She's Strong, Like the Wind
Haruka sat in her and Michiru's bedroom. She was perched gracefully on the rather large windowsill. She suddenly began spending her days in front of the window, transfixed by something Michiru knew nothing about. She never said anything. 'Allowing Haruka to have time to herself may have been a good thing', Michiru thought. There were days when Haruka would never come downstairs to eat. She'd just sit there in the windowsill, like a lonely dog waiting for its master to return home.
One night, Michiru gained the courage to question Haruka of her odd behavior. She walked up the stairs slowly. Setsuna and Hotaru weren't home this particular evening. Setsuna decided to stay at her lab and work on something she had discovered. Hotaru was at a friend's house, having a birthday sleepover. They too, noticed this queer behavior in Haruka and became worried. She slowly and silently climbed the stairs. She wanted to surprise Haruka somewhat. Gently placing her hand on the doorknob, Michiru began thinking about possible mental deformalities her lover may have developed. Maybe she was depressed. Whatever it was, Michiru wanted to know. Carefully she pushed the door open and slipped in, closing the door behind her. Haruka apparently hadn't noticed her mate's entrance. She continued staring out the window, possibly ignoring Michiru. The tall blonde sighed softly. 'She's frustrated' Michiru informed to herself mentally.
She slipped behind Haruka and began massaging her shoulders gently. Under her hands, she felt her mate relax. "Haruka? Can we please talk?" Michiru asked in a soft, loving voice. Haruka nodded gently. She didn't face the smaller girl. " Ruu…you've been acting strange, baby. What's wrong?" The aqua-haired girl squatted low next to Haruka's seat. Haruka fidgeted gently, moving so Michiru could sit with her on the windowsill. Michiru gladly took the seat.
"You know Michi…this may seem very awkward. I know I've been acting strange for the past three days..or however long-"
" Two and a half days, sweetheart. You poor thing, you've lost track of time…" Michiru leaned forward and began running her fingers through Haruka's soft, goldenrod hair. She hated seeing Haruka in this state.
End of this chapter.
I know this seems like there wasn't much effort put into it, but bear with me. I'm still working on the first chapter, scanning through the details. I know it's depressing, hang in there.
Haruka sat in her and Michiru's bedroom. She was perched gracefully on the rather large windowsill. She suddenly began spending her days in front of the window, transfixed by something Michiru knew nothing about. She never said anything. 'Allowing Haruka to have time to herself may have been a good thing', Michiru thought. There were days when Haruka would never come downstairs to eat. She'd just sit there in the windowsill, like a lonely dog waiting for its master to return home.
One night, Michiru gained the courage to question Haruka of her odd behavior. She walked up the stairs slowly. Setsuna and Hotaru weren't home this particular evening. Setsuna decided to stay at her lab and work on something she had discovered. Hotaru was at a friend's house, having a birthday sleepover. They too, noticed this queer behavior in Haruka and became worried. She slowly and silently climbed the stairs. She wanted to surprise Haruka somewhat. Gently placing her hand on the doorknob, Michiru began thinking about possible mental deformalities her lover may have developed. Maybe she was depressed. Whatever it was, Michiru wanted to know. Carefully she pushed the door open and slipped in, closing the door behind her. Haruka apparently hadn't noticed her mate's entrance. She continued staring out the window, possibly ignoring Michiru. The tall blonde sighed softly. 'She's frustrated' Michiru informed to herself mentally.
She slipped behind Haruka and began massaging her shoulders gently. Under her hands, she felt her mate relax. "Haruka? Can we please talk?" Michiru asked in a soft, loving voice. Haruka nodded gently. She didn't face the smaller girl. " Ruu…you've been acting strange, baby. What's wrong?" The aqua-haired girl squatted low next to Haruka's seat. Haruka fidgeted gently, moving so Michiru could sit with her on the windowsill. Michiru gladly took the seat.
"You know Michi…this may seem very awkward. I know I've been acting strange for the past three days..or however long-"
" Two and a half days, sweetheart. You poor thing, you've lost track of time…" Michiru leaned forward and began running her fingers through Haruka's soft, goldenrod hair. She hated seeing Haruka in this state.
End of this chapter.
I know this seems like there wasn't much effort put into it, but bear with me. I'm still working on the first chapter, scanning through the details. I know it's depressing, hang in there.