Once she was about two blocks away, a small park came into view. Her head was still spinning from the events this morning, encouraging her to take a break. She found a small white bench adjacent to the small garden. Perfect place to take a rest, just out of sight from the entrance and the scent of the flowers began to help her relax. She glanced at her phone to check the time, two hours before she would need to get ready to the gala. She had turned the ringer off shortly after leaving the restaurant by foot, the second call she got from her parents. Dachi likely called them not being sure if this was normal behavior for her. Combined with the incident this morning with her father, they would be certain she was coming down with a fever.

"Hey!" She turned towards the sound of a husky voice to see a familiar blonde jogging towards her. "I was so worried when you ran off, I took my break to come looks for you," the blonde smiled as she reached the smaller woman.

Michiru looked at her attire and noticed that she was still in the waiter uniform minus the apron and bow tie. "And then I got caught in this crazy bike race, I'm surprised I caught up to you," the blonde continued to mumble.

"Apparently the Tour de France is in town," Michru joked. "You were worried about me? But I'm just some crazy girl that you don't even know." A frown appeared, disappointed that she somehow dragged the blonde into her problems.

"Well, let's fix that," the blonde said as she extended her hand. "Haruka Tenoh."

"Michiru Kaioh." She offered as she took the blondes hand. Haurka's presence slightly calmed her as she looked into the concerned green eyes.

"Now there is no more unknowns between us, would you like to share any light on what is causing a mermaid such turmoil?" Michiru observed the care in the blondes face as she studied her form. Some form of an explanation would be necessary, she figured. Michiru began to chew on the inside of her cheek, torn over how to proceed. She had Haruka standing in front of her, seemingly ready to do what she asked.

"Your fiancé seems like a real jerk. He didn't hurt you, did he?" The concern even more evident on her defined features.

"No. Well, not like that," Michru let out a heavy sigh. "He's daft to anything that has to do with me. The only exception with how I make him look." Both woman glanced down at the tweed outfit that she still wore. A husky chuckle rumbled through the air as a soft hand took hers and pulled her to standing position.

"Well then, mermaid, it appears the first step would be to get you into something a little more you speed." Her worries melted from her body as Haruka pulled her out of the park. Watching the her glance around, and finally getting her bearings made their way down the block. They entered a storefront short moment later, the racks of clothing converging her almost instantly.

"This place had a little bit of everything," she proclaimed as eh started sorting through the racks. "A likely place to find what your heart really desires." Michiru joined in and started sifting through the racks, almost overwhelmed by the amount of choices. Never in her life has she had this many choices available. She felt a warm presence behind her and suddenly a pair of arms hovering over her head with a pile of garments falling into her lap. "Try these on first. It's a little bit of everything to start, and you can see what the mermaid fancies." Michiru took the suggested garments into the tiny dressing room. Certainly not like anything she experienced before, which gave her another reason to be happy. She happily tried on the articles that Haruka found and put on a mini fashion show exiting dramatically from the tiny curtained room. The first item that was selected for her was a polyester number with a floral print that screened the 60s to her. She stepped out from the curtain striking a mod squad pose. Her blonde counterpart started dancing the monkey around her (a/n the dance from the 60s when you swing your arms in front of you). She giggled as she retreated to the dressing, still watching Haruka dance around the floor, singing a tune for which the two of them could dance. Pulling the next garment over her head, she swayed out from behind the curtain.

"I like that one, you look like you stepped out of a romance novel," she declared not missing a step to the beat. She took Michiru's hands and began to dance with her around the room. She twirled her around a few times to allow the ruffles of the navy blue dress flare out. Both women continued in their fit of giggles as Michiru returned to the small room ready for the next outfit. She picked up a light blue sundress, just like the one she wore in her first dream. Running her hands to feel the comfort of the material, she knew this was the perfect outfit to replace the tweed monstrosity.

"Haruka, this one is perfect!" She exclaimed as she twirled out from behind the curtain. Haruka just caught her in her arms, the adornment on her face leading to Michiru's heart to pound her her chest.

"Perfect for a mermaid," Haruka murmured into her ear, Michiru only now realizing how close they were in their embrace. She felt like she could easily capture those soft looking lips. Before she could make a move at all, Haruka broke the embrace. "I spoke with the girl at the counter, if you'd like to trade in that," scrunching her nose toward the crumpled tweed suit that still lied on the floor just outside the dressing room. "You can leave in this," she finished, glancing down at the outfit. She gave her a good once over with her eyes for good measure as the smile turned wolffish on the blondes face. Michiru felt the flush come over her face as she felt the green eyes on her. She felt it more in her soul, that somehow she would know what Michiru really wanted.

