"Michiru"
By Jennifer Martina a.k.a. Jira
 
 Author's Notes:
*WARNING: If you have a problem with two females showing affection for each 
other (kissing, hugging, etc.), specifically Haruka and Michiru, this story is 
not for you. I suggest you do a little growing up and come back later.
*This is sort of a prologue-ish series to my story, "Roommates." It definitely 
addresses some of the events in that story, specifically Michiru's mother.
*If you are a romantic and/or you really like Haruka or Michiru this is the 
story for you!
 
 
I stared idly out the window of my seventh period class, wishing to all the 
kamis two o'clock would come sooner. It wasn't that I hated school, it was 
mildly enjoyable usually. And I easily aced all of my classes. I glanced toward 
the back of the room where a student with short, sandy blond hair and deep 
blue-green eyes sat. That was my trouble. Ten'no Haruka.
Haruka was a mystery to all and I valued what I could find out about her. Yes, 
her. Most students still thought Haruka was a boy. So did I, at first. She was 
tall, thin and had a small bust-line, making it easy to look masculine, with a 
deep, rich voice. But I was somewhat unconvinced of the gender everyone so 
easily labeled her as. 
When I realized Haruka was indeed a female, I had to confront several questions. 
One of which was how I felt about this person. I had never felt attractions to 
anyone of the same gender before, why should I? But now I was, and I had to 
decide whether or not I would accept that. This prospect frightened me very 
much, not only because it was something new, but also because I was raised in a 
family that was strongly against such 'lifestyles', especially my mother. I 
worried very much of her reaction if I decided to accept these feelings.
Finally the class ended and I gathered my things to leave. 
"Excuse me," a rich voice intoned. That voice could only belong to one person. I 
could feel my face turning bright crimson as I turned to Haruka. I had to look 
up slightly because of her height. "Kaioh-san?"
"'Michiru' is fine," I replied quickly. I blushed even more when I realized how 
forward I was being. How I wished my face wouldn't betray me so easily. I could 
never hide my feelings if one saw my face. My emotions always showed in my eyes 
or when I blushed.
"Oh, Michiru-san, then," Haruka corrected herself. "Would you mind if I walked 
with you for a bit? I'd like to get to know you better."
I was completely shocked. Haruka wanted to walk with *me*? "Of course, 
Ten'no-san," I stammered, trying to sound nonchalant.
"That's not fair. If I can call you Michiru, then you can call me Haruka." 
Haruka offered.
"Oh, alright then. Shall we go?"
Haruka and I made our way out of the school building. I could hear impish 
laughter trickle from the mouths of the flighty girls of my school I'd come to 
despise, as they ran past us. How childish; these girls were the same age as I 
but acted as if they needed a babysitter to watch over them. It was disgusting.
We walked in silence through the parking lot and out into the city. "Eh...would 
you still like to walk with me?" I questioned the tall girl, unsure of what to 
do.
"Of course," she replied easily. "If you're not in a hurry, would you walk with 
me to the park?"
My blush appeared again and I had to turn away when I replied, "I'm in no 
hurry...why do you want to walk with me?" I forced out the last few words.
"You seem quite taken with me. I'm very honored. I just wanted to make sure you 
knew what kind of person I am so you'll know whether to keep admiring me so 
much..." she paused, then dropped her voice to a sad sounding tone, "I am a 
female, you know,"
"I do," I replied. By this time, we were in the park. I wondered if such a 
comment was to discourage me or to warn me, I couldn't tell. It seemed most like 
something to discourage and warn herself. We walked over and sat on a bench by 
the pond. "Why should that matter?" this statement was one I had run over and 
over in my mind.
Haruka smiled warmly. "You are a kind person, Michiru-san. More so than anyone 
else has been to me since I transferred here. Are you sure about this?"
I blushed even more, "Hai," I whispered, almost inaudibly. "Am I really so bad 
at hiding my feelings?"
Haruka nodded and chuckled lightly.
"Do you feel this way?" I asked the question that had plagued my mind for what 
seemed like forever. I refused to let myself be led on if my confessions would 
get me nowhere.
Haruka placed her hand lightly on mine, "Hai. I like you very much, 
Michiru-san."
Complete joy filled my entire being. I looked into her eyes. It is said that the 
eyes are a window to the soul. I had heard how she'd flirted with so many girls 
at our school but never seriously. She wasn't joking around this time. I could 
see it in the gentle blue-green pools of her eyes.
"Haruka..." I lifted my head to her level. Before I could speak again, a 
warm,gentle kiss was placed over my mouth. Haruka's lips were so soft, as if 
they'd been preserved just for me. I closed my eyes and relaxed into the kiss. I 
parted my lips ever so slightly and felt the warm flesh of Haruka's tongue enter 
my mouth. It was something totally foreign to me. The last time I'd kissed 
someone was when I was eight and we had no idea what we were doing. But this was 
a kiss filled with warmth and love, not just curiosity. Of course, I was curious 
because this was the first time I'd ever kissed someone in such a way. This was 
what I had wished for on every shooting star, every good luck charm. Just a 
kiss, from Haruka. That was all I needed. But now that it was happening I knew 
there would be much more. And I welcomed it wholly. 
 
