The Party
By: Sabi-san
Sabisan22@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: In the words of my favorite fanfic writer, "Sailor
Moon and Co. don't belong to me. I just borrowed them for a bit."
Author's note: If you have not read Saun's stories about Haruka
and Michiru's relationship, you might miss some things. My
ideas on their relationship come from her stories. Also,
'Michiru's Surprise' by Firechild is good reading. :-D Enjoy!
It Starts
The ceiling fan turned idly. Three guys sat in the
room, lounging on the furniture, talking.
A surprised voice asked, "You what? Are you crazy?"
"No. I'm not." Cold. Firm.
"But she hates you!"
"That's why I want to do it." He paused as they looked
at him as if he was insane. "To make her like me, maybe. To
be nice," he explained.
Someone snorted.
"I really don't know why she hates me."
"You were about to undress her fiancée when she walked
in. I'd hate you, too."
"She asked me to! I didn't know they were together!"
"You don't have to tell us."
They lapsed into silence.
First Invite
Mamoru choked. "You're what?" he asked.
"I'm planning a bachelor party for Haruka," replied a
calm voice.
"You're not kidding? But she hates you!"
"So everyone keeps telling me. Are you coming or not?"
"I wouldn't miss it for the world." Mamoru hung up the
phone. He stood quietly for a moment then started laughing.
Help!
Michiru stared at the man before her. "You're what?"
she asked.
He sighed. This was becoming redundant. "I'm planning
a bachelor party for Haruka-san. I need your help." He repeated.
"Why do you need my help?"
He cleared his throat. "Well, for obvious reasons, I
don't know her that well." He glared slightly as Michiru
giggled. "I don't know her friends. I don't know what she
likes for music and food and stuff. I don't know anything!"
The last was an exasperated wail.
Michiru's laughter tinkled through the room. "You do
know one thing that Haruka likes."
Startled blue eyes met mischievous ones. "You're right.
I do."
Problems and Solutions
Seiya picked up the phone. "Moshi moshi?"
"Seiya-kun, it's Mamoru-san. I was wondering if you would
help me. Could I come over?"
"Sure. No problem," Seiya answered.
"OK. See you in a few." Mamoru said.
Seiya walked to the kitchen to get a drink, thinking.
He was glad they had gotten to know Mamoru. He was a great
guy, good for Odango. The four of them had spent a lot of
time together, Seiya and Mamoru especially.
Later, he let his friend into the apartment.
"Ohayo, Seiya-kun. Thanks for helping. I don't know
what to do."
Seiya had never seen him so worked up before.
"What's wrong Mamoru-san? Surely, you aren't having problems
with Usagi-chan?"
Mamoru laughed. "No, Usagi and I are fine." He
paused. "My problem is Haruka-san. I don't know what to get
her. The only girl I've ever bought anything for is Usako,
and Haruka-san is, well, very different. I'm at a loss."
He sighed.
"I know what you mean. You feel weird buying her guy
stuff, but you feel weirder buying her girl stuff."
"Yes," Mamoru agreed, relieved that someone understood
his problem. "I have no idea what to get her, but I do want to
buy her something. I thought maybe you could help me since..."
He paused.
Seiya's eyebrow arched.
Mamoru cleared his throat. "Since you... you are...
were... I mean..."
Seiya laughed. "Don't worry about it. You're not the
only one who's called me. You should hear Yaten when they ask
him. He's so touchy." He pulled out a folded sheet of paper
and handed it to Mamoru. "Haruka-san's wish list. Courtesy
of Michiru-san."
Mamoru took the paper and unfolded it. He scanned the
list. "Of course!" and "I never thought of that" and "I
didn't know she liked that" spilled from his mouth. He
refolded the paper and handed it back to Seiya. "Thanks. That
helped. I know what to get her now."
"Glad to be of service. See you at the party."
Mamoru turned to leave. A thought struck him and
he paused. "You did tell the girls about this, right? I don't
think we need another...accident," he said, worried.
Seiya chuckled. "I did."
Distaff
Later that week, Seiya cursed his feminine side. It
had made him do something no guy would ever understand. He
stared at the mailbox. He still couldn't believe it, but he
had done it. He had actually sent out invitations.
Where: ?
Mamoru looked at the envelope in his hands. It had
to be an announcement or something. Why? He had already
received Haruka and Michiru's wedding announcement. Who was
this from? He opened it and stared. It was an invitation to
Haruka's bachelor party. Why had Seiya sent invitations?
