First of all, I'd like to address the plot issue for the last time. After I posted my author's note, no matter how many people doubt me on it, I actually was going to take this story down because of the guilt I felt after realizing my mistake. But, after taking the note down, I received reviews of people asking me to keep the story up here for all different reasons. I received support for my story and maybe not entire forgiveness, but enough kindness. Anyways, I'd actually just like to thank everyone out there who continues to support this story and my writing in general. Since this is a democracy (right?) majority ruled. It was something like 17-3 that wanted me to keep the story up. I thank those 17 and anyone who supports this story, and my writing. I 'm sorry for those I've upset, and I hope you read my future more original stories anyways lol. Bah, I'm rambling. I just want all of you guys, if I named you all it would take up like half of the chapter, xD, to know how much I appreciate your support, in truth, I was almost in tears reading your reviews, NO I WAS NOT PMSING…LOL xD so ya, here's the chapter, it's like an early Christmas/Hanukkah/ Kwanza/other holidays present. Thanks. :)
The death of an ally
Haruka barely had time to react as Hal launched his entire form at her, making her retreat to the living room in a frenzied fumble. She felt crushed under his weight and struggled for breath. He wound his heated hands around her neck and he squeezed. Haruka instantly reacted by wrapping her own hands around his, trying to pry his hands off as she was in desperate need of air.
Michiru ran to their sides and kneeled by Haruka. She too tried to pry off Hal's hands, but in her fear, she became weak and helpless as she screamed for him to stop, "Hal! Hal! Stop! You're hurting her!" In blind rage, he turned to her, and back handed her across the face with one hand, as the other continued to choke the now almost blue blonde. Michiru fell back harshly with a thud, the sound resonating through the room.
Haruka, through one strangled eye, turned her head towards her lover and was barely able to whisper her name before Hal placed his other hand back by its other. He turned his attention to her and growled; his teeth clenched tightly together, "You think you can just do this to me? You think you can come here, say a few words, and steal my woman?!" His grip tightened. Haruka could barely keep a few millimeters between her neck and his hands. She rasped for breath and could feel her strength diminishing with her life.
Haruka searched all around the room for any sign of any help. She saw the bottoms of chairs, tables, sofas, and carpet. She saw the scattered books on the table, and sadly, her fallen Michiru. She grunted past the image and found nothing that could help her. She was dying. That was it. Suddenly, she heard the voice of an angel, the woman who had recently been attacked struggled to find her voice, shock and betrayal slurring in her voice, and spoke, "Haruka…get up…please…" she struggled to stand, the blow and shock of it still running freshly through her system, before she passed out on the floor.
The blonde watched her carefully and winced. Again, the flashback of her father's words reached her. She somehow managed to say, even if it was a whisper, "Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength; loving someone deeply gives you courage…" Hal merely ignored her and squeezed harder, his hands red from the raw pressure he added onto them.
Haruka flinched, but her resolution was strong. She gripped his hands stronger, the strength flowing back into her. Slowly, she began to relieve some of the pressure he had applied to her neck. She was surprised she had survived this long. She glanced at the dazed Michiru via her peripheral vision, "Michiru…" she mumbled, before clenching her teeth together and pushing with more force. Slowly she relieved almost all the pressure off of her neck, while Hal continually tried to crush her with more power. She kept pushing, and pushing, and pushing, until finally there was enough room to breathe, and the two were holding each other's hands, fighting for dominance.
Hal growled at her, fire in his eyes, "I'll kill you…I'll kill you…I'll kill you, Tenoh!"
Haruka caught her breath, but struggled under the pressure of Hal's weight and strength. She turned to Michiru and saw the woman lying there, lifeless and still. Anger raged through Haruka's veins as she thought about the man who did that to her, the man who was right in front of her, and the man who was trying to kill her. As her rage took over, overwhelming strength came to her. She battled with him until they both stood; their arms to the side, linked, and full of pressure.
