Same disclaimer: Not mine, just like to borrow.

I rode off on my bike, speeding around Tokyo like the devil was after me. It was only a few moments before I slowed and parked outside of "Thunder", Makoto's bar. She had opened it not too long ago, and it quickly became one of the top hot spots for food and drinks. It didn't at all surprise me that it was packed.

I dismounted the bike, nodding to the bouncer who let me pass the line and enter the building.

"Haruka! Hey!" Makoto yelled from behind one of the bars, grinning ear to ear. "Come here and get a drink! On me!"

I smiled back and walked up to an empty stool. That's when I laid eyes on her. She was stunning. Long raven hair, sparkling baby blue eyes, and amazing pale skin. I flashed my trademark smirk, "May I have the honor of sitting next to you?"

The woman smiled back, nodding her head. "Of coarse." She motioned to the seat. "I'm Kimmora, by the way." She held out a delicate hand, which I took softly in my own, raising it to my lips to kiss gently.

"I am Haruka. And it is an honor to be in your presence." I replied, watching her turn a deep crimson.

Makoto stopped in front of us, her eyes looking back and forth between us. "Um, Haruka, where's Michiru?" she asked, handing me my drink.

I snapped my eyes away from Kimmora, "At some fancy party. So, I came here to chill and check out your new bar." I took a sip of my drink. Rum and coke, and expertly made. "Besides, am I not allowed out alone?" I flashed another grin at the woman next to me, winked, and looked towards Makoto in a highly innocent way.

"Well, yeah, I mean, I didn't mean anything by that. Just wondering. You two are almost always together." Makoto replied.

I shrugged my shoulders. "A little freedom never hurt. Besides, I came to have some fun."

Present

I pulled up to our building. Michiru's car was not there. I pulled my bike into an empty space and sat, staring up at the window to our apartment. Darkness was all that greeted me.

Sighing, I got off the bike and walked to the door. Within minutes, I was on the 12th floor, staring at the little silver number 109 on the door. After unlocking it, I opened the door and turned on a light. I guess I hoped that in the last two minutes, she had decided to come home. The apartment was completely empty.

"Haruka, you idiot. Why did you have to…" my voice trailed as I noticed the letter sitting on the table, my name written on the front in Michiru's beautiful script. My eyes fell to the small velvet box next to it. I remembered the box well. "No.." I could barely whisper as I opened the lid. Inside sat the white gold and aquamarine promise ring I had given her last year for Christmas. It was a promise of my undying love. Yet here it sits in my hand, and not on her finger.

All I could do was fall to the ground, shaking, and clutching the ring and letter in my hand. My breath was ragged as I stumbled to open it. Finally, after a few minutes of careful tearing, I was able to open and pull out the letter.