Thanks to for review... And for good opinion of my fic, too.
WARNING: things can seem sweetly nice, but they isn't. Yet. And maybe
won't be. Read and find out!

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*I hope it will work... Well, it's the last thing I can do now* was
her constant thought as she entered the hallway of a huge skyscraper.
"Excuse me, how can I get to studio 59?" she asked the clerk.
He examined the tall, dark blond person in a mustard suit, with a
sunglasses on.
"Go to eastern wing, fifteenth floor,..er...mister" he mumbled at
last.
"Thank you" dropped the person in question over her shoulder.

...It was a hard decision to me. I don't like being popular, honestly.
The only time I like to draw attention to myself is when I win my
races. Anytime else it's annoying. But what wouldn't I do to solve it?
If I wanted to look good and caring, I'd say that I did it for Michi
and others. But that's not complete answer. I did it for myself, too.
I wanted to defence, to fight back, to dodge that lot of flack thrown
at me...

Michiru was silent and so sad, that even Setsuna couldn't look straight
in her pain filled eyes. She walked back and forth, sighed quietly and
answered Hotaru's worried questions with a weak smile.
Setsuna watched her over her book.
"Michiru-mama, want you some tea?" asked Hotaru.
She smiled and shook her head in negative. Girl bit her lip and shrugged
to Setsuna's glare at her.
"Michiru, she will be back" spoke Time Senshi softly. "She always comes
back. It's just a storm she tries to face alone. You know Haruka as
well as I do. She's self sufficient, that's all. And she loves you"
"Huh? She doesn't trust me. Why can't I help, tell me? Why she keeps
pushing me aside every time she's hurt?"
"She hates to be weak" murmured Hotaru with a wisdom that she possessed,
so strange for a girl of fifteen.
Michiru hugged her daughter without a word, a crystal teardrop slid
down her cheek.

"Good evening, ladies and getlemen. Welcom to Kageno Zuishou Talk
Show!" with a wave of both hands red haired woman greeted the woving
crowd. The woman, one of the most popular showmen on local TV, was
dressed entirely in white.
"Today we will talk about a hard life of celebrities...(giggles in
audience)...you think it's nonsense? OK, let's ask about it our first
guest...the famous F1 racer, considered to be the best one, a person
with problems, Ten'ou Haruka!"
(screams and applause of audience)
Haruka came onto the stage, under the blinding lights, greeted the
audience with a bow.
"Welcome, Ten'ou-san!" said Kageno Zuishou, shaking her hand.
"Good evening, Kageno-san" replied Haruka.

In one house, the same city, three women stared at the screen of TV
in amazement.
*I can't believe it* thought Setsuna, wistful.
*What is she doing there?* thought Hotaru, stunned.
*Haruka...Ruka-chan...* was all that occupied Michiru's mind.

"Is it truth that a lot of bad publicity can ruin one's career?"
"I guess, if it's REALLY truth and can be prooved" dodged Haruka.
"What about you?"
"What do you mean?"
(audience noisy)
"Well..." Zuishou spread her hand to calm the crowd. "These days one
very trustworthy newspaper included an article about some steroid
tests on you"
"That's a whole and complete lie. I don't understand why they did it.
I NEVER used any drugs or kind of"
"Whatever, it affected the sponsorship, didn't it?" asked the host.
"I don't care. It's not as bad as you try to show, Kazeno-san. My
career...it will survive, I think. I worked hard to reach my prizes.
And if I won, it's fair game"
(slight applause)

"You see? She tries to save her career. Haruka cares only about her
racing" dropped Michiru angrilly.
"Michiru, calm down. You don't think so, it's just emotions" soothed
Setsuna.
"I kept that inside enough. You never imagined how she hurts me
sometimes" whispered Michiru blushing with anger, her eyes flashed.
*It's going too far* she thought.

"Let the justice decide it" cut in Zuishou.
"Sure. But my career isn't a center of life for me. There are things
more important"
(audience in dead silence)
"Ten'ou-san, was it the cause of your nearly-killing Lincoln
Applepit?"
(screams)
"I'm glad I didn't kill him. It would be too much for that naughty
moron..."
(more noise)
"Can I speak or you want me to yell?" roared Haruka suddenly.
Audience freezed, scared. Camera caught her icy glare.
"Thank you" sternly said Haruka and continiued. "But I won't ever
regret for doing that. He deserved more. He's an idiot pretending
genius, nothing more. And I just flamed, to my shame. I hate people
that like to hit others' sensitive spots for a cheap sensation"
"Hmm..." Zuishou smiled nervously. "Guess our watchers are intrigued
enough of your words, Ten'ou-san"
"Nani?" Haruka raised an eyebrow.
"What kind of things are more important than a star status, than a
life of reach and famous?"
"They are more important than everything. This is my family, the ones
I've hurt with my distrust and distantness. I love them so much I
can't say. I acted like a coward, avoiding to face my problems,
pretending invincible"
She looked straight into the camera, her face upset, but eyes shone
with inner strenghth and love, so heartful...
"I hope they'll forgive me someday... I'm sorry, honey, for being so
rude and selfish. I would kill myself if it made you happier. I deserved
it. But I beg you to believe in me again, for all the love we possess.
Please, give me a chance. You're the one whose love keeps me alive.
I'm sorry"
(audience awwed)
Haruka stood up and left without a word more.
(storm of applause and screams)

...If I ever would appear in TV show again, it will be race, and nothing
else. Spilling my deepest feelings was a torture that I won't attend
again... But for Michi, Setsuna, and Hotaru...

When she opened the door, total silence met her.
"I guess I have my answer" she murmured to herself. "They..."
She never finished, cause someone rushed to her, in one graceful motion,
and before she reacted, a pair of tearful deep blue eyes met hers.
"Ruka-chan" whispered Michiru. "Sorry, I had to believe in you"
"Ah, that's nothing" she smiled as Michiru buried her face on her chest,
sobbing. "It's OK, Michi. I'm with you" she petted soft aquamarine locks.
"I knew that" replied Setsuna with a warm smile. Haruka hugged her with
one free arm. "Where's Hotaru?"
"She's asleep"
"No I'm not!" protested Hotaru running downstairs in her purple pajamas.
Haruka hugged the little Saturnian too.
"Well, my dear ladies, I personally go to have a good nap. I'm dog-tired!"

...That night, I hoped, my troubles gained their end...

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I will make a one more chapter, I think, if any brilliant idea won't pop
up in my mind.