Michiru’s Ordeal
Haruka and Michiru Part Ways
Sailor Moon T: Episode One

by Aiko Chijou 
email: aikochan3@yahoo.com
Rated PG


	“Haruka…” Michiru said softly. “Don’t leave.” Tears began to run from her aqua 
blue eyes as she begged her lover to stay.
	Haruka glanced behind her and merely said, “Michi… I’m sorry, but we’ve moved 
on. We both know it.” She winced away a tear. “Don’t put me through this again.” She 
again, wiped at her eyes and prayed that Michiru would not continue to torture her 
with her pleas.
  “You mean that you’ve moved on,” said Michiru, still mourning. “You have found 
some man who makes you happier than I could? Isn’t that right?” She said in fury 
and anguish.
  Haruka remained silent for a moment. “We never really made each other happy, Michiru. 
It was a pretense, a silly little game that you and I liked to play. Yes, I’ve moved on, 
but you have new routes ahead of you, as well.”
  Michiru’s eyes widened in shock and surprise. “Haruka… Don’t say that. It wasn’t a 
game. We were in love,” She bawled more intensely, and it seemed as if her tears would 
never cease. 
  Haruka could bear it no longer. She gathered her bags, put on her coat, and left Michiru 
on her knees, covered in tears and full of sorrow. Michiru screamed as Haruka shut the door 
in her face and fell to the floor in complete heartache. “Haruka!” she cried. “Haruka! Come 
back, Haruka!” She inhaled deeply, barely able to breathe through her sobs. “HARUKA!” she 
screamed. She again inhaled and bust through the door and screamed to Haruka below her. 
“Haruka! Come back to me, Haruka! Don’t leave me!” Haruka couldn’t hear her. Her new 
boyfriend and future husband had already started up the convertible and had music cranked 
up as loud as it would go. Michiru stood on the balcony, her face dripping with tears, 
and her mascara rushing towards her lips. She cried loudly in grief as Haruka rode off 
with the strange man that she so despised, the one who had taken her love away from her. 
She took a deep heaving breath and whispered, “What’s the point in going on…? If I die… 
then I’ll be reborn, and maybe I’ll find happiness,” she said, without emotion. She looked 
down below her at the eight-foot drop to the ground. “A quick jump, and then a short pain, 
and then… it’s all over.” She smiled at the thought. “That’s all it will take…” She climbed 
over the railing and let her feet drop. Then she slowly let her hands slip away from the 
handrail. She began to fall… but had not gone two inches until a young man came speeding to 
her rescue. He gripped her wrist tightly and tried to keep her from falling. Michiru wailed 
and kicked, trying to make the man drop her. “LET ME GO!” she screamed. “PLEASE LET ME GO, 
I JUST WANT TO DIE!”
  The man didn’t say anything, but he wouldn’t let her go. She finally gave in because she 
was too tired to fight him anymore. He heaved her up to him and carried her to his apartment.
 When they arrived in his bedroom, she blacked out and he set her on his bed. Michiru remained 
in silent sleep for three hours. Even when she was so distraught, and even in sleep, she was 
a beautiful woman. The man merely took her in for a few minutes before going to get a wet 
cloth. He began to make dinner, as it was getting late. He set that aside and went to clean 
Michiru’s face. He wiped away the running mascara and the lipstick that had gotten smudged 
so heavily. Wondering if that would be enough, he decided to stay on the safe side, he left 
the cloth in her hand and went to finish dinner. Michiru awakened and stood up. She was 
surprised when she looked in the mirror to see that her smudged and smeared make-up was 
cleaned. She wandered into the back of the kitchen, as she followed the sweet scent of 
chicken and soup. She opened her mouth to speak, as she watched her savior prepare dinner, 
and began to talk. “Um… thank you, sir… I guess I was a little out of sorts, you see, my 
girlfriend… I mean… oh…” she blushed with embarrassment. She had never called Haruka her 
girlfriend before, and it just didn’t fit. The man still focused solely on the food and she 
wondered why. She glanced at the television. It was the news. The closed captions were on. 
She walked further into the kitchen and behind the man who had saved her. She tapped him on 
the shoulder and he turned his head to her. He still didn’t say a word. “Umm… My name is 
Michiru…” Michiru said to him, kindly. He took a moment to process what she had said.
  “Hello, Ms. Michiru, is it?” he said, slowly.
  “Yes. It’s Michiru. What is your name?” she asked.
  Another pause to take in what she had said. “Oh, yes, Ms. Michiru. My name is Kazuo. 
Very pleased to meet you, Ms. Michiru.” He looked behind him. “If you will wait just a 
moment, I will have dinner done soon.” He spoke slowly, like an adult speaks to a small 
child.
  Michiru thought that he was making fun of her for some reason. He had turned back around 
to the dinner, and she said, as loudly as she could without screaming, “Excuse me, but are 
you making fun of me?” Kazuo did not reply. “Did you hear me?” she yelled. He still did not 
respond. Michiru grabbed his shoulder, and turned him around vehemently. “Did you hear me?” 
she again yelled.
