Disclaimer: I'm broke, and pathetic. And I don't own a thing! Sailor Moon characters belong to the one and only Naoko Takeuchi, I'm just borrowing some...

Ok, this story is completely different from what I've been writing so far. I'm exploring new dimensions here... sort of... It has a somewhat darker tone to it, but I hope you like it anyways!

I'm still not done with my other story, "And then she came along", but I started writing this story first. So, I'm posting the first chap, because I can and because I want to! Don't worry, I'm not going to make you wait too long for the other story to come to an end (I have to write a few more chaps, and then just update it!). BUT you will have to wait longer for this one to be updated! I have a a test coming up, and two dead lines for some projects, and I'm so nowhere near done with those! (I'm sooooo dead!)

The reason I'm posting this, is because I want to see how you like the prologue. And because the ideas for the stories keep jumping in my head simultaneously... weird, I know...

As usual, this is a Haruka/Michiru story, so if you're a homophobic in any kind of way, don't read! The rating is because of some language and violence, although there will be some 'action' between the two little love birds. So, you know the deal, if you don't like girl-on-girl sex scenes, then you should probably read another kind of FF! You've been warned!

Ok, on with the story! Hope you like it! Let me know what you think!

Prologue

A young teenage girl, with long blonde hair that reached her mid back and flew with the wind, was slowly walking down the street. Her green eyes were red and puffy, and she was hugging herself over her wide black sweater. Her tight, thin jeans doing nothing for her long legs against the cold wind.

It was late, and the sun was already setting on the horizon. She reached her house and opened the door, her head down and her steps slow. What was she going to do now? How was she going to tell the others? It was a nightmare!

"Where the hell were you, little whore?" a male voice got her attention.

She looked up, green eyes going wide open with sudden fear. He was sitting on his favorite couch, a beer in one hand, flicking his cigarette in the other. And the way he was looking at her, along with what he had just said, made her realized he already knew.

"Daddy... I... I can explain..." she started.

He got up, and in one fast motion, he slapped her hard across the face, sending her down to the floor, and making her cheek bleed upon the impact against his golden ring.

"Explain what?" he asked, yelling down at her "That you're a slut? A disgrace?"

"Daddy, please..." she cried, holding her burning cheek with a trembling hand.

"Shut up! You're nothing but a whore!" he yelled, kicking her hard on the stomach.

She screamed out in pain, her vision going white, and he bent down and made her stand up, grabbing her by her hair "I knew I should have get rid of you the moment you were born!" he yelled, making her walk with him up the stairs, pulling her hair in a painful way.

"Dad, no!" she was screaming in pain, in fear "Please, I'm sorry!" she could barely breath.

"I told you to shut up!" he slapped her again, crushing her against the wall on the hallway "Now get inside your room!" he ordered "I'm going to the bar, and when I come back, I'll decide what to do with you!"

And with that, he closed and locked the door, leaving a crying girl inside.

"Dad!" she yelled, hitting the door with her hands "Please! Open up!" she was crying so hard she could barely breath now. And she let out a scream of pain, as her stomach began to cramp, and panic took her over. "Please... someone... someone help me" she begged, crying brokenly.

She jerked up on the bed, sweating, her heartbeat uncontrolled. She looked around, taking deep breaths, a hand going to her stomach, protecting herself, in a reflex move. But then she realized it had been a dream.

She closed her eyes, both hands going to cover her face, letting herself fall back on the bed. It's over, she told herself, a shaky hand going throw her short blonde hair, it's been over for years! Get over it, damn it!

But she couldn't. The dreams kept on coming to her, every night, and she couldn't run away from them.

During the day, she was a content, relax, happy person. But the nights were pure torture. Even after all these years, she still slept with her door wide open, so she could hear and see everything, not letting anything get to her by surprise. Making sure nothing would jump up on her, ever again.

What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she move on? She had her own life now, with her friends, and her family.

She smiled at that, opening her eyes again. Her very own family. And no one could take that away from her. No dreams could ever reached and destroy that.

The sound of childish laughter reached her ears, and she smiled again, getting out of the bed and grabbing some clothes to start her day.

…

Right to the left of the road, a red small car was half parked, half stopped there. Smoke was coming from it, and a girl was staring at it with a frown upon her pretty face.

She had blonde, long hair, reaching her waist and held up in a low ponytail. Her big, baby blue eyes covered by her big sunglasses, were studying the car, hands on her hips, as if trying to decipher what to do to get it fix.

She was wearing a tight jean shorts, and a red tank top hugging her perfect figure. But the heat of the morning, plus the heat coming from the car, was slowly but steadily melting her down.

