Six

Haruka had to admit that she had a thing for creative women. She didn't mean the type that were creative in bed either; that was just half of the fun. If she wanted that then she could easily look in Kabuki-cho for a creative woman to entertain her for the night in that sense.

No, this was completely different and totally a rare find. The blonde haired CEO loved the type of woman who had a lot going on for herself. She loved artists of many forms, for she was an artist herself. She loved elegant women who knew how to carry on an intelligent conversation without getting lost in translation. She also loved the type of girl who could be intelligent, artistic, sexy, and be a conversationalist all in one.

Usually, she would only get twenty-five percent of that in the potential partners she had. If she was lucky? Maybe on a good night she would run into someone that had sixty percent of what she wanted at most. Most of those types would be conceited and end up giggling at the wrong amusements. They would talk about themselves or fawn over how great Haruka was instead. If they were intelligent? They didn't focus on their looks at all, and while Haruka found them to be amazing friends, her previous "girls" were so immersed in their work that they usually had no time for relationships to begin with. When they tried in attempts to actually have a relationship; all they would talk about would be work.

Meiou, Setsuna so far, was the closest thing that Haruka got to a perfect partner. She was a top class fashion designer. She was known for not only making stunningly beautiful dresses and clothing, but for being incredibly beautiful herself. The fashion designer was part Japanese, part Egyptian; though she had been residing in Japan for most of her life, and was looking for someone to share her world with. Her dark long hair cascaded down her back accentuating her long black clingy dinner dress that she wore tonight. Her fingers were long nimble like an artist's should be... Haruka had a thing for hands. An artist's hands were the best because they were valued for the work that they would create. Setsuna's eyes were also an alluring feature. They were so brown that in the light they appeared a deep glittering ruby color and could draw you in as if you were under a spell as she spoke. The woman would speak about her trip to France to study art at the latest exhibit that was flourishing there, her flight to Italy to be informed of the latet and shop for the prettiest of clothes while trying the infamous cuisine, and go on about the beauty of New York City-she'd tell stories about her experience at fashion week. While she had been invited as guest, her designs were also showcased there just as much as the next top designers were in the world; Setsuna had never once talked about herself or her success. Only her experiences. She'd often mention her inspirations...Betsy Johnson, Vera Wang, Vivienne Westwood, Chanel and how she wanted to reach that level.

Setsuna could allure Haruka for hours on end with the knowledge that she shared. While Haruka was also well-traveled, she was so busy that she hardly got to take in anything or enjoy it. Because of this, Setsuna's stories would always be immensely interesting and entertaining for her to hear.

"You're looking gorgeous as ever tonight Setsuna," Haruka complimented as the woman in front of her sat down across from her at the table for two.

"I could say the same for you. Then again, you're always looking quite stylish," dismissed Setsuna softly. Her eyes glittered as if she was bemused and Haruka knew exactly why and what she was going to want to expect. Such games with this woman didn't bore her like the ones with the others did...

"I only have one person to thank for that of course," teased Haruka. She would imply but never satisfy such flattery. She was much too accustomed to these sorts of games.

"I wonder who that might be... You have access to all of the top brands of clothes from all over the world. You have an amazing stylist who has done quite some numbers on your co-workers and clients. Yet, you still wear my designs," Setsuna shot back playfully.

This was why Haruka liked her so much. She knew how to play. She would demand flattery and pull back, but throw things right back if Haruka was willing to play as well. It was the game they'd play among many dinners out or drives home when they weren't caught up in some other type of conversation. It felt endless...


Michiru had been stunned to know that Seiya had refused the offer to dine with her tonight. It was so surprising because it was was a top notch restaurant. Plus, it was food that Michiru was going to be covering the bill for. Why the hell would Seiya refuse that offer? Why would anyone? It was free food!

She could only assume that her manager had been exhausted from trying to fight out a compromise between them and their technically new boss, Tennou, Haruka. Between this issue, running horribly late due to car problems, along with getting mistaken only only a boy but a host club boy by their co-worker; Seiya must have had an awfully long day.

Regardless, was still surprising that she'd turn down such an offer for expensive free food... But maybe these routines were getting old for even her manager.

Because of this outcome; that is how Michiru found herself dining for one that night. How long that would last would be up to how well the servers and staff at the restaurant kept people away from her. It was usually why the model kept Seiya with her when she went out to eat. Most men would assume she was with company and not sit with her. Normally, they would be intimidated and they'd send bottles of wine over their treat, instead of approaching her. Seiya would then turn back and glare at the guy who was trying to indirectly flirt with her friend and client.

