Haruka straightened the green tie of the boy's school uniform she wore and cleared her throat. The doorman, wearing a slick tuxedo that might have considered for herself, opened the door to her. The man looked her over.
"Good Morning sir. Do you have an appointment with Mr. Kaioh?" he asked in an answering machine-like voice;
"No, I'm just here to pick up Michiru."
The doorman gave her a strange look and then let her into the house.
"Mr. Kaioh has been expecting you. He will be here in a minute."
The man closed the door and walked up the stairs to inform Hiroshi that the pest he had been warned about was back.
Haruka took the time to look around the place. The estate was a bit smaller than her family heirloom that she stayed at while she attended Mugen Academy, but the furnishing and adornments were much more grand.

Michiru's exquisite paintings of the ocean appeared all throughout the main hall. A large chandelier lit the room with prismatic light. The room elegantly sloped into two spiral staircases that led to the second floor and branched of into several other rooms that Haruka couldn't see clearly, but assumed were just as fancy. It seemed like just the place where someone as perfect as Michiru would have come from. Then she came flying down the stairs, the skirt of her matching green and burgundy uniform flying around her in a revealing manner.
"Haruka! Get in the car now!" she cried.
Michiru ran down the steps and pulled the speechless Haruka toward the door by her arm.

Haruka could hear Hiroshi shouting his daughter's name and his footsteps coming down the stairs after them.
"Come back here NOW," he shouted, as if his threatening voice would make her want to.
Michiru disobeyed her parents for the first time and speed out of the house. She nearly shoved Haruka into the driver's seat of her speedy yellow convertible and quickly ran to the other side and got in, throwing her bookbag into the back seat alongside Haruka's.
"Drive!" she ordered.
The woman blinked once, and started her car without hesitation. The car was all the way down the street of costly western-style homes by the time Hiroshi barged out of the house waving his arms and yelling for Michiru to come back.

Haruka first questioned Michiru when they were two minutes (in Haruka's speed) away, and when she was sure that he wasn't following them.
"Michiru? What was that about?" she asked. "Did I do something wrong?"
"My father...has...already...arranged my marriage. He...won't let me...be with you. I can't...go back...now...he'll...he'll...kill me." Michiru was an athletic person (not nearly as athletic as Haruka, but far over average), but she was out of breath. Haruka figured that it was probably fear that caused her erratic breathing patterns.
"Michiru! I am so sorry! I didn't know!" Haruka took her eyes of the road to look at Michiru.
She looked scared out of her mind. It hurt Haruka that she had caused such a problem.
"It's okay. I'm sure it will be okay in just a few days.
Michiru rested her head against Haruka's shoulder.
"Can I stay at your place for a day or two...?"
"Yes!" she answered the question instant it was asked.

"I should have told you before. I shouldn't have wound you into this. Who knows what my father would have done if he had caught you...If they knew that you weren't a boy, I suppose it would be worse. My parents are very strict and they would never approve of something like that. I guess that's what they though we where together after when the saw us yesterday. I told them that we weren't, but my father sticks to his suspicions. I saw you in my mirror last night, so I was a bit prepared for you to come by."
Haruka didn't know what to say. It seemed like Michiru didn't want to become closer to her, but Haruka couldn't help her feelings. Her parents wouldn't have to know about any more between them, anyway. The moment that they got back to her place, they would have all the time the needed to let their emotions run wild.

Haruka immediately shook every sexual thought from her head when she glanced back down at Michiru. She still looked so scared. Haruka had no idea of what else she could say to help, so she drove to the high school in silence, enjoying the feel of Michiru's head against her shoulder. She had no idea of what she had done the other day. In fact she hadn't even seen them above her on the balcony. It just felt so right to kiss her. Michiru hadn't protested the first time she had done it yesterday, so it seemed like it was perfectly okay to do it again. She was sixteen, a teenager, and her hormones were raging. Sure she had run into a number of adorable girls, but she had never felt for any of them as she did for Michiru. She wanted Michiru in every way a man could want a woman.