 
Chapter II
By: Jennifer Martina a.k.a. Jira
Author's notes:
*Haruka's song (Jump into Destiny) is written by me. Please forgive me if it's 
not wonderful; whoever said I was a songwriter, anyway? ^_^
 
"What?" I asked, trying not to believe what I had just heard.
"When... are you... going to... introduce... me... to your parents?" Haruka 
repeated slowly, patronizing me.
I poked her gently. "I'm not dumb," I didn't know how to answer this question. I 
knew I wanted to say 'Um...how 'bout never?'; but that wouldn't work. I still 
hadn't told anyone about my relationship with Haruka. We had been going out for 
four months already. "We'll see. What about you?"
"Um, welll...."
"Exactly." I replied, smiling a bit. I could tell we were both in the same 
predicament. But her parents were probably already expecting their daughter to 
bring home a girl instead of a guy, what with her tomboyish ways. I, on the 
other hand, was expected to act as, and be, 'a proper lady'. And I was. In all 
aspects but one. But I didn't care. Haruka meant everything to me and
I wouldn't give her up for a title or reputation, or even my family's 
reputation. But telling them that would be the hardest thing in the world.
Haruka and I were sitting on the bed in my room at my parents' house. I only 
invited Haruka over when my parents were out. Which was more often than one 
would expect. I had been alone with only my thoughts in that big, seaside house 
so much before Haruka had come into my life. I had almost forgotten how lonely 
it had been for me most of my life, with no real friends to talk to. Haruka was 
my only dear companion.
I crossed the room and picked up my sketchpad that lay by the window. "Shall we 
do some more drawing?" Haruka had been my model of late. She had the perfect 
body for art. It was so beautiful and so interesting to draw.
"Let's see what we have so far," Haruka replied. Both of us always used the term 
'we' when it came to art or music because it was a team effort.
I opened my sketchbook to the latest drawing. I was almost finished doing the 
preliminary sketch. Haruka placed her hands on my shoulders and peered over them 
at the drawing, "You are a wonderful artist, Michiru." She complimented.
"I couldn't have done it without you here." This gave me the perfect opportunity 
to confess deeper feelings than I had when we first met. "And besides, I do well 
when I draw what I love... You."
Haruka flushed. It was very kawaii. She wrapped her arms around me and I let the 
sketchbook fall back to the window seat. She leaned her head against my hair and 
whispered, "I do... too... I love you,"
How awkward and funny we must have been in this young romance. Looking back, I 
almost laugh at this sweet moment of truth. A terrible relief was given to both 
of us. I turned slightly to face Haruka and buried my head against her neck.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"I'm just so happy," I replied, on the verge of tears. I straightened up and 
looked into her eyes. Haruka hugged me closer to her; "Did you ever doubt it? 
You know I mean it with all my heart,"
"So do I," I replied.
Haruka brushed my lips lightly with her own and went to sit on the bed. I picked 
up the sketchbook and continued the sketch.
"We could see my papa first," Haruka suggested slowly. 
I smiled and walked over to where she sat. "I'm never going to finish this 
sketch," I sat down next to her. Then without warning, pinned her down. "You're 
too distracting,"
"Hey!" she laughed, trying to free herself. "It was just a suggestion!" I 
giggled until she managed to roll over and pin me down. "Ha!" her eyes sparkled 
with the childish playfulness she often showed when we were together.
"I guess it's a good idea," I went back to what we'd been talking about. "When?"
Haruka let go of my arms and sat up so she was holding my legs down. "Hmmmm...I 
don't know. How 'bout tonight?"
"Sounds good...I still can't move, you know," I replied.
Haruka grinned wickedly. "I know..." she leaned forward until she was just an 
inch away from my face, when I heard the sound of a car pulling into the 
driveway.
"Shimatta!" I cried.
"What?"
