Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Ruin ❯ Revolution ( Chapter 7 )

Haruka smacked the snooze button on her alarm the instant it went off. She snuggled back into Michiru's warmth and slept for another five minutes until the alarm went off again. Haruka pulled the thing from its socket and hurled it at the wall. The alarm continued to sound despite the terrible impact. That's what she got for buying the most expensive one that she could find. Michiru hadn't stirred yet, so Haruka got out of bed solely to not awaken her. She was a very hard sleeper, but it would wake her up after a while. Then Haruka remembered why she had set it to awaken her at five; she had a race today.

Haruka went downstairs into the kitchen. She didn't have as much time as she normally did to prepare breakfast, so she decided to cook something simple. Michiru liked western breakfasts; she supposed that an omelet and bacon would do fine. Haruka slid an apron over her pink heart pajamas and began working. The race began at seven and she had to be at the track long before then. Haruka made herself a piece of toast, and then covered Michiru's food and tea with a metal top and placed it on the dresser near her head.

Haruka took a quick shower (not that she needed one after Michiru's thorough bathing last night) and put on her racing uniform. She kissed Michiru on the cheek and then left to Yamada's Garage to pick up her bike. She knew that she would have victory today. She was against some of the best, but they were no match for her. Of course Hajime would be there, and leaving him in the dust would make winning so much sweeter. She would have her way with him after the race, but for now, embarrassing him in front of all of her adorable screaming girl fans would be enough. She was looking very forward to his expression when he saw that he would be racing her. Especially after that little speech that night.

Haruka pulled her SUV into Yamada's parking lot and walked around to the other side where he was lying under a jacked up car.
“Hey!” she called.
Yamada slid from underneath the car and returned the greeting.
“I assume you're here for your bike?” He asked.
Haruka nodded and Yamada went to the back of the garage and retrieved her green and orange motocross bike. Haruka thanked him, handing him a wad of cash and headed back to her SUV. She opened the ramp and pushed the bike in, then she drove the rest of the fifteen miles to the race.

Michiru awoke at seven o'clock sharp. Haruka had left her breakfast and a note beside her bed. Michiru took the small sheet of paper and began to read Haruka's beautiful calligraphy.

Good morning, Michiru,

I hope you slept well. If you don't want the omelet, there are some frozen things in the freezer that are still good, and there is rice in the pot near the stove. There is more tea in the kettle.

My race begins at seven o'clock, so I should be back before lunch. I thought it would be better if you didn't come because Hajime will be there, but if you want to watch, it should be on TV.

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Michiru smiled at Haruka's signature. She had always signed her notes to her with your lover, but it seemed much sweeter now. Michiru sat it back down on her dresser and picked up her plate of food. Michiru cut the omelet, took a bite, and then got the remote from her drawer. She flipped on the widescreen plasma TV on the wall and began scanning for the race. Michiru found the channel and continued to eat her breakfast.

It looked like the race was just about to begin. The camera gave close ups of all the racers, and then the gun went off. A cold chill ran through Michiru's body as the camera passed by Hajime, but then left when Haruka's helmeted face came on. Even through the helmet, she could clearly see Haruka's lips mouth the words ”I love you Michiru”. Haruka smiled, and then the race was off. She pulled into first place within a few seconds and kept her rank for the duration of the race. Michiru held her hands to her chest and prayed for Haruka's safety when Hajime's bike came dangerously close to Haruka's. He nearly bumped her off the side of the track, but she swerved just in time. Hajime, however, lost his balance and fell to the side. He wasn't hurt, but my the time he got his bike back on the track, Haruka had lapped him twice.

The man that normally came in third came in second toady. A younger guy that looked about her age won third place. He normally ranked seventh or eight, but he had been lucky today. Haruka was glad that there were actually deserving people on the podium. She usually stood next to Hajime and one of his buds. They smiled, but of course they were planning to attack her in few minutes. Haruka held her billionth trophy in the air and waved to all of her cheering fans.

One of the adorable screaming girl fans had managed to pull her way from the audience and tried running toward her at the podium, but security guards caught her before she made it halfway. Things like that had happened after almost every race. They were pretty entertaining. One time her adorable screaming girl fans had organized themselves into an army and overpowered the guards. She had the chance to hug half of them before the guards had finished with the few they managed to catch. She had told the guards that it was okay, and she had given autographs to the other half. One of them had actually pulled up her shirt and asked her to sign her chest. Haruka did it, although embarrassed. She hadn't had much up there, but the fact that she had actually signed her had Michiru steamed for at least two weeks. She couldn't help it; they were too adorable. It just surprised her that the fact that she was female never seemed to stick in their heads very long.

