DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sailor Moon. Thank you to Takeuchi-sama for giving us such awesome characters to play with. MediaWorks owns Okuwaka Tsubomi from Strawberry Panic!

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Alright, I did my best to develop Haruka's POV. I hope you like the end result.


The Concert

Haruka Tenoh

As Michiru and I walked into the hospital, I was stopped by one of the nurses.

"Tenoh-san?"

"Hai."

"I'm nurse Kimura. I saw you here last night and was wondering if I could ask a favor?"

I glanced down at Michiru, who had one eyebrow arched and stared curiously at the slender brunette nurse.

"What can I do for you nurse Kimura? An autograph?"

"No, something a bit more personal…and please call me Yumiko," the cute nurse blushed.

"Na…ni?" I stammered.

"Oh!" Yumiko blushed and added quickly, "I'm a pediatric nurse and was wondering if you would visit with the children. They would go crazy to meet Japan's number one racer."

I looked at Michiru, who was giggling rather vigorously behind her hand.

"Michiru…," I grumbled softly.

"Haruka, go see the children. Come to Nanto-san's room afterwards."

I smiled and nodded at Michiru.

"Right this way," Yumiko said and took my arm.

"Chotto matte kudasai," I stopped and said to Yumiko.

I faced Michiru and looked in her beautiful deep blue eyes.

"Haruka?" Michiru asked shyly.

I cupped Michiru's cheek in one hand and gave her a deep closed-mouth kiss. After I broke the kiss, Michiru braced herself against me.

"Ha…ruka?" Michiru asked breathlessly.

"Until I return," I smiled playfully and left with nurse Kimura.


Yumiko and I chatted on the way to Pediatrics. She told me how visits from celebrities always brightened the spirits of the children. As soon as we entered the ward, I felt as if we entered the Morgue by mistake, because it was absolutely quiet.

"Yumiko? Shouldn't there be more noise?"

"Yes, but lately the children have been despondent over losing one of the long-term patients. She was only eight years old."

As we rounded a corner, a child's voice rang out.

"TENOH-SAN! TENOH-SAN! EVERYONE, TENOH HARUKA IS HERE!"

Suddenly, I found myself surrounded by children.

"Hello everyone," I smiled at the sea of children.

All the children began asking questions at the same time. I chuckled and waited for them to settle down.

"Children? Children? One at a time…one at a time," Yumiko yelled over the noise.

Once the children finally settled down, I knelt down and began answering questions.

"What's it like in the car?" a sickly dark-haired boy asked.

"It's very hot and noisy."

"What's your favorite food?" a thin redhead asked.

"Salad."

A collective "Gross" came from the sea of children.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" a shy sandy-haired girl asked.

I looked at the shy sandy-haired little girl and smiled, trying to buy myself some time, because I really don't like talking about my personal life, especially my love life. As she looked at me with those pleading innocent eyes, I gave in and answered her question.

"Hai."

Several deep sighs came from the nurses' station. I glanced over at it and smirked.

"Who? Who?" all the children asked in unison.

Once again, I felt trapped and forced to reveal more of my personal life than I liked. All those pleading innocent eyes fixed on me did me in and I shrugged my shoulders in defeat.

"Kaioh Michiru, the…"

"THE CLASSICAL VIOLINIST?" exclaimed a slender young girl with long dark hair.

"Hai."

"Lucky," the same young girl muttered.

I answered what felt like an endless stream of questions, before Yumiko rescued me.

"Tenoh-san needs to go now, so did anyone want an autograph?"

Pieces of paper, pillow cases, teddy bears, and whatever the children could grab were shoved at me for my signature. I signed everything placed in front of me. As I was leaving, the nurses asked if I would sign autographs for them. After signing a nurse's breast, I exited quickly.


As I approached Shizuka's room, I heard an argument coming through the closed door.

"I KNOW!" Eri yelled.

"IF YOU KNOW SO MUCH, WHY ARE YOU BEING SO STUPID?" Tsubomi yelled sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes, shook my head, took a deep breath, and entered the war zone.