Dedicated to all the girls who are still waiting for a Haruka/ Michiru to appear in their lives...
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Ami, Jay, Kaioutenjou, haruanto, Keeper Aki, AleWindT, Viento-cortante, Alexia, Sailor Nimnard thank you for your reviews. I would like to add that despite all the appearances, this is Haruka and Michiru (love) story. As for the fast updates... hmm i would say what i always say : " the more you review that faster i update". :)
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9. What killed her
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Haruka approached the terrace where Michiru had left, but when she reached the threshold she stopped with a dazzled expression. When she was near her she felt like iron filings in front of a magneto. She was a fighter, but she couldn't find her own feelings. She needed to let her go, but she didn't have the strength to do that.
" So that was your big plan?" a voice came from her right.
She turned and saw, a gorgeous brunette holding on a glass of whiskey as she stood against the threshold with a lazy, drunken air.
"To push her to her limits so she would admit her feelings?" the brunette added and let out a slight laugh. "You wanted her to be able to say out loud that she loves her man and that she had moved on, while in the depths of your heart you were hoping for her to come back to you. That's just so…"
"Shut up, Charlie!" Haruka snapped.
"…Lame!" Charlie concluded untroubled by Haruka's bad mood. "But either way, Miss Kaioh si quite something. She called you a 'bitch' and moreover she slapped you in front of the audience. Apparently, my dear, you have found your match. It's a pity though, that she's getting married…"
"Charlie, drop it! You're drunk already!"
The brunette raised her eyebrows fakely surprised.
"My love, I might be drunk, but I'm not stupid!" she replied with a phony sugary voice. "And right now I have the impression that you're playing me as a fool!"
Haruka turned to her displeased, willing to take the glass from her hand, but instead she said:
"Grab your things, we're leaving."
Charlie smiled amused.
"My love, if you want to leave you're free to do it, but do not expect me to come with you after all that happened today. If you want some company go and call Miss Kaioh because I'm done with you!"
Haruka looked at her with her poker face.
"I really hope that Kaioh will see the end of you because I've had enough of your rudeness and selfishness, Haruka!" Charlie added with disgust and tossing off her drink she left, returning to her table.
Haruka tried to watch her leaving. She tried to understand that she just got dumped. She even tried to play affected the cold words Charlie told her, but all she could think of was her aching cheek. The palm she received from Michiru still hurt.
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The semaphore turned red so Damien stopped the car. He looked on his left and saw that Michiru was still caught on her own thoughts with her eyes fixed on the window. He wished he could tell her something but he didn't know with what to begin. He waited for her to make the first step but he knew her very well and she was not going to say anything until they get home. Moreover when they will be at home she will probably bring the classic excuse 'I'm tired, let's deal with this in the morning' and of course, in the morning they will act as nothing had happened.
The semaphore turned red and he stepped on the acceleration. He was driving slowly and carefully, even though in his inner self he was burning with angriness. He was doing that because he didn't want to expose himself. He was doing that because that was who he was. He had always been a safe driver, not a fool, performing a show on the wheels. She had never told him, but he knew that she didn't like it, since every time he was stepping the acceleration more than usual a slight smile was appearing on her lips. She looked as if the speed was brining her back beautiful memories. Now he finally understood why… Haruka Tenoh, the prodigy woman racer. It was so obvious! How could have he been so stupid?
Michiru let out a slight sight that, on the silence of the car, it sounded amplified. The turned to her for a second, he looked at the ripped dress, but again no word came out.
Now he had the impression that he didn't know the woman he was about to marry. Michiru, in love with a woman! Michiru sharing with a woman something that he will never reach or understand! Was she still in love with her? He had seen the way she danced with her and he barely recognized her: Passionate, wild, mad with desire. Where was the elegant lady with the coldness and distance of an aristocrat? He could have stopped that dance. He only needed to stop playing the violin, but he didn't. He wanted to know how far things could have gone between those two. He wanted to see if Michiru would give in to what she once loved or if she had truly moved on, her heart laying by his side. Michiru had slapped her in the end. She had rejected her, indeed, but the moment he found her on the terrace she was crying like teenager who just got dumped by her first love.
So who was the one Michiru truly loved?
He stopped the car in front of the building they were living. They got off silently, and took the elevator to their expensive and luxurious penthouse. He let her take off her jewelries and to undo her hair, but then he came to the bathroom and he stopped on the threshold with a categorical and grave expression:
"You will tell me everything."
She turned to him slightly surprised.
"NOW!" he added coldly.
Her eyes widened for a moment, but then she turned to the mirror continuing on taking off her makeup.
"Michiru, I know you very well and ignoring me won't work this time. You will tell me everything tonight!"
She slammed the cleaning lotion on the sink and turned to him annoyed.
"She is the so called boyfriend you have lived for two years?" he asked coldly ignoring her reaction.
"I never said there was a boyfriend!" she snapped back.
"So it is her, indeed!" he pointed annoyed.
"And what if she is, what difference does it make? It all ended six years ago!"
He cocked his eyebrows.
"Has is ended for real?"
Her eyes widened, but she didn't' say anything.
"You mentioned before that this great first love you dumped you but you never said why and moreover you never said that you got over it!" he insisted.
She lowered her gaze taking a deep breath in order to calm herself.
"Why did she dump you?" he asked.
"I don't want to talk about this…" she said with a low voice.
"But you will!" he insisted.
"NO!" she snapped. "It's part of my past so it doesn't matter anymore!"
"That's what you think, Michiru! But as long as you came home with your dress ripped and with your eyes red from crying because of her I believe it matters!"
"But it doesn't…" she said almost crying. "In a couple of days she will go back to America and I won't see her again. Moreover I will be married to you and…"
He frowned.
"You're unbelievable!" he hissed with an angry and hurt voice. "You're crying because she's leaving!"
She didn't answer.
"And you're marrying me because I'm your plan B. It didn't work with her so you're staying with me! You're not marrying me because you truly love me! You're marrying me because you couldn't marry that… that Haruka Tenoh!" he continued, pointing with disgust the blonde's name at the end.
She turned her face trying to avoid his eyes.
"Do you even like men?" he asked intrigued.
"Damien! You're crossing the line!" she warned.
"Do you still love her?" he insisted.
"I love you!" she replied exasperated.
"I didn't ask you if you love me, I asked you if you're still in love with that woman!" he yelled.
"Why are you putting me the same questions she did?" she yelled back.
On these last words his eyes widened and she started to cry.
"She kept pushing to admit my feelings and I kept telling her that I love you… that she should stop all this. She said that she won't let marry you unless she's sure that I totally forgot her… and I kept telling her that that I love you…" Michiru added trough her tears and those words instantly melt Damien's heart. He suddenly felt sorry for yelling at her and for making her cry. She loved him and he was jealous over an overprotective ex-girlfriend who couldn't understand that she had moved on. He approached her and took her in his arms.
"Hush… Hush…" he whispered softly. "I'm sorry, please don't cry anymore"
But Michiru couldn't stop crying and she couldn't stop repeating the same words: "I told her that I loved you…". He didn't know though, that she kept saying those words in order to convince herself of her feelings, of her own choices. He didn't know that she was crying because she had missed like crazy her tall and arrogant blonde and now the blonde will leave knowing that she will marry someone else. It killed her to know that she had her so close and yet she slept through her fingers.
It killed her…
"Haruka will leave in a couple of days and I will never see her again…"
"Haruka will leave in a couple of days and I will never see her again…"
"Haruka will leave in a couple of days and I will never see her again…"
That was all she could think of…
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