As they excited the store, Haruka pulled Michiru into another embrace. "I hope the mermaid feels slightly better," she offered as a comforting hand stoke her back. She produced a familiar looking folded piece of paper to Michiru. "My number," she simply offered, placing the paper securely in her hand. "I stayed way past my break. So I'm not sure if you'll be able to see me again at the restaurant." Chuckling at her own joke, she gifted the smaller girl's forehead with a soft kiss. "I have a feeling I'm not done helping you yet," she whispered as she broke the embrace and started off back towards the restaurant. Michiru just stood there staring at the spot Haruka once occupied. Her eyes moved from the paper in her hand to the crumpled clothes that spilled out of the tiny dressing room. Her heart thumped in her chest, almost as if she had just woken up from a dream yet again. Feeling the comforting material of blue sundress sundress against her skin tingled all of her senses. An elated feeling flowed through her as she twirled herself around in the middle of the store. Noticing that she eared a few stares from the young girl manning the counter, she bowed as a way to excuse herself and exited the store.

The soft breeze she felt as she once again stood on the sidewalk felt refreshing to her. A subtle sent of Haruka was in the breeze, perhaps still dancing off her skin from their last embrace. The scent combined with the breeze, caressing her cheeks and playing with her hair.

"Michiru! There you are!" Her reverie was broken by a shrill familiar voice. She turned ever so slowly, almost hoping that by time she faced the direction of the voice, the owner would have become annoyed and give up. "Are you hurt? You're oddly sluggish today. If you're running a fever or something, I can probably call in a favor to get you some medicine so you'll be presentable for the gala." Kami sama he is so daft! She inwardly cursed at Dachi relentless rambling. A smile pursed her lips slightly, as his imprudent behavior had allowed her to run off with Haruka for the afternoon.

Suddenly, Dachi uncharacteristically grabbed her arm and pulled her towards his waiting Bentley. He released her arm just as she ungraciously fell into the backseat of the car. Looking up at the moment in an attempt to gauge her response, she noticed his attention was drawn to something in the distance. A frown settled on her his face as he quickly turned back to the car, climbing in next to her. The scowl grew deeper as he finally took in her appearance, likely taking note of the new dress. Michiru sat quietly, deciding this was not the time to challenge Dachi. Not while she was confined in his car with just him and his driver. Never had he grabbed her like he just did, and she did not want to test the depths of what else she has not yet experienced with him.

"I have been looking all over for you," he mumbled in aggravation. She easily read that he was more displeased with how his time was spent rather than her actual whereabouts. "I haven't the slightest idea what has gotten into you today. Your father assured me this behavior is highly irregular for you, so he has a doctor waiting for you." Michiru smiled at the thought that she may be able to excuse herself from accompanying him to the gala. Dachi crushed that hope almost instantly. "He will meet you at the gala, and has something that will pep you up a little, so it shouldn't effect you ability to get ready on time." As if her illness was nothing but an inconvenience to him! She signed inwardly, deciding it was best to do a little damage control if she was to endure the evening with him.

"I'm so grateful to have someone as caring as you looking out for me," Michiru stated was warmly as she could as she took Dachi's hand. "However, I am concerned that I will not be the adornment you need in a simple dress like this. I look like such a plain fiancé." Michiru lowered her gaze in a shameful manner. She was surprised when he gently placed his finger under her chin and raised her gaze to meet his. A warm smile graced his face, reaching all the way to his eyes.

"Oh my dear Michiru, we have appearances to maintain," he stated rather monotone. Most definitely not the reassurance of her natural beauty that any fiancé would give their lover. "I took the liberty to arrange to have your dress and Alejandro meet you are the gala. Like I said, you have a fever, so I thought it would be romantic of me to grant you this huge favor." She smug smile spread across his features washing away any trace of the warmth she thought she saw.

True to his word, the Bentley pulled to the side entrance of the building, far out of the view of the red carpet. The driver opened the door on her side of the car while Dachi just stared blankly at her. She pulled herself from the car, almost literally having to climb over him in his refusal to assist his ailing fiancé.

She saw Alejandro's unmistakable bleach blonde hair propped against a side door. She slowly made her way towards him, her mind pondering if she could convince him to just let her leave. He was good for a good laugh while getting ready, but she knew that Alejandro's first love was money. And Dachi likely paid a pretty penny to pull these strings.

