Disclaimer: all rightly everyone repeat after me 'I do not own Sailor Moon or any sailor' I'm just gonna play a bit them but I promise to return them in time….*Evil*, cutting the crap we all know that Sailor moon and the sailor senshi belong to Naoko Takeuchi and we are glad of that aren't we?

Rating: This is NOT a lemon (yet…hehehe); this is just a piece of anguish and romance…about Haruka and Michiru…and Usagi….and someone else…

Yuri content: yep this is a Haruka and Michiru stuff, yes they are in love…yeah…with each other, nothing graphic on this fic….

A/N:  Thanks for reviewing folks! It's been great to know that you have liked this story so far, it really motivates me =)

Fighting Destiny

Chapter 3 "The cold taste of success"

Michiru told everything to Setsuna, they talked for hours. Michiru that was usually cool and controlled, was unrecognizable she kept crying and babbling incoherently her face and eyes red; until at some point she had no more tears to shred, although she wished she had.

"Michiru it's late, I think you need to rest" Setsuna told her gently. Michiru checked her watch; it was past midnight. She nodded slightly. They both went upstairs, the time senshi looked the mess that was Michiru's room 'boy it hit her hard' she stopped Michiru's tracks "Why don't you sleep on my room, I-I will fix this…" Michiru was glad the least she needed was to sleep on a room full of memories, anger and sadness.

Michiru went to Setsuna's room and fell in the bed, she was dead tired, she wanted to cry but nothing came, she closed her eyes, hoping that today was a nightmare, a horrible nightmare that would end with the morning. Setsuna checked Michiru and she found that she was fast slept. 'Haruka, why you did it?'  She asked herself, but she already knew the answer, she knew what will happen and how things will end…the sole thought made her heart ache.

The days passed and Haruka never called; everyone thought that at least she would call Hotaru but she was unable to do it, she was ashamed of what she did. Usagi visited them few days later. She apologized telling Michiru exactly what happened that day. Michiru knew she could not blame the princess of what happened first because it was Haruka's fault and then because she knew she was incredible innocent. Usagi cried asking for forgiveness; Michiru saw that the younger girl was having a rough time, she had black circles on her eyes mirroring her own, proof of her lack of sleep, she was crying there openly asking for forgiveness. Michiru softened her face "Princess don't cry…I forgive you" Usagi's face lightened "and, and… what are you going to do with Haruka-san?"

Michiru's face tensed slightly and her voice was added with something: hatred "We are over…as senshi we can fight together if it's needed but our personal relationship is over…"

"I'm sorry to hear that…" said the princess while she began to cry again not for the revelation but for what she saw: Michiru hated Haruka and that hurt her deeply. For her, the couple was the living proof that true and everlasting love existed, but now it was all over, and the knowing that she caused that break up was overwhelming.

Haruka arrived to her apartment, she was glad she never sold it her mind shifted to her memories with Michiru there 'It's been a long time since…' she cut her thoughts she didn't want to remember 'long time since I lost her'. She has lost contact with everyone; she didn't want to talk about and she knew that if she saw the inners they would have asked for her. She was seated near the window and saw the lights under her. Yes, Tokio was indeed a beautiful city.

She had been under a big depression, but in her own personal style. She spent all her time on the gym or in the track, her driving became better and her body was sharper than ever but she was incomplete…her soul was incomplete and that was killing her. A ringing got her out of her reverie, she watched how the answering machine activated 'This is Tenoh Haruka, please leave your message after the sound…' her own recorded voice answered

A deep voice greeted "Haruka, remember me? I'm Tetsuya Oikawa, I have seen that your driving has been great lately; if you keep like that you will be too close to win the F1 Championship aren't ya? Well if you want to remember good old times call me I'm going to be in Tokio this week! See ya buddy"

"Oikawa.." she mused. He has been one of her few friends, in fact he was her first sponsor, the man also raced but preferred the business stuff so he quit, although he was still known in the circuit for sponsoring the best racers in America and all over the world. 'Should I call him?' she stood up and saw the Number on the ID screen, she dialed it "Oikawa, how are you?"

"Haruka! I have just left a message on your phone" a joyful and surprised voice answered her.

