HEEEEELLLLLLLOOOOO! Happy summer! Congrats to all those who are graduating, may it be from High School or from College. I am sorry that is was taking me so long! After this long freshman year in college, I just needed a break. . .So anyway in this chapter, I take a jab at Americans. But chill out, I am an American. While writing, I kept thinking about the scene in Finding Nemo. When Marlon was explaining that a diver had stolen Nemo, the two wanna be vegetarians were like, " Probably an American! Gah, they think they own everything!" And if any of you are wondering who Tyra Banks is. She is a renowned model who is credited for not being one of the first African American models but also for introducing curves into the modeling world. And we all know that Michiru has curves aplenty!

I do not own Sailor Moon! Enjoy!

You can't model for the rest of your life, so it is important to diversify your career. –Tyra Banks

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Michiru counted to ten slowly as the elevator slowly rose to the 8th floor. She could feel her heart jump with each ding of the elevator. She felt like fainting. Pain racked through her hands as she squeezed the Marine Cathedral's case tighter in her hand. The pain comforted her in some weird way. It told her that this was not a dream. That this was really happening. That she was actually doing something that she wanted to do. As the elevator doors opened, Michiru found herself being greeted by an over enthusiastic receptionist. She could see in the receptionist eyes the skepticism that a well renowned model could play as well as her newly acquired agent said that she could. As she examined her surroundings, Michiru could hardly believe that a mere idea had brought her to this very moment.

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Returning to her hotel, Michiru immediately began to strip down to take a calming bath. Water had always been her place to just think. And right now, she really needed to think. Throwing her soaked clothes on the floor, she ran to the bathroom to run a warm bath. As she watched the porcelain tub fill with water, she thought about what Haruka had said. Haruka words had shaken her to the core. Michiru couldn't help but feel absolute despair. It was a heavy feeling and was proving to be too much for Michiru.

'So this is depression.' Michiru thought as she sunk slowly into the deep water.

The water proved to be an immediate remedy. Michiru could feel her mind go blank as tiredness claimed her body. . .

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Michiru had awaken with a feeling of being renewed but she couldn't for the life of her remember the eerie dream that she had had while she soaked in the tub but it had led her to the Okasawo's door. Akia was reportedly a very good manager. She could get anybody anywhere. The problem with that was that no one could afford her. Well, except the people who had already made it but, who would need a manager by then? Michiru had approached her saying that she had needed a career change and a new light shining on her. Akia was skeptical at first until she heard Michiru play. She had immediately set Michiru up an appointment with Hariati, a music producer, who had just taken control of a music company that had always produced the best.

They were eager to give Michiru a chance. Classic musicians seemed to be the thing right now thanks to Tenoh Haruka.

Michiru stepped into Hariati's office. It was brightly lit and lavishly decorated as if to say 'I'm the CEO, not you!' But the man that sat behind the desk looked like a jolly Santa Claus or better yet, a Mrs. Claus. His face exuberated a calm kindness and a patience that a man working in his field shouldn't have. It was unsettling, in many ways.

"Michiru! How nice to see you, my dear!" Hariati exclaimed as he got up to give Michiru a hug.

Michiru blushed a bright red as she felt a weight press on her butt. She would have been offended if it wasn't for the fact that the man was so short that he had no choice but to lay his hand there. And he seemed oblivious to the fact that he may have been molesting her. Americans!

Backing up slowly out of the man's reach, Michiru bowed to Hariati and said, "Thank you for allowing me to come here and audition."

Realizing his manners, Hariati rushed to bow and stuttered, "Y-y-yes, ma'am. You are known worldwide for your beauty, may I ask why the sudden change in careers?"

"Mr. Hariati, I cannot give you an honest answer because I do not know. But being a famous violinist has always been a dream of mine and I am hoping that you can help me realize it."

Seeming satisfied with the answer, Hariati made his way to his desk. Letting out a tired sigh, he said, "Well, Miss Kaioh, let's begin the audition, shall we?"