"Oh Michi, honey, why do the oceans look like they are about to spring a leak? We've made you cover ready in less time than this!"

"I never doubt your skills," Michiru regarded him with a smile as she fully entered the room in the back. She began to wipe away the tiny beginnings of tears in her eyes.

"Oh no, honey," he added as he moved her hand away from her face. "This pouty look you have right now just screams to become a full siren. We will cause many of men to fall to your song tonight my beauty." She coyly smirked at his words. This was how she was to escape tonight. She shall make many of men desire over her, and Dachi will be forced to either defend her honor or challenge another man. Neither did Dachi ever have the capability of doing without bruising his own pride.

As promised, Alejandro made quick work, and soon Michiru was adorning the grown for the evening. With his help, the waitstaff directed her to the back staircase. In a grand spectacle, the doors at the top of the staircase dramatically opened reveling the sultry siren. Many guests paused their conversations to watch her descend the staircase, the train of her satin navy blue dress trailing behind her. With every step she took down the stairs, the slit on the front seemed to creep dangerously closer to becoming indecent.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she simply held her hand out in an inviting pose. Seemingly inviting any man who dares to come and claim her. Fortunately for her plan, she glanced up through half hooded eyes to see the host lightly taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor. The shares a brisk dance, as she ensure to keep her body closer to his than she normally would. The room clapped when their dance finished, and the host thanked her for allowing him to be her partner. His eyes caught something behind her, and he bowed and made his exit. A sinful smile graced her lips as she turned around to catch a annoyed looking Dachi. Well as annoyed as he can look with all that Botox! She chuckled at her own joke as he pulled her back onto the dance floor in an attempt to reclaim what was his.

"That was quite an entrance you made." His tone alluded to her suspicions he was not impressed.

"I thought you coordinated it with Alejandro." Alejandro certainly got paid enough to take the fall for this one. "Since you walked the carpet without me, one could only assume it was for a good reason," she rationalized. Dachi pursed his lips in contemplation, and swallowed any remark he had.

By the time Dachi had to share the fourth dance with her, she knew her plan was working. As soon as he moved away to talk business with a guest, another admirer would swoop in and take her to the dance floor. He was reaching his limits, she could tell. Unfortunately, so we're her feet with all of the unplanned dances. She excused herself to the powder room, pleased that Dachi never broke his gaze with her back as she made her way through the crowd.

Entering the large alcove inside the ladies room, she sought refuge on the couch. She sank into it resting her head against the back. She momentarily closed her eyes as she heard so,el e else enter the room and make their way towards the cubicles. Good, I don't want to really have e to talk to anyone in here. She sighed happily as there was no noise heard, and her mind drifted to green eyes. Her heart picked up slightly as the memory of the warm embrace, the loving eyes that looked deep in her soul. She swore she felt a breeze move through the room at that moment. She would have dismissed it as the air conditioning, but she noticed the fresh sent in the air that reminded her of Haruka. Sinking deeper into her daydream, she could recall the feeling of the soft but firm hands caressing her skin, setting it on fire at the slightest touch.

Her eyes jerked open as a almost soundless moan escaped her lips. A husky chuckle bro,e the silence in the room, her eyes moving rapidly to find the source only to be met by piercing green eyes.

Haruka sat on her knees in front of her, softly massaging her sore feet. The mirth evident on her face at the reaction she was able to raise from the smaller woman. "With that kind of reaction, I understand why the mermaid in the story wanted legs so bad," she chuckled again at her joke, never stopping her soft caresses. Her hands continue to massage up her legs as she continued. "I was worried. I saw that man throw you in a car, so I followed it. I ended up here and I was already dressed for the occasion, I guess." Glancing down to find the waitress attire still on her figure, she couldn't help but giggle. "They just pulled me in and started having me help out." The blond suddenly stopped her ministrations, a serious look on her face. "I wonder if they expect me to show up for work tomorrow?" She pondered aloud, she her hand graced circles on Michiru's exposed thighs.

"Do you want to go to work tomorrow?" She whispered, pulling the blonde closer as she sing singed her question.

"Well that depends on what I am doing tonight." A sided smile in the blondes lips as she began to close the gap. An electrified sensation went through her body as her lips connected with the blonde's for the second time that day. The touch, the scent, the kiss all doing wonders with her senses. She felt herself melt to the blonde's gentle touch, as if that was all she wanted in the world.

