Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Keeping Up Appearances ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

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Keeping Up Appearances

Part II

Haruka took a deep breath as walked into her room and sighed in relief. Everyone was still sleeping. That was completely fine with her because she definitely was not up to talking. How would she even bring up something like that anyway? She would just forget the whole thing and be glad no one saw her.

"Haruka-papa?" Hortaru asked as she sat up sleepily in the bed. "I waited for you all night. Where did you go?"

"Hortaru, you should be in your own bed," Haruka replied dodging the question.

"I was worried and so was Michiru-mama. She stayed up all night in the kitchen waiting for you."
"I don't want to talk about it, Hortaru. I just want to take a shower and never bring it up again," Haruka said as she picked up her robe and started for the bathroom. As she shut the door behind her, she sighed and undressed. The gentle spray of hot water relaxed her as she hugged herself in her new situation. She couldn't believe what had transpired the night before. Dealing with it was going to be difficult; her curiosity had been sparked. She smoothed back her hair as she let the warm spray of water massage her body.

After an hour-long shower, she stepped out of the bathroom drying her hair and saw Michiru siting on her bed waiting for her. Michiru stood up and looked at her bestfriend. She stood up and kissed Haruka deeply. "I'm sorry," she said as she pulled Haruka down on top of her.

"Huh?" Haruka asked in her mouth as Michiru rolled over on top of her.

"Never leave me, Haruka," Michiru said softly as she eased off Haruka's robe.

Haruka closed her eyes as Michiru kissed her neck. "I won't," she whispered as she rolled over on top of her and straddled Michiru. Haruka started to pull her nightshirt when she noticed Michiru's eyes looking off to the side. Her heart wasn't in it. She wasn't doing this because she wanted to. She sighed as she got off her best friend. "This sucks."

"Michi…"

"What's wrong?" Michi asked as she put her hand on Haruka's shoulder.

"You don't love me. You're just doing this to keep me."

"Haruka…"

"Michi, we'll always be bestfriends," Haruka interrupted. "Just nothing else."

Michi looked down and stood. "I thought that was what you wanted. We've been together so long that I…"

"Don't worry about," Haruka replied as she put her robe on. "Besides, I'd hate for something bad to happen between us."

Michi smiled and looked at her best friend. "Thank you, Haru," she said as she left the room.

As soon as Michi left, Haruka threw herself on the bed. "Why me?"

~*~ *~ *~

"Haruka, the reason I called you in here was," Kasuka began as Haruka sat down in the chair in front of the desk, "you're being promoted to team leader. Your idea for the Yamagochi Corporation was quite impressive."

Haruka smiled. "After two years, it's about time." "Thank you," she replied.

"Congratulations," Kasuka said as she stood with a folder. "Of course you will receive an increase in benefits and a company car. But there is one thing…"

"What?" she asked sat up interested.

"You'll be receiving an expense account and…now that you're promoted certain things will be expected of you. You know that the firm likes for our executives to not only create million yen deals but look the part of success."

"I see," Haruka began as she looked down herself. She was wearing the usual, khakis, a white shirt and a tie. Her tastes had not changed much since high school.

"I knew you would," Kasuka smiled as she handed her a folder. "That is your new contract. There is a cocktail party to celebrate the success thus far of your ad and the Yamagochi Corporation wants to meet with you and your team to discuss creating a campaign around your add."

Haruka stood and nodded. "Thank you."
"You deserve it," Kasuka replied as Haruka opened the door. "And take the rest of the day off to shop for a dress."

Haruka smiled as she shut the door then frowned. She always hated wearing dresses. She looked like a freak. She remembered the last time she wore a dress and how the boys in her class teased her and one dared to look up her dress to see her panties. But she also knew in the business that she was in looks, expressions, and politics meant the difference from her having an idea and someone else who did look the part taking credit for it.

As she went back to her cubicle, she looked towards an empty office and smiled. That was to be her new office come Monday. She'd have to move in on Sunday so she'd be in place for the meeting. A dress and suit was not that bad, as a sailor scout she wore an extremely short fuku and heels so business attire could not possibly be as bad. She grabbed her helmet and sack. She had some shopping to do.

