DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sailor Moon. Thank you to Takeuchi-sama for giving us such awesome characters to play with. The OC couple, Arian and Riska, belong to Reusch17.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: My most heartfelt thanks to Reusch17 for lending me her original couple, Arian and Riska, from her Sailor Moon "Life" trilogy.
This sequel is dedicated to Reusch17 and Trixxie, the real-life Haruka and Michiru…both truly beautiful couples who are continents apart.
The Concert: The American Tour
Haruka Tenoh
As I believed I would, I won today's race easily. Standing in the Winner's Circle, being drenched with champagne, I should've felt elated, but today I just felt lonely. I wished Michiru was here to share my victory, but she was a continent away.
"TENOH-SAN!"
I kept my fake smile pasted on as reporters and photographers yelled out my name. A busty blonde woman wrapped herself around me and kissed me passionately on the lips as flashes went off in my face, momentarily blinding me. I was dazed and confused.
"Tenoh-san? Is she your new girlfriend?"
"NANI?"
The reporters pointed to the busty blonde still wrapped around me. I furrowed my eyebrows and quickly extricated myself from her grasp.
"NO!"
"Where is this new girlfriend of yours?"
I rolled my eyes in disgust. It's amazing how quickly gossip travels to the wrong ears. I debated with myself whether or not to disclose this information.
"Tenoh-san, is it true you are dating a sixteen year old idol?"
"NO!" I snapped angrily.
It made my blood boil whenever people thought I would actually date anyone underage. I prefer to date my women, not raise them.
"Tenoh-san, who is the new mystery woman we've been hearing about?"
"She and I would prefer to keep this information private."
"It's Kaioh Michiru, the classical violinist!"
Everyone turned and looked at the woman who yelled out this information. I recognized that wild child instantly and clenched my jaw. She was soon surrounded by reporters and photographers. I pushed my way through the crowd and pulled my former lover away, before she could do any further damage.
Once we got into the service pit, I let go of the struggling young woman.
"Arian! What are you doing here?"
"Haru-chan, is that any way to speak to the love of your life?" Arian grinned and flipped her long dark hair.
"You haven't changed a bit." I rolled my eyes.
"Ah, but you have," Arian cooed and snaked her arm around mine.
"Huh?" I quickly pulled my arm out of her dangerous clutches.
"Kaioh Michiru…very classy, but she's not your usual choice of bed bunny."
"ARIAN!" I growled.
"What? Jeez…lighten up Haru-chan," Arian laughed and hopped up on a work station.
"I wouldn't…," I tried to warn Arian of the oil, but was too late.
"SHIT!"
Arian flew off the work station and tried to wipe off the motor oil on her backside. I laughed at the sight.
"Why didn't you warn me?" Arian scolded.
"I tried, but you…," I broke into laughter as Arian made the mess on her backside worse.
"It's not funny Haru-chan," Arian whined and looked at me pleadingly.
"Okay, come here. Let me help you."
I grabbed some grease cutting cleaner and dabbed it on a clean rag. Arian stood in front of me.
"Turn around."
Arian turned around and bent over, jutting her backside at me. I sighed and began cleaning her jeans.
"Say cheese!"
Arian and I turned toward the voice at the same time. We were blinded by a flash.
"Crap!" I spat.
"What's the matter Haru-chan?"
"That photo is going to be splashed all over the gossip rags tomorrow! I have to warn Michiru," I blurted out.
"So…the rumors are true. You are dating Kaioh Michiru," Arian teased triumphantly.
"Shit," I grumbled and sighed deeply.
"Haru-chan, finish what you started," Arian purred and teased.
"Arian!" I scolded.
I finished cleaning the motor oil off Arian's jeans and slapped her backside, letting her know I was finished.
"Arian, you never answered my question," I said as I put the cleaning solution back in the cabinet.
"I'm here with my girlfriend."
"Really? Someone managed to tie you down?"
Arian arched her eyebrow and smiled wickedly. I felt my face warm up.
"Arian! I didn't mean it like that…and you know it."
"Haru-chan…," Arian said playfully.
"Would you and your girlfriend like to have dinner?"
"What about your sponsors' victory party?"
Whenever I win a race, my sponsors throw a congratulatory victory party which I usually attend, but without Michiru, I wasn't in the mood to party.
"How do you know about that?"
"My girlfriend's company is one of your newest sponsors," Arian laughed and pushed me towards the showers, "Go get ready. Riska has been dying to meet you."
Much to my personal discomfort, Arian stood outside the shower stall and chatted incessantly while I showered.
"Arian? I'm done. Would you please pass me a towel?"
A small hand towel flew over the shower stall door.
"Smart ass! Please pass me a bath towel."
"It's okay Haru-chan," Arian cooed seductively, "I promise not to look."
"Yeah…right…I don't think so."
Arian huffed disapprovingly and I laughed.
"Arian, stop tormenting Tenoh-san and let her shower in peace!"
"Riska!" Arian said happily.
I waited and soon heard the main door to the showers close, so I cautiously opened the shower stall and peeked out. Arian was gone, so I stepped out, dried myself, and wrapped the towel around my body.
As I exited the showers and entered the locker room, I saw Arian and her girlfriend making out in front of my locker. I shook my head and walked to my locker. The two lovers were completely oblivious to my presence, so I cleared my throat to get their attention. They looked at me, moved away from in front of my locker, but never broke their lip lock.
I chuckled, crossed my arms, leaned against my locker, and looked at the two kissing women.
"Do you mind?"
"Not at all," Arian answered and resumed kissing her girlfriend.
"Arian," Riska grabbed Arian's wrist and dragged her out of the locker room.
I was thankful one of them was level-headed and opened my locker.
As soon as I exited the locker room, Arian pounced on me.
"Haru-chan! It sure took you long enough to get ready," Arian teased and pulled me towards a tomboyish woman, "Come meet Riska."
"Tenoh Haruka," I said and extended my hand.
Fujita Riska. It's a pleasure to finally meet the famous Tenoh Haruka. Arian has told me a lot about you."
"All good, I'm sure," I said teasingly.
"Of course," Arian huffed indignantly.
"Fujita-san, I was just asking Arian if you two would like to have dinner."
"That would be nice, but you and I need to make an appearance at the party first," Riska winked.
We made a perfunctory appearance at the victory party and went to dinner. As soon as we took our seats at the table, Arian started in.
"Haru-chan…what's up with you and Kaioh-san?"
I glared at her over my menu and ignored the question.
"Arian, leave Tenoh-san alone," Riska reprimanded her girlfriend.
Over the top of my menu, I chuckled as Arian huffed indignantly, crossed her arms, and sat in her chair pouting.
"Well, we know who wears the pants in the family," I said softly.
Riska giggled behind her menu.
"NANI?!" Arian exclaimed, standing abruptly, "Tenoh Haruka, I'll have you know…"
Mine and Riska's loud laughter cut Arian's rant short. She glared at us with a raised eyebrow and sat down, completely indignant.
"It's nice to finally have an ally," I said and extended my hand to Riska.