They faced each other seemingly fearlessly, and the two pushed against each other like there was no other option. Finally, tired of playing the obviously endless game of push or pull, Haruka swiped Hal's legs from under him and brought him down. She quickly took the time to straddle him, and as he shook his head from the impact of the fall, she quickly raised her fists. Swiftly, her hands rained down on the dazed Hal, and in fury, she repeatedly punched him in the face. She now knew how she was still alive and fighting, it was adrenaline.
His head still spinning from impact, Hal could do nothing more than lay there and take it. He waited it out, even though the pain was excruciatingly ridiculous. When he felt that her punches were waning, he took the chance and landed his own blow to her side, knocking her off of his torso. The two took a few seconds to catch their breaths before standing and taking a fighting position. Hal's face was adorned with fresh blood, which he wiped off carelessly with the sleeve of his shirt. Haruka's neck still stung from the bruise the man's hands left, and her eye twitched slightly.
Taking a few more seconds, Haruka cracked her neck and let herself fall into her battle stance. Hal again wiped the trickling blood off of his cheek and steadied himself into a kick-boxing position. The two did nothing. They watched each other carefully, examining the stances, remembering and calculating the moves of the well known fighting styles. The air was thick with silence, lest one included the heavy breathing of the two competitors.
It seemed like days when one finally made the first move. Hal again rushed Haruka, his leg already in the middle of a spinning back kick. Haruka ducked as if she had seen it coming, and stretched her open palmed hand out to his gut. Hal immediately stepped back, but still felt the slight impact of a force on his diaphragm. Quickly recovering, he sprung back at her and this time; went for the side kick. Haruka moved to the opposite side, but was still hit. She ignored the pain, spun, and let her elbow bash into her enemy's ribcage. Hal coughed out some spit, and caught his breath, but he grunted through the pain and punched Haruka upon her left cheek. She grunted, and blood began trickling down her mouth.
Hal chuckled as Haruka faltered backwards while wiping her mouth free of the stream of blood. Haruka wiped her mouth and ignored his cocky laugh. Instead, she stayed low to the ground, and launched herself upwards; her fist meeting with the chin of the arrogant fighter. Hal shook his head clear and realized that again he was bleeding. He growled and again blindly rushed to deliver a blow to the gut. Being calmer than her opponent, Haruka sidestepped and her elbow met with Hal's spine, bringing him down.
Again, she straddled him, and again he bled over the course of the flurry of punches Haruka delivered him. This time, he had not the strength to punch back, nor push her off. Instead, he reached around until he found the small coffee table, and upon it, a mug. He took the mug and brought it down upon her head. Haruka immediately fell off of him and was rubbing her head like crazy as the pain escalated by each second, "I hope you regret what you did now." Were the words that Hal said as he ran to her and attempted to crush her with his elbow.
Luckily, Haruka had enough of her state of mind to roll away from the incoming hurdle, even though her head felt like exploding from doing so. Hal picked up a random decoration of some type of planet, a ceramic, and approached Haruka with it. He swung it at her harshly, and all Haruka could do was keep rolling. She got on her knees, and when the next swing came, she grabbed the head sized ceramic planet and held it back as Hal tried to pressure it into her. She again saw Michiru out of the corner of her eyes, and again strength coursed through her veins. Strength out of anger, and love. Haruka looked at him dead in the eye and slanted them, "No…I regret nothing that I've done…including this…"
With all that she could spare, Haruka pushed the man backwards. Hal took the small planet with him. As he collapsed backwards, the ceramic planet broke, and hazy blue eyes began to open. Focusing on the battle raging between herself and this savage man before her, Haruka completely erased everything from her vision except for him. He stood up shakily and slumped. He could no longer stand tall, and nor could she. Haruka was breathing heavily, her body was covered in bruises, and her face was smothered in both of their blood.
