Aquamarine
Cathedral.
Haruka
thought very hard. Today was Michiru's birthday, and having invited her to Chez
Alexandre, the most expensive French restaurant of town was not enough to
Haruka. She had another gift, yet not enough for her taste. Suddenly, Haruka
snapped out of it. Michiru was stepping the stairs. Haruka 's jaw dropped:
Michiru, who for Haruka was beautiful enough, was more beautiful than ever. A
sweat drop ran down her neck, and she felt miserable. She was only wearing a
pair of jeans, a blue casual shirt, even more casual shoes, and a half smile,
while the Michiru of her dreams was wearing a sleeveless sea-green long dress;
a slit at the side showed enough amount of leg to make Haruka swallow hard. Her
hair, usually down, was now tied in a loose bun, and running down those lovely
ears, decorated with simple earrings, there were hair curls. Michiru giggled at
her girlfriend.
"Ruka-chan,
close your mouth." Haruka reacted, and quickly thinking of a way to erase
her action, she smiled.
"So,
ready?"
"When
you are."
As a
gentleman that she wasn't but pretended to be, Haruka offered her arm to
Michiru, grabbed her blue Boxter keys, and opened the apartment door. And so,
they had departed.
Haruka gave
the keys to the guy that managed the parking. "If it returns with a
scratch, you'll pay it, ok, man?" Haruka patted the scared boy in the back
and opened the passenger's door, helping Michiru to get out of the car.
Once in the
restaurant, Haruka ordered filet Mignon, and in an effort to look well to Michiru, Foie de Gras (A.N. Yuck… Foie de Gras is Pâté made of wild duck liver, and is especially expensive!)
Michiru was not hungry, so she only ordered a glass of wine.
"So,
my love, what have you done?" Michiru asked.
"Nothing,
not yet. You know, it's winter, so we can't run at the carts. So I can say I
have time for myself. And you?"
"In a
couple of weeks I have a little concert. You wanna go?"
"But
of course!" Haruka, half nervous, half happy, took her hand. "But,
today, for being your special day." She winked, and silently took her to
the ballroom while their food was being cooked.
A silent
and very young Michiru walks to her best friend's house. Her eyes are tear
stained.
"How
could you?! I loved that violin, Mother! That violin was mine!" Michiru
sobbed. "Father gave it to me!"
"Shut
up, insolent child! Meanwhile you live in my house and I am your mother,
everything you have is mine too." Her stepmother turned the face to
another way. "Besides, we needed the money."
Michiru
exploded. "You are not my mother! That violin was all I had left of my
father… and you sold it! And this is not your house!" Suddenly, Michiru's
face hurt. The woman had slapped her.
Michiru
came back to reality when she ringed Haruka's doorbell. A tall, blonde girl
appeared at the door. Michiru burst into tears again. "Haruka!!" She
threw herself in her friend's arms.
"What
happened, Michiru?" Haruka asked, getting her in her own room.
"That
woman sold my violin, Haruka…"
"What?
That's not fair." Suddenly, Michiru must had seen Haruka's face lighten,
cause she stopped crying. "Come, Michi." Michiru smiled weakly. Since
she had known Haruka, she had put that friendly nick on her. Michi.
They ran
to the music room, a room that used to be closed several hours with them
inside, listening Michiru play her now sold violin, or hearing Haruka play the
piano. Haruka pulled up several cushions. Underneath them, and where they often
sat down to talk, there was a kind of trunk. Haruka opened it.
"Now,
close your eyes and put out your hands." Michiru obeyed. Suddenly, she
felt something made of wood. Made of wood?! She opened her eyes. It was a
beautiful violin! It looked all the way like a Stradivarius.
"It
was my mother's violin. She gave it to me before she died." She noticed
her friend's happy but confused face, and smiled. "Yes, Michi, it is an
Stradivarius. It's called the Aquamarine Cathedral."
A couple
of years later.
Michiru
had an easy laugh. Haruka had finally caught her, but she was out of breath.
Michiru really did run fast. They fell to the couch, and laughed for a while.
Haruka was about to tell something, but suddenly she got caught in Michiru's
eyes. Michiru's hand started to touch her friend's face and features. No more
than air was between them. "Michi…"
Haruka
sealed the gap between them with a kiss that within every moment became more
passionate and desesperated. To her surprise, Michiru not only not pushed her
away, but pushed into the kiss. A stairway to heaven, Haruka thought.
"Emmm…
Michi…" Haruka was trying to make Michiru think she cool, but her insides
were burning. "I have a problem… I love this girl, but I don't know
if…"
Something
inside Michiru said to her to "play her game." She knew what Haruka
was going to say, but it would be fun. " Yes. And what is the
problem?"
Haruka
caught the hint. "I want to ask her something really important for me. You
follow me?"
"Yeah."
"I
want to ask her to marry me. I've loved her since I met her in 8th
grade."
"And
how is the ring?"
"Like
this." Haruka got a velvet box out of her pocket. Inside there was a gold
ring with two little diamonds. Michiru gasped. It was the more beautiful ring
she had ever seen.
"I'd
tell that this girl would not had to think it twice!"
"Then…"
Haruka got to her knees. "Michiru Kaioh, my heart jumps when you're near.
A thousand springs don't equal you, and my brain goes numb when you walk
by." Michiru giggled. "Michiru Kaioh, would you make this bad poem
maker happy?" She presented the ring.
Michiru,
almost with tears in her eyes, smiled. That was kind of smile she only gave
Haruka. She, silently, took Haruka by the hand, and guided her to their room.
Velvety darkness surrounded them, as the door closed. That night, Haruka slept
very well.
Finito!
I tried to
break my writer's block. It kinda worked, so it was not much ado about nothing.
First fanfic I post here, and it was made only to prove how does Fanfiction.net
works. I hope you liked it, but if not, I am SO SORRY! Hehe… Besides, I'm in a
foreign country, so I have not the time to work the way I really work.