Name: 'Revelations: Haruka'.
Author: Cony.
E-mail: rubi@riemann.mat.puc.cl
rated: PG.
Haruka.
Soon after we left the Hikawa Jinja, and as we drive through the crowded
streets of Tokyo, my mind begins to wonder. My body knows very well how to
drive, and besides, there are a lot of thigns I need to think about. Like .
. . well, to put it in simple words, what the hell is going on?!!. We're
gone for a couple of months, and the world turns upside down!. Ami--no,
Reiko, turns out to be a secret agent . . . it sounds so bizarre. The
gentle, quiet and shy girl was a woman first than any of us were. Her
childhood, ripped away from her . . . her innocence, destroyed in a flash.
How complex people can be sometimes . . . I thought I knew her, yet, I knew
nothing. Her past, her life . . . everything was been kept from us, as she
tried to keep on living with such a heavy weight in her heart. At first, I
didn't trust this 'Hiro-chan' person, yet when I knew how deeply he cared
for her, he inmedialty clicked with me.
I still don't know why, yet he remembers me of myself. He protects his love
from everything, just as I do with Michiru. As I take a sidelong glance at
my partner, I can see she's as shocked as I am. Her long greenish hair is
blown by the wind, yet her eyes remain focused far away. I sigh quietly,
not wanting to disturb her train of thought. As my eyes look again to the
streets, a sudden flash of white catches my attention. I frown.
Wind-speed-moving-white-blurs aren't common, right?. I follow it, my head
moving here and there, trying to get it again. It moves so fast, it's hard
to track it down. And then, as suddenly as it began, it stops. I locate it,
and when I see what it is, I gasp loudly. Michiru turns her eyes to me,
asking. I whisper: "Quick!. Look, over there, on top of the neon sign!".
Her green eyes flash upwards, and she gasps too. There, standing, the wind
rustling her clothes, is Am--Reiko.
At first, it's hard to say it's her, because of the clothing. Would you
really expect to see her on a T-shirt and trousers?. But, the hair and way
of standing is umistakeable. Seconds pass slowly, as she seems to stare
down at the passing cars with such sadness and sorrow . . . her eyes are so
full of melancholy, I'm struck. Not even Usagi's eyes have ever shown so
much emotion. Wind blows her hair, and I see as a crystal glitter fills her
eyes . . . tears?. She closes them softly, and seems to take a deep breath
before crouching. What's she going to do?. And then, as suddenly, she seems
to haze over, and dissappeara from sight. I'm taken back, and only snap out
of it when Michiru's voice reaches my ears: "Well, what are you waiting
for?. Let's follow her". I nod, and following her instructions, I drive
through the streets, passing red lights and slow-moving sectors. Only one
thought is set on my mind. Where is she headed?.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
That was interlude number 5. There are only a few left, but I think I will
start repeating the people . . . there are just some Senshi (Michiru for
example, don't get angry at me minna!!), that I just can't write. It just
goes beyond my power. Whenever I sit in face the screen, I put myself in the
place of the speaker . . . yet with those 'I'm-not-going-to-mention-who-they-
are' Senshi, I just can't. It bounces off, and I finish writing from some
other's POV. Sorry minna!!!.
Now, things get rolling again, as we will see another 'revelation' in Reiko's
past . . . well that's the title, right?. There are many more amamzing truths
revelaed as the story goes on, so keep on reading!. Your perception of Ami
will never be the same after you've read this!. I'll make sure of that!!.
(Evil Kodachi-like trademark laughter, while Cony get's all giddy and
childish running around the room with a ribbon laughing her head off!!.@_@
Disclaimer: you know the thingy. Me don't own SM. Only like. Too much said
psychiatrist. Obssesive fan declared parents. Lost case mentioned psycologist.
I wonder why?. :p
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