A/N: Chapter two of this little three shot. For those of you who are reading this and have yet to read RW there is plenty more of them, and other great pairings in the longer winded series. If you care to check it out, then I highly encourage you to do so.

I do not own Sailor Moon.

Song: Let's Give Them Something To Talk About.
By: Bonnie Raitt

Lyrics.
Story.

Chapter 2: Dreams of Young Love.

After graduation, the two had to split ways for a while, and that had been rather difficult for the two of them. After spending most of middle school, and all of finishing school together, they had grown rather fond of each other. Still each had family obligations to fulfill, and, subsequently break. Haruka left on travel to find herself, and consequently, had found herself on the newbie racing circuit on a whim due to a bet with one of her brothers who dabbled lightly in the sport. Michiru went off to begin her musical career with a small theater.

Dirt biking for whatever reason was a skill for Haruka and she loved it. She could easily out due the males hands down, and very few women raced. It was a dangerous sport, and one that most people frowned upon, however, she did look a lot like her youngest brother, and with his permission faked his name on the entry form. Once she had the skill, and had won a few races, she began to make a fan base under her own name. A small, but die hard group was all Haruka needed before her name started seeing her name in the paper. It wasn't a lot, a sentence here, a blip on the news there, only enough to make her face known.

Her fame was small, but seemingly long lasting as she then hit the big time, racing both cars and motorbikes for bigger named companies. She was only a stand it, and thus only got paid by the job, however it was a decent living and she hadn't much to say she could complain about. Her father was unable to control her any further, her brothers had seen that she got the job needed to live, and her apartment offered her a small, but affordable place. She had to go from paycheck to paycheck so spending was tight.

Still, part of Haruka couldn't forget about Michiru and what she used to have. Inside she was still the kid at heart and apart of her wanted nothing more than to find that girl in her fondest of memories. It wasn't long until that wish became reality, and within that reality came a truth that was somewhat hard to face.

People are talkin, talking 'bout people
I hear them whisper, you won't believe it
They think we're lovers kept under covers
I just ignore it, but they keep saying
We laugh just a little too loud
We stand just a little too close
We stare just a little too long
Maybe they're seeing, something we don't, Darlin'

~~~~~~Haruka POV~~~~

I didn't know why, but back then I thought we would simply go our separate ways and never look back. It would have been easy enough. Promises were easily broken, especially as merely kids, and back then, that was all we were. A couple of crazy kids can make promises and almost expect them to be broken, it isn't hard to lie through your teeth, and I don't know, I guess a part of me believed that Michiru wasn't really going to wait around for me.

I was called to do a race for one of the small time drags, and I agreed. Drag racing wasn't something I liked to do; I preferred to be on the actual circuit, trying to speed by my opponent in skill rather than just by who could hit the pedal quickly enough. However, money was money, and I wasn't going to be picky. Turned out that the company I was racing for was giving away free benefit tickets that they had acquired. I agreed to go, and low and behold that was when I ran into the girl I thought and moved on with her life.

~~~~~~~Michiru POV~~~

She sat there in her tux; I couldn't help but smile inwardly since I thought she had come to see me. Imagine my utter shock later that night when she outright told me it was sheer luck. I guess most girls would have been offended but such an admission, but, I wasn't. I was happy to have seen her after so long. I guess you could say I felt emotionally lost. She was right here, in front of my eyes, and I could do nothing but gaze deeply wanting more.

Let's give them something to talk about
Let's give them something to talk about
Let's give them something to talk about
How about love?

No one falls in love as a child, or in our case, a teenager, and expect it to work out. At least, not if you have a sense of common logic anyway. Mine must have flown out the window since I couldn't have cared less about getting hurt. She was right here with me, at my side. Nothing else mattered to me, and I swear to the gods when she looked at me, I still saw the same person I had fallen in love with. I couldn't deny my feelings…and yet…

Haruka, she was going to try and deny hers.

~~~~~~Haruka POV~~~

"We're only really good friends." That's what I told her that night. It was a crock and I knew it. I loved her, I did, but I couldn't say that. What was a nice girl like her going to do with some slack off race car junkie like me? I ate out of the fridge, I didn't mind sleeping in the same clothing night after night, and my car was my only real home. The apartment I lived it was trashed constantly…I couldn't offer Michiru that type of life. She deserved so much more.

Yet, for some odd reason, we continued to have a lie of a friendship.

We went everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. The movies, the arcade, a few isolated spots on a hill, the zoo and aquarium, dear gods the places I took her too were endless. The only place I hadn't honestly taken her too was my bedroom. If she had been any other girl I would have taken her there in a heartbeat, but she needed more than a good lay, and I wasn't going to lay one dishonest hand on her. She was a goddess and I wouldn't ever hurt her like that.

Often I would lay in bed at night and dream about her and I. Simple little things…happiness we'd never had. That's what I dreamed of. A small house, a couple of adopted kids, a few friends and a backyard barbecue. I wanted so much; I craved for her and I to be happy together. I wanted to kiss her, hold her, protect her, and I wanted to tell her my true feelings…

The thing was, I'm sure she already knew.

