Ages I’ve changed: Haruka~20 Michiru~16 Usagi (and senshi if I add the others)~17 Mamoru~21 Derek~28 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “She’s resting peacefully sir, it’s a good thing you got her here so soon, or she would have surely died” the young resident doctor smiled, placing a hand on Haruka’s arm before batting her eyelashes at the blond. Haruka silently groaned. “Thank you. May I see her now?” Haruka asked, giving the woman a charming smile as the woman seemed to melt at her feet, nodding excitedly while babbling about a special favor for such a handsome guy. Ignoring her, Haruka strode forward, walking slowly into the darkened hospital room. A sharp breath escaped her lips as she saw the dark blood soaked patch at the base of her neck, almost hidden by her beautiful aquamarine hair. “The cut was luckily not as long as we first thought. Just a scratch really, but a deep one. It should heal over in a few days. Could you tell me anything about her? I mean…is she your…sister, or what?” the young doctor asked, still latched onto Haruka’s arm. “No, she’s definitely not my sister” the blond stated coldly, shrugging the woman off before sitting down next to the hospital bed, just as the young beauty let out a small moan of pain. “W-where am I?” the smaller woman asked, opening fearful eyes to look at Haruka, “and who the hell are you?!” “I think I’m the one who saved you!” Haruka shot back, feeling offended by the deep mistrust in the woman’s eyes. ‘What did you expect stupid? For her to throw herself into your arms? She’s probably not even a lesbian!’ Ruka thought darkly, rubbing her aching temples. “What do you mean…saved me? I-I can’t…remember…how did I get here?” the other woman asked, pulling Michiru from her thoughts. “You were almost raped last night. I found you in an ally with your clothes torn apart and that cut on your neck.” The blond pointed, anger flaring once more as the aqua haired woman slapped her hand away, “what were you doing out so late? You don’t look more then 15” “16. I’m 16. And everything else isn’t any of your business” “Got a name to go with that, miss 16?” Haruka asked, leaning back from the bed. “Um…Michelle. Michelle Ka..tri” Michiru covered swiftly, noticing the man’s features darken slightly, “and who are you Mr….” “Miss Ten’oh Haruka” the blond smiled, “I’m the youngest photographer to enter the business. I own Ten’oh inc.” Michiru nodded slightly, relaxing as she realized slowly whom she was with. She’d been a great fan of Mr…Miss Ten’ohs work since she’d come out two years before, “that means you’re only…what, 19?” “20” (AN: sorry about the age difference. ^_^) “Haruka!” a rough voice called from the door, causing Michiru to flinch as Haruka’s partner walked into the room, eyeing Michiru with unease, “so this is where you’ve been. I’ve been trying to get ahold of you. Mrs.Chiba wishes you to join her for dinner tonight” Haruka smiled, remembering the bubbly blond from her early teenage years. When she’d been an outsider, and nobody wanted anything to do with her, Usagi had been the first to befriend her. “She’s just gotten back from her honeymoon, right?” the blond asked, not noticing as a cold wall was put up between she and Michiru. The dark haired man nodded, flicking his eyes to the girl in the bed before looking meaningfully at Haruka. “Oh, Michelle, this is Derek Windwood. He’s my assistant at the firm…Michelle?” “Please leave…now…” Michiru whispered, huddling into a small ball. Her anger flared as no one made a move to leave, “GET OUT!” “Michelle-” “Leave her alone Haruka, we need to go tux shopping” Derek suddenly grabbed hold of her arm, casting one dark look at the shocked Michiru before dragging Haruka out of the room. ‘Why did I do that?’ Michiru suddenly wondered, chills racking her body, ‘Miss Ten’oh was being perfectly civil to me…it feels so empty without her here with me…’ The aqua haired girl let out a small sob, turning her face to the pillows as the floodgate of tears broke… “You found her how?!” a young blond shrieked, causing some of the other customers to glance at them. “I know. She seemed so calm when she woke up. It wasn’t until Derek came in that she started rejecting me. I must admit it hurts more then I’d like it to.” Haruka laughed self mockingly. Usagi nodded, her sweet face pinched with concern. “Maybe…you care for her? I mean, it’s been a very long time since you’ve last had a girlfriend. You and Rei broke up almost a year ago.” The younger blond whispered, still thinking it was a touchy subject, besides the point that Rei and Haruka were still close friends. “Hmmm…you do have a point Odango.” Haruka smiled, earning a glare from her companion. Usagi had gotten her hair cut to waist length before her wedding to Mamoru. The two were doing well, Usagi working for Haruka while attending Tokyo U, and Mamoru still doing residency. “If it were anyone but you, I’d hit them Ruka” Usagi smiled before giving Haruka a serious look, “do you want to call Mamo-Chan and see if he’d take over the resident job of Michiru Kaioh?” “Who?” Haruka cut in, looking confused. “Michiru Kaioh, the girl you checked in.” Usagi murmured, wincing at the flash of hurt that went thought her friends eyes, “you didn’t know…oh Ruka, I’m sorry” “No…it’s okay. She had a shock, it’s easy to see why she’d lie to me…” the older woman intoned, grasping her friends hand reassuringly. “Well, how about it? I’m sure Mamo-Chan could put in the good word for you…” Usagi winked, going back to her food. Haruka grinned charmingly, winking back. “I think I’ll put the good word in myself. In fact, I think I’ve found my new beach girl” Haruka smiled, a dreamy look coming to her eyes as she imagined her beautiful angel in the summer suits. And the amount of time they’d be spending together. “That’s a great idea! I can’t wait to start working on it with you. Think, all day spent on beautiful beaches taking pictures all day. All those board walk shops and all the fairs!” the bubbly blond babbled on (AN: tongue twister. @_@), letting Haruka drift into her own little world for awhile before a husky voice laughed from just behind her, causing her to jump. “Sorry Ten’oh-San, didn’t mean to scare you.” Mamoru Chiba smiled, sliding into the booth next to his wife, taking a moment to kiss her softly before turning back to Ruka. “Haruka. We’ve been over this Doc. How ya feeling about loosing your charming wife for a couple weeks while we go gallivanting?” Haruka asked, laughing at the faked angst expression on his face. “I’m okay with it, you know I trust you. Just bring her home safely, and she’s not being photographed. I don’t want all of Japan gawking at my Usako.” The ebony haired man laughed, his blue eyes dancing. “No problem. But I need my assistant. I don't know how I got on without her for three whole weeks. If it weren’t for Derek Windwood, I’d have drowned…” Haruka stopped mid-sentence as she noticed the slight shadow that passed through Usagi’s eyes, “What is it?” “Windwood-San…he seems so…offish to me. He’s not coming with us is he?” Usagi asked, twirling a long strand of light gold hair around her finger. “Sorry, but I’m afraid he is. We’re short handed with the amount of June Weddings we’ve got booked. You and Derek are the only ones who are free for two weeks.” Haruka murmured, disturbed by the solemn attitude of the normally bubbly girl. “Okay. Don't’ worry, I’ll just avoid him. After all, I’m more important then him!” Usagi giggled, changing to a gasp as she glanced at the gold watch Haruka had given her, “Oh god! We’re late for meeting up with Rei and the others! Sorry to cut this short, but we gotta go! You have to go talk to Michiru anyway! Bye Ruka!!” “The whirlwind strikes again” Haruka murmured before dropping enough money to pay for the meal as well as a large tip for the waiter. Picking up her Jacket, she slung it around her shoulders before walking out the door, sliding into her car as the Valet got out and collected his tip. ‘well Michiru…lets see what you’ll think of this…’ the blond thought, smiling again and she sped off towards the hospital… Michiru sat in her bed, quietly reading through the music magazine from her bag, gazing down at the graceful looking violins as she heard the heavy door creak open. “I’m not very hungry now miss…” the next word lodged itself in Michiru’s throat as she glanced up, not to see the friendly nurse, but someone in a dark hooded coat coming towards her, holding up one of the deadly sharp surgery knives. “time to finish the job…” he grated roughly, raising the blade above his head…
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