"Yes." Michiru walked over to where her case sat and opened it. She hadn't seen her violin in years. It was a foreign sight to her eyes. Her violin looked the same but it seemed to say, 'you have betrayed me.'

Picking up the violin, she went to stand in front of Mr. Hariati. Putting the violin under her chin, she began to play. She didn't know what she was playing or how long she played; she would have kept up for hours, if it hadn't been for a gentle touch on her shoulder.

She opened her eyes to see Hariati looking at her with tender eyes.

"You're in."

Looking down at her violin, Michiru whispered, "I missed you too."

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Hikari was no stranger to the bleachers that she set on. She watched anxious as the racecar came close to ramming into another wall on the circuit before her. Haruka was really cutting it close. She was always daring when she was on the circuit but not it just seemed like she was trying to commit suicide by racetrack.

After the talk that they had had on the roof of Moscow, they had returned to Japan, where Haruka had rented out a circuit and had been on it since then. It was Haruka's way of putting up her walls again. The car was, like, her barrier. She was unreachable and all Hikari could do was sit back and watch as Haruka vented.

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Haruka growled in frustration as her car swerved ungracefully towards the walls of the track. She was losing it. She was losing control and she hated that. How could one person get under someone's skin with just their mere appearance? She couldn't get Michiru out of her head. The way her eyes watered under Haruka's unwavering gaze, the way she stormed out into the rain . . . Haruka couldn't take it! After all these years and after all the things Michiru had done, Haruka had to admit that she still didn't want to see the aquanette hurt. She had even managed to hurt Hikari in the process. She had to get a grip.

As she turned another curve, she thought about Hikari's suggestion.

The beautiful city of Moscow gleamed brightly as visitors to the marvelous city enjoyed themselves down on the streets below. Hikari felt so big, standing on top of the roof. Next to her stood her boyish cousin, who looked as if she didn't know what to do with herself. Despite Haruka's misery at her current situation with the aqua-haired supermodel, Hikari couldn't help but feel some type of pride at the events that had transpired tonight. Haruka had finally opened up to her. She had finally told Hikari why she and obaasan had been forced to move to Kyoto in the first place. Hikari finally knew what had been plaguing her for so many years. If it weren't for the fact that Haruka was beside her, Hikari would have laughed out loud. Who knew that it had been a mere woman that had brought Haruka to the brink of destruction so many years ago?

In all the years that Hikari had known Haruka, Hikari had never known Haruka to waste two thoughts on a woman. Sure, Haruka had had her trysts with women but she had never taken the women seriously. None of them had ever reached girlfriend status.

'She must have really loved Michiru Kaioh' Hikari thought.

Sneaking glances at her cousin, Hikari could see that the model definitely had an effect on the blonde now like she did so many years ago. As much as she hated the model, Hikari could see that as much as the blonde wanted to deny it, Haruka really wanted and may need Michiru in her life.

Sighing, Hikari said, "You know I have always loved the stars."

Hikari laughed inwardly at the baffled look Haruka gave her. Steeling herself for the lashing she was about to get, Hikari said, "Maybe, you should call her. I bet it won't be half so bad to be friends with her. I'm sure you can come to forgive her and love her the way you used to."

Cringing at the verbal beating she was about to take, Hikari was startled to find that she was met with silence.

"Haruka?"

"Who ever said that I had stopped loving her?"

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Slamming her fist against the steering wheel, Haruka let out a string of curses. She shouldn't have said that. How could she have said something like that aloud? How could she have admitted something like that to Hikari that she had been denying all these years? Damn Hikari and her way of mediating.

Should she call Michiru? Hikari wouldn't drop the subject if she did. Finally stopping the car, Haruka stepped out. Sighing, she wondered what string of events would happen once she started to talk to Michiru again. Somehow, she knew it wouldn't bode well for her blood pressure.