When the raven haired manger wasn't around however, that's when men got 'ballsy' and decided to make fools of themselves by having the nerve to send various things over, pay for her whole dinner, or better yet, Michiru's favorite tactic-try to get all comfy and dine with her.

At any rate, she would never let it stop her from enjoying her time out. She'd be damned if some arrogant prick had her be a shut-in or order take out.

Michiru enjoyed different atmospheres and places. She had never liked being trapped in one place for too long. This restaurant was special. It was near the ocean in a couple of cities over... It was a bit of a drive, but always well worth the commute to have fresh seafood and a beautiful ocean view to gaze at. It was mainly the ocean view that allured her to dine there.

There had always been something about beaches that entranced Michiru since she was little. She loved water. Matter of fact, she would swim as a hobby when ever she was stressed. On other occasions, she would make trips to Tokyo Bay or the ocean to just hear the wind and water speak to her.

Michiru took her seat and scanned the menu-which only took seconds considering how familiar she was with the establishment. She ordered her usual set for dinner, and then noticed something was off at the table or so behind her. Light laughter caught her attention... Because of her admiration that she had kept within her so long she was able to recognize that voice anywhere.

'Haruka was here too...?'

Michiru smiled and tried to ignore it.

'Stop it with your school girl crush. Things are different now. You're in a better place in your life now. You're a top model and soon to be artist and she's your boss. Get it together Michi... You're over this. You have to be...'

She heard another woman's voice, and for some reason it made her feel jealous even... It was stupid in her mind. This wasn't allowed; to Michiru, none of this was. Jealousy, curiosity, falling for someone all over again-it just couldn't happen or be done.

"So Kisaki, Michiru liked my design yes?" the woman dining with Haruka asked. The fact that she was the subject is what surfaced Michiru's attention.

"Indeed. Then again, who wouldn't like your designs Setsuna? You're incredibly creative and unique in the market. This dress will be part of the cover for her first single, so I'm sure people will buy even more of your clothes after they see it on Kisaki-san," Haruka answered lightly.

Michiru's heart skipped a beat. Haruka was dating Setsuna Meiou? She sighed. They definitely made a good pair. A famous world class designer and an entertainment executive. It seemed almost too perfect in Michiru's eyes. What got to her more was how lightly the blonde talked to Setsuna. Laughter was in her voice and her heart was seemingly etched on her sleeve. It something that Michiru had never got to see...

She only got to see Haruka's coldness directed towards her. Even as this new person, Haruka Tennou was still cold and ruthless towards her past introductions. Their personalities didn't match at all. Where Michiru was elegant where Haruka was brash... One was into classical music versus electronic house. One's woman's hobby was swimming while the other's was formula one racing as a past time. Haruka's talent was digital photography and photo manipulating against Michiru's sketching and painting.

They were complete opposites.

Furthermore, it convinced the artist to get her head out of the clouds. To make matters even worse that night for her, as soon as Michiru lifted her salad fork...

"Michiru-sannnnn!" a flamboyant voice called out.

She also knew that voice anywhere.

'Great…' she thought wryly to herself. She really needed to change where she dined and wined.

"Jadeite..." she muttered darkly with a groan.

"Now, now, Mi-chi don't be so sad on me! I'm here for your entertainment! No woman should be dining alone, especially not one as beautiful as you!" the blonde haired male proclaimed.

Jadeite was also a famous designer much like Setsuna Meiou was. He was known more on a national level than an international level however. He worked under the hand of Beryl (as she was known as to the public) who managed a handful of starting designer labels along with her own. There were four designers in all under her line, and together their line was known as 'Shi Tenou'. There was Jadeite who was known to be an over dramatic attention whore in Michiru's honest opinion. He constantly wanted to shove her body into the skimpiest undergarments possible because he wanted her ass all for himself. Usually, it was Nephrite or Zoicite however, who would save her ass...quite literally.

Michiru didn't mind the other designers at all. If anything, they were rather pleasant. Nephrite was the silent and cool type who focused on men's wear. He was, like mentioned, a man a little words despite being known as quite the playboy among several women. Michiru hardly ever saw him. Zoicite. on the other hand, she would see all the time. The man was obviously gay as day and was openly in love with his partner Kunzite. Together they worked on a lot of flamboyant stage wear and elegant ballgowns.

Being honest with herself, Zoicite and Kunzite were the only people she ever felt comfortable being around when it came to being naked or doing fittings around. They weren't interested in having a piece of her because they had each other. Unlike Jadeite, who decided to make himself right at home right then, sitting close as close as possible next to her at her dinner table.