About fifteen minutes later, Haruka stood in the mall looking at the practically deserted shopping place. It was early in the day, the real crowd wouldn't show til after five. She'd get a couple of suits with her new corporate express card.

"Sir, can I help you?" a petite sales associate asked as Haruka entered.

Haruka ignored the woman's mistake, being greatly used to it. "I'm looking for a suit…"

"Anyone in particular?"

"Myself," Haruka answered as she fingered a particular suit. "Do you have this in a size 6?"

The woman looked disgusted for a moment then looked closer at Haruka's features. "I am so sorry, ma'am," she apologized as she bowed deeply. "Yes we do. I will get it for you."

Haruka smirked as the woman hurried away to get the suit.

"We meet yet again," a masculine voice whispered into her ear.

Haruka spun around and narrowed her eyes as she looked at Zoicite. "Are you following me?" she accused. For the past week since they had their affair, he seemed to be everywhere. He even owned the flower shop that Michiru frequented and of course she just happen to see him the one time she went in there.

"Actually I saw you when I coming from Structure and I was thinking the same thing," he answered. "I just thought I'd say hi."

"Sorry," Haruka replied, as she blushed a bit. She looked at his green eyes and started to feel a lustful wondering enter her mind again. "Look," she began as she shook the lecherous thought from her mind. "Instead of us avoiding each other why do we just be friends."

"That's fine with me," Zoicite replied as the sales associate returned.

"Ma'am, this is our last one," the woman said as she held the suit up to Haruka.

"That is the most hideous thing I've ever seen," Zocitie observed. "It's so conservative and prudish. It's not for you."

Haruka opened her mouth in shock. She was a total lost for words. "I think…"

Zoicite looked around for a second and walked over to a pantsuit that had a fashionable long jacket. It was a lilac color and it was clearly designed to be sexy and accent curves of the wearer, yet still be intelligent and business like. "This will accent your figure without looking like a bag. I'd like this in a four for her, Miss," he said as he turned around. The woman smiled and quickly left. "Your clothes should show off your figure not hide it."

"I don't need your help," Haruka said stubbornly as she clinched her fists. No one had even taken charge of her before, but she could feel that this would not be the first time.

"If you were going to buy that ugly thing you did," he replied. "She's quite beautiful when she's flustered…oh my gods when did that become an issue."

"Here you are ma'am," the woman said as she came up.

"She needs to try it on," Zoicite said as he took the suit from the woman and gave it to Haruka. "Let me see when you come out."

Haruka followed after the woman to the dressing room dumbfounded. She wondered what did she get herself into and why did she listen to him as she undressed and put on the suit.

"Ma'am, your boyfriend sent these for to try on you too," the woman called as she knocked on the door.

Haruka rolled her eyes as she opened the door. She placed clothes on a hook behind the door.

"That is quite becoming" the woman complimented.

"Thank you," Haruka answered as she looked down at herself.

"You're boyfriend, has excellent taste," the woman continued. "He's quite…"

"He is not my boyfriend," Haruka replied annoyed.

The woman blushed. "I thought with the way you two looked at each other that…" the woman began then stopped as she looked at the glare on Haruka's face.

"I'm a lesbian," Haruka said coldly as she walked out into the area so Zoicite could see the suit. "Well…"

Zoicite's eyes washed over Haruka appreciatively and critically. "It'll…do," he said slowly. "I sent back some other things."

Haruka noticed his response to her and smiled to herself. It was about time someone else was being tortured besides her. She was all in sorts after what passed between them last week. She still liked women, the sales girl was attractive to her but being such a moron, she would only be a one-night stand. "It must be the eyes. I've always been partial to green and in certain clothes he looks like a woman…or maybe it was too many shots of JD."

"I like this one the best," Zoicite answered as he looked at the short dress that Haruka now wore. It was a blue spaghetti strap dress.

"I think I'm going to get all of them except the red and white one," Haruka answered. "Shopping is taken care of for at least a year."

