HARUKA:A BORN RUNNER

When I started this story, it was meant to be a simple oneshot, with the thoughts of my favourite character, Haruka.

Things turned out differently.

This story was parallelized with my own experiences and life, it became a part of me. And this part of me, ladies and gentlemen, became a part of you as well.

It is a story of all of us.

I realized it by comment, made by an anonymus reviewer. I want to thank that person from the depth of my heart, as well as so many other people who were with me for a year that this story was existing and moving on.

Time has come to this story, to come to an end.

I feel sad it ends, but like some people say, an end is a new beginning. I hope this one will be the happiest for all of us.

As the final chapter of this story, I'd like to ask all the people who have read this story or had a glance at it, to tell me a general overview of this story.

A last one, for the memory of it…

And may the force be with us =)

Note 2: I wrote this prologue such a long time ago and I have no excuses for not finishing this story. It made me feel so bad. I feel that I have to do justice to it. Now. Here's a small ending for you readers…

Light-sama...

A small part that I thought I should add in order to explain how everything happened until the realization of their deceit. And the mystery of the present.

Haruka slapped her through her face.

Sometimes, when she really hated her, she thought one day she would do it. Just slap her through her face. And this day came.

Though, when she did think of that, it was because of this feeling of neglection and inferiority that that girl passed on to her. It's like that. Sometimes, we hate the a person as much as we have loved them, torn by the mask and all the pretence. If it's not pretence we hate the fact we never saw the flaws in that person, forgiving everything or just closing our eyes to them.

Or even worse we hate that we hate them.

No matter how disgraceful that slap was, even if she was the one giving it, she was hurt as much. She had never slapped anyone before. Truth however, is always much more painful.

'How could you?' the question floated in the silence of the room.

The other girl just looked down, however a crooked smile soon formed on her lips. That girl was sure to be crazy.

'You both fell for it…You fell for it. Can't you understand? It was meant to happen!'

'What are you talking about? You mean the horrible thing you both did was MEANT to happen???' Haruka yelled as her anger poured out without control.

'I wanted you all mine! Just and only mine!'

The blonde looked at her half in disbelief, half disgusted.

'Yours? You wanted me to be yours?' she grimaced 'After all you've done, after all your behaviour and lies and refusals, you wanted me to be yours?'

'How else could I make you utterly love me? You were so in love with this Michiru that you could barely look at anyone beside you! You never paid attention to me!'

'What!!?? Is this some kind of joke?'

'The only way to win for me was to destroy your relationship with her from the core and make you crawl to me…to have eyes for me and only me…to love me unconditionally and madly!'

'You don't want anyone to love you! What you want is people to worship you! How can you speak of love when you love none but yourself!'

Light started shaking lightly and then suddenly tried to make contact with the tall blonde. She moved her hand towards her to touch her face, but the tomboy pushed it away with force. The other girl curled her upper lip and smiled even more crookedly.

'It was a perfect plan you know…It took me some time to think of a perfect scene to make you broke apart…And it all came to life…I just had to find Christian again. It wasn't so hard' she smiled to herself approvingly 'He was sooo excited when I told him that some heart breaks were involved. Plus, he would get to hit two birds with one stone. Fun time.'

Haruka turned her face away and shut her eyes fiercely. It was too much for her to handle. It was all too evil to believe in anymore. How could things turn out that way?

'You can't imagine how I enjoyed the scene at the cafeteria' she continued 'taking your hand and calling you mine. Her face full of surprise and jealousy…She got to feel how I felt when she was all over you' her voice darkened.

The blonde cut her off suddenly 'No more'

'What?'

'I said. I have no more. No more of you. Enough'

Light's eyes widened.

'This couldn't be true…' she moved again, but Haruka was already unlocking the door and exiting her apartment. She tried to grab her hand, but the tomboy was just too fast for her to follow. In one last desperate call of her own strive she shouted:

'You can't go back to her! She'll never forgive you! You'll never be together again!'

