Hi all this is one of the first stories I've ever written so please be gentle. I appreciate all kinds of reviews so please review please, please, please review as long as you have something constructive to say and you can say it politely. This story is about Michiru and what might happen to her if Haruka and Hotaru died and after a while Hotaru is reborne as her own child but Haruka still hasn't come back. I won't give away too much more but I hop you like it. I'm going to try and keep the chapters relatively short and try and update regularly but of course life can interfere so no promises I'll try my best. I got the idea for this story after listening to Britney Spears song Unusual you hence the title. If you haven't heard it yet I highly recommend it it's a lovely song. Thanks and enjoy
Unusual You
Chapter 1: The Presentation
Michiru stopped outside the closed office door and took a deep breath. Inside this room there were lots of people waiting for her to arrive and take them through the presentation she'd spent the last week putting together.
She had never liked people all that much, and she liked standing up in front of them giving presentations even less. But this project had been her idea, her dream and she wasn't about to let someone else decide how it was to go ahead and who would be involved.
Standing up in front of them brandishing a violin was a different story of course. She didn't have to speak then she could just play her music and let it speak for her.
She sighed, if only people spoke in musical notes her life would be so much simpler. They didn't of course and she had to get over her antisocial nature and distain for men in suits or her project would never go ahead.
She took another few moments to check her appearance in the mirror that adorned the wall opposite the offending door. After smoothing out her hair and making sure her suit jacket was sitting properly she turned back to face the door.
Another few deep breaths and she opened the door a winning smile plastered on her perfect face. Every face in the room turned to look at her and she had to remind herself once again that this was her dream otherwise she may very well turn and run away as fast as she could.
"Good morning everyone" she greeted politely making her way to the front of the long oval desk where a large white wall awaited her presentation also.
"I'm very sorry to have kept you waiting. I know you are all very busy people and I promise that I won't keep you long" she smiled sweetly at her assistant who stood at a small desk to the far side of the white wall.
In front of her sat a small black laptop computer, a cup of coffee that was nearly as big as aforementioned computer and a small black remote to control the projector that sat on the roof in the centre of the table facing the large white wall.
The young girl who fit the description of naughty secretary down to the ground with her bleached, blonde hair, form fitting skirt and blouse and small, thick rimmed, rectangular black glasses returned her smile and out of nowhere produced another -thankfully smaller- cup of coffee for her boss.
Michiru could never figure out where she kept these things. She was constantly whipping things out of nowhere from cups of coffee to legal documents and try as hard as she might Michiru could never work out where from.
She'd given some thought to asking the other woman, but she had so much fun pondering over the mystery and laughing at some of the possibilities that popped into her head. In the end she'd decided that if she ever found out for sure it would deprive her of far too much entertainment and because of that she'd kept the burning question to herself.
She took her coffee gratefully and quietly thanked her lovely assistant. The young blonde tapped a few keys on her computer while Michiru took a quick swallow of her coffee. By the time she'd placed the cup on her assistant's desk and taken hold of the remote that controlled the projector the young blonde had her presentation up on the computer ready to go.
Plastering on her smile once again she turned back to face the table of suits. Looking around the room she reminded herself of who they were and which companies they represented. She was suddenly thankful of the exceptional memory she'd inherited as part of her senshi gift.
Once she was sure she remembered who they all were she moved on to introductions.
"Good morning ladies" she focused her attention on the two female suits that had chosen to sit together near the front of the table. "And Gentlemen" she allowed her eyes to sweep the room taking in the rest of its occupants.
"Thank you so much for your attendance at this presentation today I am absolutely thrilled to see you all here." She cringed mentally at her own lie; she wasn't thrilled to have them here at all. If it was up to her she'd fund her project on her own she certainly had the money.
These people comprised a large percentage of the heads of the business world however, and if she wanted her venture to be successful having these people on board would be a must. She knew it and she was sure they did too which is why she needed this presentation to go well.
With an inward sigh she continued.
"I have asked you all here to discuss a project that I think will greatly benefit not only the talented young people of today, but also the world at large." she gave them a moment to pass curious, incredulous and even some slightly bored looks at each other before she clicked the button on the remote to activate the projector.
The aforementioned piece of equipment whirred to life casting an image of a large concrete structure on to the previously bare white wall in front of the table. She gave the suits another moment to stare at the image in front of them before she said.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the Tenoh Haruka, Soichi Tomoe academy of excellence. Sounds of surprise touched her ears as her guests began to understand what exactly it was they were looking at.
She'd chosen her guests carefully and she knew after hearing that, that most of them would be a lot more eager to contribute. When she'd been deciding who to invite to this presentation Setsuna had somehow -Michiru didn't want to know exactly how- dug up as much info as she could about the business men and women that Michiru had in mind.
Her list of guests had been a fair deal longer in the beginning and she'd been having trouble narrowing down her numbers. In the end she'd chosen the people that had the most to do with either Haruka or Soichi during their professional lives and they had been the one's she'd invited.
She'd hoped that their liking for her former partner and her daughter's birth father would make her guests more likely to contribute their support, in whatever form that might take. She allowed them a few more moments to compute the information they'd just received before clicking to the next page of her presentation.
This page included the location of the academy, the surface area, the materials that would be used and the soil composition of her selected site. She watched their faces for any hint as to what they might be thinking as she read out the information, wishing, not for the first time, that Haruka was there with her.
Haruka always seemed to know what people were thinking, what they were feeling and what she had to say to convince them to agree to her point of view. It had been one of her greatest personal gifts and something that Michiru had never been able to master without her.
She felt sadness consuming her, the way it always did when she thought about her perfect wind soldier and all they'd shared in the short spanse of time they'd been allowed. No matter how much time passed or how many therapists she'd seen the pain never went away, she never got any better, the feeling of despair never eased.
She knew she couldn't afford to be dwelling on sadness while the suits were all present and waiting for her to continue. With practiced skill she diverted her mind to her infant daughter and how proud she would be when she was old enough to remember her original birth father and her Haruka Papa.
With that thought spurring her on Michiru changed to the next screen and continued on with her presentation. She'd have time to think about Haruka when it was over and she was driving home in the wind soldier's yellow porche.
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I know short and sweet but like I said I don't want to make the chapters too long. If you can think of anything to review on please feel free to wrote to me otherwise I'll have a new chapter up soon. Thanks for reading