My Michiru.
Haruka sat in front of her desk and picked up paper and pencil. She had to apologize for screwing up earlier: having blown up Michiru's kitchen for the second time in a month wasn't leading their relationship into a bed of flowers...
Michiru knew she just wanted to help her cook dinner but honestly, Haruka had so much sense for cooking as she had for playing the violin.
Haruka tensed, trying to think of proper words to apologize.
*Michiru, my...
"Ara, what can I say? What does my Michi likes to hear?" She scratched her head with the pencil. 'my... my darling... my beautiful. Yes, my beautiful! No, that sounds wrong... maybe in another language? What languages does Michi speaks?"
*Michiru, ma belle.
"Alright!" Haruka grinned.
*These are words that go together well
*My Michiru.
"And now?" Haruka shuffled with the pencil. "I might as well keep on in the same line."
*Michiru, ma belle
*Sont les...
"What was that gawdamned word?! Mons? Mans?"
*Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble
*Tres bien ensemble
"Okay, done with my french. If I keep on she'll laugh at it." She smiled. Maybe she should laugh at it, but for now, she wanted Michiru to know what she felt. "I feel... I "what" her?"
*I love you, I love you, I love you
*That's all I want to say
"I can't find my words... Will it bother if I put it? That I can't express it now?" Haruka bit the end of the pencil, and resumed writing.
*Until I find a way
*I will say the only words I know that
*You'll understand
*Michiru, ma belle
*Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble
*Tres bien ensemble
"Repetition adds emphasis." Haruka thought. "I need LOTS of emphasis. I already said I love her. Now, I tell her I... need to... I want her to see that I didn't mean it."
*I need to, I need to, I need to
*I need to make you see
*Oh, what you mean to me
"I can finish it here and it will do no harm..." Haruka frowned. "No, there's something missing..."
*Until I do I'm hoping you will
*Know what I mean
*I love you...
"What else? I love her, I desire her, I need her... I... I..."
*I want you, I want you, I want you
"Oh my god, she'll think I'm starting to turn into some sort of a worshipper... well, if this doesn't makes up for the kitchen mess, I can't do anything but worship her until she forgives me..." Haruka smirked. "Thought, if I want to worship her in the way I want, that's no problem..."
*I think you know by now
*I'll get to you somehow
*Until I do I'm telling you so
*You'll understand
*Michiru, ma belle
*Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble
*Tres bien ensemble
*I will say the only words I know
*That you'll understand, my Michiru.
Haruka checked over for orthography mistakes. She smiled and doubled the paper sheet, then roughly stuffing it into an envelope. She closed it and walked into the room in which Michiru stared blankly at the ceiling, trying to wear off the stress from having to buy yet another microwave oven...
Haruka sighed and prayed to ulterior forces that this would work.
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What a piece of... art? Dung? You tell me. There's only this much self critic when it's 1:00 am and you're hearing The Beatles' 'Michelle' for the enesimum time. I had it funny that Michelle was also Michiru's dub name, so my immediate reaction was to get my fanfiction idea bulb to immediately turn on.
I'm sorry, guys, I know it doesn't rhymes but I JUST HAD to do it!
Haruka aka Wing-kun