Title: If Forever Ended Now 2/?
Author: Lady Kyra
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own no characters from sailormoon nor the storyline and I
don't claim to.

I started this chapter on the same day I started Without Motive so don't
blame me if it gets gory and nasty like that fic is.

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Rain splashed hard against the windshield of Haruka's car as she sped
away from the hospital in the dark of the night. She glanced over at
the passenger's seat where Michiru should be sitting (AN: I don't know
how she got her car back. This is anime, people) and tears once again
welled up in her eyes. She focused her attention on the road ahead
as the lightning lit up the empty car and thunder masked the sound of
sobs that could be heard only to the wind.

Haruka pulled the car over to the side of the road and walked to the
edge of the cliff. She gazed out over the ocean. The dark murky
depths threatened to consume her if she leaned in too far. She bent
over the gaurd rail as if testing the sea to come and get her.

"I belong with Michiru" She muttered to no one in particular.

The waves crashed in agreement, urging her to lean further. They
intrigued her, just like Michiru always had. The sun peaked its head
over the edge of the earth to watch the battle of wills. The sky
was transformed into the brightness of day and the light shone off
of the caps of the waves.

Shining.... Just like Michiru......

Haruka stepped back toward her car. She couldn't stand to look at
the sea anymore. She jumped into her car and drove along the
ocean road until she could take it no more. She turned the car on
to a road that led into a small village.

Pulling to a stop in front of a small hotel, the blonde jumped out of the
car. She went inside and to the front desk. "I'd like to stay here for a
few nights....." She said to the receptionist.

The receptionist replied with a big smile, "Of course! Name please?"

"Ten'ou Haruka"

"Nice to meet you, Ten'ou-san, I'm Kokorono Namiko! Do you know
how long you'll be staying with us?"

"No....."

"That's fine!" was the energetic reply, "I'll show you to your room if you
like."

"Please" Haruka followed the bouncy young women up a flight of
stairs into a clean room.

"Make yourself at home!"

Haruka nodded and thanked her, and collapsed on the bed as soon
as the girl was gone. Burying her head in her hands, she allowed the
thoughts of Michiru to come.

"Why? Why Michiru?" She muttered quietly to herself, trying not to let
the tears fall. She had to be strong. After all... Michiru would be
happy, in heaven. Somewhere, she was looking out for Haruka, and
she wouldn't want her to be sad.

Haruka looked up for a moment, just in time to see a shimmering
image of Michiru, gazing wistfully at her. The spirit crossed the room
slowly and put her hand on Haruka's shoulder. She said nothing,
just smiled sweetly, and then stood in front of Haruka's slumped form.

"Why are you here?" Haruka asked Michiru's soul.

The image flickered and put her hand to Haruka's lips. She spoke in
a barely audiable voice, "I can't stand to watch you suffer." She
straightened, "I don't want you to be sad."

"Michiru.... I....."

"I must leave," the image flickered, "but whenever you need me,
know that I will be there. You are part of me, Haruka, and I could
never leave you. Please forget.... Forget that I ever came. forget
that I even existed" Her eyes were filled with sadness, "But don't
forget that I'll always be with you, even when I'm gone forever.
Goodbye..." and she vanished.

"Michiru!!" Haruka called after the fading spirit. "No!! I need you!
Don't leave me alone again....." She buried her face in her hands
and sobbed quietly.

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Awwww...... Poor Haruka. evil grin I'm enjoying this. bows I'm
sorry. I'm really sadistic, and I'm pissed at my Ruka, cuz she hasn't
come on in over THREE FREAKING DAYS *ahem* sorry. Don't forget
I like comments!

~*Lady Kyra*~
Michichankaioh@aol.com
http://michirutoharuka.terrashare.com





I dream alone.

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