Haruka awoke in the arms of Sailor Neptune. The woman jumped from her grasp immediately and searched around the parking lot for what ever had attacked her. It couldn't have been in a Daimon, but Kaolinite certainly could have. The redhead was nowhere in sight. Haruka turned back around and glanced at her partner.
"What was that?" What just happened?" she asked.
Neptune picked herself off of the ground in slightly clumsier manner than her usual grace, and brushed the dirt off of her green skirt. Haruka noticed that her legs were covered in scratches.
"It's okay. It wasn't a Daimon." Neptune nudged toward a waterlogged figure at the end of the lot. "He drugged you. I think he might have tried to kill you."
Haruka's body did feel a bit numb. She took a closer look at the body, and after a moment, recognized it as that of her classmate, Watanabe. Haruka gasped. Neptune slipped a hug around her partner and kissed her on the check.
"It'll be alright," she persuaded, letting her flesh sink deeper into Haruka's back as she de-transformed. "I'm going to call the police."
Haruka kissed Michiru back. "I owe you another one,' she said; it wasn't the first time that Michiru had saved her pitiful life.
The blonde allowed herself a handful of Michiru's backside, but she released the woman immediately after she made a startled cry of pain. Tears welled inside of Michiru's lovely blue eyes as she whimpered and took a small step from Haruka.
"There was a Daimon a few days ago. I guess it got me pretty bad, but Sailor Moon took care of it." Michiru had already planned her lie. "It's just a little bruise."
Haruka then noticed that Sailor Neptune' s miniskirt had been replaced by a pair of full-length jeans. She never wore pants.
"Michiru, are you sure that you're alright?"
"You're the one who needs worrying about, Haruka. You should sit down for a little while."
The music from the apartment building was still blaring. Haruka didn't think that any of the tenants had heard a thing besides the stereo. She didn't bother to sit back down, but popped the hood of her car to see if the contents had also been meddled with. Everything seemed fine, but Michiru stopped her from starting the car while she made the call.
"There's something wrong with the tank," She advised. "Don't turn it back on. I'm not even sure that it's safe to drive anymore."
"What?"
"He put something in there. I'm not sure what it was. I only saw it in my mirror."
Haruka began to question about the car, but then she heard the sirens approach. Three police cars pulled next to them and six cops got out of them. Michiru pointed to the body and four of them began their inspection while the other two attended to Haruka and Michiru. Michiru told them everything that happened; that Watanabe had tried to kill Haruka and dispose of the evidence, and that a Sailor Senshi had saved Haruka. Michiru claimed that she had felt that something was wrong, and when she found Haruka lying on the ground, she had called them. A moment later, an ambulance arrived, and a group of paramedics inspected Haruka to make sure that whatever she had been injected with hadn't done any permanent damage.
Haruka and Michiru had been taken back to the Tenoh manor. No more questions had been asked of them, because they found Watanabe to be the man behind countless murders over a large period of time. Michiru had a good idea of who had sent him, but she didn't mention it to anyone. Hiroshi didn't bother to send anymore hitmen. Michiru continued to stay with Haruka for almost three years before she began to find interest in Hajime Takashi. She couldn't stand Haruka's ignorance any longer. It still pained her every time that Haruka tried to please her with her strap-on, but she had tolerated it, and even enjoyed Haruka until a few months later when her emotions simply exploded and she appeared in the bedroom that she shared with her lover with a whip in her hand.
Note: Sorry for the delay. This is the end of the story, but my other story, Ruin, starts exactly where this ends. Hope you enjoyed it.