Guys didn't do that. He paused. Well, Seiya was...
He gave Seiya the benefit of the doubt and read it. He
stopped and read it again. "Nani?!?"
The invitation fell to the floor as Mamoru rushed
out the door.
"Are you crazy? You're having her party at a strip
club?" Mamoru yelled.
"No, I'm not. Yes, I am." Seiya looked at him
innocently. "That is usually where American bachelor parties
are held," he replied calmly.
"But... but, she's a girl!!" Mamoru sputtered.
"I know, but you seem to have forgotten what kind of
girl she is," Seiya prodded.
Mamoru stopped. The light dawned on him. "Of course,
you're right... What an excellent idea," he said smiling.
Gifts for Haruka
Setsuna answered the door. Outside stood four very
handsome men. "Hi guys. Come in." She stepped back to let
them pass. She blushed as Seiya winked at her.
"Is Haruka-san home?" Mamoru asked.
Setsuna flushed and gestured back toward the bedrooms.
"She's um... They're... busy."
The guys stared while four sweat drops appeared.
"Gomen," Setsuna whispered. "I tried, but... gomen."
The silence stretched, then Setsuna asked, "Drinks anyone?"
Throats cleared. "Yes, of course." Setsuna rushed off.
The guys took the opportunity to sit down.
They were involved in easy conversation, when Haruka
sauntered in.
"Hi guys. What's up?" Her tone was both surprised and
questioning.
Silence.
Everyone attempted to look anywhere but at her. Haruka
scowled, then her eyes settled on Seiya. Fists clenched and
muscles bunched, she took a step towards Seiya.
"Haruka-san." Setsuna rose and put a restraining hand on
the blonde's arm.
Her eyes never leaving Seiya, she asked, "What are you
doing here?"
Seiya rose. The speech he had rehearsed left him. He
cleared his throat.
"We came to give you some wedding gifts, and to take
you... somewhere." Taiki responded, before Seiya could say
anything.
Luckily, Haruka liked Taiki and Yaten. She stood
there shocked and confused. "Wedding gifts? Shouldn't you
give those to Michiru?"
"The girl... um... wife, always gets gifts. The
other half rarely does. We wanted to get you something,"
Mamoru informed her.
"Oh, okay." She tensed again. "Take me where?"
"It's a surprise," said Mamoru enigmatically.
Haruka scowled.
Clearing her throat, Setsuna said, "I have some
reading to do. See you guys later." Pausing only to smile at
Seiya, she turned and left the "guys" to themselves.
Haruka sat.
"Okay. Happy Future Wedding, Haruka-san!" Mamoru
exclaimed, thrusting a box at her.
Haruka blinked. She accepted the gift and opened it.
Her face brightened. She pulled out an old book. "The
Martian Chronicles. I've wanted this forever!" She paused in
admiring her new acquisition to look up at Mamoru. "Thanks."
The ice was broken.
"Here, open mine," Taiki said, pushing his forward.
She unwrapped a silver picture frame. "Wow." It held
a picture of her leaning against her car, a trophy by her side.
"Michiru-san gave me the picture and I enlarged it," Taiki
explained.
"Thanks, Taiki-san," she said.
"Here's mine," Yaten said, handing it over.
Haruka grabbed it. It was a dress box. Her brow
furrowed. She took off the cover. A slow heat rose to the
surface of her face. "Uh... thanks, Yaten-san," she mumbled,
replacing the cover. Mamoru stopped her.
"Show it. I don't know what he got you."
"Me neither," said Taiki. "I want to see."
Haruka reluctantly took the top off the box and tilted
it so they could see. Inside were two pools of diaphanous
fabric: one a delicate blue and pale yellow, the other a deep
aqua with navy trim.
She set the box down and pulled out the light blue
one. The fabric unfolded into the shape of a scanty negligee.
"Beautiful..."
She held it up to her. Images of her Michiru flowed
through her mind. She became aware of the silence. She
stuffed the gown back into the box, blushing and frowning at
the same time.
"Thanks, Yaten-san," she grumbled.
Seiya cleared his throat. He had been quiet as the
others presented their gifts. "This one's from me," he handed
some sheets of paper to Haruka.
She stared at them. "Sea winds, a duet for piano and
violin." She looked up at Seiya. "You wrote this... for us?"
Seiya said nothing. What could he say?
They sat there looking at each for what felt like an
eternity. Years seem to pass. Then Haruka smiled.