She had completely forgotten how loud the man was and how much attention was on them now. The realization had hit her and her face flamed red wondering if her boss was staring at her from behind. Michiru didn't dare turn around to see...

'Haruka's here and I'm here with this loud asshole... Oh fuck me.; Michiru thought, downing her second glass of wine as soon as she poured it. This situation called for drinking, a lot of drinking...

"Jadeite, I would highly appreciate it if you addressed me properly and clear yourself from my sight," Michiru said warningly.

"I haven't seen you in so long and this is how you greet me? Harsh Michi dear, very harsh. I'm wounded," Jadeite said swinging an arm around her shoulder.

"And if you don't remove your arm from my person, I will do so much more than just wound you," Michiru threatened. She took a good stab at a piece of lettuce in her salad to make a good clear point to the male next to her.

Jadeite scooted away as Michiru poured what was round three of her bottle of wine. This was a world record-even for her to be on her third glass before her main entree came out.

"Oh how I've missed you Michi! Going off with that Tennou, Haruka person without any proper goodbye just broke my heart. I've been SO worried about you! Especially since Tennou-san is lesbian and has the obvious reputation for being a playgirl. She hasn't made any advances on you has she? I mean I wouldn't blame her if she did, I mean look at you! You're so stunning and gorgeous Michiru, but you're obviously straight right?! I just can't imagine you-" Jadeite rambled on.

'Shows how well you know me dumbass.' Michiru thought wryly to herself. She knew better than to spite the man and come out of the closet. It would be her biggest downfall because Jadeite wasn't one to keep his mouth shut. Anyone getting word of her having the preference for women as her lovers had paparazzi press headline written all over it.

"Just who is a playgirl?" a voice asked above her right at that very moment.

Michiru saw Jadeite classlessly spit out his wine into his glass. He went pale, making her drunkenly look upward at the said source. Oh my what a lovely view...

"Kisaki-san," Haruka acknowledged with an eyebrow raised.

"Haruka..."

"I-I had no idea you both were dining in the same area!" Jadeite sputtered. He looked shocked to see her there since he had just been caught talking horribly of her.

"Tennou, Haruka nice to make your acquaintance," Haruka greeted him dismissively.

"Shi Tennou's Jadeite, likewise," the blonde haired male said with a sniff as he stood up from the table.

"Aa, that newbie designer brand hm? Now what would someone like you be doing with Kisaki-san? If I didn't know better, it seems like you were pestering her no? I saw her walk in alone and even reserve for one... Isn't it rude of you to just assume that she would have invited you over?"

"It's fine I can deal with this on my own," Michiru assured.

"Then you would have done so already," Haruka snapped quickly before continuing, "And as her boss, it's my responsibility to make sure that she is taken care of. Especially when it comes to dismissing creeps like you."

"Then do you do that," mustered Jadeite adjusting his coat, "I'll see you sometime soon my Michi..."

And with that, he dismissed himself from her table. Haruka replaced his spot instead, making herself comfortable across from Michiru. There was a bemused twinkle in her dark sapphire eyes as she stared across from her-leaving Michiru more so confused than she already was. Why did Haruka save her? Didn't it interrupt her date? Where did Setsuna go?

"Why did you do that?" she ended up asking bluntly. It was something she never would have done if it weren't for the wine she had earlier.

"Just as I explained it Kisaki-san, I'm your boss and you needed help no matter how much you try to deny so," Haruka explained.

"What about your girlfriend? I'm sorry I interrupted you both.."

Michiru knew she was drunk more so than tipsy. She had never held excessive amounts of alcohol well. Whatever she had thought was coming out of her mouth without hesitation. She was almost afraid to open her mouth knowing that her feelings were working faster than her brain making her muses be verbally known rather than being the usual passive person she was.

"Oh? You're so sure she was my girlfriend...?" Haruka teased before finishing off the rest of Michiru's wine.

"H-Hey!" Michiru stuttered as she slowly reached for the glass. She pouted as she saw not even a drop left.

"I'm sure you didn't need it. It seems like you had enough as is... What was that? Half of your forth glass? Can you even process any of what I'm saying fast enough...? Besides, shouldn't I be full of questions for you? Like why you're dining alone and drinking away your sorrows...? Not that you should have any," the blonde smirked knowingly.

"Urasai..." hissed Michiru with a glare. 'Shut up, shut up, shut up..you have no idea..'

"Oh? So you can be just a fierce as in your shoots... Though, you're so vulgar, demanding, and full of words...Maybe this is truly who you are beyond your cute, calm, and elegant act?"

