Codename: Kamikaze

Chapter 2

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Okay, really surprised I got good reviews! Thanks for the support, Za Kaze no Nisou, Zetes, The Sky Ruler, Jacquelin Benito, and M*Y*S*T-*L*A*DY. I'm leaning towards the Dou/Ruka match but Trowa/Ruka is a great match to. It might seem a little like Wufei/Ruka in the next few chapters, but I think M*Y*S*T-*L*A*D*Y is right, it wouldn't work between them. Well, let me know what you think and where I should steer the story. Ja-ne!

As Haruka rejoined the other pilots, she noticed the ever-present stare from 03. This time, he leered openly at her. 'Come on, Ruka. Don't let him freak you out! Stare him down!' She returned the gaze with all the dedication she could muster. Trowa could sense the blonde's intentions and softened his intent look and allowed a small simper to grace his lips. Haruka returned the smirk and, with the silent understanding the two shared, she broke the staring contest.

"Kamikaze-san, you must be tired from your trip. We were just about to head for my mansion. I can phone ahead and ask the maids to prepare a room," the heir of the Winner fortune asked Haruka with a soft smile. "That's very gracious of you, Winner-san," the blonde answered thankfully.

She indeed was exhausted. Dr. J put her through a vigorous, final training. That wasn't the real reason she was weary. She had to admit to herself the nightmares that had riddled her mind since she left Tokyo had contributed mainly.

Haruka came out of her thoughts by a soft click. She focused her attention on the silent 01, who had just shut his laptop, "We're leaving." Haruka wasn't sure if it was a command or question. The braided god of death came up behind the blonde rookie, threw his arm around her and answered, "Sure! Let's get this party started!" He was silenced with a knock from the hilt of the Asian youth's katana. "Wu-man! Why'd ya do that!?" demanded Shinigami as he rubbed the quickly forming bump. Wufei strutted away and coolly remarked, "You know why, and don't call me Wu-man, braided baka."

Haruka smirked at the transaction. She liked the nickname the arrogant pilot gave his foolish comrade. She'd use it later.

The ride to 04's mansion didn't go without activity. The constant bickering from 02 and 05 livened up the trip. Haruka was confined to the seat between the two, so she got a lovely earful of Wufei's profanity and duo's babble. It didn't matter to the heavenly princess; it relaxed her. It was like the silly, little battles between her Koneko and a certain priestess she left behind in her old life.

The tranquility she was feeling was slowly lulling her to sleep. The weight of her exhaustion took claim and her eyelids finally closed. After battling for the better part of five minutes, Haruka gave in and shifted to her right. She was met by a firm, yet comfortable, barrier. Before sleep claimed Haruka completely, she caught the pair's conversation. "Oh, Wu-man. I think Kaze-chan likes you. Hee hee hee." "Shut up, Maxwell, and get this onna off me!"

Haruka could sense she was moving; she felt the strong arms of another carrying her to some unknown place. Her curiosity beat her fatigue and Haruka opened her eyes to observe the person holding her. She stared into the handsome face of the Asian pilot. "05," she whispered hoarsely. He looked down at the weight in his arms, "You don't need to call me that onna. My name is Wufei." She was about to object to being called onna, but the question of why he (of all people) was carrying her plagued Haruka's mind.

As if he had heard her thoughts, the proud dragon answered, "Winner insisted I carry you to your room. He said you were sleeping to peacefully to be disturbed." "Oh," was her only response. She wasn't used to being carried. She was the strongest person she knew and it always seemed to be Haruka to carry an extra weight of a fallen senshi. Well, herself or the surprisingly strong Mako-chan. Haruka expected to feel uncomfortable in the dark haired man's secure grasp, but she felt her body slowly melting into his. If it wasn't for Wufei gently lowering her to the bed, Haruka would of found slumber in his arms.

 He left briefly but returned with a soft quilt and covered the blonde woman with it. Despite the dimly lit room, Haruka could notice traces of blush on Wufei's features. 'Probably feels he's over stepped his boundaries,' Haruka tried to mask the plot's embarrassment with a logical reason.

He could feel the new rookie observing him and he caught the deep, blue eyes of the female cuddling against the quilt he had provided. Wufei felt his cheeks burning, so he squared his shoulders and announced, "Get some sleep, onna. Your training begins tomorrow and it won't be simple." Haruka waved away the warning with a yawn and responded, "I'm sure I can take it." Wufei secretly admired her confidence, but wouldn't dare to let the woman know it. "Weak onna," he muttered. "Weak otoko," Haruka shot back lazily. To that Wufei raised an eyebrow and watched the beautiful senshi sleep. 

(Haruka's Dream)

A bloodcurdling cry pierced the night. Covered in the blood of her fellow outer senshi, Sailor Uranus dropped to her knees and cradled the head oh her dear Michi. "Starlight Honeymoon Therapy Kiss!!" The chant from her princess came to late. The damage had been done. "Setsuna, Hotaru, Michiru!" Sailor Uranus returned to her original form, Haruka Tenoh. Her three dead friends glowed slightly then began to fade. Her senshi were gone. Haruka felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see her Koneko and the inner senshi covered in bruises and cuts. "Haruka, I'm sorry," the Tsuki no Hime's tears flowed steadily from her kind and knowing eyes. Haruka allowed the leader of the senshi to hold her and send wave after wave of pity to the beaten sky king. Her senshi were dead.