"Thanks, Seiya-san." Haruka was touched. It was a perfect
gift, considering their love for music and it was pretty good
from what she could tell. She was at a loss for words.
Mamoru cleared his throat. "Well, ready?" he asked
as he stood.
Everyone jumped up. "Sure, let's go!"
That Makes Sense
At the club's door, Seiya paused. "I need to see
the manager. I'll see you guys at the table."
"See ya," Mamoru said as they walked off.
Seiya walked to the table after paying for the
evening. What he saw amazed him. Ten guys and Haruka were
sitting there trying not to look anywhere. Obviously the
other guys had arrived earlier. The table was already full
of empty bottles and glasses. He sat down, looking at Haruka.
The blonde smirked and shrugged. "So when does the
show start?" she asked.
Immediately every guy except Mamoru and Seiya
cringed and tried to sink deeper in their chairs. Seiya
leaned toward Taiki. "What's wrong?" he whispered.
Taiki frowned for a moment. "I think everyone is
embarrassed because they are in a strip bar with a girl."
Seiya couldn't help himself. He threw his head
back and laughed.
"What's so funny?," Mamoru said, leaning close.
After Seiya whispered it in his ear, Mamoru also erupted
with laughter. Laughing together, they noticed everyone
watching them.
Seiya acted. "Haruka likes girls," he whispered
loudly. They all turned to Haruka, who returned a slightly
angry look.
"Actually, she doesn't like men," supplied Taiki.
"She doesn't like "popular" men," added Yaten with
a sly smile.
They all looked at her again. Sweatdrops formed on
each head.
"That makes sense," someone said.
"That does not make sense!" Haruka countered hotly,
eyebrow twitching.
Everyone wisely swallowed their laughter.
A Dance for Haruka
The guys agreed that all the girls were beautiful,
and their dances were great. Much money was had been tucked
into bikinis and g-strings. Drinks were ordered again and
again. Everyone except Mamoru was well past tipsy and
moving quickly to drunk. Everybody was having fun except
Yaten. The high point of the evening was when one of the
girls took a liking to Haruka. Dancing erotically, running
her hands over her own body, she advanced on their table.
She quickly zeroed in on Haruka and moved toward her. The
dancer twisted and turned, moving in suggestive waves.
Everyone almost fell out of their chairs when she climbed
into Haruka's lap and began a very provocative lap dance.
Mamoru choked on his recently taken sip of beer.
"Seiya-san, did you set this up?" he asked.
The blue-eyed idol could only look at the pair and
shake his head.
Suddenly the girl stopped. "Either I'm losing my
touch or something's missing," she pouted.
The guys looked fuzzily at Haruka, waiting for her
response. "Something is missing, but you aren't losing your
touch," she replied, sliding the girl's hand between her legs.
She lead the other to her breast.
A shocked gasp ripped itself from the dancer's lips.
She jumped off Haruka's lap and turned to leave, falling over
the next table in her haste.
They stared at Haruka in shocked amazement. She
turned to them and shrugged. "What could I do? I had to get
her off my lap. Michiru would kill me," she slurred.
That did it. Everyone burst out in raucous laugher.
An Enlightening Drive
A few hours later, Mamoru loaded his four drunken
charges into the car and began the arduous drive back home.
Luckily, they were mostly docile. Taiki was fast asleep.
Seiya and Haruka were singing some garbled drunken nonsense
together. Mamoru couldn't make it out, but they seemed
happy. Yaten was hunched over in the front seat. The car
stopped at a red light. Yaten looked positively green.
"I'm going to be sick." He threw the door open and
staggered out of the car. Mamoru frantically tried to grab
the white haired idol, but missed. He glanced around at the
deserted road and then put the car in park and leapt out to
retrieve the other young man.
"He left. How wude," Seiya observed from the back.
"Ish okay, I'm a race car driver," Haruka assured
Seiya as she slid behind the wheel.
"I know. I heard."
"I don't like shtop lights," Haruka said petulantly.
"If you go the other way, you won' have ta wait
for it to change."
"You know, thash true." Haruka backed the car up
and began to turn it around.
Mamoru had finally caught Yaten and was guiding him
back toward the vehicle when it lurched into drive and turned
around. He left the young singer in a crumpled heap on the
ground. "Oh no."
"Wait, wait, look! He came back. There he goes," Seiya
observed as they whipped past Mamoru.
"I don't care. He can jush walk home."
Seiya nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Sherves him right
for wandering off." The young idol climbed up into the other
front seat. "Whersh, Yaten?" he asked, looking around.