"My parents! My parents are home!" I jumped up, almost pushing Haruka over. "And 
your car's here! What are we going to do?!" uncontrollable tears formed around 
the rims of my eyes. "Oh, God, Haruka, she can't meet you this way!" the tears 
spilled over my eyes as I stood helpless, staring at Haruka.
"Don't worry, Juliet," Haruka dashed to the window of my room and opened 
it."Romeo isn't banished forever. Pick you up at seven." I kissed her quickly 
before she climbed out the second story window.
"Michiru!" my mother called from the front door.
"Coming!" I wiped my tears quickly and checked myself in the mirror before 
running out to greet my mother. She was standing in the foyer with two bags of 
groceries. I offered to carry them for her and she handed them over.
"Have you been having boys over while I'm gone?" she inquired.
I smiled inwardly. "Of course not, mama. Why would I do such a silly thing?" I 
glanced out the window as I entered the kitchen.
"I saw a car in the driveway," she replied, accusingly.
I looked out the window as innocently as possible. "I don't see anything, Mama."
My mother looked out the window too. "Wha- I must be getting old, sweetie. I'm 
seeing things lately, ne?"
"Hai, mama," I replied, giving her a hug. I didn't hate my mother, I just wished 
she could understand. "Do you want some help with dinner tonight?"
"No, I'll be fine."
"Oh, alright. Mama?"
"Hai?"
"Is it okay if I go out with a friend tonight?" I crossed my fingers.
"It's fine with me."
I hugged my mother again. "Arigato, mama!" she kissed my forehead and I dashed 
up the stairs to get ready.
At seven o' clock sharp, Haruka pulled up to the house. I called a goodbye to my 
mother and father and ran out to where she was waiting. Haruka had been smart to 
bring her motorcycle instead of her car. She smiled sweetly at me. She was 
wearing a black shirt with a tan jacket and pants, and was, as always, 
absolutely stunning. Haruka handed me a blue helmet and I climbed on to the 
motorcycle, wrapping my arms around her slender waist.
"Ready, Michiru?"
I inhaled deeply, "As ready as I'll ever be,"
We sped along the star-lit roads, through the city and to her father's 
townhouse. It loomed over me like a dark omen. I held Haruka more tightly as we 
neared the house. She parked in the garage and I fixed my slightly wind-blown 
hair.
Haruka squeezed my hand, "Don't worry, Michiru. My papa will be crazy about 
you," she offered. I smiled weakly and nodded. Haruka held my hand as we 
approached the front door. A tall man with the same blond hair and blue-green 
eyes opened the door. He was very handsome and had a kind, gentle look to him.
"Hi, papa." Haruka hugged her father and led me into the house. It was a warm, 
cozy looking place that seemed so much more like a real home than my own.
Haruka's father nodded toward me, "And who is this beautiful young lady?"
I blushed; I could tell whom Haruka took after. "Kaiou Michiru. It's very nice 
to meet you, Ten'no-san," I bowed respectfully.
"Ah. I've heard so little about you!" he teased. "I hope you'll be joining us 
for dinner?"
"Of course," Haruka and I answered in unison.
Ten'no-san chuckled. "Well, it's almost ready. Meanwhile, Haruka, why don't you 
show your friend around?" It seemed as if he had never expected anything 
different from his daughter than this. I envied her a little.
Haruka was still holding my hand when she led me upstairs to her room. It was a 
fairly large room painted in blue with gold trim, decorated with a few racing 
posters and some track, motor-cross and racing awards. 
"Well, this is my room," she placed a hand behind her head in an embarrassed 
sort of way. On one side of the room stood a desk with lots of notebooks and the 
other, an electric keyboard.
I walked over to the desk and picked up a notebook. "What are all these? They 
can't all be school work."
Haruka joined me by the desk. "Lots of things, mostly songs and poetry and stuff 
like that," her face was bright crimson.
"May I?" I asked permission to open one of the notebooks. Haruka nodded shyly, 
face still red. I opened the book to the first page. It was dated the day we had 
first kissed in the park. It was a song:
 
