Disclaimer: As much as I'd like to claim the wonderful Haruka and Michiru as my own creations, I'm unable to do so. I do not own Sailor Moon or its characters in anyway.

Warning: For people who are homophobic, press the 'back' button now while you can. Do not proceed.

Akira: Okaaay... This is my third time revising this chapter. I went back to read and I found some things that didn't quite match so… Yeah, there's been real slight changes. Hopefully it's better now.

Chapter 1: What?! Engaged?! No way!

It was a busy working day and the Christmas charity function for Tenou corp. would be arriving in a matter of months. Everybody was busying over their own chores. They were either typing away madly on their keyboards, or speaking animatedly into their phones trying to clinch new deals for the company. All working hands came to a stop to greet the new presence in the office who was a tall blond boy around the age of nineteen that was weirdly enough, dressed in a dirty jumpsuit from a garage, busy storming his way through the maze of desks with difficulty.

"Good morning, Tenou-san," greeted the employees as they bowed when the teenager strode past their desks. The blond cursed as he trudged through the small spaces in between the desks. It felt as if the desks were blocking his way intentionally and mocking him so as to delay his arrival in the president's office where someone awaited him.

'This is dumb, even the desks are making fun of me,' he thought to himself, making a mental note to find and fire the damn interior designer who decided to place the desks in this fashion, making it so hard to walk around the office. 'Can this day get any worse?'

"Hmmm… There's something wrong here and I can't really put a finger on it…" Haruka muttered to himself, deep in thought as he laid under the car in his dirty navy blue jumpsuit which was covered with grease all over. A loud call of his name jerked him out of his thoughts as he hissed in pain, bumping his forehead against the underside of the car and earning a snicker from his friend who was standing in front him as he rolled out from under the vehicle.

"Damn it, Hiro, quit laughing already. What's up?" the blond muttered as he rubbed his sore forehead, annoyed at his fellow mechanic who was still laughing at his blunder.

"Hehe, I'm sorry about that Haru, couldn't resist. Anyway, Masa-san wants you up in the office, said something about a phone call for you from your dad," Hiroki replied, holding up his hands in defense as he tried to suppress his grin.

"My old man? What does he want from me?" the blond removed his gloves and absentmindedly ran a hand through his short, dirty blonde tousle habitually when he noticed his friend shrug in response. "Well, I'll be up in the office if you need me." He pat his friend on the shoulder and soon, he was gone like the wind.

Reaching the office of the garage, he gave an audible knock before entering the room. The large, round man behind the table stopped his animated conversation on the phone abruptly and smiled kindly at the young man who stood before him with an inquiring look on his face.

"Masa oji-san, is that my old man on the phone?" the blond sat himself down on the chair in front of the desk as the large man, probably in his fifties gestured for him to sit in the chair instead of standing at the door.

"Ah yes, Haruka-kun," replied Masaru in an amiable manner, his blue eyes twinkling a little as he beamed at Haruka before speaking into the receiver again to excuse himself for the rudeness of cutting off his earlier conversation with the president of the Tenou Group. "Toshi is on the line, I need to be checking up on the stuff below. Have a nice chat with him," the fat man stood up from his leather office chair and exited the room quietly.

"Hello? Yes it's me, what do you want, old man?"

The blond fumed as he flung open the door with a resounding bang, causing everyone in the office to stop staring and return to their own work. After all, they had a job to do.

"What is the meaning of this, kuso oyaji?!" the teal eyed teen yelled at the top of his voice and slammed his palm against the shiny, expensive looking oak desk, not even bothering to close the door after his entry.

Tenou Toshihiko smiled calmly at his infuriated son as his graying blond hair shone in the sunlight which managed to sieve through the curtains behind him and replied impassively, "Haruka, do you mind closing the door? I would like my privacy here."