  Kazuo took a moment to reply. “No. I didn’t. I didn’t hear you. I never have, and I never 
will.”
  Michiru was puzzled. “What?”
  “I’m deaf,” he said slowly.
 	Michiru felt very guilty. How could she have not realized that he was unable to 
hear? She stared at his beautiful brown eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said shamefully.
  “It’s all right,” Kazuo replied gradually. “Please, have a seat on the couch and I will 
call you when dinner is ready.”
  Michiru nodded slowly and awkwardly. She plodded over to the couch and sat down heavily. 
She was still distraught at the loss of Haruka, and didn’t care what was on the news at all. 
She stared at her feet. They were dirty. She hadn’t put her shoes on before leaving the house. 
She laughed softly. She could imagine the coroner writing down his observation of her; “
Heavily smeared make-up with a torn dress and dirty, unkempt feet.” She continued to stare 
at her dirty feet in disgust. “Haruka… What did I do to make you want to find someone else?” 
she said in sorrow.
	“Haruka Tenoh and fiancée Toshio Watanabe were surprise guests today at the big F-1 
race in Osaka.” Michiru’s head snapped up to the television. “Fans were surprised to see that 
Haruka’s long-time friend and manager, Michiru Kaioh, was not there with them. When questioned 
about it, Haruka said that Michiru had quit and that she planned on going to America for a 
while. Though fans were disappointed at the disappearance of Michiru, they were also excited 
to see that the hottest new superstar actor, Toshio Watanabe, and the famous F-1 racecar 
driver, Haruka Tenoh, were a couple and that they are indeed engaged. As for the race…” 
Michiru didn’t listen to another word.
  “Long-time friend and manager?” she paused and inhaled deeply. “TRY LOVER YOU MORONS!” 
Michiru screamed at the television. She began to weep in shock again, and hated herself 
for letting Haruka leave, but she also hated Haruka for leaving her. The phone rang, 
suddenly. Michiru wondered how deaf people communicated and looked for the source of the 
ring. It came from a laptop-like videophone with a keyboard. Kazuo must have gotten ones 
for important people in his life, and of course, places like the hospital and police 
department. She was shocked to see that Setsuna’s face appeared on the monitor. She 
examined the subtitles on the monitor that Setsuna obviously was writing.
  “Hello, Kazuo,” it read. “Are you doing all right? I just wanted to check up on you, to 
see if you were okay.”
	Michiru heard Kazuo’s voice say, “I am fine, Dr. Setsuna. Thank you for calling. 
Nothing very special has happened. I have a new friend. Her name is Michiru.”
  “Michiru?” said Setsuna aloud. “Kazuo, what does Ms. Michiru look like?” typed Setsuna.
  “Around 20. Blue eyes. Wavy blue hair,” Kazuo said slowly. “Why do you ask?”
  “Why, I believe you have met one of my very best friends, Michiru Kaioh. Have you met 
Haruka as well?” she keyed.
  “No, I don’t know a Haruka. Michiru didn’t introduce me to Haruka,” he said. “Oops! I 
have to let you go, Dr. Setsuna, the food is ready. I must let you go. I will call you 
after dinner. Goodbye Dr. Setsuna.” He hung up quickly, denying the existence of any man 
or woman named Haruka. “I don’t care about anyone named Haruka,” he said very quietly. 
“Whoever it was, they almost made Ms. Michiru commit suicide and…” he stopped speaking to 
himself and turned off the oven, taking out the chicken and putting it on a plate. He then 
turned off the front burner and moved the pot of tomato soup to a turned-off burner and 
poured two cups of it. He carved the chicken and placed it on a plate with each of the cups 
of tomato soup. He went to the den where Michiru sat, still confused about the call from 
Setsuna. She also wondered if she was really a doctor… Clack! Suddenly Kazuo placed the 
plates on the coffee table in the den. Michiru jumped a little and looked up into Kazuo’s 
warm eyes. She smiled. He was a new friend, one who would protect her, one who… wouldn’t 
leave her.
  “Ms. Michiru,” said Kazuo quietly, looking closely at her. “May I ask you a question?”
  Michiru smiled. She never thought that she would smile again. “Yes, of course.”
  “May I ask who… Haruka is?” Kazuo asked.
  “Haruka is an old friend of mine… You see… She and I were a couple. I thought we were 
going to be in love forever, that we were going to live together forever. Then, today… 
she suddenly left me for this famous new actor. And now,” She grasped her face, trying 
to hide her tears. “Now I am all alone.”
  “No you aren’t,” Kazuo said firmly. “You have me, at least.”