Hal again raised his fighting stance, and reluctantly, Haruka did the same. Haruka faced him bravely. Hal charged at her again and his fists were clenched at his sides. Haruka felt little to no strength left in her, and all she could do was block. She held her arms up in an X position, and she made sure her grip on the floor would hold. A few seconds later, the impact came, and it literally left her breathless. He had punched her so fiercely, that she still could strongly feel it in her gut. Her defense lowered as she hugged her stomach in pain. Hal saw this and again he charged at her, fists in place. Haruka looked up. Again with that slow motion.
He ran towards her and each movement took hours to her. She knew that it would be the end after this hit, and that Hal would take Michiru in his arms and sweep her away; unwillingly of course. Haruka closed her eyes momentarily. She whispered softly, "I'm sorry…Michi…" before she clenched her teeth, bracing for impact. CRASH! Her eyes shot open. Before her, the man was no longer approaching her, but instead on the floor with blood slowly starting to stain the carpet. Next to him, a broken vase, which used to be beautifully painted, was shattered. In front of her was the one woman she thought she had failed, Michiru.
Haruka smiled as Michiru looked at her. Tears were welling up in the other girl's eyes, and she shook. Haruka felt her heart tear in two at the sight. It was quiet for a while until Michiru's tears started streaming down freely. Haruka felt like rushing over to the smaller woman and whispering words of comfort and apology, but she couldn't move. The sniffles and sobs of the smaller woman were the only things heard in the room, until Haruka opened her arms painfully and slowly. Michiru only cried more, but nevertheless, she rushed into the open arms of her one and only. She cried into the blonde's chest as she was held and whispered softly, "Idiot…"
Haruka smiled and held her close. Unfortunately, it was at this time that her adrenaline rush had disappeared, and reality replaced it instead. Slowly, she felt pain in every single part of her body. Her arms were sore and tired, her legs were shaky, and most importantly, her head felt like it was going to melt into a puddle at any moment. Then, as if nothing could be worse, her injured arm reminded her that she had just used it in intense battle by sending deep waves of shock through her body. Haruka's whole body flinched. Michiru pulled away and looked at her.
"Haruka?"
The blonde merely smiled, "I'm sorry." With that, Haruka slumped in Michiru's embrace, the weariness of the fight finally catching up to her. Michiru dropped to the ground under the blonde's height and weight. She watched her lover at first, afraid that something terrible had happened, but then she felt the other's chest move in a steady rhythm.
Smiling as she cried, Michiru held Haruka tightly, the blonde's state of mess not bothering her at all. Suddenly, her front door burst open, and in came men from Haruka's team, not including the captain. Whitaker was at the front, and they all murmured in astonishment as they saw the scene before them. The house was a mess, and there was a body on the floor, with blood. Whitaker quickly rushed to where Michiru held Haruka and placed a worried hand on her shoulder, "Miss Michiru! What happened here? Are you all right? We heard crashes from outside."
Michiru calmly turned to face him and said softly, "Don't worry. Everything's fine now." She averted her gaze to Hal, who still lay unconscious on her floor, "I…I don't think I can treat him…" She made eye contact with Pete, and he jumped in his spot.
As if already knowing what she was going to ask, Pete nodded and said, "Of course. I'll take him to the camp and we'll fix him right up." She smiled sadly at him.
"Thank you."
Riley spoke next, "What about you? Do you need any help around here? I mean…it's quite a mess."
Michiru looked around and only shook her head, her ladylike smile still in place, "No it's all right. I can handle all of this on my own. Actually…I'd prefer to treat the lieutenant alone, if it's all right with you."
Riley watched his Lieutenant for a few seconds and then nodded, "All right."
"Thank you."
With no other words spoken, the men picked up Hal's body and walked out the door, Whitaker staying a few seconds longer to watch as Michiru stroked Haruka's hair affectionately. He shook his head and smiled sadly as he walked out the door.
