Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this
story.
Side note: This is only my second fanfic. It's all about Haruka and Michiru. At the beginning they're only 12, just so
you know that. And I know that it
doesn't follow the original storyline exactly, so you don't have to say
it. I really hope you enjoy it, and
please Review. Thanks!
Chapter One- The Meeting:
It
was a beautiful day at the beach. It
was warm, and sunny, and the ocean was a deep, clear aqua green. The hot sand was scattered with sunbathers
and people building sand castles. There
was a group of small children wading in the shallows, searching for seashells.
Around
noontime, dark clouds began to gather, and threatened rain. The beach-goers took heed and soon it had
been evacuated. This previously busy
and life-filled haven had now begun to seem quite desolate. It was, however, not completely vacant.
A
young girl aged about eleven or twelve was steadily approaching the waters
edge. She had aqua curls, deep blue
eyes, and was wearing a flowered sundress.
She bent down, un-strapped her sandals, and cast them aside. Then she stood up and waded into the water.
Alone
she stood, for all too brief a moment, when suddenly someone speaking startled
her. She turned around to face a group
of boys, all slightly older then she, and all laughing hysterically- at her!
"Hey
princess!" the boy who seemed to be the oldest of the group sneered. "I haven't seen you around here before."
Coolly,
she made her way up to the shore, and stood facing the group, about 10 feet
away from them.
"You're
a pretty little thing." The same boy said again. "Why don't you come here and give me a kiss?" With that, he grabbed her by the wrist and
pulled her toward himself.
She
jerked her hand out of his grasp and slapped him hard in the side of the
face. "Stop that!" she tried to make a
run for it. Two of the others from the
group came up behind her, and held her back.
"Where
do you think you're going?" The boy
persisted devilishly. "You forgot your
shoes."
Her
shoes. She had almost forgotten
them. She didn't want to imagine the
look that would be on her mothers face if she were to come home barefoot. She had already had a stern talking to, and
these were brand new sandals. She made
a grab for them, but the boy pulled them out of her reach with one hand, and
with the other hand, he violently shoved her to the ground.
You
had better give them back to her right now!" came a loud and unfamiliar
voice. The boys all turned to see who
was speaking. Standing about fifty
yards away was a tall girl of about twelve, with shoulder length sandy blonde
hair, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.
"Well,
well," the boy sneered. "If it isn't
our resident tomboy, come to pick another fight? What the fuck are you doing here? This is none of your goddamn business!"
"I
told you to give that girl her shoes back and to leave her alone," she spoke
once more. Her warning went unheeded
and she charged furiously at the boys, taking them completely off guard. Most of the boys left right then, but the
oldest one, was still holding the sandals in his hands and decided to run. That was a mistake. She chased him down, and caught up with him
easily. She was so very fast, almost
like the wind. She wrestled him to the
ground, and wrenched the shoes from his grasp, getting herself a bloody lip in
the process. Finally, she arose from
the mess triumphantly, and the boy slunk away, defeated.
She
returned with the sandals, and faced the other girl. "I got your shoes back for you," she gasped, still winded from
the fight.
"Arigato,"
She smiled, and then noticing the blood trickling down her face, her expression
changed. "You didn't have to do this,"
she added concernedly, holding the taller girls face in her hands, and wiping
it clean with seawater. Looking into
her eyes for a long moment, she saw something familiar. What was it about those eyes? They stared just as intently back into her
own. "Have we-?" she began, but then
thought better of it. They couldn't
have met before, what a stupid question.
Suddenly,
they were both knocked over by a huge wave crashing down on them, followed by
another that swept them into the ocean.
The aqua haired girl quickly got over the shock, but it wasn't she who
had gotten the full force of the wave.
The other girl had knocked her mostly out of the way. She searched frantically for her. It didn't take more than a few seconds to
find her. She seemed to be unconscious,
floating in the water about 30 yards away.
She
wasted no time, but quickly dove beneath the swell, and swam with all her
might. She swam so fast, and gracefully
that she seemed to belong in that ocean.
Soon, she had reached her, and putting her arm around the girls waste,
she pulled her to shore, and out of reach of the waves. She carried her through the backdoor of a
beach-house, and up the stairs to her own room, and laid her in bed.
All night, she
attended to her every need. She sat
quietly at a desk near the bed, diligently writing, and scribbling things
out. When she was satisfied, she
checked once more on the girl beside her.
She was sleeping. Quietly, as
not to wake her she tiptoed out the door, using only the light of the sunrise
to aid her in finding her way.
It
was morning. The girl awoke with a
start and began surveying her unfamiliar surroundings. She was in a bedroom, but not her own. There were no curtains in the large picture
window that looked out onto the beach.
Wondering where she was, and what had woken her, she got to her feet,
and approached it. It was then that she
heard it again. Someone must have been
playing the radio nearby, because she heard an enchanting melody, probably some
kind of classical piece, being expertly played on a violin. She looked out the window, and saw the same
girl from yesterday, standing by the ocean, and playing the violin.
She
just had to see her up close again.
There was something special about this girl. She wasn't sure what it was, but- She made her way out the door,
being careful not to step on the suitcases, and boxes that partially blocked
the exit. She rushed out the front
door, and toward the girl on the beach.
She stood in front of her.
"I-"
the blonde stuttered, now looking intently into her companion's misty
eyes. "Arigato. I didn't get to thank you."
"I
was glad to." She smiled. "Now we are
even," she pointed at her shoes.
"I
didn't introduce myself to you, did I?"
"No."
"Haruka"
"Michiru,"
"You play
beautifully," Haruka indicated the violin.
"Do
you really think so? I want to become a
violinist some day."
"What
was that song you were playing when I got here?"
"Oh,
did you like that?" Michiru blushed.
"It's called 'Destiny'. I wrote
it last night for—"
She
couldn't finish her sentence. A car
horn honked noisily only a short distance away. "Michiru!" called a woman's voice from the drivers seat.
"That's
my mother. I have to go." She
explained. She embraced her new friend,
and dashed off to the waiting car.
Haruka
stood there, and watched the car pull away.
She could have easily overtaken Michiru if she had wished, but didn't
even try to. Somehow she knew that this
would not be their last meeting. The
car vanished into the distance, and Haruka sadly made her way back home.