"Five suits and 3 dresses is not bad," he remarked as he moved closer to her. He touched her short hair.

"I was going to get a hair cut while I was here," she remarked.

"I think you should grow it out. Long hair suits you better."

"You think so?" Haruka asked curiously the coughed to cover herself. "Well it would be less of a hassle getting it cut. I used to have long hair in junior high. It has nothing to do with your suggestion."

"Kay," he replied sarcastically as he turned to leave so she could check out.

They two came out of the store a few minutes later. "Let's get you some shoes now," he said as he steered her towards the store.

"I have shoes at home."

"After you get some shoes, we'll get something to eat, then you can go home and get ready."

"Get ready for what," Haruka asked incredulously.

"As you friend, it's my duty to help you test out one of your outfits for true wearability," he answered.

"I don't trust that look. He's up to something."

"And so where are 'we' going?" Haruka asked. He was amazing. He came into her life and turned it all around and now he's apart of it.

"There's a club I know. The Abyss, ever heard of it?"

Haruka smiled as she thought of a few memories. "I picked up a few there. It's been months since I've been there."

"Good then I'll pick you up at 12," he said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her in the direction of the nearest shoe store. "But first you need to get some more items."

"Huh?" Haruka said as she was pulled along. "First I slept with a man and now I'm going to hang out with one. What is going on!!" she wondered as she looked at the handsome blond pulling her along.

Several hours later Haruka looked at herself in the hall mirror and smiled. She was certainly all dolled up. Normally at a club, she sported a pair of pants and white shirt. However, tonight she was totally done up with one of her new outfits. Zoicite insisted that she test out one of the outfits and with everyone in the house gone who was going to notice. Hortaru was spending the weekend at a friend's and Michiru was away at a concert in another city. Haruka suspected that the concert was not the only thing that was going to be preoccupying her bestfriend.

"At least someone's making her happy," she sighed as she ran her hand through her hair. She had on her favorite pair earrings golden loops. Her father gave them to her for her sixteenth birthday before he died. That was first time she had ever been told she was pretty. It was odd when he said it and she almost laughed. It was always said that she was handsome and manish. It was odd to be thought of as feminine, but then he was a father so he didn't count.

"He's here," Haruka whispered nervously as she walked to the door after hearing the chimes. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she thought as she opened the door and gasped as she saw him standing before her.

Zoicite smiled as she opened the door. Haruka was totally surprised by what he was wearing. He looked totally comfortable in a pair of slightly baggy jeans and a tank t-shirt. She would have never have guessed that his body was so magnificent. Of course, she knew he had some tone, but that night they spent was somewhat hazy. Serena and the girls would be drooling over him if they were here. Everything looked perfect from the manila Timberland boots to the flannel around his waist. Even the backwards baseball cap on his head, enhanced his ensemble. He looked great.

"Do I have taste or what?" he asked as they walked to his car. "I told you, you'd look great."

Haruka snapped out her reverie and smirked, "I look good in everything."

"Ok," Zoicite remarked as he pulled out of the driveway.

A couple of hours later they were dancing to club mix of a Gloria Estefan's Heaven's what I feel. The two had been the hottest dance couple there and all eyes had been on them the whole night. "I'm going to get us some drinks," Zoicite said as a song that he didn't care for came on. Haruka nodded her head as a guy took an opportunity to cut in. Zoicite shook his head and walked to the bar.

"Z, man! Now I know why you never bring anybody home," a fellow regular said as he came up. "Your girlfriend is fine. If I were going home to her every night, I'd tear it up…"

Zoicite looked at him strangely for assuming that Haruka and him where a couple. He looked out at the floor at his friend. He smiled slightly as he watched as a couple of guys tried to dance with her and weren't getting anywhere. She looked great with that short black dress on. The calf length knit cover was nice retro look and graceful as it swung about her lithe figure. The go-go boots were an added touch that made her look so sexy.

"…I know sex with her has to got to be intense. Is it as good as she looks?" the guy asked.

"Better," Zoicite answered without thinking then turned around suddenly as he realized what he said.

