Majestic Weirdo: Thanks again to Rayna Darkstorm who is still helping me as usual. I hope you enjoy this chapter, since it is longer than normal. I know it is still short compared to most, but enjoy it anyway.

There will be notes at the end of this chapter that might clarify some things. Reviews, suggestions, and comments are very much appreciated. Happy reading.

Month Three

Haruka wrestled her hands from Michiru. "What did you say?"

Michiru reached out for Haruka, but her partner pushed away.

"What are you talking about?" Haruka's voice was frantic, but unbelieving.

Michiru gathered herself together and sat up on the bed. "I'm sick-"

"Why didn't you tell me this?" Haruka's tone became hostile.

"Haruka- I"

Haruka took in a deep breath and tried to calm her racing thoughts.

"Michiru- you're serious aren't you?"

Michiru curled around her pillow and shut her eyes tightly. "I'm tired," she whispered.

Haruka watched Michiru silently until soft sounds began to emanate from her. She sat there, crouched on the bed, and watched Michiru's fitful sleep. Haruka wiped the damp cheek with her hand and treasured the woman for a moment before everything registered in her mind.

MICHIRU IS GOING TO DIE.

Haruka ducked under the covers. She began to curl around the sleeping body, but found the edge of her side of the bed far more comfortable.

MICHIRU IS GOING TO DIE.

Haruka tried humming to herself. Studying the patterns on the ceiling. She tried to sleep, but all she could do was think about-

MICHIRU IS GOING TO DIE.

Haruka trashed at her nightstand and swept her magazines onto the floor. She threw her pillow at the bedpost behind Michiru and stormed out of the room. Haruka came back a moment later, threw on clothes, stuffed necessities into a bag, and ignored the muffled apologies on her violent exit. She shoved her feet into her shoes at the doorway and slammed the front door in a manner that could be heard for miles. The furious woman pulled a helmet onto her head and slung the bag across her back before she mounted her motorbike and sped away.

Michiru could hear the roar of an engine fade away, but she did not bother to watch Haruka leave. She tried to calm herself for Megumi's sake. She knew that she would not be given another chance at motherhood, and she had already grown attached to the life developing inside of her. Michiru let herself cry, but made a mostly successful attempt at serenity. She would wait for Haruka, and by then, she hoped to be able to speak properly.

How many days was it now? Four thousand? Six thousand? It didn't matter. Half of a century would pass before the one she loved most would be able to join her. Michiru felt ashamed for even thinking in such a way, but she was afraid. Afraid of waiting in that ground for fifty years without Haruka, without their little girl, and even without Usagi and the others. Michiru was afraid of being alone like she had been for so long before, but this time, in absolute nothingness.

Haruka stopped her bike at a cheap motel, weary of her travel. She paid cash for a small room in which she finally found sleep. She saw a teenaged girl that looked like Michiru with an exception of the black hair in pigtails. She saw Michiru in a two piece, still looking beautiful for her age. Haruka saw a mahogany coffin being lowered into the earth. She saw herself giving an obituary She also saw that same girl in a solemn black dress that did not suit Michiru's face. And Haruka did not remember her dream, but awoke to a sadness greater than the previous night's.

Haruka glanced at the darkness outside of the window. The clock showed that it was 10:00 P.M. For a moment Haruka was ashamed of herself. She had been gone over twenty hours. Was Michiru alright? What if something had happened to the baby? Haruka pushed the thoughts away. What did Michiru care about her? Haruka withheld an angry cry and gathered up her few things. She straightened out the sheets and stepped out of the room, leaving the keys on the front desk. Haruka pulled her helmet on and got back onto her bike.

After a series of ignored red lights, Haruka found herself far along the route home. She stopped outside the gate and glanced at their bedroom window. She could see a silhouette against the light, obviously Michiru's. There were no paramedics in the drive, no sign of anything wrong at all. The shadowy figure could be seen pacing back and forth, like Michiru always did while she brushed her teeth. A few minutes later, the lights where turned off. Haruka was satisfied; all she needed to know was that Michiru was safe. Nothing else really mattered anymore.