"I dunno."
Seiya thought about it very hard. "Maybe he's in the
trunk."
"Yeah, that mush be it." Haruka drove to the corner
and turned right. "You know I ushed to hate you," she continued.
"Yeah, I heard."
"Not only 'bout Michi, but also cause of Odango."
"I loved her..." Seiya said, shaking his head sadly.
"We all do, but she's our Prinshess. Ours," she
pointed at her chest for emphasis. "Not yoursh." Haruka shook
her finger at him as she took another right.
"I know."
"Yeah, I used to hate you, but not anymore," she
confided and took yet another right. She grinned at him and
did something very un-Haruka like, she giggled. Seiya
snorted and they laughed together.
"I'm sho glad. I didn't want you to hate me anymore."
"Michiru says is better to forgive."
"She's really pretty, Haruka-shan."
"You want me to hate you again?" Haruka asked
warningly.
"Ah gomen, gomen," Seiya said placatingly.
Haruka took another right and was back on the street
from where she had started. Mamoru was standing in the road,
staring off in the direction his hijacked car had gone.
"He's ahead of us."
"How'd he get here so fasht?" Haruka wanted to know.
"Maybe he ran."
"Maybe"
"We should shtop and let him in."
"Yeah, if he ran that fasht he musht really wanna
go home."
Haruka pulled to a stop behind Mamoru and honked the
horn. The dark haired young man turned around at the sound.
He looked inside the car, at two grinning faces staring back
at him. Then they started waving and Haruka honked the horn
again. He was dumfounded, 'They just drove around the block?'
Mamoru sighed and picked Yaten off the ground.
Seiya opened the door and stumbled out of the car.
"Yaten!!"
Haruka also got out. "He's not in tha trunk?"
Seiya paused, confused. "I guesh he got out somehow."
Mamoru set Yaten in the passenger's seat. When he
turned around, Seiya was crawling over Taiki to get in the back.
Haruka tossed the keys in Mamoru's general direction.
"You drive. I'm tired."
Home
Haruka leaned against the doorframe, where Taiki and
Yaten had propped her. She made another jab at the doorbell.
When she concentrated there were only three, so she aimed for
the one in the middle. She hoped Taiki and Yaten had made it
back to the car okay in their inebriated state. Seiya was
passed out in the back seat. Mamoru was the only sober one
and he had refused to abandon the car again.
Suddenly the door flew open and Haruka fell into
Michiru's arms. "Haruka, you're drunk."
"No, I'm not," the blonde replied, lurching into the
smaller girl. "Okay. Maybe a little." She looped her arm
around Michiru's waist.
Smiling, Michiru helped her lover into the bedroom.
"Did you have fun?"
Haruka burped. "Oh yeah." She fell back on the
bed and Michiru began to undress her.
Curiosity got the better of Michiru. "Where exactly
did Seiya-kun take you?"
"Seiya? I sought it was Mamo-shan's id-id...um, plan."
Michiru ignored her drunken lover's babbling. "Where
did he take you?" she asked again.
She was distracted momentarily when Haruka reached up
and cupped her face. "You're sho boo-ti-full, Mishi."
"Ahh," Michiru sighed with pleasure and ran her
fingers through Haruka's thick locks.
"Sho mush prettier than that other girl."
Michiru paused in her stroking to digest that.
"What other girl?!"
"Tha one who dancedinmylap." Haruka ran the last of
the words together, as if her subconscious was trying to
protect her from her alcohol loosened tongue.
"Nani?!!? Where were you?" She waited for an answer,
but Haruka had fallen asleep.
"Haruka!"
"Nani?!" Dark teal eyes flew open.
"Where did you go tonight?"
"T-to a shtrip club," the blonde racer managed to
reply before sliding back into unconsciousness.
Michiru's eyes narrowed. A naughty cake was one
thing, but a strip club? She and Seiya would have to have
a little talk. Soon.
The End?
The ceiling fan turned idly. Three guys sat in the
room, lounging on the furniture, talking.
"I really don't know why she's angry with me."
"You took her fiancée to a strip club and brought
her home dead drunk. I'd be angry, too."
"She didn't tell me not to! I didn't know it would
upset her!"
"You don't have to tell us."
They lapsed into silence.