Haruka woke from the nightmare. She had long ago stopped waking with a start when the dream victimized her. It had been a year, three months, two weeks and six days since the nightmare proved to be her reality. Haruka had seen them the day before; they had returned from a trip to Vienna. Michiru and the others decided it was for the best to leave Haruka to her own plans. She and Michiru had parted company; the racecar driver had become so preoccupied that her agenda no longer involved the violinist. They both loved each other with a passion, but knew their destinies would never allow it. They held no grudges or anger, just heartache.

Haruka lost the people closest to her that fateful day. She knew that they would be reborn when Crystal Tokyo established itself, but that was still a while away, plus, what if something went wrong? Haruka couldn't imagine life without them. Never again discussing strategy over a cup of tea with Setsuna. Never again tucking Hotaru into bed. Never again playing a duet with Michiru. The thought was unbearable.

Haruka was about to yet again give into the sorrow she felt when violin music gently floated into her room. She smiled softly and blinked away the tears forming in her eyes. The music was without a doubt from the Arabian pilot, Quatra. He played beautifully, like her Michi. Haruka searched for the time and found an old grandfather clock in the corner. Ten `till midnight. The pilots would put her through hell in the morning, she knew that much. Haruka allowed the beautiful harmony to entice her to sleep and she dreamed about a drive by the shore with an aqua haired goddess.

"Kamikaze-san." Haruka could feel somebody persistently shacking her. She let out a frustrated growl and popped open one eye. She was a little shaken to find the five pilots surrounding her, but masked her surprise with annoyance. "It's time to train," 01 said in a monotone. Haruka brushed the hair from her eyes and looked up at the clock in the corner. 2:05 "Do you have any idea what time it is?!" Quatra looked at her sheepishly, "Five after two in the morning." "Exactly. Wake me at a more godly hour." Haruka wrapped herself back up in the quilt and tightly shut her eyes.

 "Wake up, onna," Wufei gave a quick tug and unfurled her from the coverings. "Argh! What's the big idea?!" "Kamikaze-san, Heero, Wufei and Trowa feel it for the best to get started early." "Is that so?" Haruka asked annoyed. "Yawn. Frankly, babe, I'm with you. This can wait `till around noon," the half awake Shinigami responded as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "I agree. Good night!" "Kamikaze-san, please." "Listen, Quat. I'm a warrior. A good one, at that. I do not need training at 2 a.m."

Quatra blushed at the name she had given him, "But kami…" "Prove it." This response shocked Haruka openly. The silent 03 had not communicated to her using his voice. She had to rely on his eyes and body language, but with this verbal command, Haruka was intrigued.

"Prove what?" "You said you were a good warrior, prove it. Then we'll let you sleep." She smirked inwardly. He obviously didn't know who he was dealing with, "Alright, Trowa. How do you propose I prove myself?" "…" "Oh, Oh! I'll take her on!" Duo was suddenly very aware of the happenings around him. What better way to show off to the attractive blonde? "Hai, I except your challenge, Duo."

She slowly stood at the side of the bed. The braided pilot cracked his knuckles, "Brace yourself, babe." Haruka placed a hand on her hip and arched an eyebrow, "I'm ready." 02 charged at the sky king head on, prepared to dish out all he could. She sidestepped him and in the blink of an eye, chopped him on the back of the neck, causing the god of death to land ungracefully on the bed.

The other pilots stood a little shocked by the rookie's actions, Duo, on the other hand, was in pain. "Geez, girlie. I didn't think you were serious about that warrior talk." "Alright, I've proved myself," Haruka sighed as she plopped down next to the American youth, eager to return to her dreams. Duo impishly smiled at the slumbering girl cuddling at his side. "Hey, getting my ass kicked by the hot rookie wasn't so bad, seeing how now we're sharing a bed."

The four other pilots let out irritated groans. Wufei grabbed his comrade by the braid and pulled him away from the peaceful female, "Come on, Maxwell. Let the onna sleep." "Wu-man, have a heart, let me stay!" "Maxwell!" Quatra covered his guest with the quilt and followed Trowa out of the room. Heero was the last to go.

As he turned to leave he was stopped by the rookie's voice, "You shouldn't act so surprised, 01. You know better than the others what I'm capable of." Heero looked back at the taunting grin on the lovely senshi's lips. "You're going to make this difficult, aren't you?" he growled softly. She giggled (something she did very seldom) at his frustration. "Allow me my rest, and I'll do what I can to make it go smoothly." Heero glared at her confidence but nodded at the proposition. She nodded back and turned her back on the Japanese man.

He wasn't sure why she made him nervous. It could have been that he knew she was stronger than all the other soldiers he had encountered. It could have been because Dr. J thought so highly of the virtually unknown woman. It could have been that a spark in her eyes betrayed the same hidden insecurity he felt in himself. Or it even could have been her crazy-beautiful attitude that he saw duo gravitating towards. Heero wasn't exactly sure, but he knew that Codename: Kamikaze would not be his failure. He would help her overcome her demons Dr. J assured him were there. He would make her stronger and more dedicated. He would complete his mission. At least that's what he convinced himself as he left the divine wind's room

 All right, guys. How'd you like it? Please review and tell me how you want to see it go. I'm not sure how long it will be but I know it has a lot more to go. Email me at samthegreat@hotmail.com with suggestions. Thanks! Ja-ne!