Michiru smiled at her beloved and again came the tears. They came slowly, but surely, and she found herself smiling while crying. Haruka had the most peaceful look on her face, almost as if she were dreaming a good dream. She brought her lips down to meet with the almost lifeless ones of her lover, and she gently whispered, "You really scared me, Haruka." No answer, "I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you when you needed me." Silence, "I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you as you fought." Still, the blonde gave no response, "You're selfish. Look at you, going off in your own world…Tell me, am I in it? If so, what am I like?" Haruka's smile widened just a tiny bit more. As if it was an infection, Michiru's smile also widened a little, "I'm so glad…" with those last words, Michiru broke down and sobbed once more as she held the fallen blonde in her arms.
After she had cried all her tears, Michiru said no more for the rest of the day. Instead, she took the responsibility of carrying Haruka by wrapping a long arm around her neck and dragging the blonde carefully where she needed to go. First was the medical room, where Michiru cleaned all of Haruka's open wounds, re-bandaged her arm, fed her the painkillers that she had bought earlier, and treated the bruises with the care and wisdom of a well trained doctor. Next, she dragged the blonde into the bathroom, where she gave her a bath, not even once blushing at the fact that it was the first time she had seen her lover in all her natural glory. The next and last stop was the bedroom. The small woman had a hard time carrying the much larger blonde up the stairs, but nonetheless, she managed.
Slowly, she let the blonde fall into a natural position on the bed. She walked away and returned with a heavy quilt. She draped it over the blonde's sleeping form. Sighing with all her tasks done, Michiru pulled up a chair and watched. As she watched, her mind wandered off to thoughts that she had never even once thought about. She's leaving…Suddenly, as if she had just seen the world for the first time, Michiru's heart beat with anxiousness, and she herself almost froze completely.
While she had spent time with the blonde, she had forgotten who Haruka was. She was a soldier, a lieutenant. She had her duties, and her responsibilities. She had a job, and in order to do that job, she had to leave. Haruka had to leave her to go out in the middle of a war zone and as chance may have it, get herself killed. This realization just barely dawning on her, Michiru nearly broke down in tears once more.
Instead, she pulled herself together. One of us needs to be strong right now. She wiped the tears that were at the edge of her eyes and instead shifted her gaze from the blonde to the window. It was still dark. It was amazing how time flew when you were having 'fun'. Michiru sighed and walked towards the window. Slowly, she pulled the curtains closed. But, before pulling them fully closed, she noticed a star. It burned brighter than others, and seemed like it was calling to her. The glow brought a smile to her face, and softly, Michiru whispered to no one in particular, "Oh star…protect my Haruka…let her come back to me." Again, the tears threatened to come, but as they were about to fall, a familiar deep voice called out to her hoarsely.
"Don't cry, Michiru."
Michiru quickly whipped around, surprised to find the eyes of the blonde in a half lidded position, "Haruka!" She quickly rushed to the tomboy and mauled her with a fierce hug of desperation.
Haruka flinched at the weight, but held the other woman closely, glad that they were still together. She gladly took in the other woman's scent. The smell of her was so intoxicating, Haruka found herself getting lost over it. It was when Michiru began to pull away did Haruka register back into reality. They looked at each other for a while, before Michiru noticed the bruises on Haruka's neck for the second time. She gently reached out and touched them. Haruka flinched a bit, but for the most part, she was calm, "Does it hurt?" she whispered the words slowly, before reaching over, and caressing them softly with her lips.
Haruka flinched again, but this time, pain was not the cause, "Not anymore." Was the answer she gave as she let Michiru 'treat' her bruises. Michiru worked her way up her lover's neck, up her jaw, cheek, and finally, to her lips. The two shared a kiss that was filled with so much desperation and love that it was hard to even think of pulling away. Before the kiss could heat up anymore, Michiru pulled away, and let herself fall gently on Haruka's body. Welcoming the much needed warmth, Haruka held the woman closer than ever, and Michiru buried her face in the crook of the soldier's neck.
