. She was leaving today… it broke her heart every time. Her saddened turquoise eyes closed shut; she couldn't watch Haruka go again.

"I'll be back before you know it," she grinned from across the room, sensing that her partner was distraught again.

"What if you get hurt?"

"Mich…"

"What if you get in a car accident?"

"Michi…"

"Why can't I come?!"

"Because you have your own life to lead!" she snapped.

Haruka had grown tired of doing this roundabout argument every single time she left for a race. It was her girlfriend's way of showing she cared though … she knew that. The two of them had been working nonstop for months now. Michiru had turned into a jet setting, famous violinist where as Haruka had become an over night sensation on the race track. Their lives were complicated, but some how they found a way to make it work. However saying goodbye was never easy…

"I'm sorry I yelled like that," Haruka murmured as she knelt down in front her suddenly sobbing partner. "I don't like this any more than you do. It'll be over once I get to that big race. You'll see. We'll be settled down for a while, we can take a long vacation together, and we can finally get that house you always wanted by the ocean."

"The one with the sand that mixes with the front lawn?" Michiru sniffed as she brushed away the tears.

"Yeah. That one."

She smiled a little bit which was enough for Haruka to get back to packing for her flight she had later that day. Before she became all emotional again, Michiru decided to leave the bedroom and waltzed out into garden where their little fountain was glittering and calling to the birds around the neighborhood. Watching that thing always made her more relaxed some how. She sat down on the swinging, cushioned chair and squinted her puffy eyes as a bright blue bird swung down to perch on the edge. They had a huge garden in the back with a vegetable patch, a rose bush, an orange and lemon tree, and a nice black bottom pool in the center that was sparkling in the sunlight. Her mind often drifted off into far away places for hours and hours at a time in this place. This was her refuge.

"Hey!"

She snapped out of her trance and looked over at the sliding glass door where Haruka was standing. She had finished packing, much to Michiru's dismay. The two of them walked back inside and stopped at the opened front door. A car was waiting to take the speed demon away to an airplane which would then escort her to Europe. It was bad enough that she had to leave, but she also had to be so far from their home in Los Angeles.

"You'll call me the moment you get off the plane?" Michiru asked as she pressed her hands against her lover's slender chest; it was built more like a man's than a woman's.

"Yes, dear, I will," she replied.

"And don't drink on the plane. It makes you sick."

"I know."

"And try not to go straight for fast food when you get off. Maybe find a nice restaurant."

"Okay."

"And—"

"Will you calm down?" she chuckled, tilting Michiru's chin upwards. "Geez. Maybe it would be easier to just have you come along with me."

"No. I have three concerts and two lessons to give at the university in the next two weeks."

"Well, I'll do everything you ask and then some," Haruka murmured as she leaned over and pressed her lips against hers. She tangled her fingers through the soft and silky turquoise hair. When she pulled back, she rubbed her knuckle along Michiru's jaw line. A loud car honking interrupted their slow, intimate moment and the two parted with a resisting air. They held onto each other's hands tightly and they broke off. Michiru watched the love of her life amble over to the SUV and climb inside. She rolled the window down and blew a kiss to her before peeling off down the road.

She turned around and shut the door, her house sounding eerily silent. What was she supposed to do now? When she was upset or depressed like this she would go swimming in their large pool, but she didn't feel as though she had enough energy. Instead, she went into their bedroom, closed the curtains to block the sunlight out and then flopped onto their bed. She turned the television on and let the mindless words float in and out of her ear. She finally felt the workings of sleep take over her body and she drifted into a pleasant slumber.

A ring tone of Mozart's Symphony No 40 In G Minor wafted through the air, waking up the sleeping beauty. She pulled her cell phone off of her nightstand and plunked it onto her ear as she answered groggily, "Hello?"

"Where are you?" Setsuna asked on the other line. "I thought we were meeting at Crystal Vision tonight for dinner."

"Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed as she sat up quickly, feeling dizzy at her sudden movement. "I'm so sorry. I fell asleep and totally forgot. I'll be there in half an hour!"

