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…
Yuri content: yep this is a Haruka and Michiru stuff, yes they are in love…yeah…with each other, nothing graphic on this fic….
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Fighting Destiny
Chapter 8 "Broken Wings"
Michiru arrived in the morning and was greeted by Setsuna and Hotaru who asked a trillion of things about all the places she visited, then after the thousand questions were asked they told her about everything they had done in her absence, of course omitting the fact that Haruka stayed all the month in the house. Hotaru gave her a birthday present that was a nice card made by her, Michiru saw it and smiled, hugging the little girl strongly, Setsuna gave her a beautiful suit also 'homemade' and the violinist smiled more, she truly have missed them. Time passed quickly and suddenly it was past afternoon, she prepared herself to meet Rukawa. At 7:00 o clock the tall man arrived and took Michiru. Hotaru looked to Setsuna slightly worried, Setsuna mirrored her face.
They arrived to the restaurant; they ate, laughed and had fun. Strangely the man commented nothing about business, thing that was good because this made Michiru think of him as a friendly relationship and not as employer-employee.
Finally, Rukawa presented his gift to the aqua haired beauty, he handed a large black box. Michiru took it and opened it gasping immediately "Oh you shouldn't have…" she whispered taking her hand to her mouth amazed with the present, inside the box was a beautiful platinum bracelet.
He smiled charmingly "Oh come on don't be so modest you deserve the best" she said this in such a gentle and tender way that she had to smile. She put it on immediately "Thanks Rukawa, it's absolutely beautiful."
"A jewel for a jewel" he answered making Michiru to wonder about his intentions.
"Michiru I want to tell you something but don't think I expect anything…not after all you have been through…" he waited for her to nod "I just wanted you to know that I'm in love with you" she stayed there open mouthed with out a word to say.
Haruka checked her watch '11:00 pm…maybe I should visit her…I mean I want to see her and by the way I can congratulate her about her birthday…by this time her 'dinner' with that asshole should have ended' she stood up taking her car keys and left her apartment.
She drove and saw a strange car about to park outside the house of the Outers, she saw and it was Michiru…'with that asshole' her mind added. She was curious so she slowed down and turned her lights off, approaching slowly to see them, she parked at a safe distance. She saw him stepping out of the car and going to the other side to open Michiru's door 'What a gentleman' she thought sarcastically, but then her interest was highly peeked when the man extended his hand smiling and Michiru took it without hesitation 'What the fuck…?' jealousy began to fill her body she got out of the car and approached a little more and in the next second she wanted to be dead, now and there. The man escorted her to front door, both smiling still holding hands, slowly he cupped her face and leaned slowly 'No…no, this can't be happening!'
Haruka's mind raced, but in that second her heart was squeezed and broken into a million of pieces, like shards of glass, the man kissed Michiru slowly, and it got worse when the aqua haired girl let him. Haruka closed her eyes in pain and stood there; her breathing became heavy, and it hurt to do it. She saw in a masochist way the scene that was being unfolded before her. The man deepened the kiss and Haruka felt like dying. He kissed her passionately and finally after some excruciating seconds they parted, they said their goodbyes and the man left.
Haruka returned to her car and slumped in the seat. She tried to breath but she was unable to do it, it hurt…it was horrible, the most terrible pain she's ever felt, her eyes were full of tears and they fell without end "I have lost…" she whispered to no one in particular. She closed her green eyes and felt the worse thing in her life: the sharp and dull edge of lost love; she turned the car on and accelerated immediately, Setsuna that was on the window saw all the display, Michiru, Rukawa and Haruka. She shocked her head in disbelief. The yellow corvette disappeared in the highway at lightening speed.
Haruka stopped at a bar 'Shimatta…this can't be happening' she shouted in her mind, 'what I am going to do?' she sighed deeply her heart hurt, everything her mind and soul were bleeding she wanted to beat the shit out of that guy, she wanted to kill him but at the same time she knew that she has lost her, that it was her own fault and that she deserved that. She entered the bar, and slumped herself on a chair "Sir, what are you going to take?" the bartender asked at the sight in front of him 'He looks heartbroken' he thought when Haruka seemed lost on her own thoughts, the man sighed and took a small glass and poured some liquor on it.
Haruka looked confused at the man's behavior and tried to refuse but the man interrupted "This is for free…It looks like you need it" then gave a pitiful smile. Haruka answered with a head nod and took the small glass on her hand; she stared at it and then swallowed it all completely. A hour later she was dizzy 'chatting' with the bar tender "All women are the same, we make a mistake and they send us straight to hell" Haruka smiled at the comment "yep, and then the nezt thin' they do is to go and grab the first person they see!" then she sighed "Gee life suckz…" The man served her another, she looked at the glass and in a defeated kind of tone she whispered to herself "Haruka, this iz ouver…understad it!" she took her cellphone and after some tries she was able to dial a number correctly, Oikawa's number, the answering machine was on she breathed deeply and tried to compose herself "Oikawa….thiz is Haruka…eh, iz the offer still availabele…if it is I would like to fly az soon as possible…thankz!?" then she hung up. 'Oky..its done…I'm gonna live this fucking city, no the country! The whole goddamned country…I'll let you live your life Michiru…don't worry…I won't be an obstacle…'
Somehow Haruka arrived to her apartment in one piece; she stumbled to the door, and fought with the doorknob trying to open it. She muttered a row of courses, unable to be understood in her current state. She finally opened the door and entered her apartment; she kicked the door and tossed everything that was within her reach, she slammed her room's door, and punched the wall with her right fist. She threw herself in the bed and cried bitterly, she pounded on the soft mattress with her fists.
In the morning, or better said some hours later, Haruka had a terrible headache, but it was nothing compared what she felt in her heart. She saw her path of destruction "Damn…the insurance is not going to pay this…" she went to the bathroom and checked herself on the mirror. Her hair was a mess, and her face was extremely pale, her eyes blood shot and with black circles under them.
The phone ringed, she walked while holding her throbbing temples and put the speaker on "What?!" she barked annoyed at the stinging ring "Haruka are you ok?"
She softened her tone a little, just enough to be civil "Oikawa, yes…I'm okay…just with a terrible headache"
"I guessed that by the way you sounded yesterday…" in a light scolding tone.
"Well, if I want to rip my own head off that's none of your business!" Haruka shouted angry at his reply.
"Calm down…Are you okay?" he asked again but this time concerned.
"No, I'm not…"
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"It, it, it…" she repeated sarcastically "No I don't, I don't want to remember IT"
"Ok, but what you said yesterday was it true?"
"Yes, I want to leave this fucking country…"
"When?" worried at her use of language.
"The faster the better…"