Rebound
It's such a shame our friendship had to end
Purple Rain Purple Rain
Purple Rain Purple Rain
Purple Rain Purple Rain
I only wanted to see you underneath the Purple Rain
Honey I know, I know, I know times are changing
It's time we all reach out for something new
That means you too
You say you want a leader
But you can't seem to make up your mind
I think you better close it
And let me guide you to the Purple Rain
"Purple Rain" - Prince
He had called her to see if he could come over. Apparently, it was urgent.
Somehow, she had the sick feeling in her stomach it wasn't anything good. Call it woman's intuition?
And she was right.
Her eyes watered with tears thick with all the emotions she was feeling. How could Shuichi have kept something like this from her?
"I'm sorry, Michiru. I know I had told you before that I didn't have feelings for her, but I-" He paused. "I just love Mizuki, I just didn't realize it." He brushed back some of his sandy blonde hair, his green eyes showing he meant what he said.
She believed him, but it still hurt. He was her first love, and she couldn't keep him longer than the four months they were together. The hurt rose up her throat like vomit, and she could taste it. It was such a bitter taste on her tongue. She didn't dare say anything to him, but nod. It was all she could do.
He seemed to take it as his cue to leave. Shuichi lightly touched her shoulder, hugging her briefly and leaving. She stood stiff in the hug, and remained that way for several minutes.
She ran out of the house and onto the street. Blindly, she ran. The house wasn't big enough to hold her anguish. She looked up at the sky. It seemed to embrace her emotions, freeing her. The wind blew through her hair, and she knew where she was going.
"Haruka, it's Michiru! I'm coming in!" Michiru announced herself before opening the door to the room of her best friend. Her breath hitched at the sight.
Haruka was still in her school uniform, lying on her bed and staring out the window. Her hands cradled the back of her sandy blonde head. Sandy blonde hair that was so much like Shuichi's…
No, don't think about him now! She angrily kicked herself mentally.
Haruka stood and strode to the window. "Michiru, I was just thinking of you. I thought-" She was about to say something about how the sky seemed to darken when she turned to look at her. Haruka tried to read into her face, and saw pain and anger in the beautiful face of her best friend.
"Michi-?" Haruka started to ask what was wrong when Michiru hurled herself at Haruka, hugging her around her middle.
Haruka touched the mass of silky soft aqua blue that was Michiru's hair. She waited out Michiru's anguish.
"Shuichi is in love with Mizuki-san." Michiru's tone was flat, and that's what scared Haruka the most.
She gulped. Michiru knew that Haruka was a lesbian and had accepted her. Haruka loved her for still wanting to be best friends.
"Boys suck."
Michiru laughed at Haruka's joke and what it meant. "Yes, they do, don't they?"
Michiru's sweet laughter filled up Haruka, the warmth of it all spreading to her fingertips. The warmth gave her courage that she never knew she could have. Her hands were acting of their own accord, like they had minds of their own; one hand went to bury itself in Michiru's hair and the other want on Michiru's waist.
Michiru's eyes widened as she felt the intimacy of Haruka's hands on her waist. Her brain was telling her to pull away, that if they did this it would be tainted by her heartbreak. But something deeper inside her told her this was right. That this was them.
It just…feels so right.
"Michiru, I know this is-I just-I love you!" Haruka managed to blurt out, her hands still doing things on their own.
Michiru blinked. She knew it was coming, but it still came as a shock hearing it come from Haruka, her best friend.
But the words were there, in her ear. They zoomed around in her mind, and she drank them in. She felt something inside her bloom into something she had felt before, and its name was on the tip of her mind.
Love.
But this felt so much better than last time.
If only Haruka knew what Michiru was feeling. Haruka took her silence as a sign that she didn't want to do this. She knew that Michiru never expressed an interest in girls, but this silent rejection hurt nonetheless. Her arms fell limp to her sides, and she backed away from Michiru and sat on her bed, her face buried in her hands.
In a way, I'm glad she doesn't want to do it. Because if we did, it was because she was hurt and she just would have used me to get over it, Haruka thought darkly.
Michiru felt cold as Haruka pulled away. She wanted this, she never felt such a physical attraction towards anyone, not even Shuichi. She slowly walked towards Haruka. She parted Haruka's knees with her hands and kneeled down to hug Haruka. Haruka put her hands away from her face and returned the embrace.
Then, Michiru looked up into the surprised face of Haruka.
"How cute," she cooed quietly, and kissed her.
Once again, I have started a story. It'll be short. It's just two chapters. Three at the most. Short, but eh, what can I do? I need to break it down. Oh, and about my other stories, my computer crashed sobs and it had chapter 7 of ATMB and part of chapter 3 of YOWCM. Gahh, so depressing. And also the first chapter of my Harry/Ginny sequel! I shall do everything in my power to get them back into the laptop i'm currently using. Enjoy