Finis
Read these or else;-)
Pledged by Saun
Michiru's Surprise by Fire Child
The Party You are here
The Annoyance by Rhapsody
Unity by Saun
Togetherness by Saun
Consummation (H) by Saun
By: Sabi-san
Sabisan22@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: In the words of my favorite fanfic writer, "Sailor
Moon and Co. don't belong to me. I just borrowed them for a bit."
Author's note: If you have not read Saun's stories about Haruka
and Michiru's relationship, you might miss some things. My
ideas on their relationship come from her stories. Also,
'Michiru's Surprise' by Firechild is good reading. :-D Enjoy!
It Starts
The ceiling fan turned idly. Three guys sat in the
room, lounging on the furniture, talking.
A surprised voice asked, "You what? Are you crazy?"
"No. I'm not." Cold. Firm.
"But she hates you!"
"That's why I want to do it." He paused as they looked
at him as if he was insane. "To make her like me, maybe. To
be nice," he explained.
Someone snorted.
"I really don't know why she hates me."
"You were about to undress her fiancée when she walked
in. I'd hate you, too."
"She asked me to! I didn't know they were together!"
"You don't have to tell us."
They lapsed into silence.
First Invite
Mamoru choked. "You're what?" he asked.
"I'm planning a bachelor party for Haruka," replied a
calm voice.
"You're not kidding? But she hates you!"
"So everyone keeps telling me. Are you coming or not?"
"I wouldn't miss it for the world." Mamoru hung up the
phone. He stood quietly for a moment then started laughing.
Help!
Michiru stared at the man before her. "You're what?"
she asked.
He sighed. This was becoming redundant. "I'm planning
a bachelor party for Haruka-san. I need your help." He repeated.
"Why do you need my help?"
He cleared his throat. "Well, for obvious reasons, I
don't know her that well." He glared slightly as Michiru
giggled. "I don't know her friends. I don't know what she
likes for music and food and stuff. I don't know anything!"
The last was an exasperated wail.
Michiru's laughter tinkled through the room. "You do
know one thing that Haruka likes."
Startled blue eyes met mischievous ones. "You're right.
I do."
Problems and Solutions
Seiya picked up the phone. "Moshi moshi?"
"Seiya-kun, it's Mamoru-san. I was wondering if you would
help me. Could I come over?"
"Sure. No problem," Seiya answered.
"OK. See you in a few." Mamoru said.
Seiya walked to the kitchen to get a drink, thinking.
He was glad they had gotten to know Mamoru. He was a great
guy, good for Odango. The four of them had spent a lot of
time together, Seiya and Mamoru especially.
Later, he let his friend into the apartment.
"Ohayo, Seiya-kun. Thanks for helping. I don't know
what to do."
Seiya had never seen him so worked up before.
"What's wrong Mamoru-san? Surely, you aren't having problems
with Usagi-chan?"
Mamoru laughed. "No, Usagi and I are fine." He
paused. "My problem is Haruka-san. I don't know what to get
her. The only girl I've ever bought anything for is Usako,
and Haruka-san is, well, very different. I'm at a loss."
He sighed.
"I know what you mean. You feel weird buying her guy
stuff, but you feel weirder buying her girl stuff."
"Yes," Mamoru agreed, relieved that someone understood
his problem. "I have no idea what to get her, but I do want to
buy her something. I thought maybe you could help me since..."
He paused.
Seiya's eyebrow arched.
Mamoru cleared his throat. "Since you... you are...
were... I mean..."
Seiya laughed. "Don't worry about it. You're not the
only one who's called me. You should hear Yaten when they ask
him. He's so touchy." He pulled out a folded sheet of paper
and handed it to Mamoru. "Haruka-san's wish list. Courtesy
of Michiru-san."
Mamoru took the paper and unfolded it. He scanned the
list. "Of course!" and "I never thought of that" and "I
didn't know she liked that" spilled from his mouth. He
refolded the paper and handed it back to Seiya. "Thanks. That
helped. I know what to get her now."
"Glad to be of service. See you at the party."
Mamoru turned to leave. A thought struck him and
he paused. "You did tell the girls about this, right? I don't
think we need another...accident," he said, worried.
Seiya chuckled. "I did."
Distaff
Later that week, Seiya cursed his feminine side. It
had made him do something no guy would ever understand. He
stared at the mailbox. He still couldn't believe it, but he
had done it. He had actually sent out invitations.
Where: ?
Mamoru looked at the envelope in his hands. It had
to be an announcement or something. Why? He had already
received Haruka and Michiru's wedding announcement. Who was
this from? He opened it and stared. It was an invitation to
Haruka's bachelor party. Why had Seiya sent invitations?