"And perhaps you're just as much of a playgirl as they say," shot the model in defense. She stood up, wanting nothing more to dismiss herself before she threw something at Haruka. This woman was frustrating... She stumbled forward feeling dizzy as she stood too soon. She found Haruka standing as well instantly at her side to balance her. It was strangely calming, but definitely not what it seemed.

"Careful now...you obviously are quite the lightweight... And as for me being a playgirl so speak, the one I was with? Setsuna Meiou? She's the designer of your dress for your debut. She's also the closest I've ever gotten to a real legitimate girlfriend if you must know," Haruka said. She was calm, there was a fond laughter in her voice much like when she had been with the infamous designer earlier.

Michiru felt her jealousy burn within her and knew it was much more so apparent with her vulnerable like this more so than it would be if she hadn't left her composure elsewhere an hour or so ago.

"Then I should leave. I've interrupted your dinner date," she ended up saying coldly. She tried to move forward but the blonde was instantly in front of her, blocking her path.

"She excused herself for the night. She got called in on an emergency appointment."

"So you got bored and decided to help me and make me your source of amusement for the rest of the night?" Michiru asked flatly.

Haruka burst out laughing shaking her head is disbelief, "You know, you're much more amusing this way than when I met you with your manager."

"I'll just excuse myself as well for tonight thank you. I'll see you in the morning." Michiru tried making her exit. She still found herself being followed even outside even after paying the bill.

"You didn't take yourself here?" Haruka asked moments of silence later.

"Unfortunately yes, but I'll manage," dismissed Michiru.

"Oi are you crazy?! Wait, don't answer that, you're not in your right mind right now... I'll take care of everything. I am not about to be responsible for letting you manage to get back on your own with god knows how much of an alcohol intake in you for something bad to happen. If you want to really fuck up my reputation and yours, then you're super reckless!"

"And what do you propose I do about it oh-great-Tennou-sama? Get a private jet? I may be well off, but I don't have people wait on me hand on foot like you probably do," Michiru snapped as she whirled around to face her.

Haruka rolled her eyes and sighed, grabbing her to hold her still, "Just shut up and let me take you home. I'll have someone bring your car back. Keys please?"

"No." Michiru protested with huff. Like hell she wasn't giving her car keys to Haruka Tennou out of all people. She rather wreck.

"I'll take those," Haruka announced lightly-her height differences being her advantage to take the away from Michiru's hands that were grasping onto the keys from behind her back.

"Hey! Just who the hell do you think you are?!" Michiru contended loudly trying to grab at her car keys. She stumbled feeling like a complete and utter idiot as Haruka moved backwards playfully out of her way. A smile was formed on her face as if she was amused shitless by this little charade... It really pissed Michiru off.

"Tennou, Haruka last I checked.." was the sarcastic answer she received back.

"I don't care if you're the prime minister of this nation, give me my fucking keys back!"

"Oh wow, I can see it now the media all over proper lady-like Michiru Kisaki, f-bombing out of all things unholy..." Haruka teased.

Somehow, Michiru found herself at Haruka's yellow Ferrari 360 Spider, the blonde leaning against it bemusedly twirling the keyring around her fingers.

"Oh give it a break already!" snapped Michiru. She had no patience for Haruka's teasing and games. She endured enough humiliation from this being in her youth.

"Do you know what a girl would give to be in the passenger seat of my car?" asked Haruka.

"Do you know how many fucks I give?" the musician shot back feeling rather smart by answering back with a rather crude question. This was so unlike her, but as she realized earlier-her patience was growing thin and she was desperately trying to shove the blonde out of her presence as fast and as defensively as she could. She partially was afraid of what she might say or do in this intoxicated state.

Haruka ended up laughing shaking her head as she opened the passenger side's door, "You're the first to ever say that to me or reject such a offer even... Though I'm sure the alcohol has made the response more vulgar than you intended..."

Michiru rolled her eyes in defeat. Defeated, she slumped herself inside the car's seat aware that the door was closing. She knew that she needed to have enough common sense to at least put her seat belt on... In a way, she couldn't believe it. She was in Tennou, Haruka's Ferrari out of all things.. Which brought her back to the thought that Haruka did have a point; billions of girls would have given anything to be in this passenger seat with Haruka. Usually, the spot was reserved for Haruka's rumored lovers that she'd take home by no doubt... Also, Haruka was an amazing driver. She was a professional race car driver for a reason so it was only natural that she'd have a collection of flashy sports car that she'd test her limits in. The Ferrari had to have been her favorite from what Michiru had guessed. It was bright yellow, borderline obnoxious because of the color in Michiru's honest opinion. Ironically, it strangely suited the woman and her tastes.