"See you then."

The two hung up and Michiru went rushing around the bedroom, trying to make herself look better than she had. She splashed some cold water on her face for a quick, impromptu face washing. She patted her skin dry, slapped some concealer under her eyes in order to hide the deep circles and then pinned her hair back to make it look a bit done up. She painted her eyes with a little bit of shimmer, some eyeliner, and mascara and then plopped some blush on to the apples of her cheeks. Growling at her own tardiness, she ran into the closet and stripped out of her wrinkled clothing and slipped into a cream colored silk blouse. She zipped up a high waisted black skirt clinging to her body and then opened up one of her drawers. She searched fervently for a pair of earrings that she loved to wear, but couldn't seem to find them in any of her jewelry compartments. After a few minutes of searching, Michiru stopped trying to look for them and slipped into her high heels. She stumbled out of her closet, making it over to her nightstand in hopes to find her earrings in there.

When she didn't discover them anywhere in her possession, she decided to go looking into Haruka's nightstand. Instead of unearthing a pair of glittering gold and emerald dangling pieces of jewelry, she found a mini, pink book. She knitted her brow in curiosity and picked it up, examining the leather cover. Pink was not Haruka's color, but apparently it was so when she kept a mini-diary. Well, at least that's what she thought it was. Michiru turned it over to find that on the front in gold lettering, it said, "Addresses, Numbers, n' Notes". Her partner was awfully old fashioned when it came to technology so she wasn't surprised when she saw this. What she was really intrigued by though is the fact that it was this color. Her curiosity was starting to get the better of her and she opened it up to the first page. The name there was Anderson, Mike. There was an address, a phone number, the location where they met, and then little notes beside it reading, "Charming. Pretty boy. Nice nails. Excellent smile. Wonderful kiss. Take home hook-up."

Her heart leapt up into her throat and she dropped the little book on the floor like it was a hot potato. She couldn't believe it. Was Haruka cheating on her? No. That couldn't have been it. Michiru bent down and picked it up again, examining what it said on the tiny pages. There were dates next to the notes. This was probably when she was had met the person or when she "hooked-up" with them. She needed a second opinion on this immediately discovery. She took the tiny booklet and dropped it into her large leather and gold studded purse before leaving her house to go and meet up with Setsuna.


"What the hell is this?" she asked as she tossed the pink notebook across the table at her tall, tan friend.

The two were sitting at a dimly lit, crowded restaurant, drinking glasses of wine while waiting for their food to come along. Setsuna reached out to grab the book with her well manicured hand and started to flip through it while Michiru crossed her arms over her chest. She felt uncomfortable showing this to her best friend, but she was so confused as to what she saw.

"This is a little black book," Setsuna grinned, her eyes darting back and forth from the pages to Michiru. "Or in this case, it's a little pink book."

"What is that? I don't get it."

"Here's the gist of it; you meet someone, you write their name, number, address, and then a status of what you are. I'm sure you're in here somewhere titled as 'long-term'. She went into detail though and even put dates of when she went out them, for how long and when she ended it. It's like her dating history in a book. I don't understand why she still has it since she's been with you for so long, but it's certainly an intriguing read, I'm sure."

"Well, we haven't been together that long," Michiru said, snatching the book out of Setsuna's hands.

"Two years is quite a while."

"Then why do I feel so uncomfortable with this?!"

"I don't know," she replied as she sipped her white wine. "If I was in your shoes, I would investigate."

"What?"

"You know, go and see where these people are at. Find out what Haruka was like when she was dating them!" she beamed. "It's especially interesting that she dated men … never would have guessed."

"Yeah that surprised me too," Michiru murmured as their large salads were served to them.

As they ate their food, she wondered if she should investigate like Setsuna suggested. Would it be breaching her lover's trust or would it just turn into a harmless, interesting game of discovering her past. The two of them had never really discussed their previous relationships for the very sole reason of getting jealous. But would her imagination be worse than what she would find out from these exes in her life? There was only one way to find out…


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