Author's Note: I return! Sort of! I know I have not done much writing lately and for those who have been watching my writing I apologize. Getting ready for three weddings, all of which I am in, a promotion at work, leaving the country, and taking care of a new kitten is all a little bit time-consuming as it turns out. XD But never fear! I have not forgotten my stories- I am just working on them much more slowly than usual. XD
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They had met in Las Vegas. Haruka still couldn't remember how she had wound up in the middle of Nevada of all places, but what the hell, she figured. Yeah it was incredibly shady business, but she needed a job, so why not just go for it? How shameful could it really be, after all it paid well.
So she had become a card dealer at the Bellagio. She actually came to really enjoy it after a few weeks and as successful as she had become, she concluded that she had simply lucked her way into her dream job.
This idea was further reinforced when one day, while dealing Blackjack to a group of Philippino businessman, at least two of whom, she was sure were card counting, she happened to look up and see a willowy young woman serving drinks to the gentlemen at the next table. Anywhere else in the country, the girl's turquoise locks might have been a little odd and over the top, but here it just seemed to suit her, even if it did make her look a little bit like a beached mermaid. Haruka found herself staring openly at the girl, wondering why she wasn't having trouble breathing when there was no water around until one of the Philippino businessmen made a comment about the turquoise-haired girl's ass and how "fine" it was.
Haruka promptly kicked his ass, resulting in her being suspended from work. She discovered later that the only reason she had not been flat-out fired was that mermaid chick had convinced her boss that the businessman had threatened her with a water pistol that had looked convincingly real. When Haruka questioned this claim a little further she discovered that the girl had planted the water pistol by the table herself, but why she had just happened to have one on her person in the first place would forever remain a mystery.
In any case, Haruka learned the girl's name was in fact Michiru and it did not take long at all for the two of them to establish a relationship, during which time Haruka would discover that her hair was in fact turquoise due to a fetish for having sex in pools with perhaps too high chlorine content. (Fortunately their continuation of this habit of hers resulted in Haruka's own hair bleaching a light blond from its original chestnut brown, rather than going ocean-tinty.)
After a few years of not-legally-marital-but-no-less-loving bliss, they considered adopting a daughter from their home country of Japan. Specifically, there was a pre-teenage girl with a troubled past and gothic nature that they were seriously working on forming a bond with, believing themselves capable of setting her on the right path as it were, but she tragically died in some sort of wood chipper accident and after that, it just did not seem worth it.
They died in one another's arms on a Ferris wheel that caught fire thirty years later and the Bellagio had a lesbian version of the Little Mermaid performed one evening in their honor.