Killings: Hey, lets get away...
Sailormoon (Haruka) fanfiction
immo - R
Its been pretty light reading. Nothing too dark. And some of you are complaining that there's not enough
violence, mayhem and sex. Well... too bad. Lol. But maybe that'll change soon? Who knows? But I always
aim to please.
Forgot to give a shoutouts to my readers at Hamena dot org. Guys, you rock! Been there since the
beginning and I'm glad you still waiting for me. This chapter's for you!
Michiru touched her jaw gingerly, wincing at the pain. Foundation might hide the bruising, but
the swelling looked like it wasn't going away anytime soon.
'Maybe if I...' Michiru picked up a scarf and wrapped it around her neck, hoping that it might
lessen how swollen her jaw was. 'Haruka would notice it for sure...'
Minako had passed along the message to Michiru that Haruka wanted to see her. And despite her
affiliations... Michiru wanted to see Haruka. Genuinely wanted to see the blonde assassin.
Said blonde was at the moment, in a store buying new clothes to replace the ones Yaten had
ruined. They had had a lovely date. They caught an afternoon movie and lunch. During lunch, Haruka had
attempted to tell Yaten that she could not have these feelings for her.
Lunch + Angry Yaten not good for Haruka.
"Bitch," Haruka swore under her breath as she slipped into a comfortable pair of jeans and a
plain black t-shirt. A fatique-patterned cap covered her head. After she had washed the soda drink out
of her hair, she had given up styling it and bought a hat. Looking at herself in the mirror, she nodded
in satisfaction. Though not the usual somber fitted suits she was used to, this would do. She slipped
into the brand new addidas that she had just bought and swore again. Not only had Yaten's hissy fit
ruined her clothes and hair, but the soda had also managed to work its way into her shoes and made them
squishy with liquid.
'I should have changed,' Haruka bemoaned the loss of her suit. She had had a morning meeting
with her boss, or else she would have been in something more casual and disposable. 'There didn't seem
to be THAT much soda in that cup.'
Haruka slipped on her arm holsters, tucking her chosen guns for the day in them, then shrugged
on a casual blazer she had also taken off the rack to hide her weapons. Haruka emerged from the
changeroom, and the salesgirl nearly drooled at the figure Haruka cut. Either because Haruka looked good
in what she was wearing or at the commission she was going to make off of Haruka's new wardrobe.
"Credit," Handing over the piece of plastic, she sighed again. Her dry-clean only suit. Ruined.
And now she felt like she was dressed like a little kid. Glancing at her watch, she quickly signed for
her purchases, then left the store.
'Half an hour to kill.' Haruka glanced at her watch. 'What to do--'
Her phone suddenly rang, and she picked it up. "Tenoh here."
"Haruka, when are you going to be back?" Rei sounded mightily pleased.
"I don't think so. Why?"
There was the sound of pots and pans clattering in the background. "Hotaru and I were going to
whip you up a celebratory dinner. Yaten came back crying up a storm and she's locked herself into her
room. We assume that we have you to thank for that."
Haruka cringed. "Is she alright."
"Oh, she'll be fine." Rei said off-handedly. Haruka had a sneaking suspicion that Rei was just
saying that to get her off her back. "But yeah, Hotaru and I are both extremely happy. Hotaru can watch
TV now that Yaten's holed up in her room, and I don't have to run errands for that high-maintanence you
-know-what."
"That's not nice, Rei." Haruka laughed. It wasn't nice, but it sure as hell was funny.
"Hold on, hold on, Hotaru wants to talk to you--"
"--Papa, papa, papa!" Hotaru squealed excitedly. "We're making roast! Come home for dinner!"
"Sorry baby, I can't." Haruka could just see Hotaru wilt in disappointment. "I've got a date
tonight."
"Oooo!" Hotaru's glee came back. "Papa's got a daaaate!"
Rei commandeered the phone again. "Anyways..." The priestess tried to sound casual. "Since
you're not coming home, I was thinking... do you have Minako's number?"
Haruka laughed loudly now, and people walking by her looked at the blonde strangely, but she
ignored them and continued her conversation. "Oh man, Rei. I knew it! I knew it!"