Unable to hold it back any longer, Michiru again cried. Haruka could feel the warm wetness pooling around her chest, and she looked down at the woman laying on her, "Michiru…"
"I was so scared...I was afraid for you when you fought him. I knew that you couldn't possibly die from such a brawl, being as stubborn as you are, but still, I feared for you, and I feared the fact that I would be left alone." The sniffs in her voice were clear and it cracked more and more with each word she spoke.
"I'm fine. See?"
"But I'm still afraid Haruka. I'm still afraid of being alone."
Haruka could give no response to this, knowing full well what the other woman was talking about.
"I don't want to be alone anymore Haruka. I can't."
"Michiru…you won't be alone. What about Hana and Hiro?"
"It's not the same…I can't be apart from you. I can't let you go, even if it is only for a while. Haruka, you can't go!" she began beating on the blonde's chest weakly, but desperately.
Haruka could do nothing but let the woman hit her half-heartedly. There was nothing she could say that would ultimately comfort her, and there was nothing she could do that would ease her mind. Haruka clenched her fists together. She felt so helpless. Only a few hours ago had she been talking to Hal about leaving, and having no doubts, but now, she felt like rooting herself in her spot, unable to bring herself to abandon the angel crying for her sake.
Gently, she took Michiru's shoulders and pushed her back, so that they were face to face in a sitting position. Michiru's tears were still fresh on her face, though the younger woman did all she could to hold them back, "Haruka…"
Haruka cupped her left cheek gently and smiled slowly, "Michiru, I love you. You have to be strong. I promise you that I'll come back to you, and we'll live our rest of our lives together. I promise." Michiru again buried her face in Haruka's chest, and within seconds of listening to the blonde's heart beat, calmed down.
After laying in the silence like that, Michiru finally spoke, her words mumbled by the fact that she was talking into Haruka's shirt, "Haruka…"
"Hm?" Haruka kissed the top of her head gently.
"Tell me…what our life will be like when you come back…"
Haruka smiled at Michiru's sudden optimistic, yet somber attitude, "Hmm…" with that, she began picking things off of the top of her head, which came out as, "First of all, we're going back to Japan…and you're going to meet my parents. Hell, we'll take Hana and Hiro with us." She began softly. Michiru laughed a little, "We'll all settle in a nice cozy little home with a beautiful garden out front, a nice little patio, nook, and whatever else our hearts desire, that I'll buy after I get a contract with one of the racing circuits back home. I never told you this, but before I left, even when I was that young, I was offered tons of jobs as a racer." Michiru sighed happily and nodded for her to continue, "After that, I'm going to help you become a world renowned violinist." Michiru had to laugh at the thought and snuggled into the blonde closer. Haruka leaned down and took in the other woman's scent, "and when we're all settled in…I'm going to call up an old friend of mine from the local shrine, forget the law, and we'll have a wedding that even the gods of the planets would be jealous of." Haruka whispered the last part to her lover.
Michiru instantly popped her head up to meet Haruka's gaze. Her eyes were wide with surprise, and her mouth was uncharacteristically left open, but no words came out.
Haruka rubbed the back of her head, "Th-that is…if you'd like." She smiled sheepishly.
Michiru had no words still, until Haruka finally decided to close her mouth with her own. The two shared a kiss so faithful and soft that Michiru nearly passed out in bliss. Her eyes became glazed over as Haruka traveled down her throat, the blonde's lips never leaving her skin as she continued talking, but now, her voice was even huskier, thickened by the air of sudden lust that had overtaken her, "After the wedding…" her hand traveled up Michiru's sides, "we'll go to Kyoto, and have our honeymoon under the summer sun, together…" The blonde smirked as Michiru groaned softly at her ministrations.
The smaller woman grew goose bumps all over her skin, and something told her that it wasn't because of the 'chilly night air'. Haruka's hands began to fumble with the buttons of the smaller woman's shirt. Michiru again groaned slightly and positioned herself more comfortably upon the blonde's lap. As the middle button was being undone with her right hand, Haruka's left slipped in and caressed the soft mound under the thin sheet of clothing. Michiru had a great intake of breath before releasing out the blonde's name in merely a whimper.
