„Michiru! Michiru, wait!" The aqua haired woman stopped walking when she heard Makotos voice, but didn't turn around. Two minutes later, Makoto appeared next to her, with Ami in tow. "Hello." The violinist softly greeted them, hoping that they wouldn't notice that she had been crying before. Ami gave her a smile before she put a gentle hand on her shoulder. "We just talked to Haruka." The genius softly spoke. Michirus eyes went wide, and her voice shook when she asked: "What…what did she tell you?" Makoto looked directly into Michirus eyes when she replied: "Everything."
Haruka sat in the living room, watching TV, but not really caring about what she saw. Her eyes left the screen when she heard how the front door opened. "Haruka?" Michirus voice suddenly came. "She'll talk to me!" Haruka thought to herself, overhearing the cold tone in her love's voice. She quickly hurried out of the living room, into the hallway, where Michiru stood waiting. "Yes…?" she spoke, not daring to sound too hopeful. Her eyes fell on the five Inner Senshi, who stood behind Michiru, all of them looking slightly uncomfortable. "How dare you?" Michiru now hissed, earning a puzzled look from Haruka. "Michi, love, what…" she started, only to be interrupted by the violinist: "Don't call me that!" Haruka took a step back while Makoto let out a small wince. "Michiru…" Ami started, but Michiru shot her such an angered look that the genius fell silent again. The aqua haired woman turned back to look at Haruka, who now knew what was going to come. "You just had to do that, right?" Michiru hissed, angered. "You just had to run to the inners and tell them everything! Why did you do that?" Haruka stared down on the floor when she answered the question, not being able to look into Michirus hateful eyes. "I…I just had to talk to someone." The blonde finally spoke, her voice shaking with held back tears. The Inners exchanged worried glances, but no one of them interrupted Michiru. "Oh, you poor thing." Michiru now snarled, her voice as cold as ice. "Who was raped, Haruka? You or me? Answer me!" "…you." Haruka finally spoke, a single tear running down her cheek. "And who's fault was it?" Michiru suddenly shouted at Haruka, causing her and the Inners to flinch. "Mine." Haruka now whispered. Michiru didn't say anything more, and for a few minutes there was dreadful silence. "I want you to move out." Michiru finally spoke. Harukas head came up for a moment, allowing all the Inners to have a good look at her pain filled eyes, before she nodded. "Okay." Five gasps could be heard, but neither Haruka nor Michiru cared about the Inners right now. "Good." Michiru finally spoke, avoiding to look at Haruka all the time. "I'll leave now. When I come back in two hours, I want you to be gone." Haruka just nodded, Michiru turned around and left the house.
"Haruka? Are you alright?" Usagi carefully asked. As soon as Michiru had left, Haruka had turned her back on the Inners, fists clenched, her whole body shaking. "Usagi, maybe we should…" Rei started, only to be interrupted by Minako, who suddenly rushed past the stunned fire Senshi and came to a stop in front of Haruka. Slowly, hesitating, the blonde Senshi of love moved closer to Haruka, until she was close enough to hug her. And that was exactly what she did. Minako pulled the silently crying wind Senshi into her arms, holding her close, stroking her back, soothing her. "Shht, Haruka. It's alright. Everything will be alright." Minako whispered into the taller woman's ear, showing surprising maturity. Finally, after a quite long time, Haruka returned the embrace, fully allowing the blonde love Senshi to comfort her. Slowly, one by one, the other Inner Senshi came walking up to the two, hugging Haruka one after another. They stood like that for a very long time.
Haruka threw the last suitcase into her car, closed the lid of the trunk and let out a heavy sigh. "Are you sure that you want to move in a hotel?" Makoto asked, probably for the hundredth time. Haruka gave her a weak smile and nodded. "Yes. Thanks for your offer, Makoto, but I think I…just need some time alone now." Makoto nodded, understanding. "If you ever need someone to talk", the brunette then spoke, "you know where I live." Haruka nodded again, patting the brunettes shoulder. "Take care of yourself, Makoto. And take care of Michiru." Makoto frowned at the blonde. "Don't talk as if you'll never come back." She then said. Haruka gave her another smile, and this time, it sent a cold shiver down Makotos spine. "Take care of Michiru. And tell her that I love her." The blonde spoke before she got into her car and started the engine. "Haruka…" Makoto spoke, a terrible suspicion suddenly rising insider her. „Haruka, wait!" Haruka didn't wait, but stepped on the gas pedal and drove off. "I love you, Michiru. I'm sorry for everything…for the pain you had to go through…and for my unabilitly to protect you. I love you." Haruka hit the gas pedal harder, and when her car crashed against the solid brick wall, she could hear Makotos faint screaming, far, far away. And then, there was darkness.