"What?" Rei asked defensively. The hijinxes from the day before had forced the people involved
to spend a lot of time together. While 'Teesha' was more reserved and seemed to try her best to answer
all the blonde's questions with monosyllabic answers; Rei had actually enjoyed the inquisitive blonde's
company. Like Usagi, Minako was a ray of sunshine on Rei's perpetually solemn personality.
"You have a thing for blondes. Dumb blondes at that."
"No! And that's rude!" Rei's denial and defense of dumb blondes everywhere sounded weak even to
her own ears. "Okay... fine. I might. But just as friends!"
"Whatever, man. Hold on..." Haruka went through her phone's phonebook. "I got her number for you
here, you idiot."
"Thank you!"
"Okay, have fun tonight. Put Hotaru to bed before any hanky panky starts, okay?"
"Haruka! We're just having dinner! I don't even know if she swings that way--"
"But you're gonna find out tonight, right?" Haruka teased. "Oh, put Seiya on the line. She'll be
ready with the video camera when that happens!"
Rei let out a squawk of outrage before she hung up on the blonde assassin. Haruka chuckled and
tucked her phone away. Now... what to do for the half-hour until the meeting time...?
'Hello,' Haruka's sensitive ears caught the sounds of the electronic beeps and pings of an
arcade. It called to her and she heeded the call of that alluring siren. 'What have we here?'
Michiru stood in front of the arcade, looking hesitant. For some odd reason, instead of going to
the meeting place, her feet had brought her to this place. She was fifteen minutes early and she had
time to kill. This wouldn't be the first place she chose to spend time, but she felt... drawn to it. To
be more specific, she felt drawn to the racing consoles, where one young man seemed to be dominating the
track. It was four racing consoles hooked up together, and all competitors tried furiously to catch up
to the young man in the fatique-patterned cap. Totally at east, he sat back in his seat, manuevering his
pixelized vehicle with ease.
"Oh man, look at him go!" One young girl, barely into her teens squealed. Michiru could almost
imagine hearts in this girl's eyes. "He's soooo cool!"
The people who had dared to challenge the stranger slumped in their seats, their body language
relaying the defeat they felt. The crowd that had gathered to watch this brilliant racer jeered the
losers, and in their distraction; Michiru quickly slipped into a vacated seat.
'There's time for one game.' Michiru slipped a few coins in the slot, then leaned forward to
peek at the winner, who was now, apparently, taking a quick nap while waiting for new challengers. He
didn't even glance at the people who left, or the people who joined. 'Well, Tenoh Haruka. Its time I
kicked you off that high horse of yours, hm?'
The spots quickly filled, as other people eagerly slipped their money in. Some even had racing
gloves! Arcade pros were drawn to this young man who was a stranger among them and sought to take their
place in the coveted number 1 spot.
As soon as the light blinked to green, two of the four drivers were off like a shot, while the
other two waited. one, because she arrogantly knew she would win by a large margin if she didn't give
her challengers a head start, and the other one just wanted to annoy the blonde.
As the two racers who had gone first past the halfway mark, the two who had waited started off,
their movements synchronized. When Haruka shifted up a gear, so did Michiru. When Haruka executed a
drift turn, Michiru did also. They were basically neck and neck, and in no time at all, had past the two
racers who had gotten a head-start. Now, Haruka tried every trick in the book to shake off the race car
that followed her so closely. Haruka was still ahead, but not by much. In her rearview mirror, this car
stayed stubbornly behind her.
Despite the close proximity, there could only be one, and Haruka knew smugly that she was the
one. Haruka passed the finish line a good few seconds ahead of Michiru. The blonde turned to face her
opponent, meaning to congratulate whoever it was for such a good race but stopped dead in her tracks
when she saw Michiru.
"Oh, hey." Haruka grinned sheepishly.
"Were you going to ditch our date?" Michiru teased.
Haruka immediately glanced at her watch and held it out to her, protesting. "I have five
minutes! I was going to leave right now!"
"Sure," Michiru rolled her eyes and got out of her chair, heading for the exit and smiling to
herself. She knew Haruka would follow.