Haruka entered the elevator.

'You know it's over!'

And as the elevator moved to the groundfloor one last painful memory of that girl that was shouting some moments ago filled in her empty and bitter mind 'Even at the very end, if she doesn't get what she wants, all she does is condemn and destroy. If you don't get the victim for yourself, there will be no victim at all'

'What have I caused to us, Michiru…'

(End of the added part)

Michiru found out what Haruka's plans were. The destruction was obvious. However, the big difference between her interpretation and her lover's was that she actually believed it was not theirs fault.

Whatever mistakes they did, whatever assumptions they fell into, all would be justified if they learned from them. Departure would be the acceptance of their defeat. That evil girl and the arrogant guy would win the bet and live on with their future. But not them. Being together for them is their whole destiny. Nothing was so irreversible as this.

And Michiru would make it irreversible.

Unbeatable. A love that can even beat death and all the perils in the world can not subside to the will and malice of some people. Despite the fragile nature of it, it is as strong and as beautiful as a red rose, whose petals blow in the wind and leave a pleasant scent.

She had dreamt of the end before. She had seen it. How it would be if that damned bus would leave.

The picture was nothing but soothing. The end would be agonizing.

And there it stood in front of her as she saw the bus meant to stride off to the far North starting the engine and moving. She followed it with her eyes and gulped.

There was the end. She pictured the dream again. The flowery meadow the same with the one they exchanged their kiss, the same where they came so close to each other. To the same serenity and sanctuary of their existence.

This time the meadow mourned. The flowers cried in the wind and the grass was moving fiercely. A single tree was standing in the middle of it and it had their names scratched on it with sharp letters.

Below it was sitting the grieving form of Michiru holding her beloved in her arms struggling to put life to the hardly moving body of Haruka. The latter was breathing with difficulty and had her eyes closed in pain as the last moments approached.

No words could satisfy their souls so they stayed in silence. Michiru tried hard to hold back a cataract of tears and Haruka couldn't bear to glance back at her nymph. What could satisfy their broken hearts? What words could feel the space and heal the wounds of what was bound to happen so soon? Could they be enough to make the marine haired girl to walk this world in peace for the rest of her life? Would they be even enough for the departing runner to leave fulfilled and complete?

Nay. This was all dust. Tears and pain and dust.

And here was Michiru, crying on above her. And here was Haruka, laying and whispering the last words of comfort that meant nothing.

'I'm sorry…'

But her words went lost and so did she. Lost with the petals of her life and love.

Some have it as a myth. The nymph couldn't bear the loss and turned cold to everything around her, disappeared they say, wandering through the endless meadow, looking for the soul of her beloved.

After more time than a myth, now a legend, she lost all hope. Magistrate of love, similar to stories where one lover got drown in sea and the other was meant to break and fall as well.

Could this end be satisfying?

Nay.

For this reason, Michiru's gaze fell on the spot where the bus station was. There sat a tall blonde person looking down, sitting on a wooden bench and holding a ticket.

Who could blame her for not leaving? She believed she had no home, a runner was meant to be a runner all her life and in everything. But this would lead to the departure from life itself wouldn't it?

One word can not describe a person. Either it is runner or artistic or arrogant or caring. We make the words not them us. Words are there to put labels on our actions, but life is not a literature book. It takes an author to set the whole destiny and a heart to lead the way.

Finally, she had found her home.

And it was her, the nymph that was standing in front of her gazing longingly in her eyes. Where else in the whole world could she be?

Where, but in not those arms that were pulling her close and then walking her slowly away from this place of departure.

The marine haired beauty put her hands in the blonde's hair and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. The other girl returned it with even more intensity and then held her tightly.

Her heart was given already. All the things could run wherever they wanted to run, but not her heart. And that's where it will stay.

They looked at each other in the eyes deeply and smiled. The road unrolled before them as they moved holding each other's hands. The eternal pair.

'I'm going home'

Or even better…

Run there with my love.