Haruka got in after fiddling with her own keys pressing a button to start up the car which in turn, roared to life. It almost shocked the neighboring woman, realizing how loud it was just at the start up. Perhaps it was her intoxication that made her a little over sensitive towards sudden things. The back up out of the parking spot was so fast and abrupt that Michiru gasped in shock not prepared for the sudden jerk in the car.

Her boss chuckled, evilly glancing over at her daringly borderline playful, before revving the car to accelerate forward just as abruptly as it had pulled out leaving the parking space. Michiru's hand quickly went to clutch the door handle praying for her life. So god helped her if she died by the hands or power at that matter, of Haruka Tennou. It was absolutely unacceptable. She refused to let it happen.

"I'd offer my hand for you to hold to calm down, but unfortunately I'm occupied with the clutch," Haruka teased.

"Your ego baffles me..," muttered Michiru.

"Oh I could baffle you in lots of different ways Miss Kisaki..."

Was...Haruka flirting with her? As tempted as Michiru inner heart would have been, her heart was also still broken and on the defensive side no matter how many of of drinks she had consumed to loosen her up.

"Spare me your playgirl attitude Tennou.. I'm not interested in what you have to offer," she ended up responding calmly.

"Funny, even straight women are even a bit confused,.. You're not even phased," mused Haruka.

Michiru laughed loudly amused at how the female beside her thought it was sexuality issue, "Whoever said I was interested in men?!"

The driver's eyes widened in shock... It was unexpected. Michiru Kisaki being a lesbian was not the first thing that Haruka would have expected out of the model. The perfection and lady-like quality of the girl made Haruka assume that she was interested in men as much as the species were interested in her. Then again, she never revealed if she had ever been with either gender and the paparazzi had never caught her with someone out on a date before. She had always been seen with Seiya. It made Haruka curious as to whether Michiru had any friendships with anyone else.

Michiru, on the other hand covered her mouth in shocked. That had just slipped… She hadn't meant for that to slide out of her mouth and out into the open…

'Shit shit shit! Way to go you just disclosed that with the last person you should have!'

"If that is the case then, what is your type?" Haruka questioned genuinely curious.

"I'm not exactly sure..." Michiru admitted slowly. Maybe that was just as worse of an answer as her previous one regarding her sexuality.

"Then how can you be so sure that you like the same gender if you don't know what type of woman you fancy? Have you ever been with a woman?"

"I've never been attracted to a man," was Michiru's answer automatically.

Haruka blinked confusedly, braking at the red light in front of her leaving the hum of the Ferrari's engine as the only sound between them. Her condo wasn't too far from where they had dined but she liked to take her 'baby' out on a cruise every now and then. Even her many girls would tease her that her Ferrari was her girlfriend/first love and that she would put her love of driving it before any girl.

The blonde chuckled a little thinking at how she'd always answer to the girls who would accuse that, "Well I have to admit that the ride in the baby gives me such a rush that it might just be better than sex"

"So you've been attracted to a woman before?" she ended up asking breaking the silence between them.

"Perhaps...but that's none of your business," Michiru said as the light signaled they could go.

Haruka turned into the parking lot complex of the building she resided in at that very moment..

Michiru had then realized exactly what was going on... Their conversation had distracted her so much that she never gave directions to her place... Haruka had taken Michiru to her apartment. What had she gotten herself into...?

(A/N: AHHHHH long time no speak right? I'm SO SORRY that I haven't updated in fic in such a very long time. I really don't write like I used to. No idea why either because I have plenty of time and a lot of ideas/plot bunnies but I've just totally lacked motivation. Anyway a lot of people were like 'GET INSPIRED' because Sailor Moon is obviously back and I do have to admit that this ficcage has a special place in my heart. It's been a couple of years so I've matured a bit so the plot might kind of if I decided to continue! I don't know how often I'll be updating or writing but hopefully since the fandom is so beautifully active I will find some type of inspiration to continue. :3

Anyway HA evil cliff hanger.. Oh man Michiru is such a blabber mouth when drunk right? LOL And just what are Haruka's intentions with her taking her back to her living quarters hm? You all will have to figure out later on! I hope the extra long chapter length and introduction of main characters makes up for the extremely long wait! Thank you all for being so patient and for your sweetness in the reviews! Makes my heart feel all warm and fluffy inside! Stay tuned lovelies!)

-Revised 7/19/2016-