"Heyheyhey," Haruka caught up to Michiru at the entrance and embraced her from behind. Breathing
in the scent of the aqua-haired woman's heavenly scent, Haruka burrowed her face into those silken waves
feeling a peace steal over her. "Hey, don't go."
"Don't you want to play your little game?" Michiru leaned back. How did Haruka do that? Just...
holding her like that made her feel so at ease. So loved. How long have they known each other? Not long
at all.
"Michiru, I'm so glad you decided to come..." Haruka trailed off when she got a good look at
Michiru's face. The assassin's face went pale with rage. "Again, Michiru?"
"Well, you know what they say," Michiru tried a joke. "My uncle has a mean back-hand."
Haruka touched Michiru's swelling jaw, frowning when her touch made Michiru hiss with pain. This
was crazy. What was Michiru doing to her? All she wanted to do was protect her...
"Hey, lets get away," Haruka crooned, making a decision. Michiru tilted her head to one side,
amused at Haruka's attempt at singing and her choice of song. She recognized the song, though not a lot
of people would suspect that the violinist listened to anything outside of anything harder than soft
rock. "And get a room on the other side of town..."
"Hey baby I was thinking of you." Michiru smiled, agreeing to Haruka's melodic question.
"So... Serena?" Minako looked at Seiya, who had let her hair down and attempted to look as much
a girl as she could. "What did you say you do?"
"Nothing, nothing." Seiya laughed lightly. "I'm just a distant relation of Haruka's, and my
sisters and I are just visiting on her request. You know," Seiya leaned forward and leered at Minako. "I
have a weakness for pretty blondes, so I just HAD to accept."
"Huh." Minako smiled obliviously. "Well, that's very nice of you."
The night was turning out horribly. Rei had finally gotten up the guts to call Minako over for
dinner. Everything that could possibly go wrong went wrong. The spaghetti was raw, the sauce was too
spicy, Hotaru had bumped her head into a cupboard and also sent the bottle of wine Rei had set aside,
crashing to the floor. Then Minako arrived. The one spot of light on this dark evening. She had helped
calm the crying Hotaru down and wipe up the mess. And then Seiya, who had shut herself up in her room,
had wandered into the kitchen and immediately started hitting on Minako.
'Goddamnit... I just want this night to end.' Rei took a draught of the Molson Canadian marked
'Haruka's beer' on the label. The spaghetti was relatively untouched and Seiya had saved the day by
preparing several sandwiches that were surprisingly really good. Thank god Yaten was still closed up in
her room with Taiki for company. They sat on the couch, watching SpongeBob Squarepants.
Seating order?
Hotaru, Rei, Minako, Seiya.
"Reiiii..." Hotaru whined when Rei made a movement. Obviously sleepy.
"Well, look at the time!" Rei exclaimed loudly and scooped up Hotaru into her arms. "I think its
time for Hotaru's bedtime!"
Without another word, Rei ran for Hotaru room (which doubled as Haruka's room) and tucked her
into bed, hoping that Seiya would get the hint and either see their guest off or... go somewhere else.
"Auntie Rei?" Hotaru held out her arms. "Hug?"
"Of course." How could anyone deny that simple request? Rei gave the girl a great big hug, ones
that Hotaru described as 'squishing the air out of her', and it always reduced Hotaru to fits of
delighted giggles. "Need anything else?"
"Ladybug light?" Hotaru used the puppydog eyes. Rei turned on Haruka's gift and planted a kiss
on Hotaru's forehead. "Thank you! Goodnight, Rei!"
"Goodnight, sweetie." Rei had slowly backed up to the door and shut off the main lights in the
room, leaving only the cheery glow of the ladybug lamp to illuminate the room.
"That's so cute!" A whispered breath against her ear made Rei jump a bit. Minako stood right
behind her, and had been apparently watching the entire scene.
"Hey, um, what are you doing?" Rei asked.
"I'm waiting for you." Minako gave Rei a cute pout. "Serena said you'd take me out for coffee."