Michiru pulled away from the blonde and brought her lips down to meet the ones of her lover. They kissed hungrily, like a couple that had been separated for years on end, until they had found each other in the life they had never expected to live. Saliva unceremoniously dripped down Michiru's chin as she pulled away from the kiss, while Haruka trailed down once more to the collar bone and bit at the sensitive spot she had found. Michiru yelped a little, but kept her composure.
Haruka's right hand finally unbuttoned Michiru's blouse, and quickly, she threw it aside. Haruka's lips continued to attack Michiru's neck, leaving marks of her love in a variety of places. With her left, she unclasped Michiru's bra with experienced fingers and removed the woman's arms from her neck to pull it away. With that article off, Haruka pulled away and stared at the beauty in front of her. Michiru suddenly became timid and tried to hide her bosom with her arms as she turned her slightly pink face to the left, avoiding the blonde's amazed gaze, "D-don't look at them…"
Haruka asked softly, "Why?"
Michiru watched her lover from her peripheral vision and said shyly, "they're…embarrassing…"
Haruka smiled at her partner and turned her face gently towards her own. Haruka plastered their foreheads together softly and said gently, "I think their gorgeous…just like every single aspect of you, inside and out." She kissed the other woman lovingly.
Michiru smiled a bit, but her arms continued to block the view to her 'embarrassing' part of her anatomy. Sighing in defeat, Haruka merely took her into her arms once more and kissed her again. Going past the issue of embarrassing breasts, Haruka trailed her hands even further down until she reached Michiru's skirt. She unclasped the small hook holding the skirt together, making Michiru almost jump in surprise.
The blonde pulled away and looked at the other woman worriedly, "Are you all right?" Michiru just nodded absently, her mind not really registering what Haruka's question really meant. Hesitantly, Haruka's hand continued what they were doing as her lips continued to kiss those of the one she loved. Slowly, she began to push the skirt down, and, with Michiru's help, off of the woman's person. Left in only her undergarment, Michiru finally registered her state of dress, or rather lack of.
Noticing the smirk on her lover's face, Michiru pouted slightly and looked at the clothes adorning the other, "That's not fair…"
Haruka lifted an eyebrow and looked down. She chuckled slightly and sighed. She let go of Michiru entirely as the other woman crossed her arms with a cute little pout, forgetting all about her 'embarrassing' body part. Haruka again laughed as she began to pull off her shirt. Michiru's pout turned into a look of anxiousness as she eyed the gauze that she had just replaced. She had just seen Haruka's nude body, but in this situation, it looked as different as faces in a class picture. Haruka continued to leave her eyebrows in a raised manner as she unwound her gauze with practiced hands. She threw the gauze on the floor, where it joined her shirt.
She pulled Michiru towards her once more and nearly let out a low growl as Michiru's erect skin made contact with her own. Michiru did nothing to suppress the low moan that escaped her throat as she was drawn to the woman of her love and affection. The blonde kissed Michiru with a newly awakened fire, and the two held each other closely, if not desperately. Haruka pulled away, but was still in close proximity of her lover, "Better?" was what she whispered.
Michiru only shook her head as her fingers made their way to Haruka's buckle. They quickly undid the hooked piece of metal and swiftly undid the button and zipper in one fluid motion. With Michiru's' help, Haruka was able to slip out of her pants as Michiru tossed them with the rest of her clothes. Haruka chuckled. Michiru pulled away and stared at her nearly bare lover. Haruka's gaze wandered all over the curves of the other woman, her hips, breasts, abdomen, lips, and every other little detail that her greedy eyes could get a hold of were forever burned into her memory. As she wandered downwards, she thought to herself, one place left. With that she sat up straighter, causing Michiru to shift her position on her lap.
