“Tell me what did
you transformed into?” She asked with a calm voice, yet it couldn’t hide her
fear.
“Tuxedo
Mask.”
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Flashback:
“Michi, it’s not true. Tell me, you’re just kidding.”
“Gomen, this is real.”
“Iie, I love you, we’re…”
“Quit it Tenoh. She loves me now, leave us alone.” Seiya interrupted.
“You!” Haruka grabbed
his collar and stared into his eyes with a frightening look.
“Stop it Haruka. It won’t change anything. I don’t love you anymore.”
Michiru shouted. She was afraid that Seiya would be punched.
Haruka noticed Michiru’s
concern. “You’re speaking for him?” She asked as she started
to laugh. “You are speaking for him?” She questioned again as she laughed
harder. Tears were running off from her cheeks. She pushed Seiya
away rudely and used the free hand the cover her face.
“Haruka?” Michiru whispered. She was scared on her
ex-girl friend’s behavior; never before she had seen the tomboy acting this
weird. Seiya was also aware her strange attitude, he
slightly pulled Michiru behind and stepped in front
of her in order to protect his girl friend.
‘So you are her knight now and I’m the one
who is dangerous.’ She
laughed even louder; laughed at herself, laughed at the situation. She did not
want to see them any more, did not want see more fact to prove that she had
already lost her place. So she stormed away.
After she separated
with Michiru, Haruka wandered
around in the city for hours, heading no where in particular. Then suddenly a
car sounding its horn and caught her attention. She titled her head to see who
it was.
“Haruka-san, this is not the safest part of the city, what
are you doing here alone?” Mamoru asked while stretching his head out of the
car.
Haruka only glared at him and did not response. It
was then he noticed that something was wrong with the wind Senshi.
“Haruka-san, daijouku-kai? Did you cry?”
“I-I…” Haruka wanted to say something, but when she thought about Michiru she started to cry again. She did not want anyone
to see her in this state, so she turned around and decided to leave. However,
Mamoru stopped her by snatching out his hand out of his car from the window and
grabbing her arm.
“It’s okay if you
don’t want to tell me. Would you like to go to my place, we could have a drink
and relax a bit?” He suggested.
Haruka nodded; agreeing to his invitation, and got
inside his car. That was the worst mistake she made in her life.
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“Haruka-san, what would you like?” Mamoru was in the kitchen,
preparing drinks while Haruka reclined on the couch
and waited for him.
“It doesn’t matter.
I’ll have the same as yours.” She replied. The whole separation ordeal was
killing her. That was why she decided to spend the night with Mamoru, so she
could put it aside and deal with it later.
Mamoru returned
with glasses of cocktail. Haruka grabbed one and
placed it in between her lips. ‘It’s not
bad.’ “I didn’t know you could make those.”
“I have many
talents that you don’t know about yet.” He winked.
“Really? Then it’s a shame that you’re already
taken.” She mocked a sad look.
“Don’t worry. I
always have my eyes on you.” She only laughed on his comment and didn’t take it
seriously. She assumed it was only a joke.
The rest of the hour
wasn’t bad. They drank and talked about silly stuff. However, Haruka did not notice that Mamoru draw nearer to her from
time to time; she did not notice that he had placed his hand on her thigh and running
up and down; she did not notice that their position was rather too close. All the
alcohol she had consumed had made her less defensive.
Mamoru wrapped his
arm around her shoulder, leaning towards her face; their eyes were only inches away,
and asked. “Now, would you tell me, why were you crying early?”
Haruka tensed up instantly as she had not expected
that he would bring this up again. However she softened up few seconds later,
because she understood the future king was worried about her. “Michiru left me, because of...” She sighed. “I don’t want
to talk about this now. Could we change subject?”
Just as he
expected, it was about Michiru. Which was not a hard
guess anyway; only that mermaid could cause the tomboy acting that
dramatically. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” He whispered in her
ear. “I’ll help you forget about her.”
Before Haruka would ask, her lips had been captured by his. Her
eyes went wide immediately and she felt his hand undoing her belt. It took her
a full minute to figure out what was going on.
She punched his stomach
once she regained her sense. She stood up and said. “What are you thinking? I’ll
pretend you never did this.” With that, she turned around and walked towards
the door.
Suddenly, she felt
pain come from the back of her head. It was Mamoru who attacked her. She fell
on the floor instantly. Then he kicked and stepped on her until she could
barely breathe.
“It was your fault.
I did not mean to hurt you.” He undid her belt and used it to tie her hands on her
back. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her into the bedroom practically
throwing her onto the bed. “I’ll please you more than that whore ever could.”
Haruka’s eyes went wide as she noticed him striping.
‘No, h-he wouldn’t.’ He climbed onto
the bed and wanted to sit on top of her. However, he stopped, as she started protesting
and kicking in the air.
He grabbed her feet
and spread her legs wide opened. “Yamatte, Onegai.” She begged while sobbing.
“Why should I?
Trust me, you’ll enjoy it. I’ll please you more than that whore would and I’ll
make you forget Michiru.”
As a matter of
fact, he was right. Breaking up with Michiru was not
important to her anymore. Her entire mind was occupied by him. She felt
disgusting when he licking her ear. She wanted to throw up when he sucking her
breast. She felt shamed when he actually pushed himself into her. It was the
longest night in her life. According to her, it was endless, he just kept going
on and on; eternal humiliation.
Finally, he fell on
top of her, exhausted and gradually fell asleep. Haruka
could notice that he did not move for quite some time and heard him snored
slightly. At that point, she knew he had finally fallen asleep. Carefully and quietly
she slipped away from his grasp. Silently she sneaked into the kitchen and used
a knife to free herself.
‘Why is this happening to me? I give my heart
to the one I love and get betrayal in return. I give my life to protect my
prince and get raped in return. Why is this happening to me?’
“Sir, may I help
you?” Suddenly someone asked. When she was sinking in her own thought, she had
been sub-consciously wandering around the city. However, this time instead of
met someone, she had arrived to a place which was able to solve all her
problems.
“Sir, may I help
you?”
She found herself
in front of the service counter at Narita airport and herself was a chaos; her
hair was a mess, her shirt was button-up in a wrong order, her eyes was sore; obviously
she had been crying all night. However, it did not matter; it did not draw her concern.
“I want to leave.” She
said with a trembling voice.
“Hai, where would you like to go, sir?”
“Anywhere, I just
want to leave as soon as possible.”
“Hai, there will be a flight towards
End of Flashback
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“Papa what should I
do now? I’m not me anymore.” The voice of the raven hair boy brought Haruka back to reality.
“Daijoubu, you’re still you, another you which you haven’t known
yet.”
Yuki only gave Haruka a questioning look and asked. “Papa, you’re speaking
in a strange language.”
Haruka only smiled as she realized she was talking
in Japanese. “It’s Japanese. And don’t worry. There is nothing wrong with you.”
She sighed. “I never told you before. Only because I thought it would happen
when you’re older.”
Yuki only had a
question mark above his head; he did not have an answer to what his papa had said.