Disclaimer: The characters in this fanfic are owned by Naoko Takeuchi… Well except for some characters I’ve created that will show up in this fic.

A/N: And now, this is the last chapter I wrote three years ago. Please read and tell me what you think.

Status: 3/?

“That would be a thousand yen, sir,” the cashier smiled and handed the motorbike accessories to her. Haruka couldn’t help but grin. This situation happens all the time, though there were some who figure out that she’s in fact a female. And she found herself enjoying it very much.

“Domo,” she paid the cashier then took her of bag of supplies to leave. She almost bumped into someone at the exit but instead of stopping to apologize, she just continued walking back to her car. The stranger gazed at her until she’s out on the road in her yellow converter.

“Is there anything I can do for you sir?” the store clerk asked politely. A sly smile curved his lips as he went inside the store.

It took six rings before Michiru answered her cellular phone. She was having her swimming practice in the Mugen High’s sport complex and was about to dive in the swimming pool when her phone rang.

“Nee, Michiru,” said Haruka from the other line, “I might not be on time to pick you up there.”

Michiru smiled then cleared her throat. “Having problems with your car again?”

“Hai, something like that. Gomen nasai. Are you finished practicing?”

“Actually, I was just about to start when you called.”

“Okay. I’ll try to come as soon as possible. Stupid car,” Haruka muttered that made Michiru laugh.

“Don’t pass your frustration to a lifeless object,” she teased.

“Whatever. Catch you up later,” then the line was dead.

Michiru shook her head then went to diving board to continue her training.

He slowed down his motorbike when he recognized the yellow car that was parked at the highway’s shoulder. It was the same car he saw at the auto supply shop a while ago and from the way things looks, it seemed that the owner was having trouble with her car’s engine.

A damsel in distress, he smiled at the thought.

Maybe he would be able to know her name if he would offer help, not that he only helps those he likes. It was just that he was really interested in meeting her. Funny, but this was the first time he got interested with a female transvestite, add the fact that she looked more gorgeous than him as a guy. He knew he was not that handsome but he had his share of women in the past. He dated some of them but never had a steady girlfriend. After two weeks, he would be going back to Boston so maybe it would be better to have some fun while staying here before he goes back to his serious study life.

“Kuso!” Haruka kicked her car in frustration. She has been trying to make the engine start for almost fifteen minutes now, but there hasn’t been any progress. She was in this state when a motorbike passed by. Somehow, the motorbike seemed familiar.

The bike stopped a few meters away from her just as she turned her attention back to her car. She just heard the rider’s footsteps coming towards her.

“Can’t make the engine work eh?”

“No. Actually, I can’t make it talk,” she replied in pure sarcasm. She heard the stranger chuckle but she ignored him.

“There’s no need to be sarcastic you know,” the stranger said in a friendly voice then placed his hand on her right shoulder.

Haruka stopped what she was doing then glared at him. That was the only time she had a good look at him, and to her surprise, the guy was oddly familiar. Then she remembered where she saw him. In the New Tokyo International Airport. The guy whom Usagi met.

“Hey, are you okay?” the guy asked frowning when she just continued staring at him. Haruka looked away, vexed to find herself blushing.

“If you don’t mind, I need to work here,” she spoke not looking at him.

“I don’t mind.”

“I mean, if you could please remove your hand off my shoulder?” this time she’s getting a bit irritated.

“Huh? Ah of course,” the guy released her shoulder then walked to the other side of the car to check the engine for himself. Haruka gaped at him as his head bent down and did something she wasn’t able to see clearly. She was still staring at him when he finally looked up to her. For a moment, their gazes locked. Haruka was awed for she swore his eyes had the deepest blue shade she had ever seen. He broke into a grin then cleared his throat.

“You can try and restart it now.”

“Huh?”

“I said you could turn it on now. I fixed it already.”

It took a few seconds before it registered in her mind. She hesitated for a while but then went inside her car and set the key to the ignition. Her eyes opened wide in disbelief.

It works! After fifteen minutes of repair, I wasn’t able to fix it. Yet this nosy git came along and was able to make it—

“Gomen, but I couldn’t make it talk either,” he said, eyes twinkling in amusement.

She gave him a frosty glare but all she could see was that stupid grin on his face. She rolled her eyes before turning her gaze back to the road and drove away.

“Thanks anyway!” he shouted but she acted like she hadn’t heard him at all.

Wowie: So there, finally they met. But then I need to know if anyone’s interested to know the remaining scenes and if I get enough reviews, I would finish it.