"I don't have time for your mind games, kuso oyaji!" the handsome blond narrowed his teal orbs menacingly, glared at his father in frustration and then proceeded to close the door with another resounding bang, knowing that his old man would never answer his question if he didn't do as he said.

"Thank you, Haruka. So… what is the meaning of what?" asked Toshihiko, who entwined his fingers under his chin and placed his elbows onto the shiny work desk, resting on them as he did so.

"Don't play games with me, kuso oyaji; you know damn well what I'm talking about! What the hell were you thinking?! Are you out of your fucking mind?!" he plopped into the chair as he tousled his blond hair in anger and irritation, and growling in frustration.

"Language, son. Don't get so worked up, Haruka. It's beneficial for both parties, and as far as I'm concerned, I want nothing but your well-being. You know that to inherit the company you'll need to get married. I'm already getting on in years; all I want is to see you inheriting the fruit of my labor. With the merging of two major companies in the aerospace industry, we can definitely bring our creations to the next level," Toshihiko stood from his chair and walked around the desk to stand behind his son, placing hands of reassurance onto Haruka's shoulders.

"How is this wishing for my well-being?! We're talking about marriage here! This is no joking matter!" yelled Haruka once again, making a move to stand up only to be pushed back down into his original position by the strong hands on his shoulders.

"Calm down and listen to me just this once, Haru. It wouldn't have come to this if I could do it myself. This is a big leap for us and I'm making use of this opportunity to outdo our best performance in years."

Having calmed down significantly, he took a deep breath before he spoke again, "Oyaji, I'd like to help you with whatever I can do but… You're forgetting one ultimate factor here, and that is, I'm not-

The phone gave a 'beep' and soon, the secretary's voice came through the speaker on the phone.

"Shachou, Kaiou-sama is on the line, shall I put him through?"

Toshihiko nodded and spoke clearly, "Put him through and… one more thing, Sumeragi-san."

"Yes, sir?"

"Bring in my coffee in five minutes."

"Got it, sir."

Toshihiko walked back to his chair, sitting down on it as he picked the receiver up into his hand, pressing it against his ear.

"Hello, this is Tenou speaking. Yes, it's good to talk to you again, Kaiou-san. The deal? Yes, it's still standing of course, I'll make sure to see it through, don't worry about it." Toshihiko spoke animatedly as he gestured for Haruka to remain unmoving in his seat without making any sound.

At that point in time, Haruka wasn't even paying attention to their conversation. He was drifting off into his own world; his head was swarmed with thoughts of the upcoming race and the ones after. This had to be a bad joke, yes, it must've been. His father loved playing tricks on him just to see his different reactions. That's right; it's just a weird hobby of his father's. The deep voice of his father shook him from his thoughts as he registered what his father just said in his mind.

"Haruka, are you listening? We're having dinner with them tonight. I'm sure you'll like her; she's an accomplished violinist of your age. There'll be plenty for the both of you to talk about." The blond man put the receiver back in its place, and picked his cell phone up as it vibrated. "By the way, Masaru just texted to say that Hiroki-kun needs you back at the workshop."

Haruka groaned outwardly as he made his way out of the office, sulking visibly. Back to the question, could this day get any worse? Yes, and in fact, it just did.

He stopped in his tracks in front of his car and cursed as he jerked his head up, as if remembering something.

'Damn it, guess I'll have to get the name of that stupid interior designer some other day.'

Leaning against the window pane, a beautiful aqua haired sighed as rain droplets fell from the dark skies hitting the glass pane repeatedly. Lifting herself away from the window, she walked towards her Stradivarius and removed it from the case. Gently tucking the violin in between her chin and shoulder, she raised the bow to the strings and closed her eyes.

'Why is my life so empty?'

The melodic sounds of the violin soon merged with the rhythm of the rain droplets landing on the glass surface, creating a complicated atmosphere within the dark, enclosed room. Anyone listening to the music could simply tell that the violinist was greatly troubled by something on her mind. A knock on the door was all it took to cease the music in the room completely. Slowly lowering her bow from the strings, she turned her attention to the door and replied to the knock, "Come in."