"Yeah, sorry I taking a shower" she lied "Are you really coming to Tokio?"

"Yes, I arrive on Friday, I'm really looking forward to see you, when is your last race?" he asked in his business tone.

"Well, on weekend I have to become first to earn my ticket to the final" although her racing was great she lost some races because of her and Michiru's break up, the team asked her what happened and she refused to talk about it, the mechanic was the only one that suspected because he noticed that the Aqua haired girl hasn't came in a long time, and Haruka stop talking about her.

"Well, why don't we see after you win the race?" he said casually.

"Oikawa…" she warned, although she loved to be arrogant in work she was pretty professional she never took a race for granted.

"Come on you love it! "he teased her, "You know you are going to win, if not you wouldn't be the arrogant Tenoh Haruka I know!" she laughed lightly he knew her so well after all this time.

"Ok, see you soon, it was nice to talk to you" she said her goodbyes casually, she was glad of talk with him but his last sentence hit home too close.

"Ok, see ya champ!" then the line went dead, she smiled "same old guy as always" Oikawa was a forty-something man, almost fifty but he was good looking and he possessed a juvenile air that drove women crazy, add that he was rich, funny and intelligent. Haruka considered him as the older brother she never had… in fact you could say that she appreciated him as the father she never met. 

Michiru ended her solo and the audience burst in deafening applauses and cheers. The auditorium was huge and completely full. All the people stood up and applauded, Michiru smile and gave a slight reverence winning the audience completely, people threw her roses and soon the floor was covered with them although the always present yellow rose wasn't there 'stop living in the past Michiru' she scolded herself and went backstage, there she was congratulated by the whole staff, praising her exquisite talent and beauty. Everyone told her that they have never heard her so perfect and the reason was that she was using all her free time on practicing, she still spent time with Setsuna and Hotaru, and sometimes the inners but without Haruka she had a lot of free time…

She went straight to her changing room and saw all the gifts there. Indeed this was the best time of her career: fan-letters, roses, balloons, gifts, everything but at the same nothing, it all meant nothing with out the happiness of love. Some minutes later someone knocker the door, Michiru opened the door and smiled there was Rukawa, her manager, he smiled charmingly "How are you Michi?" she flinched a little the only one that has ever called her like that was Haruka, but she understood immediately that he knew about her actual crisis although she hasn't mentioned her breaking with Haruka he knew they had problems since the blonde woman hasn't appeared in a long time.

Haruka always disliked him; well in fact she despised him first because he was young and handsome with dark brown hair and brow eyes; he was tall and possessed an athletic body but also because he was a nice, simple guy.

"Better Rukawa…" he approached slowly "You played beautiful today…but I was able to sense some kind of sadness there…Michiru, what happened? Why are you not playing like you used to?" he held her shoulders "Why aren't you enjoying the violin hmmm?" he pressed the issue further after the hesitation in Michiru's face "Where's the happiness and the vigor of your playing?" she tried to answer it but she was unable to do it, she looked at him defeated "I…Haruka…we…" He encouraged her by squeezing her right shoulder lightly "You had a fight?" he asked, he knew that Haruka and Michiru were lovers, also he knew that both were girls but he was a very open minded person so he never minded "Yes…" Michiru answered the tears threatening her eyes again, but this time she controlled herself, she promised that she would never cry again for her, never.

"How bad?" he asked worried about her. "We-we broke up…" she blurted, he was shocked, he never thought he would hear that words "I'm sorry…but you know I'm your friend right?" she nodded lightly "if you need to talk, anything, call me…I want to help you." He cupped her face lightly, she smiled gratefully "thanks" she whispered, he nodded and then he left.

She prepared herself, she had to get early to home; tomorrow she had another concert, the opening for her tour was here in Tokyo, then she would travel to the whole country and if everything went fine, as it was expected she would travel world wide. She even had the offer of doing her first CD, but she declined saying that she preferred to tour the whole world first and then she would like to make the CD. The recording enterprise said that it was ok, since that way she could spend more time to write more and newer songs.

