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[ Her back and arm were killing her, but they were healing much faster than she'd expected. Perhaps that was another benefit to what they were, the soldiers that they transformed into. For now, though, she's just focused on Uranus; the trees in this little patch of woods are thick and provide a lot of cover, but it also makes it easy to be snuck up on.

She's high in a branch right now, sweaty and sore as she crouches low against the trunk and catches her breath. It's dark, long after sundown, and she's left scanning her eyes over the treeline, looking for her sparring partner. ]

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[ She wants to chastise her: they are soldiers, became them the moment they took their wands, but arguing is silly. Instead, Michiru just hums again, breathing softly as she listens to the other woman speak.

Suddenly, impulsively, she wishes they could run away. Haruka could just keep driving until it became impossible- then they could hop on a plane and go somewhere, anywhere, run away from this place and let someone else take care of it. Right?

Except there was no running from her visions, and she knows it. So instead, she just sighs, softly and tinged with melancholy. Oh, well. ]

My, my. You drive so fast - I'm almost home already?

[ the shift in the conversation is sudden, but Haruka is content enough to go along with it, to set those thoughts aside.

she grins at Michiru. ] Of course. I'm the fastest driver in Japan. Still wish you'd taken the bus?

Not at all.

[ What if she just slept there, leaned against Haruka's shoulder and napped? What would she even do?

Ugh. Stupid, childish fantasies. ]

I think most people dream about getting to ride with you like this. I should be grateful, right?

Well, most people dream about getting to meet such a prodigious, world-renowned violinist as yourself, won't you say?

I'm hardly world-renowned yet.

[ Maybe someday. Can she still dream about it? ]

You'll get there.

[ not that she can guarantee it. it may be impossible -- it likely will be. but they both know this, and just for now, it's more comfortable pretending. like the end in the world isn't just out of sight and drawing nearer by the second, like they're not covered in scratches and bruises of their own doing, part of their desperate attempt to prepare themselves for that day. ]

We'll see, won't we?

[ But it's not dismissive, nor upset. It's just a vague, humming agreement, and she gestures at her building. ]

Thank you for the ride.

Anytime. [ she smiles at her, a little. ] Good night.

[ Michiru slides out of the car, lingering for a moment. She seems almost as if she might say something-- before she just tips her head again. ]

I'll see you Saturday.

[ And then she absconds. ]

[ Michiru pauses without saying anything, and Haruka doesn't say anything, either; only when Michiru turns to walk away, Haruka's hand abruptly shoots out, grabbing her by the wrist to keep her in place. ]

-- I'll get stronger. I promise.

[ and she lets go. ]

[ That? She wasn't expecting that, and it's almost enough to make her stumble, to lose her careful composure. ]

I know.

[ Softly. ]

I wouldn't trade you for any other partner.

[ A little smile, then, more sincere than most of her earlier ones. And then she really does leave. ]

[ Haruka doesn't know why her breath hitches in her throat when Michiru says that. afterwards, she says nothing more, only watches her leave.

... it's been a long day. time to head back home and sleep. twelve hours or so sounds about right... she can afford to be a bit late for school tomorrow.

exhaling, she steps on the gas. ]

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