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The following takes place before Season 1, File 3 - Love's Highway Stars.

December - 1997


It was late, far too late for Natsumi to still be awake when she has to report for duty in the morning, but she just couldn't fall asleep. The past few months have been an emotional rollercoaster for Natsumi, as she struggled with both her feelings for Miyuki, as well as how she could possibly let them be known to her beloved partner. "If I should even let her know at all!" she thought to herself as she wrestled with these thoughts. She glanced at the clock. "Shit, it's already 3:38." Natsumi turned over in the bed, onto her back. She wasn't wearing much, but the light sheen of sweat made her loose-fitting shirt cling to her chest, accentuating her round breasts. The heat was cranked high in her room as usual, just the way she liked it, which often lead to her dressing well out of season. She took a sip of water from the bottle by her bed to rehydrate slightly, and then returned to her thoughts.

"Maybe I should just give up on her and try to match her up with Kennie?" she pondered. It would make more sense, since Miyuki did enjoy Nakajima's company, and she was far more likely to hook up with that goof than she was to have a lesbian relationship with her own partner. Natsumi was torn between doing what she thought Miyuki would want, and doing what she desperately desired for herself. Weighing the pros and cons of each side, Natsumi slowly drifted to sleep.

A few hours later, Miyuki awoke to the sound of her alarm clock buzzing lightly as the early-morning sunlight hadn't even begun to peek through the shades of her room. It was earlier than her usual wakeup time, but she had something special planned for this morning. Getting out of bed, she arose to her feet and raised her arms far into the air, letting out a soft moan as she did some light stretching. Exiting her room, she began to make her way down the hallway to the kitchen. "Oooh!" Forgetting that it was already December, she quickly ran back into her room to grab her slippers, as her feet had jumped when they hit the chilly floor of their apartment hallway. It still wasn't cold enough for there to be any snow on the ground, but that would be right around the corner. Miyuki was slightly worried that her yelp might've woken up Natsumi, but she laughed that off, since her partner was likely in her usual morning deep sleep at this hour.

Popping four slices of bread into the toaster, Miyuki whirled around the kitchen, grabbing everything she'd need to prepare a hearty breakfast for Natsumi and herself. She knew that Natsumi wasn't a morning person, but she figured a big breakfast would be a nice change of pace from her partner's usual grab-and-run breakfast. Part of her also wanted to do this to try and smooth things over with her Natsumi. Over the past few months, Miyuki had been pondering many issues and feelings that had been troubling her. She found herself slowly being attracted to Natsumi, sexually, but she was worried that her sick thoughts might ruin their relationship and partnership. She was far too timid to actually admit this attraction to Natsumi directly, and felt that any confession might affect their synchronicity on the job. Despite being "just" officers in the Traffic Control Section, the two of them had managed a level of performance that was simply unheard of outside of the Special Police Force. Of course, their methods had probably caused an equal number of problems for their department, not to mention the troubles that the Chief has to deal with every time they go out on patrol. The last thing she would want to do is jeopardize this partnership because of her twisted feelings.

She grabbed some glasses from the cabinet and set them on the table. Pausing for a moment, she reflected on whether or not this was even a good idea in the first place. "She probably already thinks I'm weird" Miyuki thought, recalling the fact that Natsumi had been acting different around her lately. "After all, why else would Natsumi be looking at me so often without saying anything? What if she sees this buffet and thinks I'm obsessing over her?" Miyuki then started to wonder if she actually was obsessing over Natsumi by spontaneously creating this giant meal without there being any special occasion for it. "What's done is done, I guess" she thought, dismissing her worries. She placed the pitcher of orange juice on the table, putting the finishing touches on a breakfast that would be better described as a feast. All of Natsumi's favorite foods were represented, even her darling gourmet white rice.

"I've done it!" she exclaimed happily as she practically skipped down the hall to wake her partner up. Opening the door to Natsumi's room, she found her partner fast asleep, with her face buried in her soft pillow. Despite being early winter, the heat was cranked up in Natsumi's room, so she was wearing very little clothing while sleeping. She would, no doubt, sweat herself to death if she wore anything more. A pair of lavender panties stuck out from under the sheets, accentuating her firm butt. She was also wearing a nightshirt that was so short, that if she had been sleeping face-up, her breasts would have been halfway exposed. Miyuki stood there for a moment, taking in the beautiful sights of her peacefully sleeping partner.

