Note: This story takes place after Sailor Moon S.
If you are offended by Haruka and Michiru's relationship, don't read.
Please forgive my bad grammar.
Usual Disclaimers Apply.
Ch.1
Haruka's red car blazed around the racetrack and through the finish line well ahead of the others. She pulled into the victory lane. Stepping out of the car, she removed her helmet and gave an arrogant toss of her head. Smiling for the press, Haruka took the winner's trophy and waved to the crowd. She grinned as the girls in the stand screamed her name bombarded her with flowers and letters. Of course, to them, she was a cute guy. Tenoh Haruka, the best F1 racer in all of Japan. Rich and famous. Suddenly, she spotted a flash of blue-green hair in the crowd around her. "Michiru!" The crowd parted to let the aqua-hair beauty through. Immediately, cameras flashed around them. "Is she your girlfriend Mr. Tenoh?"
"Tell us about the nature of your relationship!"
"How long have you known each other?"
Haruka and Michiru merely smiled at the reporters. "That is our secret." said Haruka. "After all," Haruka whispered to Michiru when they finally got away from the reporters and into the lockers, "I don't want to disappoint my fans."
"You flirt too much." said Michiru in a stern voice, but she was smiling.
"I know, but it just make our relationship more interesting." Haruka wrapped her arms around Michiru's waist and gave her a long romantic kiss. When Michiru was finally able to push her away, she reminded her "Hurry up, we have to perform at the opening of your sponsor's new company tonight. We need to go home and change. I'll wait for you outside
"I hate formal parties." muttered Haruka under her breath as she started to change out of her racing cloth.
Haruka stood infront of the mirror and took one last look at herself to make sure everything was perfect. She was dressed in black suit with a white shirt. Her normally messy blond hair has been combed neatly. Haruka stepped out into the hallway. "Michiru, are you ready?"
"Yes." Haruka's eyebrows shot up and her mouth drop open as Michiru stepped from her room. She was dressed in a tight fitting deep blue dress that sparkled. The color complimented her eyes and the dress showed off her incredible figure. "You look nice." said Haruka when she found her voice.
"Let's go." said Michiru sweetly.
The duet captivated the audience. There was absolute silence in the few seconds after Haruka and Michiru finished playing. Then, the audience broke into thunderous applause. Haruka and Michiru bowed and walked off the stage.
"That was excellent"
Haruka turned around. The speaker was a handsome young man. He was taller than Haruka with dark blond hair. His blue eyes were several shades lighter than Michiru's. He was wearing an expansive looking blue suit with white shirt and gloves. "Thank you" replied Haruka.
"My name is Yosho Ayama, I am the CEO of the company SkyLoft." said the man.
"I have heard a lot about you, Mr. Ayama." Michiru said. "You are said to be the youngest and most successful entrepreneur in Japan.
Ayama smiled "You flatter me, I have heard a lot about you too Ms. Kaioh, Mr. Tenoh."
A waltz started playing on the dance floor. Ayama bowed towards Michiru and offered his hand "Will you honor me with this dance?" Michiru nodded and walked with him to the dance floor. Haruka glared daggers at Ayama's back. Haruka sighed All well and walked to the balcony. The wind blew with signs of danger. All of Haruka's senses became alert as she tried to find the source of the danger. She frowned, she sensed something different. It wasn't the feeling she had when there was a daimon. Haruka looked back into the ballroom, No need to get Michiru involved in this, she will check it out herself.
I know this chapter had no action, but I will put lots in later. Promise!
Comments appreciated!
If you are offended by Haruka and Michiru's relationship, don't read.
Please forgive my bad grammar.
Usual Disclaimers Apply.
Ch.1
Haruka's red car blazed around the racetrack and through the finish line well ahead of the others. She pulled into the victory lane. Stepping out of the car, she removed her helmet and gave an arrogant toss of her head. Smiling for the press, Haruka took the winner's trophy and waved to the crowd. She grinned as the girls in the stand screamed her name bombarded her with flowers and letters. Of course, to them, she was a cute guy. Tenoh Haruka, the best F1 racer in all of Japan. Rich and famous. Suddenly, she spotted a flash of blue-green hair in the crowd around her. "Michiru!" The crowd parted to let the aqua-hair beauty through. Immediately, cameras flashed around them. "Is she your girlfriend Mr. Tenoh?"
"Tell us about the nature of your relationship!"
"How long have you known each other?"
Haruka and Michiru merely smiled at the reporters. "That is our secret." said Haruka. "After all," Haruka whispered to Michiru when they finally got away from the reporters and into the lockers, "I don't want to disappoint my fans."
"You flirt too much." said Michiru in a stern voice, but she was smiling.
"I know, but it just make our relationship more interesting." Haruka wrapped her arms around Michiru's waist and gave her a long romantic kiss. When Michiru was finally able to push her away, she reminded her "Hurry up, we have to perform at the opening of your sponsor's new company tonight. We need to go home and change. I'll wait for you outside
"I hate formal parties." muttered Haruka under her breath as she started to change out of her racing cloth.
Haruka stood infront of the mirror and took one last look at herself to make sure everything was perfect. She was dressed in black suit with a white shirt. Her normally messy blond hair has been combed neatly. Haruka stepped out into the hallway. "Michiru, are you ready?"
"Yes." Haruka's eyebrows shot up and her mouth drop open as Michiru stepped from her room. She was dressed in a tight fitting deep blue dress that sparkled. The color complimented her eyes and the dress showed off her incredible figure. "You look nice." said Haruka when she found her voice.
"Let's go." said Michiru sweetly.
The duet captivated the audience. There was absolute silence in the few seconds after Haruka and Michiru finished playing. Then, the audience broke into thunderous applause. Haruka and Michiru bowed and walked off the stage.
"That was excellent"
Haruka turned around. The speaker was a handsome young man. He was taller than Haruka with dark blond hair. His blue eyes were several shades lighter than Michiru's. He was wearing an expansive looking blue suit with white shirt and gloves. "Thank you" replied Haruka.
"My name is Yosho Ayama, I am the CEO of the company SkyLoft." said the man.
"I have heard a lot about you, Mr. Ayama." Michiru said. "You are said to be the youngest and most successful entrepreneur in Japan.
Ayama smiled "You flatter me, I have heard a lot about you too Ms. Kaioh, Mr. Tenoh."
A waltz started playing on the dance floor. Ayama bowed towards Michiru and offered his hand "Will you honor me with this dance?" Michiru nodded and walked with him to the dance floor. Haruka glared daggers at Ayama's back. Haruka sighed All well and walked to the balcony. The wind blew with signs of danger. All of Haruka's senses became alert as she tried to find the source of the danger. She frowned, she sensed something different. It wasn't the feeling she had when there was a daimon. Haruka looked back into the ballroom, No need to get Michiru involved in this, she will check it out herself.
I know this chapter had no action, but I will put lots in later. Promise!
Comments appreciated!