"What is the matter?" enquired Michiru, her ocean blue eyes glimmering in the dark while she scrutinized the small quavering brunette standing at the door who was fiddling with her fingers in nervousness as she placed the Stradivarius back into its case.

The brunette bowed deeply, hitting her head against the doorknob clumsily as she held back the tears in pain, clutching her poor swollen forehead while replying, "Ah, I'm sorry for my rudeness, Ojou-sama. There's a phone call for you from Oku-sama."

A soft giggle escaped her tender cherry lips as she walked over to the nervous girl who had her head bowed due to embarrassment and placed two soft fingers under the nervous girl's chin, lifting her head so that their eyes met and leaned down, pecking the sore spot on her forehead before giving an intriguing smile as she walked past the girl saying, "A lady should learn to take better care of their looks, Hitomi-san."

The brunette flustered and gave a meek reply of 'Hai!' before blushing hard and quickly bringing her small hands to where her heart was, trying to steady her erratic heartbeat. When it was finally beating normally, the maid couldn't help but wonder why did she react like that before her employer, a girl no less?

Wait… There's something odd. It was her first day at work in the mansion and they had not been formally introduced, so how did the perfect aqua haired beauty get to know her name?

"Hello, good afternoon, Okaa-san. Is something the matter?" Michiru settled herself onto the leather couch as she spoke into the phone.

"My, are you trying to imply that I can't call you unless something is up?"

She let out a smile.

"Of course not, Okaa-san, you know very well that's not what I meant."

"Yes, I know. I was only joking with you. By the way, we have an important dinner tonight," the Kaiou mistress's voice brightened and she continued, "We're having dinner with the Tenous' tonight."

Michiru sighed. She knew what was coming. The girl played with her aqua tresses and twirled them around her fingers as she replied, "Okaa-san, I thought we have been through this countless times. I am not interested in boys. Or men, for that matter."

"I do know that, dear. It's just a simple dinner, hime."

She frowned at the thought that 'simple dinner' and spoke again, "Okaa-san, I know very well what Otou-san and you are planning. You are trying to marry me off to some man that I have not even met and will never ever fall for. This is just not-

"Right," the voice at the end of the other line finished for her. "Hime-chan, please, we're doing this for you. Do it for us too. We need the Tenous' support. And I'm sure Tenou-kun is a nice boy. After all, you won't know until you try, isn't it?"

Her mouth opened, but no words came. It was pointless to argue on when her mother put it across in that manner. Releasing her hold on her aqua locks, her ocean eyes closed in defeat as she answered, "Where is this dinner going to be held at?"

Putting the receiver back in its place, she sighed again. She knew her parents loved her very much and for them to have made a choice like that meant it was a very important matter, but… To be marrying a total stranger, a man no less, was a little too demanding for her. She rubbed her temples and sighed for the third time. Maybe a good swim would do the job of ridding her of her problems for a while. Having decided that, she walked back into her room to change into her swimsuit.

"I'm engaged."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Haru, hang on a sec here. You're what?!" Hiroki shot Haruka a look of disbelief as he squatted in front of his sulking friend, searching those familiar teal eyes for a hint of mischief of any kind to make sure that he wasn't pulling his leg.

"Hiro, how many times must I tell you this? Get out of my face before I kick your sorry ass," shoving his friend out of his face, Haruka growled audibly. The situation was clearly showing that he was pissed off and the looks of anger and frustration in his eyes were obviously saying something along the lines of 'touch me and you die'. Throwing off his gloves onto the toolbox beside him, he cast a glance at the clock which read '17:48', and repeated himself, "I'm engaged."