Guys didn't do that. He paused. Well, Seiya was...
He gave Seiya the benefit of the doubt and read it. He
stopped and read it again. "Nani?!?"
The invitation fell to the floor as Mamoru rushed
out the door.
"Are you crazy? You're having her party at a strip
club?" Mamoru yelled.
"No, I'm not. Yes, I am." Seiya looked at him
innocently. "That is usually where American bachelor parties
are held," he replied calmly.
"But... but, she's a girl!!" Mamoru sputtered.
"I know, but you seem to have forgotten what kind of
girl she is," Seiya prodded.
Mamoru stopped. The light dawned on him. "Of course,
you're right... What an excellent idea," he said smiling.
Gifts for Haruka
Setsuna answered the door. Outside stood four very
handsome men. "Hi guys. Come in." She stepped back to let
them pass. She blushed as Seiya winked at her.
"Is Haruka-san home?" Mamoru asked.
Setsuna flushed and gestured back toward the bedrooms.
"She's um... They're... busy."
The guys stared while four sweat drops appeared.
"Gomen," Setsuna whispered. "I tried, but... gomen."
The silence stretched, then Setsuna asked, "Drinks anyone?"
Throats cleared. "Yes, of course." Setsuna rushed off.
The guys took the opportunity to sit down.
They were involved in easy conversation, when Haruka
sauntered in.
"Hi guys. What's up?" Her tone was both surprised and
questioning.
Silence.
Everyone attempted to look anywhere but at her. Haruka
scowled, then her eyes settled on Seiya. Fists clenched and
muscles bunched, she took a step towards Seiya.
"Haruka-san." Setsuna rose and put a restraining hand on
the blonde's arm.
Her eyes never leaving Seiya, she asked, "What are you
doing here?"
Seiya rose. The speech he had rehearsed left him. He
cleared his throat.
"We came to give you some wedding gifts, and to take
you... somewhere." Taiki responded, before Seiya could say
anything.
Luckily, Haruka liked Taiki and Yaten. She stood
there shocked and confused. "Wedding gifts? Shouldn't you
give those to Michiru?"
"The girl... um... wife, always gets gifts. The
other half rarely does. We wanted to get you something,"
Mamoru informed her.
"Oh, okay." She tensed again. "Take me where?"
"It's a surprise," said Mamoru enigmatically.
Haruka scowled.
Clearing her throat, Setsuna said, "I have some
reading to do. See you guys later." Pausing only to smile at
Seiya, she turned and left the "guys" to themselves.
Haruka sat.
"Okay. Happy Future Wedding, Haruka-san!" Mamoru
exclaimed, thrusting a box at her.
Haruka blinked. She accepted the gift and opened it.
Her face brightened. She pulled out an old book. "The
Martian Chronicles. I've wanted this forever!" She paused in
admiring her new acquisition to look up at Mamoru. "Thanks."
The ice was broken.
"Here, open mine," Taiki said, pushing his forward.
She unwrapped a silver picture frame. "Wow." It held
a picture of her leaning against her car, a trophy by her side.
"Michiru-san gave me the picture and I enlarged it," Taiki
explained.
"Thanks, Taiki-san," she said.
"Here's mine," Yaten said, handing it over.
Haruka grabbed it. It was a dress box. Her brow
furrowed. She took off the cover. A slow heat rose to the
surface of her face. "Uh... thanks, Yaten-san," she mumbled,
replacing the cover. Mamoru stopped her.
"Show it. I don't know what he got you."
"Me neither," said Taiki. "I want to see."
Haruka reluctantly took the top off the box and tilted
it so they could see. Inside were two pools of diaphanous
fabric: one a delicate blue and pale yellow, the other a deep
aqua with navy trim.
She set the box down and pulled out the light blue
one. The fabric unfolded into the shape of a scanty negligee.
"Beautiful..."
She held it up to her. Images of her Michiru flowed
through her mind. She became aware of the silence. She
stuffed the gown back into the box, blushing and frowning at
the same time.
"Thanks, Yaten-san," she grumbled.
Seiya cleared his throat. He had been quiet as the
others presented their gifts. "This one's from me," he handed
some sheets of paper to Haruka.
She stared at them. "Sea winds, a duet for piano and
violin." She looked up at Seiya. "You wrote this... for us?"
Seiya said nothing. What could he say?
They sat there looking at each for what felt like an
eternity. Years seem to pass. Then Haruka smiled.
