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Chapter 3 Rekindling the Old Flame

Between Us

HARUKA-21st Century

I was so shocked when I saw Michiru with all the luggages. She came here in my tour in Germany without a word, not even from my cellphone.

When I saw her I embraced her as if I wouldn't let go. God I miss her so much. I inhaled her sweet perfume. Odd. It was different.

"It's been so long, Love." I whispered as I held her tight against me. She stiffened.

"Yes." She managed to utter. Maybe she was as confused as I was.

I immediately rushed to my unused industrialized metallic kitchen counter and began fumbling at the freezer which is filled with fitness water.

"Shimatta." I muttured.

Michiru looked at me surprised.

" I thought you're going to scold me again…I'm sorry Love but my kitchen has nothing to offer. Why don't we go outside for breakfast, nee?" I said as I led her out, nuzzling her neck.

" Yes. I'm a bit hungry too…."

I stared at her expecting her to say that she loves me.

But she didn't.

As we ordered our breakfast, I began to question her sudden appearance here, which is unexpected and out of character. I know that she is here for some reason.

" I was just about to call you, you know...by the way, how is Hotaru?" I asked as I held her hand.

"She's fine. Happy with her boyfriend…" she answered automatically, not appearing to be listening, staring blankly in place.

" What?! Hey, have you really heard what I have asked of you?" I asked, almost annoyed, almost spewing the coffee that I was about to swallow after asking my query.

" Hotaru is fine and happy with her boyfriend…" then her eyes bulged as she said something wrong. "I meant…Setsuna has a new boyfriend. Our baby is fine…just memorized how to play Mozart's collections using my violin."

" Huh? I never heard her play the basics of violin before. Piano I've heard. She must be better than you if she could easily….being that she is only four.

I stopped. I'm getting frustrated and lost in all these.

"I think you're really so upset or it must be the jet lag." I said but mostly what I said was a means to rationalize to myself. Heck, Michiru never has jet lag. She is ALWAYS on tour.

" Haruka, I have something to tell you…."

….we are again on a mission."

Michiru of Crystal Tokyo

" I think that I have fallen out of love with you, Haruka." I said softy as I was sobbing. My eyes were watery..and it is the first time that I have meant it. It had a tone of finality with it. However, instead of trying to sound as cold as I have intended, my statement seemed weak.

" How can you say that?!"

" I'm done with you putting all things ahead of me, for not being there when I needed you the most, for not being able to understand my feelings and actions as you used to."

" That's all shit. That's not true, you know that I have valued you the most, even for my own life!"

" Maybe before…centuries ago, when we were young, hopeful…naïve…..deluded!" I spat bitterly.

" You know what…whenever I try to tell you the things that you need to hear, you refuse to listen! You keep on ragging about the things that you consider as the problem without even taking the time to think of what the problem really is!

Haruka glared at me, those gray eyes filled with coldness, hatred. It has been so long since I have seen her stare at me lovingly, those innocent teal eyes that could convey thousands of sweet words with a glance.

" You know what..I had it with you, too!" Haruka shattered a picture frame by our dresser, our picture frame, the two of us, staring at the ocean…during the 21st century.

I almost shrieked at what she had done. I touched the shards of the picture frame and stared at the picture feeling nothing but a big void in my heart. The past is nothing if the present has gotten as worse as this. I glared at her with all the hatred and hurt in my eyes and torn the picture in half.

She drove her fist to the dresser, the mirrors breaking into pieces. A splinter of glass managed to hit her face, drawing a thin slit of blood, her hands bleeding as well.

She gave one last look at me before banging the door shut. Her car starting and screeching and was gone.

That was the last time I saw Haruka…Uranus.

It all came to me in a dream…all the things that happened in my last encounter with her. I was sobbing in my sleep and was rendered awake by a tender touch at my shoulders.

I woke up looking at her. The love of my life, her brows furrowed in worry.

" Michiru…you're having a nighmare.shhhh." she tightened her hug with my back at her. She nestled her head at the hollow of my neck.

It was disconcerting for me somehow. Its been so long since I have been held this tenderly. Its been years when Haruka started to be cold and unfeeling, and I as well. I did not respond.

Then I remembered…I am now in the past.