"Okay, let me guess," Hiroki placed his chin onto his thumb and index finger, striking a thinking pose which he thought was cool and took a deep breath as he continued, "Your father thinks you've been messing around too much and now he's making you get married to some ugly but rich snobby preppy girl who's going to be all over you the moment you meet and she'll be trying to seduce and flirt with you every single moment after your parents are gone- no wait, scratch that. She'll be trying to seduce and flirt with you even when your parents are around. After all, the great Tenou Haruka is irresistible." He took another deep breath as he finished the long sentence half jokingly, winking at the ticking time bomb who was half leaning and half sitting on the bonnet of his own convertible.

"You're half right," the blond murmured unwillingly, sighing in defeat while he made no move to explain himself any further until the brown haired man spoke again

"What do you mean I'm half right?" the brown haired man pressed on, urging the blond boy to explain himself.

"Well, I haven't even met the girl yet, so we can't really assume that she's some ugly rich snobby preppy girl. My old man wasn't thinking that I was messing around too much actually. He's actually making me marry the girl so that we can merge our companies for the 'greater good' if you put it in his words. But, you're right about one thing. I, Tenou Haruka, am simply irresistible," replied Haruka confidently as he ran a hand through his hair, smirking arrogantly at his friend who was cheering his ass off at the blond teenager's last remark.

"Glad to have you back, arrogant bastard," laughed the brown haired man as he casually slung an arm around his buddy's shoulders.

"Glad to be back, annoying asshole," Haruka relaxed and punched the man playfully in the arm before returning to whatever he was working on before he left the garage. Sliding back under the car he was working on, his façade of carelessness faded away as he frowned. 'What if she finds out that I'm not who I am? Damn the geezer, always deciding things on his own.' Hiroki laughed and made his way out of the garage for what seemed like minutes before returning with a couple of sandwiches in his hands.

"Haru, what's the name of the lucky girl?" Hiroki asked as he leaned onto the wall, attacking the sandwiches with his teeth while waiting for a reply which would be coming from under a car.

"How should I know if I never asked? The only thing I heard about her is that she's violinist my age," Haruka replied, suddenly sitting up as if remembering something as he managed to hit his head against the car for the second time of the day and cussed at his mistake.

Hiroki burst out in laughter and spurted out small bits of the sandwiches before he moved to wipe tears from his hazel brown eyes. "Dude, you're being waaaaaaay too funny today. Swear I've never met anyone as klutzy as you are today my entire life. Right, so what did you say she did again?"

"Man, fix that habit of eating and laughing at the same time. It's gross. Anyway, I said that she's a violinist my age. That's all I know about her." Haruka slid out from the car and threw the spanner back into the tool box which was lying beside the vehicle he was working on and raised an eyebrow at his brown haired friend who suddenly widened his eyes in surprise and struck his palm with the underside of his fist as he exclaimed in excitement, "Kaiou Michiru!"

"Damn, bud, you are one lucky guy! That's one rare catch you've got there! Seiya will be in for a surprise!" Hiroki laughed and clapped his buddy on the back, congratulating him for having 'captured' a gorgeous beauty like that.

'That's only if I …'

Haruka groaned. A commitment was the last thing he needed, especially at the age of nineteen. The damn geezer had to be out of his mind when he made a decision like that without consulting the 'groom' in question.

"Yeah, and Kou'll be thrilled… To see me get engaged to Kaiou Michiru…" Haruka sat on the glider and rested his chin on his fist, looking bored and troubled. Why did trouble always seem to go his way even when he did nothing to warrant them? With one last glance at the clock, he swore as the last digit hit '0', signaling that it was already '18:00', which was the time for him to leave. Reluctantly, he pulled himself away from the vehicle as he removed the jumpsuit in the locker room before hopping into his convertible and speeding home.

'Maybe… Just maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all…'

Pulling up his prized yellow convertible outside the hotel, he tossed his keys to the bellboy and handed the man a ten-thousand yen bill as he winked, "Take care of my baby, will ya?"