"Thanks, Seiya-san." Haruka was touched. It was a perfect
gift, considering their love for music and it was pretty good
from what she could tell. She was at a loss for words.
Mamoru cleared his throat. "Well, ready?" he asked
as he stood.
Everyone jumped up. "Sure, let's go!"
That Makes Sense
At the club's door, Seiya paused. "I need to see
the manager. I'll see you guys at the table."
"See ya," Mamoru said as they walked off.
Seiya walked to the table after paying for the
evening. What he saw amazed him. Ten guys and Haruka were
sitting there trying not to look anywhere. Obviously the
other guys had arrived earlier. The table was already full
of empty bottles and glasses. He sat down, looking at Haruka.
The blonde smirked and shrugged. "So when does the
show start?" she asked.
Immediately every guy except Mamoru and Seiya
cringed and tried to sink deeper in their chairs. Seiya
leaned toward Taiki. "What's wrong?" he whispered.
Taiki frowned for a moment. "I think everyone is
embarrassed because they are in a strip bar with a girl."
Seiya couldn't help himself. He threw his head
back and laughed.
"What's so funny?," Mamoru said, leaning close.
After Seiya whispered it in his ear, Mamoru also erupted
with laughter. Laughing together, they noticed everyone
watching them.
Seiya acted. "Haruka likes girls," he whispered
loudly. They all turned to Haruka, who returned a slightly
angry look.
"Actually, she doesn't like men," supplied Taiki.
"She doesn't like "popular" men," added Yaten with
a sly smile.
They all looked at her again. Sweatdrops formed on
each head.
"That makes sense," someone said.
"That does not make sense!" Haruka countered hotly,
eyebrow twitching.
Everyone wisely swallowed their laughter.
A Dance for Haruka
The guys agreed that all the girls were beautiful,
and their dances were great. Much money was had been tucked
into bikinis and g-strings. Drinks were ordered again and
again. Everyone except Mamoru was well past tipsy and
moving quickly to drunk. Everybody was having fun except
Yaten. The high point of the evening was when one of the
girls took a liking to Haruka. Dancing erotically, running
her hands over her own body, she advanced on their table.
She quickly zeroed in on Haruka and moved toward her. The
dancer twisted and turned, moving in suggestive waves.
Everyone almost fell out of their chairs when she climbed
into Haruka's lap and began a very provocative lap dance.
Mamoru choked on his recently taken sip of beer.
"Seiya-san, did you set this up?" he asked.
The blue-eyed idol could only look at the pair and
shake his head.
Suddenly the girl stopped. "Either I'm losing my
touch or something's missing," she pouted.
The guys looked fuzzily at Haruka, waiting for her
response. "Something is missing, but you aren't losing your
touch," she replied, sliding the girl's hand between her legs.
She lead the other to her breast.
A shocked gasp ripped itself from the dancer's lips.
She jumped off Haruka's lap and turned to leave, falling over
the next table in her haste.
They stared at Haruka in shocked amazement. She
turned to them and shrugged. "What could I do? I had to get
her off my lap. Michiru would kill me," she slurred.
That did it. Everyone burst out in raucous laugher.
An Enlightening Drive
A few hours later, Mamoru loaded his four drunken
charges into the car and began the arduous drive back home.
Luckily, they were mostly docile. Taiki was fast asleep.
Seiya and Haruka were singing some garbled drunken nonsense
together. Mamoru couldn't make it out, but they seemed
happy. Yaten was hunched over in the front seat. The car
stopped at a red light. Yaten looked positively green.
"I'm going to be sick." He threw the door open and
staggered out of the car. Mamoru frantically tried to grab
the white haired idol, but missed. He glanced around at the
deserted road and then put the car in park and leapt out to
retrieve the other young man.
"He left. How wude," Seiya observed from the back.
"Ish okay, I'm a race car driver," Haruka assured
Seiya as she slid behind the wheel.
"I know. I heard."
"I don't like shtop lights," Haruka said petulantly.
"If you go the other way, you won' have ta wait
for it to change."
"You know, thash true." Haruka backed the car up
and began to turn it around.
Mamoru had finally caught Yaten and was guiding him
back toward the vehicle when it lurched into drive and turned
around. He left the young singer in a crumpled heap on the
ground. "Oh no."
"Wait, wait, look! He came back. There he goes," Seiya
observed as they whipped past Mamoru.
"I don't care. He can jush walk home."
