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Oops, I realise that this said that I had updated Chapter 2 before ... sorry!! Anyhoo, here it finally is, enjoy!
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Breaking news story at this hour! Michiru left the television on while she prepared something to eat, but at these words of the achorman she wiped her hands clean and walked into the tv room. Exclusively to our station, we've just received word that 4 time world champion F-1 racer Haruka Tenoh is dead! The aqua haired girl blinked several times at these words while the news continued. Police have yet to confirm, but are certain that these rumours' are true. Stay tuned to channel 7 news for more updates.

Michiru sat down on her couch breathless, unable to comprehend the words that had just come out. Masaka ... she mumbled silently. If Haruka was really dead, she would've felt something. But, there was nothing. Over the past month, simply nothing. Did she lose her connection with her? But how is that possible, they are partners in battle, the sea and skies are forever embedded in eachother ... they couldn't just spilt apart like that ...

The next few hours passed on with agony and heartbreak. She sat on the couch in front of her television, her eyes plastered to the screen. Despite the fact that it hurt so much to hear something like this, she felt compelled to hear all of the news she could. When the evening news finally came on she listened to every word with precise detail. Live from downtown Tokyo, we're currently reporting from the rumoured set of F-1 racer Haruka Tenoh's murder scene. The body of the world's youngest champion has strangely yet to be found, but police are confirming that this car wreckage belongs to the infamous driver. They showed pictures of a horrific sight, blood soaking the concrete. It didn't take a medical expert to know that anyone who lost that much blood could in any way still be alive. Officials are still trying to uncover the mystery of where the body could be, they say that between witness reports and police response time, it is highly unlikely that anyone could have taken the corpse.

Michiru's eyes turned glossy with tears, until they finally overflooded and she couldn't take it anymore. How could this have happened? She wasn't dumb enough to drive her car, let alone her ferrari that she adored into a brick wall. She layed on the couch, clutching a small wad of tissues in her hand. Her partner in battle, her partner in love, her partner in life, slipped through her very fingers and was never to come back again.

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There'll be more to come soon I promise!! Please tell me what you think!!
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