"Alright, man, you're so cool," the guy commented as he looked at Haruka. "Real cool."

"Thanks…"Zoicite answered as he placed his order with the bartender.

On the dance floor, Haruka was dancing with a red head in a halter-top when a couple of guys tried to cut in. One got behind her and one in the front. The red head left in frustration and Haruka looked at the men evilly.

"We wanna dance with you, baby," one of them said his breath reeking of alcohol.

"No thank you," she replied as she tried to walk away, but they danced her into a little corner against the wall.

"Then how about a hard screw against the wall," the other asked as his hand slipped underneath her skirt.

"Drop dead," Haruka replied as she jammed her heel into his foot causing him to yelp out in pain.

"That wasn't nice," his friend replied as he grabbed her by throat. Her head hit against the wall somewhat hard and she kneed him.

"I think you need a lesson," the other guy replied as he recovered. He punched her, making a cut under form and start to bleed.

"You'll regret that," she said angrily as she felt her anger rise. It would be nothing for her to transform and slice these guys into pieces with her space sword or to crush them with her earthquake attack. They wanted her to rock their world, she'd rock it for them.

"Is there a problem?" a male asked.

The two men turned around and looked into the angry eyes of Zoicite. "There will be if you don't buzz off. We're trying to get a little ass over here and it's obvious there's no way you could be hitting this right, flower boy."

An eyebrow raised in anger at the comment, and he looked at the cut below Haruka eye. It trickled almost like a tear. Zoicitie shook his head. "I'm going to tell you this once. Let her go and never touch her again."

In response to Zoicite's, threat one of them men looked at him haughtily and slipped his hand in between Haruka's legs. Haruka pulled against them in anger. She was just going to have to risk everyone seeing her transform. She'd deal with that later, but before she could say anything, Zoicite rushed both of the men. The one feeling her up was down was on the ground gasping for air after being hit in the chest. The other looked in shock at his speed and started to swing wildly at him. Zoicite merely dodged him and swept him. He placed his boot on his throat. "Apologize."

The man mouthed an apology to Haruka and Zoicite grabbed her to get her out of there.

"Where are we going?" she asked as she looked at the unfamiliar neighborhood.

"I want to look at your cut and my apartment is closer," he answered.

"It's ok. I've been in my share of scraps in my life time," Haruka said stubbornly as he pulled into a nice apartment complex in the down town section.

"Come on," he said in a commanding yet pleading tone. He opened the door and led her to the kitchen. He cut the light on and lifted her on to the counter. "That's not too bad. I don't think it's going to scar," he said as he got some ice from the freezer and wrapped it in dishtowel. He placed it on the cut and she hissed slightly from the sting.

"Thank you," she said awkwardly as she looked into his emerald eyes.

"I'm sorry for leaving you alone," he whispered as he smoothed some hair from her eyes. His hand went to the ice pack that she was holding to her eye. As he placed it on the counter, the two kissed lightly.

Haruka could feel him caressing her bottom lightly and she wrapped her legs around his waist in the moment. She didn't know why, but she wanted him. She had to know if it was the drinks last time, or was she really attracted to him. She smiled in anticipation as she felt him unzipping his pants. He lifted her slightly to slide her panties off and let them fall to the floor. Then she felt him slide inside her and grind against in her in the perfect rhythm. Despite what she hoped to happen she was very pleased by his movement and added her own. She wrapped her legs around him again tightly to bring his entire length inside of her. She heard him sigh in pleasure as he became enveloped in her warm, tight space.

She felt him pull her tightly to him as he came inside her. He continued 'til he felt her gently throbbing about him and her scream out his name. The two of them held each other in silence for eternity. Then Zoicite picked her up and started to carry her towards his bedroom. "What are you…"

"I want you again," he answered softly. "In the morning we can decide what to do…over breakfast." Then he shut the door behind them.

I think we know who belongs to who, SM characters belong to the wonderful Naoko Takeuchi, who let me borrow her characters for fun and imagination. Everybody else is a figment of my wonderful imagination.