"Would you stop that?" a female voice told her, getting her attention "You're not going to fix it by just looking at it"

She looked up at the owner of the voice. She was leading on the car. Her long, curly aquamarine haired tided up on a messy bun, her deep blue eyes covered by her sunglasses. Hands behind her head, she was looking back at the blonde girl with a tired smile. Her light blue sweatshirt had some grease spot over it, and her black tight shorts were currently catching all the sun's heat and making her incredibly hot.

"My ass is on fire" she commented, making the other girl rolled her eyes at her "How long did they say, again?"

"Twenty minutes. It's been fifteen already, so..."

As the blonde girl said that, a big, yellow truck stopped next to them, and a young, good looking man got off, making his way towards the girls. The girls checked him out, both of them covered by their sunglasses. He was a tall man, with broad shoulders and a perfect body, with short brown hair, and deep gray eyes.

"Good morning ladies" he greeted "I believe you called for a car problem. Hi, Keiichi Kawabe, at your service"

"Yes, thank you sir. I'm Minako Aino, and this is my friend, Michiru Kaioh" the blonde introduced them "Our car just... died"

Keiichi smiled, and went to take a look at the car "Yeah, I say it's very much dead, alright" he said after a couple of minutes "I'll have to take it to my shop, down town. I can give you ladies a ride there if you want"

"I'm not staying here" Michiru, the aquamarine haired girl exclaimed, looking at her friend "Lets go!"

"Yeah, sure. I'm starving, anyway" Minako said, smiling at Keiichi.

…

A tall, young man with shoulder length silvery hair was dozing off, sitting on his parked car right outside the Station. It was early in the morning, and everything was quiet. Meaning, he was bored out of his mind.

But the sudden sound of the door opening and then closing got his attention, and he opened his teal eyes and turned his head to look at his partner, who in turn threw a file to his lap.

"There's a lead on one of the convicts that escaped prison last week" his partner said "Someone saw him at a bar downtown. We gotta go and check it out"

He simply nodded his head, and started the car. They reached the bar in no time, and went directly to the owner, who was carrying beer boxes inside the place. He nodded his head to the coming men, and when they both showed him their badges, he quickly guided them inside, into his back door office.

"I'm officer Hoshi, this is my partner, officer Kori" the tall, long brown haired man introduced them "You called the Station about one of the runaway convicts?" he asked, as his partner gave the bar owner the file with the photographs of all the convicts that had escaped the week before.

"Yes, yes" the man said, looking at the pictures "He said something about going to the mountains?" he said, scrubbing his bald head with one hand "Looking for his high school sweetheart, he said. I remember that, because that big race was on, and he pointed at the winner saying that was his woman"

"A car racer?" officer Kori asked, frowning.

"Yes, yes, he said that" the man answered, and then he pointed at a picture "This is him. This is the man that I saw" he announced, completely sure of himself.

Officer Kori frowned again, looking uncomfortable all of a sudden. They made some more questions, getting some details and descriptions, but soon the officers walked out of the bar, and Hoshi turned to his partner.

"What is it?" he asked "You know something, don't you?"

"This man" Kori said, the picture still in his hand "I went to school with him"

"So you know who this woman is?" officer Hoshi asked "He's going after her..."

"You don't understand" Kori interrupted him "She disappeared from the face of the earth..."

"Apparently not" Hoshi corrected him "The man said they were looking the race, and that she was the one who won"

"That can't be..." Kori mumbled, frowning for a moment, but then his face went completely white "What was her name?"

"Tenoh, I think"

"Tenoh?" he asked, and shook his head "No, her name" he insisted "Her first name, what was it?"

Hoshi frowned, deep in thought for a moment "Tenoh... Haruka!" he finally exclaimed "Her name's Haruka Tenoh, why?"

"Oh my God..." Kori breathed, before running off to the newspaper post at the corner, and without really saying anything to the old man standing there, he grabbed a sport magazine, looking throw the pages.

"What are you doing?" Hoshi asked "What are you looking for?"

"Oh my God..." Kori said again, now looking at a picture "Oh my God! It's her!"

Hoshi looked at the picture his partner was pointing at on the magazine. There was a tall, thin, blonde person –Hoshi couldn't really tell if it was male or female-, dressed on a dirty white suit, holding a big trophy, and smiling up at the cameras. The person looked somewhat familiar to him, and he frowned, deep in thought.

"This is Asuke' sweetheart?" Hoshi asked. "Looks like a man to me..."

"I have to find her!" Kori exclaimed, completely ignoring his partner, and running back to his car "God, it's her, it's her!" he mumbled. Tenoh? Oh, Haruka... he thought to himself.