AN- Don't own anything. Told from Haruka's POV.

The rain poured down my face, and down my neck only stopping it's descent due to the collar of my shirt that is now drenched. I don't know how long I've been sitting here, on this bench, but it feels like an eternity. I stare out over the ocean as it continues its battle with the sky. Waves reaching out to strike, but failing and once again crashing back to the depths from whence they came. Lighting flashes illuminating the darkness for mere seconds before I am once again covered in despair. I sigh and look down to my hands which are strangling a bouquet of roses. I open my hands, letting the roses fall to the sodden earth, and look at the wounds that have been created by the thorns. Red mixes with the rain and creates a crimson stream that trickles down between my fingers settling in droplets on the roses. When did I become like this? So depressed and cold. I don't really know, but I do know the catalyst that brought me here and I grimace as I think back to it.

Flashback

"Damn bowtie." I muttered as I fought fruitlessly with the black cloth around my neck. "Whoever thought of this infernal thing should be shot."

"Now, now... It won't do you any good to fight with it. You'll only make it worse." Said a sweet and melodic voice from behind me. A voice that could only belong to my roommate and best friend Kaiou Michiru.

Michiru and I have known each other for a few years now and for the last two of them we've been roommates. And for every minute that I have known her… I have been in love with her. I know that she could never feel the same way about me that I do about her. Hell she doesn't even likes girls. I live everyday in a one sided love that tears me apart more and more as time passes. But I will settle for just being he friend. If this is as close as I can be to her… then so be it. A world without Michiru wouldn't be worth living and I won't jeopardize what we have just because I have feelings for someone I shouldn't.

"Here let me help you." She says as she stands behind me and places her arms around me to fix my bowtie. I feel my face flush at our close contact and curse at myself for not being able to control myself. "There. You look very handsome." She smiles at me in the mirror and I offer back a small smile of my own.

"Arigatou." I say as we both walk out of my room.

"Anything for you Haruka." I stop in my tracks as I hear that. It twists the knife a little more each time she flirts with me. I can't lie. I do so love it, but in a masochistic way I suppose. However nothing will stop me from flirting right back.

"Well anytime you need anything don't hesitate to ask… And I mean anything." I say in my most charming voice. She turns to look at me and I see the slightest hint of a blush on her face. Although what throws me is what she's wearing. I never noticed until she turned around to face me. Her long aqua hair cascaded down her neck stopping on her elegant shoulders where an elegant black dress hung from one side. It clung to her body perfectly accentuating her curves and fell to the floor. Slits up both sides allowed a wonderful view of her creamy legs. I was left speechless stunned. I was brought out of my reverie by her voice calling my name.

"Haruka?" I looked up to her and once again felt my face going red. I had been caught staring. I had to do something to cover up so I once again put on my most charming smile and lowered my voice to a husky rumble.

"Gomen… I was just captivated by your beauty." She blushed at my comment which made me smile more. Well at least I can play that off as just fooling around as usual. I change the subject so that we can get away from the awkwardness that was still lingering in the air. "Well we should get going or you'll be late."

"Hai." I open the door to our apartment and bow, gesturing with my hand for her to proceed. She giggles at this and I smile. Just like I do every time she laughs. It really is the most beautiful sound that I've ever heard and I would be very sorrowful if I were to be denied the pleasure of hearing her laugh. She walks through the door and thanks me and then we're off to the concert hall.

When we arrive she grabs her violin and walks away from me to the back stage entrance. I watch as her hips sway seductively as she walks to the door. Once she's through I turn back to my car and reach in to grab the roses that I had picked up earlier that day. Every concert I give Michiru a bouquet of roses and while it's no longer a surprise she seems to be equally as happy to receive them. I enter the concert hall from the front and proceed to take my seat.

As the last note leaves her bow the audience jumps up and erupts in applause. I follow and smile as she looks at me. She bows and then leaves the stage to go to her dressing room. I stoop down and pick up the roses and try to weave my way through the crowd to meet Michiru in her dressing room. Eventually I make my way to the hallway that would lead to the dressing room and stop in front of a mirror that was hung on the wall to check my appearance. My sandy blonde hair was as unruly as it normally was, but over all I thought I looked pretty good in my tuck. Smiling I walked up to her door and knocked lightly on it. I received no response so I knocked again a little harder and the door opened a little and what I saw stopped my heart. Michiru's back was to me and wrapped around her were arms that belonged to her manager Seiya who was kissing her. He was kissing my Michiru. No… she's not mine. She never would be. I stood there for what seemed like hours, but am sure was only a few seconds before Seiya looked up at me and I bolted from there. I ran as fast as I possibly could… and that's pretty fast. Eventually I ended up in the place that Michiru and I spent most of our free time together. It was a bench on a cliff that overlooked the ocean. We always loved to sit here and see where the ocean meets the sky. I felt all the energy drain from me and I fell onto the bench. The heavens seem to mirror what I was feeling and opened up to let a downpour claim the earth in its sorrow.

End Flashback

I stood up from my position and the water cascaded off of me. I started walking again. To where? I don't know. I only hope that the destination is better then the point of origin. Although I don't have high hopes for that. Nothing ever seems to go right for me. As soon as things start to look up something happens and murders any hopes of happiness that I may have possessed. I jump when I feel a vibration from my pocket. I pull my cell phone out and push my soaking bangs out of the way so I can see the caller id. Michiru. I stare at the name for awhile and then silence it and move to replace it in my pocket when a voice interrupts me.

"Hey pal. That's a nice phone. I think that you should give it to us." Said a guy who was decked out in leather and chains and had the stereotypical punk air about him. I looked behind me to see who the 'us' was. I saw two guys similarly clad. One of them had a baseball bat that he was resting on his shoulder. I looked back to the 'leader' of the gang and then back to the cell phone which was still in my hand. I threw it at his feet.

"Fine. I don't need it anymore." He looked down at the cell phone and then back to me.

"Well if you don't need you phone anymore then I guess you won't need your wallet anymore. Hand it over." I looked at him and made no signs of moving to hand him my wallet. I don't know why I didn't. They would probably just leave if I did, but I still make no effort to hand it over to them. I just stand there and look at the leader. I see him nod and the next moment I'm screaming out in agony as the baseball bat collides with the back of my knee. I fall onto it and feel an arm wrap around my neck effectively constricting my windpipe. I instinctively reach up to grab the offenders arms, but that's all. I make no effort at all to try and pry the arm from around my neck. I see the leader kneel down in front of me.

"It's not wise to object to our demands… it will only end badly for you. So I'm gonna ask one last time. Give me your wallet." I once again merely stare at him with my teal eyes. The next moment the arm around my neck is gone and a fist collides with my face. I fall to the side and feel the warmth of my blood flowing from my nose. It's much warmer then the rain. The next few minutes are a blur of excruciating pain as kicks and punches connected with my body along with the occasional swing from the baseball bat. Eventually they stop and I feel hands on my body searching for my wallet, which is found and extracted. "Next time… I would listen." And with that they leave me lying in a pool of rain and my own blood. With the last of my consciousness I wonder why I did nothing to stop them. I'm certain I could of. I'm strong and a fairly good fighter. It probably wouldn't have been that hard. But I didn't. I didn't even make an effort. Maybe it's better this way. Maybe I just wanted a reason for the pain I felt in my heart. Now my whole body is in pain and at the very least it feels deserved in a weird way. I stare up into the rain and feel the last of my strength give up on my and everything goes black. My vision… my world… my heart.

AN-Don't know if I want to leave it like this or continue. A little more dark then my normal fics, but sometimes you just need to express.