Haruka and Michiru walked to their class in silence as well. Michiru flinched every time that they entered the enormous building. There was something evil about the place, and they both knew that it had something to do with the coming of The Silence. Michiru was far more spiritually honed than Haruka, but even a novice could sense the immense dark energy flowing around the place. The professors didn't seem to have anything to do with it, in fact, they were getting a pretty good education while they were investigating Mugen High School. Michiru's parent had allowed her entry, and she knew that her parents always wanted the best for her.

There were some things that Michiru still didn't understand about Haruka. Like how she spent half her time in Japanese with her head resting on her desk while she caught up on her sleep and still managed to get the same perfect marks that she did. Or how she could just flip a strand of her hair or flash a small smile and all the girls would go crazy and clutch their hands over their hearts to prevent them from bursting from love. Haruka did look like an attractive boy, but it was known all over the school that she was a girl. Maybe they just couldn't believe that. The only time they steered clear of her was in the locker room, which was probably the place where they would be most likely to see that she was indeed not the hunk they were after. Her new partner sure was something. She made her a tad uncomfortable a bit more than often with the way that she stole glances at her legs and breasts, but Michiru was very satisfied with her new partner. Haruka was born a fighter. She was more than efficient at getting rid of the Daimon that had been attacking the city, so she always had less to do herself. The job would probably get done faster if Sailor Moon and her gang of sorry excuses for senshi, but then again, she had Sailor Moon to thank for finally eliminating them with that wand of hers.

For the first time in a while, there was not an attack after school was out. Michiru had brightened back up to her normally sunny self by then, and Haruka once again felt perfectly fine with letting herself take in Michiru's voluptuous body. Haruka took Michiru's arm and led her to the car.
"Michiru, are you sure that you don't want to go home?"
"I'm sure. I hope it isn't a burden to you."
"No! Not at all! I'm glad that we will have more time together."

Michiru smiled at what she thought Haruka meant by "time together" and got into the car. She supposed that it was her fault that Haruka had gotten attached. Michiru had only been friendly with her, but Haruka took it in a different way. She had said that they were meant to be together, and she had given her company when Haruka needed it the most. Haruka hadn't taken to her right away, but she had persuaded her with her company. Michiru had noticed that Haruka didn't seem to have any friends. Many admirers, but no friends. Haruka had a violent streak, but nothing that would have kept her from making friends. She was just another loner, and Michiru had figured that it might help her get along with being Sailor Uranus if there was at least one person to support her. Haruka had taken her support the wrong way, but Michiru wasn't completely disappointed. Haruka was so sweet once you got to know her, and she didn't think that she would mind if Haruka wanted to touch her. She thought that she might enjoy it.

"So, Haruka, what's your family like?" Michiru asked. She had been wondering what kind of background she had come from.
"My parents are the only family members I really know," Haruka started. "My grandfather owned several large companies, so I guess that's where the money came from. My father just worked in a convenience store so that he would always be close to home. He was very good to me and my mother. She was twenty years younger than he was, but they were probably the most compatible married couple that I know of. He was the one who got me into racing and martial arts. She was the one who taught me to play the piano. I guess my father spent a little too much time around me, because I always wanted to grow up to be just like him. He was sort of my role model. But then he had an accident."

Michiru was pretty sure that she saw a tear in Haruka's eye as she explained how her father had been shot by a robber in the store he managed only three years ago.
"I'm so sorry, Haruka! I didn't have any idea..."
"It's okay. My mother and I got along fine after it happened, but we both missed him dearly. I guess it sort of showed how quickly things could change. There was this time when I thought that I never wanted to get married or even fall in love because I never wanted to go through want my mother must have. I suppose I was more feminine then, but I didn't want boys to look at me so I just tried to blend in."