The bliss was cut short as the warm lips were ripped away from her. She looked up to see Dachi behind her with his hand on Haruka's collar. He yanked her away and she slid on the floor towards the opposite wall. Her eyes glance towards Haruka to ensure she was not hurt. The blonde only frowned in annoyance as she stood to confront Dachi. Great, now he decides to be concerned with her honor. To her utter shock, instead of engaging with Haruka, Dachi turned his fury to her. She barely had time to raise her arms as a defense as her eyelids snapped closed. She didn't sustain the strike she knew was coming as darkness overtook her.

As she lingered in the darkness, her arms drifted up as if the effect of gravity had been removed. Unsure of what she would find around her, she kept her eyes pressed tightly closed. Senses centering on any sounds around her, a desperate attempt to determine the scene that laid before her. She focused on the sound of Dachi's grunts as he continued to except himself, the sound of movement across the floor. As she strained to determine more, those sounds seemed further and further away. The fainter the sounds grew, the more weightless she felt.

As her mind attempted to comprehend what was happening, she again felt the breeze caress her skin, cradling her like a lovers embrace. Am I falling? How...? As the embrace held her tighter, she gathered her courage and flung her eyes open.

Blue eyes scanned her surrounding taking in the morning light and the pale colors on the wall. Confusion daunted her as she looked down to find her blankets wrapped around her tightly like she was a human spring roll. Fighting through the blankets to free herself, she soon was standing in the middle of the room examining the contents. The room, her nightgown, the noises she now her meant one thing; she was in her parents house once again. A glance at the calendar on her desk confirmed her fears. This was the morning of the gala. It is not possible that it was all a dream! She pinched herself to ensure that she was awake this time. Definitely awake. Perhaps I should have tired it in all the other times I awoke in my dream. But they felt so real, and the embrace as I woke up... argh focus Michiru! She focused herself to the current plight. The experiences she had have made a few things clear, and the first steps were hers alone. She took a deep breath, throwing her robe over her slightly shaking figure and grabbed her bedroom door.

As her bare feet padded across the floor, the men in the living room did not notice her approach. She was able to hear more of the conversation they were having that morning, particularly the details about the merger of Dachi's company with her father's with her the center bargaining chip. Infuriated by this new information, she burst into the room.

"Father! Is this your motivation over my happiness?" She demanded, meeting her fathers eyes. When he did not answer right away, she turned her anger to Dachi. "I will not be joining you this afternoon. And if you want any chance at my company this evening, you will hold whatever opinion you have until my father is able to explain to me in private."

Turning on her heels, she stormed out of the room. She paused just outside the living room door, once again catching the two men's discussion.

"Don't be too concerned, it must be some women issues this morning, an unfortunate side effect when one takes a wife, they find it slightly harder to keep it to themselves," she heard her father sigh. "But consider this an opportunity to tie up some business agreements for the merger. I will speak to her and ensure she is in better spirits this evening."

Anger flowed through her veins as she returned to her room. She knew deep down these changes would not be painless or easy, but she saw the hope she needed in those green eyes. Haruka! Suddenly evoking the next step she knew she needed, to find the blonde. She pulled the blue sundress from her closet and dashed into the shower to prepare.

Emerging from her room, happy with the results of her morning routine, she made her way to the home's foyer. As she reached to the door, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She spun around in shock, startling her father in the process.

"Michiru, what has gotten into you?" He questioned. The concern in his eyes seemed misplaced to her. He was not taking in her appearance to see if she had a fever or any other signs of illness. Instead his eyes were focused on where she was heading.

"I called for the driver, I was going to go and apologize for my outburst this morning and make amends," she quickly replied. Her father appeared to accept her reasoning. She still felt the need to seal the deal to keep her father out of what was to unfold. "I also made arrangements to have my dress for the gala delivered to the gala and Alejandro there to set me to my best. This should ensure Dachi's fate as the CEO." A warm smile was exchanged between her father and herself, and seemingly content with her answer, he released his grip on her shoulder.

She entered the dark car, sinking herself into the seat. Trying to calm her nerves, she reasoned her next destination would seal her fate. If everything was being directed by an unseen thread and pulling her to her fate, she would soon find out. She would know if the compass pulling her along, hopefully to the blonde, and she would accept the cost. She exited the car and took in her surroundings, shaking off the driver questioning look. She waved him off as she walked deeper into the park, finding the white bench from her vision. She took a seat upon the bench, taking a deep breath to inhale the scent of her surroundings. Then aroma seemed so fresh and exciting to her and her mind drifted more to her vision. In the few moments she had to think this morning, she decided that the experience she has had prior to this morning was a vision to her, no longer thinking it to be a simple dream. The breeze picked up slightly, introducing a familiar scent to her. She opened her eyes to be greeted by a curious set of green eyes watching her from the garden.