Hajime and his gang met up with Haruka on her way back to her car. Yamada had already picked up her bike and it was probably already back in storage. She had planned to take a trip to the supermarket, but she supposed she wouldn't have time for it.
“Hey Tenoh! Where do you think you're going?” He shouted at her.
Haruka could hear that they weren't far behind her, but she knew that she could outrun every one of them unless they all happened to be Olympic track stars. Haruka didn't bother running, but she walked faster and got into her car before they could catch her.

They all got into their own cars and motorcycles and started after her. Haruka's SUV didn't go nearly as fast as their vehicles, but she had no intent of speeding in broad daylight. Haruka drove towards the most isolated street that she could think of and stopped her car. Hajime go out of his own car and glared at her.
“What is this about, Tenoh?” he called.
“You know what it's about.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”

Haruka stared Hajime in the eye. His hands were clenching and the nerve in his cheek was jumping.
“My business is only with you, Hajime. There is no need for me to waste my time on all of them as well,” Haruka stated, resting her hands on her hips.
She had a stun gun hidden in her pocket, but she didn't think she would have to use it. Hajime ignored her and backed up a bit. He jerked his head toward Haruka and sent three of the seven men at her. Haruka took them down with just a couple of punches and kicks. Two of them were only groaning when she finished, but she had hit one of them in the right spot and knocked him unconscious.

Hajime growled and forced the others at her. These few came with a bit more caution, but she beat them just as easily. Haruka snorted.
“Do you have any more? This is pretty fun.”
Hajime began to back towards his car, but Haruka got to him before he could reach it. Haruka slammed her first smack into the middle of Hajime's face. The crunch of his noise was even louder than his scream.

Haruka shoved her foot into the fallen man's side until he was pleading for her to stop. Haruka pulled him up and pressed him back against the pavement with the force of an eighteen-wheeler at full speed. Haruka repeated it several times before she quit. Haruka smiled at the way Hajime was so helpless beneath her. Now he knew how Michiru must have felt. Haruka lifted her foot and brought it down heavily into his crotch. Hajime's scream was deafening. Haruka put more pressure on her foot until she had all of her body weight on it. Then she decided that it was time to get her point through.

“If-you-ever-think-of-even-looking-at-Michiru-again -I'll-tear your-f******-balls-off!!!” Haruka brought her foot down on Hajime for each word she said, hoping it would help the words stick a little better. Haruka kicked him some more until she came up with an idea that she thought would be more fun. Haruka knelt down and pulled off Hajime's pants and briefs. She took the taser from her pocket, took it off of safety mode, pressed it directly into Hajime buttocks, and turned on the juice. Hajime didn't seem to enjoy that any more.

“Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you liked it in the a**”
That gave Haruka a good idea. She turned it off for a moment only to insert the barrel of the gun into the very place where he had violated her poor Michiru. The she let the electricity flow directly into him long enough to fry his entire rectal system. Haruka didn't think that he would ever attempt anything funny ever again. Not even if he lived to beat the colon cancer she had probably just inflicted. Haruka gave the still-screaming man another punch in the face and then heaved him back into the driver's seat of his car.

The three other men that she had taken care of earlier were still moaning at the side of the road. Haruka went passed them and grabbed two of the four unconscious men by the legs and piled them into the backseat. She came back and did the same with the other two.
“Take care of them. They'll wake up it about half an hour.” She told Hajime. He seemed to busy paying attention to his pain listen to her, but his attention snapped back as she waved the gun in front of his face. “If I hear a single thing about this, I swear that I'll finish you off,” She warned.

Haruka then went back to Hajime's other men.
“Get up and go home,” she advised. “You wouldn't want somebody to find you like this, would you? I mean, what would you say? A woman beat you up?”
The men snarled at her, but slowly got up, clutching their aching sides or leg or wherever Haruka had hit them, and then slowly made their way to their motorcycles and cars. Haruka watched them and laughed; they looked like a bunch of zombies.

After they were all gone, Haruka wiped her blood-stained hands off on a handkerchief from her pants pocket and got back into her own car. Haruka made her way back to the track in time for her usual winner's interview and some more praise from her adorable screaming girl fans. All in all, she thought it had been a pretty good day.


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