A new chappie. Read and Review! Thanks! I changed the present time to 2011, so that Haruka and Michiru would be 22! And that will help the story move along more smoothly! I do not own Sailor Moon nor do I own Victoria's Secret or anything else that you may recognize as a big company! Thank you!

-kikyo17

Her breath caught as she saw the aquamarine beauty walked down the runaway. She looked like an angel come to earth, save for the diamond bra she wore. She looked so beautiful, even after all these years. Haruka felt as if her heart was being squeezed by the devil himself.

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2004

"You are such a fucking dyke! How long have you loved Michiru, you fucking loser?" Seiya said, as he pushed Haruka to the ground.

Michiru looked horrified, as she saw her boyfriend push her best friend to the ground. Haruka grunted in pain as her head hit a rock. Bright, red blood poured from her mouth, her nose and other cuts on her face.

"I treat her better than you ever would" Haruka managed to force out.

Seiya's face twisted in anger as he kicked Haruka in the stomach. Haruka grunted, curling into the fetal position, defeated, as Michiru and Seiya walked away. Thinking the worst was over, Haruka finally let the tears stream, but no, her hell was just beginning.

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2004

School was hell after Haruka finally confessed her feelings to Michiru, Seiya made sure that Haruka's life was nothing more than being thrown up against lockers, and eating lunch behind the school. She was constantly friendless. No one wanted to talk to her and when they did, they were bullied to no ends. So they kept away, and Haruka was left to fend for herself.

She tried to contact Michiru every chance she could, but Michiru always rebuffed her. But she would never tell Seiya and that gave Haruka hope.

"Haruka, what are you doing here! Didn't I tell you to stop coming by?" Michiru whispered as she saw Haruka struggle to get in through her window.

"Michiru, I had to see you and talk to you. Look, I was wrong for kissing you! And I want you to know that if you forgive me, I will never try anything like that again, okay? Let's just be friends again, like, we used to." Haruka pleaded.

"No. If we become friends again, I lose Seiya!"

"Does boys and money really mean that much to you?" Haruka exclaimed. "So Seiya has money, but he is a bully! How could you sit there while he bullies everyone that isn't like him? You changed since you've been with him! You don't play your violin anymore? And what's this about you dying you hair blonde? Your blue hair was beautiful. Are you insane? I accept you for who you are! What would your father say if he saw you like this?"

At the mention of her late father, Michiru blushed an angry red, "You know nothing about what I want in life, Haruka Tenoh? I want a life where I don't have to worry about anything! Seiya can give me that! You think you can? Get out and leave me alone."

"Fine! I'll leave but I wonder how you look in the mirror every day?"

As Haruka climbed out of the window, Michiru hopped into bed and begin to sob. Haruka just did not understand, she loved Seiya and he loved her. Touching her new blonde locks, she began to sob harder. So sure, he hadn't like her natural blue hair, but most people didn't. She had been ridiculed for it since elementary school. And maybe, Seiya should have loved her for her hair, but Michiru did not mind the new locks. Haruka was just wrong and did not understand. No one understood her. Michiru was alone.

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Haruka sat in a clearing that overlooked a ravine, her place. Michiru's place. But Michiru had not been here since the accident. Haruka sighed; disappointed that another plea had not reached Michiru's ears. What could to save he from Seiya? But Michiru did not need saving from Seiya, but from herself too. But Haruka just did not know how to save her, but she would not give up.

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Victoria's Secret, definitely, knew how to threw a party. Diasuke seemed to be closer to passing out with each second. Hikari was taken by the dancing women, who danced near a stage in the center of the hotel. She danced as carefree as the women themselves. Even though, she would regret it in the morning, Haruka had to admit that Hikari looked hilarious. For once, Haruka was the only one sober.

Michiru checked her hair and outfit for the twenty-second time. She wanted to look perfect. Despite turning twenty making the night special, it would be the first time that she had seen Haruka in almost seven years. She wanted nothing more but to see the blonde.

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Announcing our top Angel, Michiru Kaioh. . . Happy Birthday, Michiru!

Everyone in the room applauded, as the aquamarine girl stepped down into the crowd, accepting hugs and kisses from all the well-wishers. Her bright blue eyes scanned for golden locks through the crowd, but with no success. As soon as the hype concerning her calmed down and the party continued, Michiru began to search for Haruka.

Haruka had to admit that she was a coward. She hid in a dark corner away from the hype that surrounded the beauty. She had no heart to go and talk to the woman. She did not know what they would say to each other. But she knew that it would happen eventually but she would stall the moment as long as she had to.

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The party dragged on for what seemed like hours as people wandered along either drunk, or just trying to suck up to execs of Victoria's Secret. Michiru could not spot the blonde nor had anyone else seen her. She could not help but feel disappointment. She really had wanted to see Haruka. Designing herself to leave, Michiru turned and ran right into her object of interest.

"Haruka!" Michiru exclaimed. "How good is it to see you?"

Haruka, who was in mere shock, just stood there as Michiru smiled up at her. Michiru grabbed Haruka's hand and led her to a private sector of the lobby, so that that they could have conversation with no interruption.

"So how have you been?" Michiru asked as she sat herself and Haruka down on a couch near a fish tank filled with mollies.

"Fine, I guess."

"That is good. I would like you to know that I have all of your albums. They are beautiful, Haruka. I knew you could play well, but your songs are just pure bliss. What was your inspiration?" Michiru asked, scooting closer to Haruka.

"Pain. Heartbreak. Betrayal. The usual emotions that I seem to be no stranger too."

And just like that the friendly atmosphere that they had been trying to maintain was lost. Haruka's teal eyes seemed to pierce Michiru's soul. But despite the cold glare that Michiru was receiving from Haruka, she still managed to smile, albeit a nervous, and continue the tense conversation.

"Oh. Those emotions seem to produce the best music, no?"

And that was it, Haruka realized. Not even an apology. Just a smile and polite conversation. Did she honestly think that they could just be friends again? Suddenly, she wanted vodka. And she knew there was a bottle under her pillow at home.

"Excuse me, Michiru. But I do believe it is time for me to leave." Haruka said, getting up to leave.

Michiru stood up also and said, "But I just got to see and talk to you. Why don't you stay a little while longer?"

"Sorry, Michiru, but I don't think that anything fulfilling will come out of this conversation. Happy Birthday, Michiru, I would have bought a present but then Seiya might come after me, won't he?

And with that Haruka was gone, leaving a dazed and humiliated Michiru. Michiru sat back down on the couch, with a sigh. That had not gone as she had planned. She had wanted to say more. She had wanted to tell Haruka everything, bare her soul to her, but the blonde had quickly shut down and left. Why couldn't they have picked up where they had left off? Be what they used to?

Two ten year olds lay under the stars in a small clearing. Neither could want for nothing. With a content sigh, Michiru looked over at Haruka and asked, "Are you mad?"

Shaking her head Haruka answered, "No. But why me?"

Giggling, Michiru said, "Who wouldn't want to be with their best friend? I am happy you were my first kiss. Promise we will be friends forever."

"Yes, forever."