Sorry for the delay, the next I'll be faster. This isChapter 2, I hope you enjoy it.
Declaration: I do not own the rights to SailorMoon.
Chapter 2.
In the days following Michiru had studied the behavior of Haruka, she was always unfriendly to him, as soon as he finished his lesson, fled like the wind and even when crossed in the corridors and she tried her look with a smile, Haruka turned his gaze as if to ignore it. "I do not understand why look all the way to avoid me," thought Michiru. She stopped several times on the sidelines of the athletics track to watch her running, her face looked tense as he warmed before the race. "I have to admit that his face is so beautiful. Looks like an angel," she found herself thinking. He started doing some sketches on his album, he tried to capture the beauty of those features , the depth of those eyes. But Haruka was moving so fast, it was difficult to stop your image. "She's like the wind," thought Michiru.
While Haruka continued to stare deep in thought, a familiar voice brought her back to reality "Then you were also transfixed by the allure of the great Tenou!" Grey was her friend Elsa, a beautiful brunette who had moved recently from the United States, she practiced athletics, she and Michiru were both new at school and felt they were seen as freaks, one day found themselves sitting at the same table to table and Elsa began to joke with her about this, was very nice and had become good friends. Michiru became flushed and looked down "What do you Elsa! I was just curious to see the race!" replied angrily. "And when the beautiful violinist interested in athletics? I watched for a while 'and you have not removed his eyes off her even for a moment. You see that you like!"
Michiru blushed again. "Elsa, I ask you something?" asked a little 'clumsy,' What you want darling! " the friend replied, "Well I was wondering if you could introduce us after the race." Elsa nodded with a big smile, "Of Course!", then rushed down to the blocks because they were calling.
Haruka was nervous, he knew that Elsa was a tough opponent, it would be pissed as hell lose.
The starter called the start, then there was the shot that gave the start signal, Haruka was immediately started strong, but he felt the presence behind him came nearer and yet a few more meters and would be matched, "Damn it's fast!" Haruka thought, "No, I can not lose, I am the wind!" With an effort he made a step forward and cut to the finish line first. The girls in the stands screaming and applauded , Elsa was a bit 'disappointed but approached Haruka to reach out for him. Haruka shook it and then turned to go and put on the suit. "Tenou wait!" Elsa was back behind her she saw a figure he knew. "I want to introduce my friend, she is a really good artist, you know? But perhaps you already know is called Kaiou Michiru." Michiru stepped forward with a smile."Damn it sounds even sweaty, you seem to have won without effort!" The blonde seemed annoyed "What do you want from me?" he said dryly. "I would like you to do as a model for a painting of mine , what do you think?" Haruka lowered his eyes for a moment, damn just could not look into those blue eyes, almost frightened her. "I do not care this kind of thing," he said contemptuously. Then he turned the bag over his shoulders and walked away. Elsa saw the disappointment on his face Michiru. "Do not be upset. I'm sure you'll have another chance," he said. But Michiru seemed unconvinced.
Haruka had terrible dreams that night, he dreamed that the warrior begging her to accept his fate, then dreamed Michiru, her sapphire eyes that looked and overlapped with those of vision, awoke, dripping sweat, threw her pajamas on the floor, put racing overalls and a few minutes later he was on his bike, running to the coast, "You can not cage the wind, can not be my fate!"
They spent a few days, Michiru seemed to have given up on her, now greeted coldly, not looking over his eyes and seemed to ignore her in the one hand Haruka felt relieved by this sudden change, but the other was sad, he remembered his smile the first day that had greeted her and a little 'was missing.