It surprised Michiru at how much of her life Haruka had just let her on to. She diidn't think that she would have been able to do what Haruka had.It surprised Michiru at how much of her life Haruka had just let her on to. She didn't think that she would have been able to do what Haruka had. She supposed that they both had their own family issues and didn't mention it again.
"That man that you are to marry...what's he like?"
"Old."
"How old?"
"Old enough to be my grandfather."
"You haven't met him?"
"No."
"Do you want to marry him?"
Michiru hesitated for a moment. "No, I don't." Then that topic was over as well.

There were several different conversations on the ride to Haruka's place, but the one that stuck to them both was the one about their relationship.
"Haruka, do you really love me?"
"I love you with all my heart."
"Why?"
"Because you're good to me."
Michiru waited for the complete answer.
"And you're beautiful."
"Where do you think we're going?"
"My house?"
"You know that's not what I meant." Haruka didn't know.

"Do you really think that it can work out between us?"
"Yes. I know it will."
"You really think so?"
"I know."
"Have you ever done it before?"
"Done what?"
"You know...I mean...with anyone?"
"No."
"Do you want to?"
"What kind of question is that, Michiru?"

Michiru blushed.
"I don't have to go to the seminar today, so I have more free time. I thought we could...spend it together."
Haruka's back straightened in her seat. Had she just heard Michiru say what she thought she did, or were her ears deceiving her?
"I know we haven't been acquainted long, but if my family doesn't know about this, it will be okay, right? I just want to thank you for helping me out."
Michiru nervously twirled the hem of her skirt in her fingers and lowered her head. The rest of the ride was as quiet as the one to school.

Haruka brought a box of rice crackers to snack on while they did their homework. They were still feeling a little awkward, but they had lightened up a bit since the discussion in the car. Michiru was sitting on the bed above Haruka who was on the floor. Haruka's eyes were looking up her skirt more often than at what she was working on. She had an idea that Michiru was doing it just to tease her. Her legs were gaped open and Haruka had a lovely view of Michiru's white panties. Michiru never sat like that; her legs were always pressed together of crossed. Haruka still managed to finish he work at the same time Michiru did, even with the distraction.

"Haruka," Michiru whispered slowly.
Haruka jumped at the sensual tone.
Michiru got down from the bed and edged toward Haruka on her hands and knees. Haruka tried not to notice how sexy it was, but she couldn't help it. Michiru grabbed Haruka's tie and reeled her up onto the bed. Then she tugged it off and slipped Haruka's jacket off of her broad shoulders. Michiru was on her pants like a madwoman, but Haruka didn't mind if Michiru didn't take things slowly. Michiru pulled the white shirt over Haruka's head and then stopped. Boxers, or the undersized bra...it was a tough decision. Michiru began to reach for the boxers, but Haruka's hand had wandered high up her thigh before she had a chance.

Haruka pressed another of her kisses to Michiru's lips and did a complete job of removing Michiru's uniform. Then she let Michiru take off her bra and boxer shorts. Michiru was startled at how feminine Haruka's body actually was. Her chest wasn't all that small after the tight training bra was removed and her hips were more defined than hers were. Michiru kissed Haruka this time. Haruka helped herself to a squeezing of Michiru's breasts. She almost let her fingers do a little excavation of Michiru's mine, but then she felt something being placed in her hand. Michiru got off of her and gave her a chance to see what it was.

Haruka had never used a strap-on, but it came to her as easily as speeding. She didn't question about where Michiru had gotten such a device, but simply attached it to herself and did what came naturally. Haruka was gentle at first with Michiru, but Michiru had persuaded her to do what she was comfortable with, so she let herself go closer to Michiru's body when she came down on her. Michiru made the most adorable sounds every time she did. Haruka was in the middle of another kiss when she first realized something; Michiru wasn't wearing then ring she had given her. Haruka didn't take offence and continued her work with Michiru. She figured that it would be better if she didn't mention it.