Softly biting her lower lip, Miyuki briefly considered touching Natsumi's body while she slept. "It's not like she'd wake up very easily," she thought as she imagined her hand traveling up Natsumi's strong legs up to her... Shaking the thought out of her mind, she took a step back from the bed. "I really am turning into a pervert, aren't I?" she embarrassingly admitted to herself. The sunrise was just beginning to creep into the room through the blinds, basking Natsumi's body in a soft light that only made Miyuki yearn more to feel the flesh of her partner against her own. *SSSNNNRRRKKKKZZZZZ* Natsumi's sudden loud snoring killed any sexual tension Miyuki was feeling in a heartbeat, but still made her crack a small smile. "That's my partner," she thought.

"Natsumi, it's time to wake up," Miyuki delicately spoke, trying to wake Natsumi up as gently as possible. It had little effect as she moaned softly, turned to her side, and continued to sleep. "Natsumi, I've made some breakfast, come on, get up," Miyuki stated, this time a little more sternly. Her words had no effect on the sleeping policewoman. "NATSUMI!" No reaction. Miyuki was astounded that her partner was so careless to stay up half the night, probably drinking, when she had to get up for work the next morning.

Miyuki grabbed a small explosive popper that was on the table for their upcoming New Year's party and held it over the bed. Looking away, Miyuki pulled the tab and it exploded with a loud bang that almost made her ears ring in contrast to the quietness of the bedroom. Natsumi's arms fumbled around the bed for a moment, but her snoring quickly resumed. Miyuki stormed out of the room and headed for the kitchen. She re-entered Natsumi's room a moment later, carrying a small bowl filled with ice cubes, and continued to try new methods to wake her sleeping partner.

Natsumi wasn't quite sure what was going on. She was having some sort of a picnic with Miyuki, but it was certainly like no outing she had ever been on before. She didn't even recognize the park they were in, with its beautiful green hills that stretched as far as the eye could see. While serving some tea, Natsumi witnessed her partner shooting pistols randomly into the air, shaking the Earth with her bare hands, and even summoning hail from the sky. Probably the strangest event on this outing had Miyuki bouncing around with a giant boombox, the old school kind that would require about twenty D batteries to power. "Surely, this is some sort of a dream, right?" Natsumi thought. But something about it felt different from the other dreams she had had about her partner, and not just because Miyuki was wearing clothes. She could almost feel Miyuki's presence, which was something she had not felt before while asleep.

"Would you like a sandwich? I made it especially for you," Miyuki asked. Natsumi, blushing that Miyuki had prepared such a nice picnic for her, graciously accepted the meal. Holding her hand above her head to block the sun's harsh rays, Natsumi looked at her beautiful partner. Miyuki's long black hair always looked good, whether it was braided or not, but it absolutely sparkled in the sunlight. Her police uniform was clean and wrinkle-free, as usual, which was a sharp contrast from how Natsumi normally dressed. Looking down, Natsumi sighed as she realized she was wearing little more than a shirt and some panties. "Wait a second. Why is Miyuki wearing...?" Natsumi asked herself, giving a second look at her uniformed partner. "And why am I wearing...?" The sunshine was getting brighter.

"Would you like a sandwich? I made it especially for you," Miyuki asked. "Huh? I thought you already gave me one," Natsumi responded. Miyuki smiled back. "Would you like a sandwich?"

"The heat must be getting to me" Natsumi thought, because she was starting to lose her bearings. In an attempt to cool herself down, Natsumi reached for a bottle of water sitting next to her. She opened the cap and took a small sip to cool down. Hearing a whimpering sound off to the side, she looked up and was rendered speechless by what she saw. "Natsumi, I'm on a horse," Miyuki proudly stated, as she sat, true enough, on top of a horse. "Oh god, no more alcohol and television before I go to bed" Natsumi emptily promised herself. Natsumi's head began to spin as the sun's beams grew stronger and stronger, to the point where she was nearly blinded by its rays.

Moaning, Natsumi shifted slightly in her bed. She opened her eyes, and saw the "searing sunlight" to be little more than the morning sun peeking into her room through the window. Realizing that the events she had just witnessed were nothing more than a hallucinatory dream, Natsumi's eyes shot wide open. She gasped and jolted her body straight up. Looking at her clock above the door, she realized that it was already almost 8:00 AM. "I...I...I'm late!" Natsumi screamed at the top of her lungs, as she leapt out of bed, almost tripping on the barbell that lay on the floor of her room. "Miyuuuukiiiii, why didn't you wake me up?!" she whined as she flew down the hallway towards the shower, oblivious to the poppers, pellet gun ammo, half-melted ice cubes and other remnants of Miyuki's attempts to wake her that were scattered across the bed. Ten minutes later, she ran out the front door of the apartment, passing by the bowl of rice that was still sitting on the table for her, neatly wrapped to keep it fresh.