	Michiru lifted her head and looked at him. She blushed. She coughed and changed 
the subject. “May I have some parmesan cheese for this tomato soup?” He stood up slowly 
and went to the kitchen to get the cheese that she had asked for. She sat, staring at 
the delicious-looking chicken and soup. She cut a small bite and placed it in her mouth 
delicately, chewing it elegantly. She swallowed softly, and it was mouth-watering. She 
looked up again at the television. It was still the news, but this time it was an 
entertainment news show and they were talking about Toshio Watanabe, the actor who 
had taken Haruka away. They asked him how he felt about women/women relationships 
and he replied suavely.
  “I don’t really approve of them, but I respect their differences.”
  “Mr. Watanabe, a lot of your fans have been wondering if you are seeing anyone at 
the time?” said the cute girl reporter daintily.
  “In fact, yes. I have been dating the F-1 driver, Haruka Tenoh for several months 
now and we are engaged.”
  “Sorry girls,” said the reporter, with a touch of sadness in her voice. “Well,” she 
continued, “A lot of people have also been wondering if you had heard the rumors about 
Miss Tenoh?”
  Toshio looked a bit puzzled… and yet, it was a false puzzlement. “No I have not. What 
are they?”
  “Well, some people have been saying that Miss Haruka and her manager, Miss Michiru, were 
in a woman/woman relationship.”
  “No, I have not heard them, but I can safely put them to rest,” he said confidently.
	Michiru couldn’t help but laugh. “No you cannot. We were in a woman/woman 
relationship. A rather passionate one, as well. And for the last time… I was not Haruka’s 
manager!” She smiled again, and it felt good to laugh at that fool, Toshio.
	Kazuo returned with the small cylinder-shaped green plastic container of cheese. 
“Sorry I took so long,” he apologized. “I couldn’t find it. It was behind a lot of other 
things.”
  “It’s ok,” said Michiru, sweetly. She opened the container and sprinkled her soup with 
Parmesan cheese. She delicately cut up her food, and ate more. Then, she sipped at her 
tomato soup. The two ate heartily together with constant conversation and laughter. 
Before they knew it, it was very late and they had eaten three helpings of soup. Michiru 
and Kazuo sat there for a moment, next to one another, merely basking in each other’s 
company.

	Midnight. Michiru and Kazuo did not wish to part. Kazuo wanted to stay with 
Michiru. Michiru wanted to stay with Kazuo. Michiru’s apartment was bleak and empty 
since Haruka had left, and she didn’t want to go back yet. The two decided it was 
best that Michiru stay until she could work out the emotional tumult she was going 
through. He led her to a small room in the back of the apartment and told her that 
it was his bedroom. He agreed to sleep on the couch while she slept in his bed. With 
that, they said goodnight with a gentle kiss. He walked in long strides with his long, 
gaunt legs to the den, where he lay down on the couch and closed his eyes slowly, 
pulling a blanket over him.
	Michiru tugged at her sheets and held them to her lips. She clutched them suddenly 
with her teeth. Her eyes blazed with aqua fury. Nothing she could do to get out of this… 
She had fallen in love with Kazuo.


	“Kazuo…” Michiru said softly, weeping. She grasped at the red roses in her hands. 
“Red means love…” she hugged at a bouquet of white roses next to them. “And white is for 
friendship,” She smiled very sweetly as a tear rolled down her cheek. With her free hand, 
she held an umbrella over her. Rain poured down all around her as she crouched down near 
the ground. “I’m sorry that…” she gasped. “It ended this way.” She placed the red roses… 
on Kazuo’s grave, weeping silently, and continually. She dropped her umbrella and white 
roses and lunged towards his gravestone, hugging it. She kissed it, her tears raining on 
it heavily. “Kazuo…” she cried, barely able to speak. “Goodbye!” She walked down shakily 
through the gravestones, carrying only the white roses, she had long forgotten, and lost 
the need for, her black umbrella. She screamed as she fell to another grave. “Haruka, I 
had to loose you… to an actor and a car crash… I have surely lost everything. Haruka, 
forgive me, for whatever it was that made you run away. Haruka, I will always love you, 
maybe in a different way now, but I will always love you. Kazuo, I will always love him 
too, he was my true love… and now, he too, is gone. You to a car, and he… to an earthquake… 
Haruka, did you kill Kazuo?” She sat, staring at Haruka’s gravestone. She read it. At its 
bottom, it said:
	“Michiru, I’m sorry for all that I did to you. I will always love you, Michiru.”
	Michiru cried harder and flung herself on Haruka’s grave. “No, you didn’t… you 
didn’t kill him… you only wanted me to be happy. I’m sorry that I would ever say such a 
thing. I love you too, Haruka.” She lowered her head, and put the white roses on Haruka’s 
grave. “I’m sorry I didn’t get you red roses, too Haruka. I loved you too.” She bent in 
on the gravestone, and held it. She felt arms around her. She opened her eyes and 
Haruka’s ghost held her. They kissed, in a sweet, tender way. The ghost smiled and 
disappeared back into its gravestone. Michiru stood up. She cried, but didn’t care 
much. She walked off into the rain, just wandering. The lonely white roses were left 
by themselves in the rain… forevermore.