~~~~~Michiru POV~~~~

She would give me that flirtatious grin, and although I knew she had eyes for only me, she was attracting a large sum of fans merely by walking down the street. She would stop and smile at these girls. The boys would stop and stare at me too. We had to grin and bear it. We simply had to accept that we couldn't have a relationship yet. I had told my parents I hadn't wanted to wed a man because I wanted to have a foot in the door when it came to my career. My parents had obliged my wish willingly, and I was happy for the reprieve.

I feel so foolish, I never noticed
You'd act so nervous, could you be falling for me?
It took a rumor to make me wonder
Now I'm convinced I'm going under
Thinking 'bout you every day
Dreaming 'bout you every night
Hoping that you feel the same way
Now that we know it, let's really show it, Darlin'

There were three little words I wanted to say to Haruka, three words she wanted to say to me, however we had to remain in the closet as long as possible. Her father had an idea about her, Haruka was a rather blunt person after all, and it would be hard to miss her hints about the matter. Even so, I knew all too well what she wanted to tell me...

Sadly, so did the tabloids.

So, we denied our feelings. Both to the public, and to ourselves, we denied everything possible. It was the only thing we could do. Haruka the playboy, Michiru the concert violinist, it was all over the papers. We couldn't very well even go to dinner without someone trying to take a photo. We felt as if it was a gigantic wall between us, trapped, violated, and completely outraged.

And rightly so..

~~~~~Haruka POV~~~

I can't count how many times I've wanted to cram someone's camera into a place that's never seen the light of day. I would have been more than happy to show those idiots the true meaning of a scandal if they would have let me, but no, Michiru wouldn't allow it. We go to a few movies, we eat a few dinners, and automatically we must be lovers committing adultery on our significant others, never mind the fact that we weren't in a relationship with anyone…

The press made sure the papers were filled with stupid theories…some claimed I was a man, others called us cousins, and dear god, one of them called me transgendered! The lists were endless...now I admit, I do look and act kind of like a guy, but that's my business only…also far be it from me to tell someone they can't love another person because of race, gender and the like, however, I personally would never have any type of sexual encounter with my cousin…

Granted that Minako is far younger than me…it just isn't a good thing to be spouting that complete trash and expect me to take it sitting down. All the press did was continually piss me off…I mean really…of all the stupid immoral things to say…sleeping with my cousin…they better have one hell of a photo editor, after all, Michiru and I look nothing alike…never mind the fact that my only female cousin not in England or America at the time had been Minako…and last time I looked she had been blond, and still is too this day…

Let's give them something to talk about
Let's give them something to talk about
Let's give them something to talk about
How about love?

Anyway you get the idea…

~~~~~~Michiru POV~~~~

Our lives were becoming a train wreck. The only good thing about everything had been the fact that I was really starting to think about things seriously. I had figured that if the press was really interested in us, why not give them what they had wanted? Perhaps not too their face, but, that was about the same time that I had decided I really wanted to be with Haruka…

Intimately.

It wasn't a bad thing to want a lover, and Haruka seemed the one for me. We were fresh out of school, and yet, I felt as if I had my entire life figured out. I wanted her. The smell of her motor oil and gasoline after a big race was actually a turn-on. Despite what people thought, I found her to be dashing in her track suit. Pealing it off of her, sharing a hot shower, her hands on my body playing me so well and good...

She was everything I wanted. That rough and tumble, lighthearted fun loving girl. She was still there, but gods, Haruka had gotten stronger too, she looked more, pardon the term, but manly…she was the shining example of a pretty boy. Her short hair, her blue eyes, that roguish grin, her tall figure, the way her breasts were small but oh so firm, her voice that was naturally husky and naturally feminine. She was everything and nothing all at the same time.