Haruka turned the vehicle in a different direction. She heard the horns blowing at her, but she just ignored them. She just wanted to get away. Somewhere where her thoughts could not reach her. She could see a lighted sign in front of her. She couldn't very well read it, but the lights were somehow comforting. Haruka pulled to the side of the road and glanced at the sign.

Haruka walked into the building for her eyes to be greeted by a girl in a scant green silk dress. It was the color of Michiru's hair.

"Good evening! Welcome to Fantasie." The older hostess kindly offered Haruka a seat.

Haruka kept her eyes on the girl as she was led. She took a seat at the booth and squinted at the name on her short dress.

"Do you have any request, sir?"

"Mitasu, give me Mitasu."

Haruka smiled as the girl bowed before the table and placed a glass and pitcher beer in front of her. Haruka looked at the heart-shaped nametag once more. This time the characters read as Michiru Haruka glanced up at the girl as she seated herself next to her and began to cheerfully pour a drink. She was Michiru's height, the perfect height for nestling on. Her hair was Michiru's, but a natural black, silky and perfect to run her hands through. Her eyes were even like Michiru's. And her lips…and her legs.

Haruka brought the refilled glass to her lips and tugged Michiru closer to her. Michiru offered her another drink as she carefully winked at the hostess, who nodded back. Haruka began to find Michiru even lovelier as the alcohol sunk in. This Michiru wasn't pregnant, definitely was not thirty years of age, and probably wasn't even Michiru, and Haruka didn't care a bit. She was pretty, and Michiru was not a current option. Haruka let herself go and enjoyed the crisp beverage that she rarely allowed herself.

Michiru let out a little squeal as the hand caressed her cheek. She was being paid well for the job to begin with, but she had been given an incomparable tip from a man named Hajime. She didn't know him, but the pay was good enough to allow a woman to kiss her. Michiru kissed back and ignored the remarks of the men with their untouchable escorts. Michiru found the same hand traveling her leg.

"Here! Have some more" Michiru offered Haruka more beer before the hand could go further.

Haruka gratefully accepted the glass from Michiru and continued on her fifth drink. Michiru went to get another pitcher. She stopped by the hostess.

"A few more and she'll be done."

Michiru handed the hostess Haruka's wallet and keys. The wife of Haruka's enemy quickly tucked them into her sleeves. She shooed the girl back to her drunken client after she supplied her with a fresh pitcher. Haruka was helped to beer after beer by the friendly and very pliant Michiru that was not keeping any secrets from her.

There was a blank patch in Haruka's memory when she woke up on the park bench. Car horns were blaring from the traffic just beyond. Haruka grasped her ears and moaned as the multiple sounds vibrated through her eardrums at an intensified roar. She stepped down from the bench only for her feet to be greeted by the pain of the sharp rocks surrounding the bench. Haruka looked down at her bare feet. She felt in her pocket. The wallet was gone. Haruka briefly panicked before the traffic sent her back to worrying about her ears more than anything. Her things were all gone. Her bike was not with her. She had no idea of where she was, or where she had been, but she could see the wave of pedestrians walking not too far away.

Haruka curled up on the narrow bench and tried to think, but nothing came. All she knew was that she couldn't be seen like that. She could smell herself and tell that she had been drinking. Haruka verbally cursed herself, instantly regretting it as the damage was only done to herself. She couldn't ask for help. Not like that. She didn't know what to do. All she knew is that she wanted Michiru, and she wanted the pain to stop.

Majestic Weirdo:

The first note is if you didn't understand what was going on with Haruka. After going back to check on Michiru, she went to an escort bar. Apparently, the owner or hostess is the wife of Hajime, a former rival in her previous F1 career, and also an enemy and a very bad guy. If you read my story, Ruin, you might already know that, but the stories are not connected at all, so no cancers or anything yet. Still, he wants her image ruined for pretty much humiliating him in races. Especially since Haruka is a woman.

Second note: Michiru and Mitasu are pretty different sounding names. However, the meanings of the names are similar and the first characters of their names are the same. That's all.

Third note: The Majestic Weirdo wants you to review this chapter-