The big day arrived; Haruka was in her red fire suit checking her racing car a last time by herself. She took her helmet and gave the signal to the mechanics "Haruka don't worry, everything will be ok!" said the mechanic knowing that Haruka needed some reassurance; if she lost today she won't be on the Japan's final race. The whole team checked the car again and gave their good looks to it. Haruka felt the wind caressing her face as trying to calm her "I wish you were here…" she whispered to her, she was nervous the adrenaline running from waiting, she wanted to race so badly, she wanted to be the wind to run from everything as fast as she could, to run from her problems and never stop…but in that moment she was called to her place, the race was about to begin, her heart began to pound furiously.

She received good lucks from all the team, she greeted some of the other racers then she sited inside the car, she took the steering wheel, feeling the adrenaline increase in her body, feeling how it ran through her veins. Yes, she has indeed lived for this moment. Suddenly the gun fired and the race began, she pushed the pedal and took the wheel stronger. Fast, she was on the first places battling with two other racers that she knew were as good as her. In that moment all she was thinking was winning this race until her mind played her a bad joke, and she began to think about Michiru, how she wished she were there, with her. Immediately she pushed the thoughts aside and discovered that she has downed two places and now she was the fifth. 'Concentrate Haruka!' she shouted to herself, and in that moment she pushed the gas further "all or nothing" she growled, then with an incredible precision she zoomed going from right to left and in matter of seconds she passed all her 'enemies', she saw in the mirror how the people was amazed, cheering for the 'Great Tenoh Racer' she gave a wolf-like grin some of her pride coming to her. She would give the best race she has had to the public, her grip on the wheel tensed and she took one of the most difficult curves easily, her speed not decreasing in the minimal, she saw that the other racers were behind her but not so far so she pushed the pedal a little bit more, preparing for the most dangerous turn.

"Haruka's gone crazy" said one of the members of her team when he saw the car at lighting speed "She is going to crash if she doesn't slow down!" the mechanic shouted "Damn! What are you thinking Haruka?"

The public were astonished; Haruka was going as fast as she could, faster than anyone, daring all the racers to try to catch her. Everyone held her breath.

"And Tenoh Haruka is increasing the speed!  That's dangerous, the next turn is the MOST difficult of the whole circuit, it has been the END of many racers! But Haruka hasn't slowed down!! And he is about to take the turn…" a long pause came "….and he MADE IT!!" the TV shouted in excitement, the little girl breathed again she thought that her pappa has gone crazy or something like that, she had tears in her eyes. "Please pappa, be careful" she whispered while wiping the tears with her hand.

The crowd was cheering, everyone shouting at the great demonstration of Haruka. The other racers were shocked; they never thought he would make it…not in one piece. Haruka slowed down and felt all the excitement on her body she has never gone that fast not while racing and not in a turn she knew was as deadly as jumping a cliff with out parachute. "Huuf!" she exhaled "That was close!" she checked and finally it was there the checkered flag, and she was about to cross the line 'just a little bit more' she thought. Then accelerating again she crossed the line flying, then giving a display of her driving she slowed and gave a 180 degree turn ending on the grass. The crowd exploded cheering and applauding to the great driver. She got out of the car and took out her helmet, then she hold it high on the air, the public cheered more, the girls shouting things like 'marry me', 'I love you' and sending flying kisses. She gave them a smile, 'if only they knew' she thought grinning as a Cheshire cat.   

"Here he is the winner of this outstanding race: Tenoooooh Harukaaa!"  A voice said while Haruka ascended to the 1st place step, followed by other two racers that were happy but jealous at the same time. "You are a great racer Tenoh" said one of them shaking her hand the other one said "you are crazy Tenoh, I always knew it!" soaking her with champagne, she smiled and quickly the three racers were splashing each other with their bottles. Haruka received the trophy of today's race and a flower bouquet, the image faded with the credits, and the best images of the race, ending with Haruka's face smiling. Hotaru touched the display of the TV with her hand as if trying to touch the blonde's face "I miss you pappa…" a tear rolled down "I miss you so much…"    

To be continued…

Oh we have arrived to the third chapter!! Cool isn't it? This was a little bit light but don't worry next ones will be dramatic…or almost dramatic…you'll enjoy them I bet you! Thanks for the reviews they help a lot…you know the mechanic don't you? You review I write…simple isn't?  hehehhe really thanks for the reviews.

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