 
Running through the dark,
I tripped
Fall into the black hole
Of eternity
Drifting through the abyss
No turning back now
I chose to be here
I chose to be here
No turning back now
The sea is raging
The wind is wild
Jump into destiny
Embrace it
I search for a sign
Some way out of this
My future yet unfulfilled
I see you
Standing there,
Arms open wide
The light from your face is blindingly beautiful
{Bridge}
Fight, fight, fight
Run, run, run away
I can't face it
Try as I may,
I can't escape you
The light from your face is blindingly beautiful
You are my destiny
The sea is raging
The wind is wild
Jump into destiny
Embrace it
The sea is raging
The wind is wild
Jump into destiny
Embrace it
 
 
"Haruka, this is beautiful!" A tear found it's way down my cheek. I knew it was 
about us. I had no idea Haruka was such a poetic person." I'd love to hear it 
some day,"
The crimson in Haruka's cheeks had faded. "So would I."
"Haruka!" her father called.
Haruka took my hand again and we went downstairs and into the dining room. We 
sat in a triangle around the circular table. Haruka's father was very friendly 
and talkative, and my fears were soon completely gone. We talked and laughed for 
quite awhile. 
Then I suddenly inquired for almost no reason at all, "Where is Haruka's 
mother?"
Haruka and her father's faces drooped a bit. "Haruka's mama is no longer with 
us. She passed away when Haruka was very young."
"Oh, gomen nasai," I apologized.
"It's alright," Haruka assured me. "I remember her still; she was very 
beautiful. But always trying to get me into a skirt." She made a face.
Haruka's father laughed. "That's right. She wanted Haruka to be a little lady. 
Haruka's hair was kept long and she always had to wear dresses. I pitied her, 
but her mother would have it no other way." He sighed. "But, when it became just 
Haruka and I, she'd have no more of that... as you can see."
I looked at Haruka happily. "Well, I certainly don't mind that a bit,"
"Neither do I," Ten'no-san replied. This was all very thrilling for me. It was 
clear that her father supported her in whatever she chose to do.
After dinner, we all went into the sitting room where there was a beautiful 
piano. Haruka sat down and began to play an enchanting song.
Ten'no-san smiled at his daughter, "I am very proud of her for all her 
accomplishments...she has made good choices." He looked at me meaningfully.
Haruka drove me home. We stood by her motorcycle on the sidewalk in front of my 
house. I hugged Haruka. "Your father is wonderful."
She smiled. "I told you not to worry," she kissed me deeply under the bright 
stars. What a happy evening it had been.
Little did I know of the prying eyes filled with rage watching us from my own 
home.
 
 
 Chapter III
By Jennifer Martina a.k.a. Jira
 
Author's Notes:
This is the last chapter. Brace yourselves, this is the most dramatic chapter.
Michiru's mother is pretty much based on my own mother. She's a nice lady, but a 
little too suspicious and definitely homophobic.
 
 
 
I went to bed as soon as I got home that night. I lay contentedly under my 
blanket, dreaming blissful dreams of my future with Haruka. Surely, we had a 
chance at happiness together. But the next day, a rude awakening shattered my 
dreams…
I called Haruka first thing in the morning to invite her to come over for the 
day. My mother and father had to go to work, so I would have the house to 
myself. Haruka arrived a few minutes after my mother left for work. We went up 
to my room and began to talk.
"I'm so happy, Haruka. Everything is going so well," I gushed. "I think I'll 
have you over tonight and we'll tell my mother together."
"That's great! No more secretiveness; what a relief." Haruka replied happily.
I leaned closer to her, "We'll always be together…" she gently pulled me to her 
and we kissed softly.
Suddenly the door of my room swung open. "Michiru, I left my sunglasses. Do you 
know-" My mother screamed, "Ah! What the hell is going on?!" Haruka and
I quickly parted. My mother stormed over to me. "I knew it! I knew I saw a car 
here before! And last night… you weren't out with a friend, you were on a date! 
I trusted you, Michiru! And what do you do?! You bring boys into this house when 
I'm not around! You sneak around and lie to me!"
"It's not…I didn't…I…I…" my eyes filled with tears that overflowed onto my face.
Haruka stood up to tower over my mother. "I am Ten'no Haruka and I am a female." 
My mother shuddered. "I love your daughter. She loves me."
A terrifying look plastered itself over my mother's face. "NO!" she screamed. 
"It can't be! I raised my daughter right! She is not a lesbian!" she turned to 
me in disgust. "You…all my efforts have been wasted. You are a disgrace. When I 
return to this house, you will be gone, do you hear me? GONE!!!"
I let out a cry of despair as my mother stormed out of the room. We were 
completely still until we heard the sound of the front door slamming.
Haruka hugged me tightly. "Please, don't worry, love. It'll be alright." She 
tried to comfort me.
A flash of anger and understanding burned in my eyes, causing my tears to 
vanish. "I don't need her anymore. All I need is you, Haruka." I stood up.
The room that had once been our safe haven was ignited with the blind hatred my 
mother had spit out at me. "Let's get out of here."
I filled two travel trunks with my belongings and put them in Haruka's car. 
There wasn't a trace left of the Michiru that had once lived in that big, 
lonely, empty house. That would make my mother happy.
I pulled a notebook out of one of the trunks and carefully wrote a short 
sentence. I tore the paper out of the book and slid it under the front door.
"Are you ready, Michiru?" Haruka asked.
"Hai. " I grasped her hand tightly.
We got into Haruka's car and drove off. The three words written on the paper 
under the door waited to be read: 
"I love you"
 
 
* * *
 Finished! This is definitely my favorite fic that I've done so far. It also 
took the least amount of time for me to write; about 3 weeks. I'd like to thank 
a few people for their contributions to this fic:
-Olivia Hamilton for inspiring me to write just what I want to write
-Jessica Groves(a.k.a. Tama)for putting up with my insanity
-Amanda "Greenbeans" Anderson for writing awesome Haruka/Michiru fics that 
inspired me to write some of my own
-And most importantly, Naoko Takeuchi for creating Sailormoon and all it's 
wonderful and interesting characters
I hope you all enjoyed this story and will let me know if you liked it!
You can contact me with any questions, comments or flames at: 
sailorstar@rocketmail.com