"I thought I'd find you here, Haruka." She coyly offered as she rose from the bench. The blonde in front of her watched her curiously but said nothing. "This may sound bizarre, but I have been admiring you from afar for some time. I heard that I would be able to find you here today. May I join you?" She offered in a way of explanation, testing the waters on how much the blonde believes her.

"Who am I to deny the request of a lovely mermaid?" The husky voice simply responded, extending a hand to her.

"Michiru," she responded with a giggle, realizing that the blonde may not know who she was.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful lady." Haruka produced a flower for her, slowly approaching and placing it in her hair. A shiver went down her spine and the light touch as her hair was tucked behind her ear. Moving her gaze up as the blonde approached, she again saw the hope she sought in the sparkling green eyes.

"Is there anything in particular that the mermaid Michiru would like to talk about?" Michiru paused with the question, she was only focused on finding her once again. Encouraged by the calming presence of Haruka, her intention to get out of a relationship with her fiancé. With every detail she provided, she felt herself melt together with Haruka, until she found herself in her calming embrace.

"I know we just got aquatinted, but I truly feel with you by my side, anything is possible. That is why I had the courage to meet you here today." She cooed, not lifting her head from the comfort it found on her chest. Haruka gently began stroking her hair, comforting and whispering soft words of reassurance. It all felt right at that moment. She finally knew where she was suppose to be.

A sudden loud noise broke their trance and snapped Michiru back to reality. She quickly lifted her head from the embrace to hear a harsh voice shouting as it drew closer to them. She felt a strong hand clasp upon her shoulder, jerking her out of the embrace.

"Michriu, just what is going on here?" Dachi demanded, his gaze focused intently on her.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Haruka interposed between the two fiancés.

"What does it matter to you, maggot?" He spat with annoyance clear in his tone. "Do you know this scum?" He demanded from Michiru.

"Let go of the lady," she growled through her teeth. "No one should hand placed on them."

"What right do you have to make any type of demand?" He seethed, grasping Michiru tighter with her hair.

"I'm warning you," she warned, her voice dropping an octave.

Dachi let a chuckle escape his lips. "I'd slap you, but shit stains," he sneered in her direction as he continued to pull Michiru with him to the waiting car. Tears began to fall from her eyes when she realized she couldn't escape him. She wanted to call out to the blonde, to beg to be in her arms again. How could she ask that of someone she didn't know? She felt like she knew Haruka for a lifetime already, and had no idea if the blonde felt the same. What would I ask of her? To duel with Dachi? Her heart dropped as it lost all of the hope it had merely moments ago.

As she arrived into a sitting position in the car and Dachi released his grip from her hair, she felt her body go numb. In her languid stage, she did not hear the shouts that followed them to the car and the threats that continued as they drove away.

The Bentley pulled to the side entrance of the building, far out of the view of the red carpet. The driver opened the door on her side of the car while Dachi just glared, the distance clear on his face. The driver reach and pulled her from the car and holding her tightly by the arm as Dachi exited.

She saw Alejandro's unmistakable bleach blonde hair propped against a side door. Dachi was walking towards him, and the driver shoved her in the same direction. Her torpid movements cussing the driver to shove her forward a few time. Is this my life now, to be Dachi's prisoner? She slowly made her way towards the door, her mind pondering if she could continue this life, with out any freedom, with out her love.

"Oh Michi, honey, why do the oceans look like they are about to spring a leak? You can still make it!" Michiru raised her gaze to him to only see a knowing smile on his face. Doing nothing to reassure her, she began to wipe away the tiny beginnings of tears in her eyes.

"Oh no, honey," he added as he moved her hand away from her face. "This pouty look you have right now just screams to become a full siren. We will allow you to sing your song to beckon your love." She watched him, confused at his words. "Alright lover boy, time for you to exit, we have magic to work. You will be astounded!" He asserted as he urged Dachi out of the room. Not seeming please with leaving her with the stylist, he eyed them both as he closed the door behind him. Michiru let out a wimped as she realized she was likely locked into this room.

Alejandro worked his magic, and she found herself in a navy blue dress once again with cascading curls down her shoulder. As she numbly rose from her seat, she her Alejandro call out to her. "Don't you want to see yourself?" She shook her head, as the vision would only remind her what was waiting for her in the evening. Ignoring her protest, he guided her to a full length mirror and placed his hands on her shoulders, encouraging her to take a look.

