A/N: This one's for you Reusch17. winks

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I had driven for hours through several streets in Tokyo. I had driven past the apartment several times, been to every gallery in town, even Michiru's special secret places that she would go to. Nothing, not a sign of her anywhere. 'Michi, where are you?' I though, pulling over to stretch. I removed my helmet, sighing, and looked into the night sky. You could see clearly, one shining star, brighter than any other. Neptune was shining brighter than any other star. "Michiru, you'll never know how sorry I am. I just want you back." I started my bike again, and headed home to the emptiness that I knew would be waiting.

The next morning I awoke, bitterly aware that I was, in fact, alone. There had been no sign of her at all last night, and after staying up for hour after hour, calling her cell phone, which kept going directly to voicemail, and worrying sick, I had finally fallen asleep. Waking up alone was certainly not a happy feeling.

I sighed and got out of bed, swearing loudly as I kicked the bedpost on my way towards the bathroom. It still smelled like her shampoo and perfume. It seemed for a moment like she had been there recently. 'Impossible. I was awake until 5am. I would have known. Besides, nothing is out of place.' I stared at the reflection in the mirror, sighing at the sight of my own face. "Michi, how could you ever love me?" I turned from the mirror, starting the water to the shower, letting the steam fill the room before letting my clothes fall to the ground and stepping in.

The hot water streamed over my body. I stood with the water pounding down on my head, then falling rapidly over the rest of me. Tears formed in my eyes as the realization hit all over again. She may never come home. I decided that I would find her, look everywhere, I would never let her get away.

After finally finishing my shower, I dressed, throwing on a black t-shirt and loose jeans. I went to the kitchen, picked at a bowl of ramen, and sat, thinking of how I would win the love of my life back. 'Flowers? No, that's lame. Dinner? That's too ordinary. You need something good. Something spectacular. Something that nobody else could give her.' I glared into the bowl before screaming out.

Angrily, I stood up and grabbed my jacket from the hook near the door. A ride would help, riding my bike always helped me think. I picked my keys up and went downstairs to my bike. I looked around, hoping for some sign that she was near. There was nothing. The parking lot was empty except for a couple cars here and there. I sighed, taking off in the direction of the ocean.

I had no idea how long I had driven around, or how long I had been standing in the exact spot that I am in now. All I know is I spent all day looking for Michiru, and now, night has fallen, and I still can not find her. I shrugged, feeling completely and utterly at a loss. The only thing I could do was return home, and pray that she had returned.

Coming home, it appeared that she hadn't been there. Until I saw the note. That note brought about the biggest wave of regret, sorrow, and depression I would ever face in my life. She had given back my ring, my promise, my love. And all I could possibly do, was cry. And I don't cry often.

After the tears finally subsided, I pledged to myself that I would find her. I would get her back. Slowly I stood, shaking terribly, and set the letter on the table. I still held the ring, staring at the tiny stones, all shinning from the little bit of light in the room. I sighed, twisting it around in my fingers before removing the white gold chain from around my neck. It had been a gift from Michiru. I slid the chain through the opening of the ring, and replaced it upon my neck. "There, at least a piece of her is with me until I can get the real thing back." I smiled, remembering the day I gave her that ring. It was the day I had told her I loved her. "I want your happiness back."

I sat on the couch, trying to figure out the best plan of action to first of all, find her. At some point I must have reached exhaustion, because I had fallen asleep. I woke with the sun shining down in my eyes through the balcony window. I squinted, trying to figure out why I was laying in such an awkward angle instead of in my bed with Michiru. I rubbed my temples as I realized I hadn't been dreaming, that my nightmare was real. "I need to go."

I quickly dressed, headed downstairs, and jumped on my bike. I sped off in the direction of Makoto's bar, hoping she had heard something from Michiru. I took my normal route, zipping in and out of traffic, just as I always do when I'm on my bike. I was almost there when some idiot swerved in front of me, about clipping my front tire. I yelled shaking my fist in his direction before going around him. 'Jesus Christ, why are people such idiots. Can't they see what they're doing?' I thought bitterly. I hardly had enough time to finish my thought before I heard the squealing tires and smelled the burning rubber. There was a flash of light, I remember thinking about Michiru, and then darkness overcame me.

I woke at some point later to the sound of beeping machines. I felt like I was in a daze and every part of my body hurt. I tried to sit up, but a searing pain in my left arm sent me right back to laying down. I opened my eyes fully, and looked at my arm. There were several rods poking through it, and it was heavily bandaged. I looked around the room. There was several bouquets of flowers, cards, and balloons scattered around. Makoto was lounging back in a chair, sleeping. I wondered how long I had been here, how long she had been here, and if Michiru had been in to visit.

Makoto woke when she heard me rustling in bed. "Haruka? Haruka are you awake?" She crept closer to me, a look of pure concern and worry etched into her features.

I cringed, looking in her direction, "What.. what happened?" I winced as I moved my arm unintentionally.

"You crashed on your bike. Some idiot who had just robbed a bank slammed into you and another car. Your bike is completely trashed. They said had it not been for your helmet, you would have died. However, your arm was shattered and has three rods in it. You had one surgery already to fix it, but you will need another. You were really lucky Haruka. They said your pure will was what kept things from being worse. Like you were fighting for something." Makoto's voice trailed off.

I looked at her, taking a deep breath. "Has she… has Michiru come?"

Makoto looked down. "Haruka, there's something you don't understand. There was another car involved in the accident." She looked at me, taking a deep shaky breath.

I sprang forward, visions of terrible scenes filling my mind. I screamed in pain as my arm jerked forward. "Makoto, where is she? How is she? She's not… she didn't…" Tears formed in my eyes but refused to spill down my cheeks.

Makoto shook her head. "She's in another room, in critical condition. She was heading back towards your house. A witness said that the car hit you and then jerked into the other lane, hitting her car head-on. She was wearing her seatbelt, probably the only thing that saved her. But, Haruka, you should know how serious it is. It.. it doesn't look good." Makoto looked down. "I'm sorry, Haruka."

The pain was blinding, but I jumped out of bed. "Take me to her." I demanded to Makoto. "Please. Take me to her now."

She tried to calm me down, placing her hands on my shoulders. "Haruka, you're not supposed to move. It's going to damage your arm even more. You need to rest."

I pushed her hands away, "Makoto, please, take me to her now or I will find her myself."

Makoto looked at me, defeat in her eyes, "Alright, we'll go. But at least put the sling on and sit in the wheelchair so I can push you. You don't need the movement in your arm."

I nodded swiftly. Reaching my hand up, I felt the chain still around my neck, the ring still hanging from it. 'My dear Michiru, you'll never know how sorry I am. Please, please get better.'