I wanted to be in her embrace, I felt as if without her I would be unable to live, her very existence the light of my day.

~~~Haruka POV~~~

Back then, when we finally came to terms with things, or rather, when I finally conceded that we were more than simply just friends, I felt like I could fly. It turned into a game. How far could we push, how overt could we be without the real truth slipping out? We wanted to find out. We were daredevils, and let me just say I was a very, very bad influence on Michiru. We would be coy about or relationship, and yet, oh so very out all at the same time.

If a reporter asked us something, we would answer back with a question. I personally think we angered a lot of people. My father was very displeased with my antics and disowned me. I shrugged it off as if it was nothing, however on the inside, I was really hurt. He was my dad, and although I wasn't exactly the best kid growing up and made a lot of mistakes I had hoped he would love me for who I was…even if I hadn't lived up to his expectations.

My brothers soon followed.

All I could do was act like it didn't bother me…

~~~~Michiru POV~~~

Although, inside she was crying...

I knew that almost all too well. Every time she kissed me I tasted salt on her lips. At night I would feel her embrace me, and I could feel her shaking outwardly, even if all her tears were held inside, she was so upset. So very, deeply, hurt. I couldn't do much. No one could. Her home life hadn't always been great, but it had been hers. She accepted her father for who he was without question, why couldn't he accept her?

She'd ask me that a lot.

Let's give them something to talk about
A little mystery to figure out
Let's give them something to talk about
How about love, love, love, love?

I had no answer. My parents ignored the papers…I didn't have to deal with them, although truth be told that if they ever found out they wouldn't be happy. They had a man they wanted me to wed, and I had been such a pushover most of my childhood that I'm sure they still thought I would go along with their wishes. Besides that fact, the paper gave nothing but lies anyway, and my parents knew that. I was their good little girl; they'd never have a reason to doubt me. For the moment, it had been working for my advantage; however, poor Haruka was still hurting, and I was helpless to stop the pain.

I was grasping at straws trying to figure out how to deal with this situation and I kept coming up at a loss. Out of desperation, I called Mrs. Aino. She's Haruka's aunt, and a fairly decent woman. She had seen everything going on and didn't hesitate to start asking questions almost instantly. Although she had been close to Haruka, she never dabbled into anything too overtly. She had her own children to worry about, however when I told her about Haruka's father, sparks went flying and she jumped in head first…

I guess brash reaction runs in the family…Minako's the same way now that she's older…

~~~Haruka POV~~~

So anyway, my aunt calls me and gives me an ear full. That was around the time I had accepted the fact I wanted a clean slate so to speak. This was getting to be too much, and I desperately wanted things to cool down. She took Michiru and I in, told us she loved us, and that if I was in love with Michiru she was now family. It was a simple as that. Minako was happy I was around more, and Michiru was happy to have other women around.

I'm not the type to like to gossip, or shop for clothing, or anything like that…it just isn't my style. Anyway, the friends Minako had, as well as the parents of her friends found out too. It was like a snowstorm hit. I swear to god, I hadn't seen such a stir in my life. Quite honestly one day I'm sitting on the front porch of my aunt's house and a blur of people about swarmed the house.

Granted they weren't exactly strangers…I knew them obviously, but it wasn't like I had been really close to them at the time. Still Michiru needed more people in her life, the fact that she was around me, the rumors, and everything in between had made most of her other friends abandon her…I couldn't be a buddy when I was her lover, and thankfully my aunt, cousin, and their friends filled the voids that I was unable to fulfill.

~~~Michiru POV~~~

Needless to say, these people became Haruka's family. It was so odd, and it wasn't long before these poor girls hit the papers too, although thank the gods, it was very short lived. It was a rather odd group, and fairly large. It didn't make sense. Haruka threw herself headfirst into the mess, and, like I had grown accustomed to doing where Haruka was concerned, found myself doing the same. I knew well of the antics Minako got into, but now I was getting involved first hand, and let me just say…it felt liberating.

Let's give them something to talk about
Let's give them something to talk about
Let's give them something to talk about
How about love, love, love, love?

Life seemed good then. Even with all of the tabloids going berserk, the craziness of our new found family and friends, life could only go on for so long before I finally had to tell my family, and when I did, I knew it would lead to trouble…even so, I accepted it for what it was. Another hard trial, another daunting task. I knew telling them wouldn't end well, and yet still, I left a small hope in my heart that they would be happy that I was happy.

Looking back, telling them hadn't gone according to plan; however there is the fact that it could have been far worse…

TBC~~~

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