Haruka placed her hands on the woman's hips as soft arms made their way loosely around her neck. Whispering soft words of affection, Haruka hooked her fingers in her lover's last piece of clothing. Michiru's body tensed at the touch and Haruka whispered to her, "Are you sure this is what you want?" Haruka's voice was deep and lost in lust as she spoke. The warm air from her breath left Michiru shaking. Without a doubt in mind, Michiru nodded, and the last piece was slipped off of her, revealing something that made the lump in Haruka's throat trail slowly down her throat.
She smiled and trailed her hand downwards. Right before reaching her goal, Haruka whispered slowly, as a joke, "And then there were three…"
o.o
"Yo Pete!"
Pete turned from where he was washing his hands and found Riley and Harbory's silhouette in the darkness waving enthusiastically at him. The medic couldn't help but shake his head and smile at them, "Hey guys. What brings you here?"
Harbory yawned as he talked, "The captain just spoke to Whitaker. He said that our team doesn't have to attend the meeting at 0700 this morning." Pete sighed in relief, "Also, he said that we need to get our rest. He received word from the guys back home, and they said that the transport should arrive tonight at approximately 2200 hours."
Pete wiped his hands with a towel. He flapped the tent open and stepped outside as he reached around the side for his pack. He stepped back inside, plopped down, and said, "All right, any briefing on the mission yet?"
"Nope, he said that he'd brief us on the choppers."
"Hm."
"Yeah?"
Langley rubbed the back of his head, "The captain also wants to know how that Hal guy's doing."
Pete stopped rummaging through his pack and raised an eyebrow at him. He sighed, "I finished treating him an hour ago. That bastard's lucky he didn't get a concussion after the blow he got. He's sleeping in the medic tent."
"Harbory smiled and said, "Well let's go then!"
Pete sighed yet again, stood up, and followed his two friends out of the tent. They soon arrived at a large tent with the familiar red cross stationed on the top and entered. The place smelled of antibiotics, blood, gun powder, and grime all at the same time. They had grown accustomed to it, having being in the same place at least once or twice. After passing patient after patient, and medical bed after medical bed, they reached the last row where a curtain covered the bed where Harrison Wheeler supposedly slept, "There ya go." Was all Pete said before beginning to walk away.
Before he got very far though, Langley poked his head out and called out to him, "Hey, you sure this is the right bed?"
He sighed, "Yes, why?"
Harbory had a pale look on his face, "Because there's no one here."
Pete quickly stared at him and ran into the curtained section of the room. In front of him were some ruffled bed sheets, a half drunken cup of water, loosened medical tables, but no Harrison. He was gone.
Okay homies, so that was chapter umm…11? Ya…11, xD I don't know what possessed me to write that (lime?) and then what else possessed me to stop it from becoming a full fledged lemon. Lol. SORRY I can't bring myself to do it right now. I'm working towards it, but I have a feeling that if I do write it it'll come out bad ya know? xD Anyways, ya, I'ma shut up now. As for my A/N:
Yea well, if I named all of you guys that I wanted to thank, then there just would be no point ya know? You all know who you are, and I do too. I read all of your reviews, and as I said before, I was nearly in tears! (NOT PMSING)
So thanks to EVERYONE, hate it or love it, lol, and I wish all of you happy holidays. It's too JOLLY a season for all this pointless drama xD Ah, to be young…LOL I don't know where that came from, BUT, I do know that if you guys are nice to me (or not xD) I'll post another chapter up for you by Christmas…actually, this chapter was supposed to be out then, but then I read all of your reviews and I guess this is a token of my appreciation, though it probably means nothing to you LOL I can only do so much.
Bah anyways. I'll see you guys next chapter, and remember to leave Santa-errr, me reviews. xD OH and THANK YOU for everyone that wishes me luck on my orange bowl trip. Next Saturday's the big day! I'm so excited…now I only have to get my mom to pack for me…
Oh and DISCLAIMER: I don't own Sailor Moon, Haruka, Michiru, the big plot thing(Fallen-Soldier GO READ MIA! Shame on you who haven't! SHAME!) annnnnndddddd…I don't own this computer actually…I own the keyboard…but that's it…lol
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