"Sere--right. Serena." Rei's opinion of Seiya, which had plummeted at the start of the evening,
now rose. "Well, I'm just going to grab a jacket--"
Rei headed to the hallway closet and mentally cursed when the phone rang.
"Rei!" Seiya poked her head out of her room. "Get that?"
They had all decided that none of the three sisters should pick up any calls, which meant Rei,
who was not a phone person at all, had to take them.
"Hello?" Rei asked gruffly.
"Ms Hino?" Mr Slobodianik's voice was a very recognizable one.
"Sir." Rei said respectfully. Mr Tsukino had instructed her that Mr Slobodianik be treated with
the utmost respect and if the russian should call upon her services, if they were within reason, she
should try her best to help.
"I have been trying to find my Haruka." Sacha's voice was tense. "Do you happen to know where
she is? I have instructed her to be easy to reach in these times... do you know where she is? I am a bit
worried."
"Haruka never turns off her cellphone." Rei said aloud, but quickly tried to reassure the mob
boss. "But I'm sure she's alright. She told me she was going out with someone. You know. Going out." Rei
emphasized the last two words.
"Oh. OH." Mr Slobodianik chuckled.
"Is there anything important? Maybe--"
"No, no. It is nothing big. But please remind her to keep her cellphone on." Sacha chuckled
again. "I sound like a father. You have a good night, Ms Hino."
"Same to you, sir." Rei hung up and smiled at Minako apologetically. "I'm sorry."
"Its alright." Minako shrugged. "Shall we go?"
"Yeah, lets." Rei grabbed her jacket from the closet, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. What
if they didn't hit it off like yesterday? What if things went wrong?
They rode the elevator in silence, but as soon as they got to the main floor, Minako hooked her
arm in Rei's, tugging her along. "I know this really nice little cafe just around the corner. Come on!"
Pulled in by that sunny smile, Rei just nodded mutely and followed the girl. It was so easy for
Minako to draw Rei into an animated conversation, to open up to her. Minako's disposition coaxed Rei's
smile into a full-fledged grin. And after the coffee, they decided to walk around the city and enjoy the
sights.
"You're serious?" Minako laughed.
"I'm serious! She was covered head to toe in cake, and bawling her eyes out." Rei's fond
recollections of Usagi did make her yearn for her charge a little, but Minako seemed to change the pain
she usually felt into a happy sort of sadness.
Even though there was a war going on in the underworld, of which Rei was kind of connected to,
being out here at night like this, under the stars was so... freeing. It was at this moment that Rei
suddenly felt this overwhelming feeling of well-being for the world and no matter how corny it sounded.
She realized, as she looked up at the star-studded sky, that being apart from Usagi had helped with that
healing. Though she was still attached to Usagi, it was good to take a step back. She still loved the
girl very much, but now she could see there were always other options. Rei was very thankful to Haruka
for putting up with her for the past few weeks and taking care of her in her own little ways.
"You see that?" Minako leaned in close so Rei could follow her line of sight and pointed up at a
yellow star. "That, is Venus."
"Oh, aren't you the astronomer." teased Rei.
"Shut up!" Minako pushed Rei playfully. "Okay smartypants, lets see you find a constellation or
a planet or something!"
"Easy." Rei pointed up to a blinking red star. "That, my dear Minako, is the planet Mars."
"Ha. Right."
"That's the one thing in the sky I learned to identify besides the big dipper and the little
dipper. That's Mars." Rei insisted and turned her head to look at Minako, and because of their close
proximity, ended up a few centimetres from Minako's flawless face. A few seconds of stunned silence
raced through their respective heads, before Rei turned away first.
"Um," Minako tried to rescue the both of them from that awkward situation. "Why... why Mars?"
"I remember... when I was really little, my mother pointed out Mars to me. Said it would watch
over me when she was gone." Rei regarded the planet shining so far away in the distance. "And then she
died the next day."
"I'm... I'm sorry."
"You don't have to apologize." Rei shook her head. "She died a long time ago and unless you have
something to tell me, to my knowledge, her death wasn't your fault at all."
Minako laughed and wrapped her hands around her shoulders. "Geez, its getting cold."
