Chapter 1: Running Into Haruka
Haruka stepped down on the gas pedal, the engine of her car roaring. The blonde grinned to herself before she cast a sideway glance towards the other cars that participated, her eyes meeting with those of her greatest rival, Takeshi. He glances back at her, winked and smiled. Haruka smiled back; although the two were rivals when it came to racing, they were pretty good friends in private. Of course no one was allowed to know about that; the press liked it to picture Haruka and Takeshi as two fighting enemies, and their friendship would ruin this picture. Haruka focused her attention back on the road, stepping on the gas pedal once more. Finally, the lights switched from red to green, and the race started.
"Are you watching that ugly dyke again?" Michiru flinched when Kenshi's voice came from behind and looked at him, scared. Kenshi snatched the remote control from Michirus hands and turned the TV off, glaring at Michiru. "What did I tell you yesterday? I don't want you to watch that dyke." He spoke, his anger clearly showing through his voice. "But…I was just watching the race." Michiru replied softly, her eyes glued to the floor. "You weren't watching the race, you were watching Tenoh." Kenshi accused her. Michiru stayed silent, and that was all the answer Kenshi needed. With one swift move, the man moved around the couch and ended up standing in front of Michiru. He grabbed her collar and pulled her up to eye level, causing her to let out a scared little whimper. "I'll tell you what, you little bitch." Kenshi growled, the alcoholic breath that erupted from his mouth causing nausea for Michiru. "I'm leaving for the bar now. If you dare to turn on the TV to watch the dyke again, I will know. And if you dare to leave the house, I will know, too. So, be a good girl and wait here for me, okay?" Michiru just nodded, too scared to speak. Kenshi let go of her and left the house, slamming the door close behind him. Michiru sank down on the couch and cried.
"I can't believe it!" the announcer hollered, his eyes focused on Harukas car, which sped towards the finish line at high speed. Haruka stopped her car, flipping an u-turn in the process, and jumped out, grinning in triumph. Takeshi came in second, shooting a fake glare towards the blonde, who winked and flashed him the victory sign. "Haruka I love you!" some of the fangirls screamed, with hearts in their eyes. "Marry me!" "You'd think that they stopped that as soon as you revealed your gender." Takeshi whispered, earning a shrug from Haruka. The two of them made their way over to where the prices waited, grinning into the cameras that snapped numerous pictures of them. Haruka knew that she would be on the first page of all possible sport magazines tomorrow, but by now, she had gotten used to it. Today was just a normal day for her.
"That little bitch surely will cheat on me." Kenshi mumbled, staring into his glass of beer. Next to him, his friend Sadoki shrugged. "Keep her from doin' it." He replied, patting Kenshis shoulder. "But how? I'm at work the whole day, and while I'm gone, she'll cheat on me." Kenshi replied, sighing. Sadoki sighed, too, and both men hung their heads low. They let out heavy sighs and gulped down their beer.
Haruka walked into her living room, whistling a happy tune. She threw her biker boots into one corner, her leather jacket landed into another one. Letting herself fall down on the couch, the blonde thought about the money she had won at her last race while she caressed the trophy she had been given. Letting out a sigh, Haruka stared over at the shelf where all the other trophies stood. She had everything: fame, money, countless people who claimed to be her friends…but there was one thing in her life that she missed. She missed someone to love. Haruka sighed once more, placed the trophy on the shelf next to all the others and decided to go for a little evening drive. No sooner thought than done, the blonde left her apartment and headed for the garage, where her car stood waiting.
"Stupid bitch!" the hollering of Kenshi echoed through the house, followed by the sound of him beating his wife and Michirus pain-filled scream. "I knew it! I knew you were cheating on me, bitch!" "I'm not! I didn't even leave the house!" Michiru cried, tears running down her cheeks, mixing with the blood that ran from her nose. "No? You didn't leave the house?" Kenshi yelled, grabbing Michirus hair in the process, pulling her to her feet. Michiru screamed in pain and pleaded him to let go of her, but he didn't care. Instead, he dragged her over to the front door, opening it, revealing a rainy night. "Well then, you'll leave it now!" he shouted, pushed Michiru out and slammed the door shut behind her. "Kenshi, no!" Michiru cried, pounding the door with her fists. "Please let me back in! Please! I don't have any money with me, where shall I stay?" "Go to your lover!" Kenshi shouted behind the closed door. "I don't have a lover!" Michiru shouted back, finally breaking down and sobbing uncontrolled. Kenshi stayed silent, and finally, Michiru turned around and ran away from the house Kenshi and she shared, into the night and into the rain.
Haruka drove down the main street, listening to the music that came from the radio, her eyes focused to the road. They widened in shock when all of a sudden a blurry figure came running out of one of the side alleys and on the street – directly into her car. Haruka watched with horror how the person was thrown over the hood of her car and fell down on the street. Finally, Harukas reaction kicked in, and she literally jumped on the break. The blonde got out of her car as fast as possible and hurried to the figure that lay on the cold concrete motionless. Upon approaching the person, Haruka saw that it was a woman – and that she was bleeding from a wound in her head.