Dressed in a white collared shirt with black business suit, he adjusted his gold tie before running a hand through his dirty blond hair as a habit and entered the restaurant while his teal orbs scanned the tables for his father's distinctive graying blond hair.

"May I help you sir?" said a waitress from the restaurant, blushing as she approached the blond racer.

He turned around quickly, smiling at the waitress as he addressed her.

"Yes, of course. I have a reservation here by the name of Tenou. By the way…" he paused while casting a glance at the girl's nametag before winking at the blushing girl who went weak in the knees and leaned closer to the flushing girl before whispering into her ear softly his lips lightly brushing against the tomato-faced girl's ear, "You're rather cute, Katagiri-san. You'll look better if you let your hair down."

"Re-Really?" asked the small blonde as she lit up almost immediately at Haruka's compliment, or rather, flirting technique.

"Ara, you seem to be quite the charmer aren't you, Tenou-kun?" an elegant feminine voice interrupted the conversation from behind, causing him to spin around as he met the owner of the melodic voice.

The handsome blond rested his gaze on the aqua haired goddess, his mesmerizing teal orbs tracing and taking in her soft features slowly before meeting her in the eyes. Her beautiful ocean blue eyes showed a glint of mischief, telling the young man that he had been caught staring. He averted his gaze away from the girl in front quickly, flushing slightly as he tried clearing his dry throat in attempt to rid the air of his nervousness.

"Oh, where are my manners? Sorry for interrupting your moment there, Tenou-kun. I'm Kaiou Michiru, nice to meet you," the violinist bowed after introducing herself and straightened up, the look of mischief never leaving her captivating ocean orbs.

Haruka gulped slightly. Being caught staring isn't a good thing, even if the party being stared at is your soon-to-be bride. What's worse is, he was caught red-handed while flirting with another girl.

Haruka groaned inwardly.

'It is a bad idea after all…'

It's going to be a long night.

End of Chapter

Akira: I apologize for my excessive usage of Japanese terms in the story. I just can't help it somehow. So, I'm going to explain them all. (If you did understand the terms that I was using earlier, good for you because you can just skip this section entirely. For those who don't, I would recommend taking a few minutes to read through this kind of short (?) explanation section so as not to cause any confusion. See it as a chance to pick up new knowledge! XD)

Oyaji – An informal way of addressing one's father. (Including his/her own)

Kuso oyaji – Literally, it kind of means, 'shitty old man', or it can be used as, 'damn old geezer/man'. It all depends on how you want it to be actually.

Oku-sama – Normally it refers to one's wife. Here, the maid uses it as a title of respect for the mistress of the household.

Ojou-sama – It is a term of respect normally used to address one's daughter, or a daughter of a high-class family.

Hime-chan – Princess, some explanation.

This section is some sort of an explanation of the suffixes that I may be using throughout the fic, so… pay some attention here or something yeah?

-san – This is a suffix that's used to represent, Mr., Mrs., Miss, or Ms. It can be any of them, also, they can be used as occupational titles as well.

-sama – This is a very formal way of addressing someone. Generally it means almost the same as -san. Sometimes, it is used to address someone of higher status than you are. (Position wise)

-kun – It is hardly used for males who are older than the person using it unless in a teasing tone. (Personal opinion here) Although it is generally meant for boys, some people may use it to address girls younger than themselves. E.g. Mamoru calling Haruka and Michiru, Haruka-kun and Michiru-kun, and sometimes, teachers do use it for female students as well.

-chan – This is normally used when you are addressing someone whom you are very familiar with. It is normally used on girls and hardly used on boys because it is actually a rather indirect way of calling someone cute. In Mamoru's case, Usagi uses it as a form of endearment. Although in fact, most boys would not want to be addressed in this way especially as they grow older.

Note: Don't ask me why I made Haruka a man here, I already gave very obvious hints considering Haruka's gender, it's up to you to read the details yourself. If you've been paying attention, you'd be able to catch the clues pretty easily I think. So there you go.