As her eyes met her reflection, she took in her appearance for the first time that evening. This was not what she remembered from her previous vision. Well, at least not for the gala part. Her hand moved up to trace the ruffles around the neckline and the sleeves, the laughter from her memories filling her mind.

"Told you that one was appropriate for a romance novel." She immediately spun around at the sound of the husky voice and jumped into the waiting blondes arms. After a few blissful moments, she pulled back, meeting the blondes green eyes. Haurka just chuckled, noticing the questioning glance she was receiving. "I called in a few favors, I hope you don't mind," she provided for the smaller woman's unanswered questions. She shot a look to Alejandro, who still looked on in awe from the corner of the room.

"Who am I to say no to a romantic request from an old friend?" He provided. "She had me switch the garment bags. I can buy you some time, but likely not a whole lot," he added as he ushered them to the door. Haruka paused in front of the door and kissed Michiru deeply.

"Most of the staff know we're heading out the back. This is your chance, Mermaid. This is your chance to tell me no and attend the gala. If you don't tell me know, I won't be able to stop myself from stealing you away... tonight." She placed a hand on her chin, lifting her gaze to her. "I don't know what you want, and I cannot really promise you anything except that I will be at your side as long as you need me." Michiru stepped onto her tiptoes to reach the blondes lips. The sweet kiss deepened, until they heard Alejandro's subtle cough from behind them. They nodded in gratitude to him as Haruka took her hand and reached again for the door knob. Michiru squeezed her hand in return. I take control of my own destiny. She smiled inwardly, swallowing the anxiety about their escape.

Haurka opened the door just enough for the two of them to pass through, and silently closed the door behind them. Never releasing her hand, Haurka moved confidently through the corridor. She did not realize how vast the dark hallways of the gala were, but was relived to see that they were populated by mostly staff.

As the reached one of the main galleries, she noticed one of the ushers sending a signal to the blonde causing her to pause. She moved Michiru against the wall, leaning on her arm like they were deep in conversation. She didn't dare say anything, just watching the care and softness in the green serious eyes. Momentarily holding her breath when she felt a presence next to them, she released it when a server handed them both a glass of champagne. "The toast will begin in a moment, sir." The server mentioned. The blonde nodded, as she thought she saw the blonde quickly pocket something.

"Then let us toast to the host," she blonde said with a smirk as she moved away from the wall and into the main gallery. Michiru panicked slightly for a moment, since they were now mingling amount the guest. Moving swiftly yet gracefully, the blonde navigated the crowd as the host gave their thanks for those in attendance.

When the glasses were raised in the toast, she noticed the they were close to the front of the room, just behind the platform the host occupied. She blinked as the realization set in that they had crossed the whole room. She was sure she did not breath the entire time, either. She gasped slightly, releasing the breath she didn't know she was holding, as a server appeared at their side.

"Let me take those glassed for you," he said calmly as he retrieved the untouched glass from her hand. Haruka smiled thankfully at the man as she squeezed Michiru's hand. With one las reassuring smile to the smaller woman, the ducked silently out the front door, handing a ticket to the waiting valet. A moment later a black car was pulled up and Haurka placed her in the passenger seat. Running around to the driver side to take her seat, they quickly were off into the darkness.

Slowly opening her eyes the next morning, she completes her recent ritual of checking her surroundings as she awoke. The small bedroom was just enough for what she needed. She glanced at the clock on the small table as she saw the familiar folded paper sitting next to it.

Sitting up in bed, she picked up the paper and once again read the word scribbled across it;

All I do

The whole day through

Is dream of you

She recalled back to the night before, as the road away in the car for what seemed like hours Haruka explained where they were headed. "I was able to get a small apartment on the outskirts of town. It is not much at all, but it belongs to a friend who is abroad currently. I will bring you there for the night. I'm sure that your fiancé will be looking for you, but I will do what I can to make sure he cannot find you," she reassured with a smile to the passenger and a squeeze on the hand that she still has not released.

She smiles to herself at the memory, and the happiness that flooded over her to wake up in this small room. She knew the road ahead would not be the luxury she has had her whole life, but will be richer than anything she had before.

Concern falls over her as she hears a knock at the door. She grabs a cotton robe that she found in the bathroom and headed to the door. She slowly cracked the door to view who was visiting her, throwing the door open at the sight of Haruka carrying doughnuts. Michiru knows it the start of a new day and a new happier life.