Seiya nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Sherves him right
for wandering off." The young idol climbed up into the other
front seat. "Whersh, Yaten?" he asked, looking around.
"I dunno."
Seiya thought about it very hard. "Maybe he's in the
trunk."
"Yeah, that mush be it." Haruka drove to the corner
and turned right. "You know I ushed to hate you," she continued.
"Yeah, I heard."
"Not only 'bout Michi, but also cause of Odango."
"I loved her..." Seiya said, shaking his head sadly.
"We all do, but she's our Prinshess. Ours," she
pointed at her chest for emphasis. "Not yoursh." Haruka shook
her finger at him as she took another right.
"I know."
"Yeah, I used to hate you, but not anymore," she
confided and took yet another right. She grinned at him and
did something very un-Haruka like, she giggled. Seiya
snorted and they laughed together.
"I'm sho glad. I didn't want you to hate me anymore."
"Michiru says is better to forgive."
"She's really pretty, Haruka-shan."
"You want me to hate you again?" Haruka asked
warningly.
"Ah gomen, gomen," Seiya said placatingly.
Haruka took another right and was back on the street
from where she had started. Mamoru was standing in the road,
staring off in the direction his hijacked car had gone.
"He's ahead of us."
"How'd he get here so fasht?" Haruka wanted to know.
"Maybe he ran."
"Maybe"
"We should shtop and let him in."
"Yeah, if he ran that fasht he musht really wanna
go home."
Haruka pulled to a stop behind Mamoru and honked the
horn. The dark haired young man turned around at the sound.
He looked inside the car, at two grinning faces staring back
at him. Then they started waving and Haruka honked the horn
again. He was dumfounded, 'They just drove around the block?'
Mamoru sighed and picked Yaten off the ground.
Seiya opened the door and stumbled out of the car.
"Yaten!!"
Haruka also got out. "He's not in tha trunk?"
Seiya paused, confused. "I guesh he got out somehow."
Mamoru set Yaten in the passenger's seat. When he
turned around, Seiya was crawling over Taiki to get in the back.
Haruka tossed the keys in Mamoru's general direction.
"You drive. I'm tired."
Home
Haruka leaned against the doorframe, where Taiki and
Yaten had propped her. She made another jab at the doorbell.
When she concentrated there were only three, so she aimed for
the one in the middle. She hoped Taiki and Yaten had made it
back to the car okay in their inebriated state. Seiya was
passed out in the back seat. Mamoru was the only sober one
and he had refused to abandon the car again.
Suddenly the door flew open and Haruka fell into
Michiru's arms. "Haruka, you're drunk."
"No, I'm not," the blonde replied, lurching into the
smaller girl. "Okay. Maybe a little." She looped her arm
around Michiru's waist.
Smiling, Michiru helped her lover into the bedroom.
"Did you have fun?"
Haruka burped. "Oh yeah." She fell back on the
bed and Michiru began to undress her.
Curiosity got the better of Michiru. "Where exactly
did Seiya-kun take you?"
"Seiya? I sought it was Mamo-shan's id-id...um, plan."
Michiru ignored her drunken lover's babbling. "Where
did he take you?" she asked again.
She was distracted momentarily when Haruka reached up
and cupped her face. "You're sho boo-ti-full, Mishi."
"Ahh," Michiru sighed with pleasure and ran her
fingers through Haruka's thick locks.
"Sho mush prettier than that other girl."
Michiru paused in her stroking to digest that.
"What other girl?!"
"Tha one who dancedinmylap." Haruka ran the last of
the words together, as if her subconscious was trying to
protect her from her alcohol loosened tongue.
"Nani?!!? Where were you?" She waited for an answer,
but Haruka had fallen asleep.
"Haruka!"
"Nani?!" Dark teal eyes flew open.
"Where did you go tonight?"
"T-to a shtrip club," the blonde racer managed to
reply before sliding back into unconsciousness.
Michiru's eyes narrowed. A naughty cake was one
thing, but a strip club? She and Seiya would have to have
a little talk. Soon.
The End?
The ceiling fan turned idly. Three guys sat in the
room, lounging on the furniture, talking.
"I really don't know why she's angry with me."
"You took her fiancée to a strip club and brought
her home dead drunk. I'd be angry, too."
"She didn't tell me not to! I didn't know it would
upset her!"
"You don't have to tell us."
They lapsed into silence.
Finis
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Pledged by Saun
Michiru's Surprise by Fire Child
The Party You are here
The Annoyance by Rhapsody
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