Author's note: So…It's an extremely short chapter. Shorter than the rest. I fell in love with this song by Hollywood Undead, and it fit Haruka so very well… Anyhow…I have internet at my apartment now! –a chorus of angels sing in the background- But…if you are an avid Haruka fan…check out the song, and see if you can get the connection too. Maybe I just over analyze things…? Well, enjoy this extremely short, not really anything but a heartbreaking chapter!

Disclaimer: Thanks to Hollywood Undead for lending me the lyrics to This Love, This Hate. (Go listen to it…doooo itttt)

She cringed as Michiru cried silently into her chest. Though, the tears were from a mixture of joy and desperation. They had made it back to the room they called home, and had sat on Michiru's bed before she allowed her tears to fall. Haruka kissed the top of the violinists head, smoothing her hair softly, trying her hardest to comfort her.

"No matter how I feel…you're inheritance is much more important, my love…" she muttered, Michiru crushing their bodies closer together. After an hour of holding her, the blonde could hear the girls soft breathing, signaling her retreat into the world of dreams. Haruka carefully laid the girl in her bed, pulling the aquamarine comforter around her shoulders. As she went to turn away, a small hand wrapped around her wrist.

"'Ruka…lay with me, please? Don't leave me alone…" Michiru whispered, the sleep slurring her speech. Haruka smiled softly.

"You should know by now that I sleep in my underwear…" her smile was replaced by her trademark smirk. Michiru smiled in her sleep.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get stripping," she murmured before falling back into her slumber. Haruka smiled again, laying a light kiss against the girls temple, before stripping out of her pants and socks quickly, crawling into the tiny bed, and wrapping her arms around the aqua-haired violinist. Listening to the steady breathing of Michiru, Haruka found herself falling into the deepest sleep she had had in years.

A few weeks passed, and the end of the semester was fast approaching. Michiru and her were known around campus officially. As it were, it would be the talk of the town if the schools rising track star was officially dating the country's finest violinist. They were inseparable, except when they had practice. Haruka had collapsed the beds, sleeping with Michiru nightly, cuddling so close that a single ray of light couldn't get through. Neither of them spoke of the artist's mother, or her threat. Though, the threat still was always on Haruka's mind. The blonde had to do something, as much as it would kill her, she knew that whatever Michiru's father had left her, would be worth more to the girl than herself.

In her desk laid a transfer paper to Hiroshima Tech, only her signature required in order to leave Nippon and to go chasing after her dream. She had been thinking of going for a while, wanting to smell the asphalt of the track, the sound of the motors revving. She looked over, Michiru typing away on her desktop. How could she leave her now?

Michiru sighed, no word from her mother since the dreadful woman had seen her kissing Haruka. She glanced over her shoulder at the girl sitting at her desk, she smiled to herself, and turned back to her report. Just as she turned, Haruka smashed the paper in her fist, mumbling.

"Ruka?" the blonde's head shot up.

"Yes, Michiru?" she had risen from her chair, slamming her fist on the desk, slipping the paper back into the drawer.

"I was just wondering if you were okay…"

"Just, something on my mind," she walked over, kissing Michiru's hair. The violinist frowned, but leaned into the kiss anyhow, nodding. She stood up, wrapping her arms around Haruka's slim waist.

"I don't want to go to practice tonight…I want to stay here and…" she grinned, sneaking her hands under the blonde's white t-shirt, which earned her a shudder. She leaned up, dragging her lips across the racers collarbone, which she received a moan for. Softly, two muscular arms pushed her away.

"You have practice…I have practice…We can't…" she gave her lover a stern look, before melting in the girls eyes, once again succumbing to the girl's tempting flesh. After several minutes of passionate kissing, and heavy petting, they broke apart, heading to their perspective practices. Before she left, the blonde went to her desk, picking up the transfer sheet and signed her name. "This is for you, Michiru…I can't…I won't be the reason your family hates you," she whispered, tucking the paper into her bag and heading towards the registrars office.

The end of the semester came, classes ending and students moving home for the break. Haruka had left earlier in the week, her mother calling her for some emergency. Michiru still called her each night, talking to her until her eyes fell closed. The blonde had taken all of her things, even though they were allowed to leave most of their things there if they so chose. On the blonde's desk, however, laid a brown envelope, which she had instructed Michiru to not open until she was well on her way home.

Hiroshi pulled up in the limo, hopping out to open the door for his charge. She carefully seated herself in the backseat, holding the envelope in her lap. With shaky hands she opened the package, which was actually heavier than she previously expected. Inside, Michiru found the blonde's large, bulky MP3 player. The girl took the headphones, placing them in her ears. She turned it on, the background a picture of the two of them after Michiru's violin recital. She dug into the envelope again, pulling out a large note. The first sentence said "Play the playlist entitled "Michiru, and then finish reading the letter." She flipped to the playlists, and pressed the one labeled with her name. She smiled as Haruka's eccentric music came through the headphones. It was a mixture between rock and rap, in English none the less. Michiru understood the words, but it took her several listens to get the entire song. Though, one patch of lyrics stood out the most.

Our names will echo through the stars
Every starts got its ending
Even when we've learn to rise above it all

These lies are leading me astray
It's to much for me to stay
I don't wanna live this destiny
It goes on endlessly
I see you so please stay strong
I'll sing you one last song and then I'm gone
I don't wanna live this destiny
It goes on endlessly…

The words struck her odd, especially coming from Haruka. She read the letter a bit more.

Michiru-san,

I want you to turn on the MP3, go to the playlists, find the one with your name and play it. The first song is "This Love, This Hate" by an American band, Hollywood Undead. It is one of my favorite songs. Our names will echo through the stars, my love…but I…" There was four lines crossed out angrily. "I won't be coming back next semester. Like the song says…"I see you, so please be strong"… I am leaving you my Zune. So I'll be with you always. I…I won't be the reason your family hates you. I love you too much to do that. We are meant to be, and soon…You will find me once again. Never forget me…"

Love, eternally – Haruka

The rest of the letter were the lyrics in Japanese to the rest of the songs that were in the playlist developed especially for her. She felt the tears begin with the blondes farewell, and they didn't end until she ran to her bedroom at home, sobbing into a large teal body pillow.

I'll sing you one last song and then I'm gone…