"Here," Rei quickly shed her jacket and draped it over Minako's shoulders.
"Enough room for two in here," Minako held one side of the jacket open. A chill wind came
running past them and swept away any arguments Rei would've had, sending her scurrying into the welcome
warmth of a shared jacket.
Michiru's only clothing was a sheet wrapped loosely around her body. One tug would expose that
beautiful body to anybody who cared to see. Well, the only other person in the room was asleep on the
bed. Michiru looked over the blonde's naked form tenderly, feeling that inexplicable tug towards the
assassin. Haruka had made love to her in every sense of the word. It was at once excrutiatingly slow and
yet so fast it took her breath away. Hours of bliss. Not to say Michiru hadn't been able to teach Haruka
a thing or two. The blonde was actually surprised at Michiru's... skill.
"Baby, are you up?" Michiru's movements towards the bed sent the sheet that covered her body, to
the ground unchecked. She crawled sensuously onto the bed, hands running up smooth calves, over firm
muscled buttocks, over sculpted back. But Haruka didn't answer her.
"Sleeping?" Michiru suddenly smacked Haruka on aforementioned firm muscled buttocks. No
response. "good girl."
At the bottom of Michiru's purse, a little bottle of tranquilizers in pill form, rested. They
had done their job. Reaching over to the nightstand, Michiru's hand passed over Haruka's, which she had
turned off because people kept calling, and picked up her own cellphone. Quickly dialing a number she
had recognized by heart, she didn't have long to wait before someone answered.
"Yeah."
"Its me. Where are you?"
"I'm here." The sound of several car doors slamming shut transmitted over the phone line. "Which
room?"
"Room 12. Give me a minute or two to make myself decent."
"Okay. Don't want the boys to catch an eyeful, do you?"
"Maybe," Michiru responded playfully. "Two minutes, top."
"Two minutes." The line went dead.
Michiru slipped into her underwear and her blouse, then gave the unconscious figure on the bed a
thoughtful glance.
The door to room 12 opened and a lone women followed by a small group of men entered, but paused
at the sight of Michiru who was just slipping into her dress.
"Two minutes, Michiru." The leader grunted. She picked up a sheet and held it up to block
Michiru's body from sight, while glaring at the staring men. "Hurry up you idiots! Get her and lets get
gone!"
"Hey, the boys deserve a little eyecandy now and again." Michiru coolly zipped up the side
zipper of her ankle-length dress. "And Haruka looked a little bit cold, so I thought she might need the
clothes more than I do."
"Mich--"
"No emotions," Michiru waved her hand impatiently, watching the men administer Haruka another
sedative, this time through a needle. Just in case she woke up before they reached their destination.
"Don't worry, none involved. She was way too easy. I just want to make sure she lasts for a while."
"You're attached to her."
"Maybe."
The men rolled the fully-clothed Haruka up in one of the bedsheets and carried her out
carefully.
"Attachment requires emotions."
"Stop with that." Michiru strode over to the nightstand and picked up the two cellphones on the
table and handed Haruka's cellphone to the tall woman. "Take this. Send this to Mr Slobodianik with a
note... something witty and dry that implies heavily that my uncle had a hand in Haruka's
disappearance."
"I can't write anything witty if its your uncle." The woman scoffed.
"Setsuna, think of something, please." Michiru glanced over at the clock on the nightstand
impatiently. "I'm going back to uncle's house. Nobody knows I was gone?"
"No, ma'am." Setsuna shook her head.
"Good. Take care of business and I'll be in contact. Don't let anything bad happen to my girl.
She's very pretty." Michiru waved a goodbye and was out the door.
Meioh Setsuna looked around the room, then at the cellphone in her hand. She had had a run-in
with Haruka once, thankfully, an amiable one where they had been partnered by the same employer to take
out certain associates who were not being reasonable. To get caught so easily... Setsuna shook her head
and pocketed Haruka's cellphone.
How's that for all y'all:D Excuse the errors, babes. I try ;) Heyyyy lets get away. In case you guys
are wondering, the song is TI's Lets Get Away. I can totally NOT see Michiru listening to this song.
lol.