Fears

By: Urooj

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot.

Author's note: This story is another AU that I was inspired to do. It was originally suppose to be a one-shot, but it got a bit too long XD. Hope you like it. You know, for some reason though, this story isn't very satisfying. I mean it's a bit…odd to me. Maybe it's just the beginning.

Chapter 1: Introduction

Michiru woke up with a jolt. Beads of sweat dropped from her lovely face. She looked around in the safety of her own room for comfort, in vain. It was dark coloured, spacious room. The walls were coloured light blue, and decorated with seashells and her painting. She had a medium size window on the left of her bed. The sea goddess owned a small white desk, and just like her roommate, a matching bedroom set. On her dresser was a picture of her roommate and herself, which gave her a little bit of comfort. Her queen-size sea bed was a bit wet, only because of the sweat. She gasped for air, as her breathing came into place. Her dreams were not that of the end of the world, but that of a certain blonde racer. It bothered her now. Her perpetual dreams had been haunting her for months now, only for someone about something. She was too proud and weak to admit her problems to that certain someone.

"I've got to get control of myself." She whispered. Just then the blonde racer barged opened the door.

"Michiru? Are you okay?" The blonde racer asked. Concern was written all over her face. However, Michiru refused to admit her weakness in front of her.

"Of course" The painter replied calmly. The blonde racer raised an eyebrow.

"If you say so." She turned around and started walking back to her own room. Before she left, she looked over her shoulder. Michiru smiled in reassurance and the blonde racer walked away.

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Of course it had been bothering her that the aqua-marine girl didn't tell her what was wrong. This had been the fourth time that week that she had run into her room, thinking someone could have harmed her. The blonde racer was patient, as patient as she could be. However, she was running out of her patience. Staring at the ceiling, Haruka wondered what could be wrong with her roommate. If she used logic, she could find nothing. The talented swimmer showed no weaknesses. However, Haruka knew deep down, that Michiru was only a human, and there are only a few things that she could bear.

"Whatever it is," Haruka muttered as she put the covers back on. "I'll find out." She quietly whispered, and fell asleep.

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Haruka woke up drowsily from her bed. She looked at the her black clock which read 7:00 am.

"Shimatta!" She yelled and ran to her closet to get some proper clothes on. Her room was the same as the sea goddess though the colours were different. They were goldish yellow. She had a small oak dress, and matching bedroom set to go with it. There was a small navy cordless phone and a medium size window. Like her roommate, she too had a picture of the two, this one of them standing near a water fountain. One side of her wall was decorated with a scenery picture that Michiru had painted for her. Haruka had a race, that was in two hours, and she wanted to test the new wheels that where on her racing car, before she raced. The blonde racer dashed to the kitchen and pulled out a bowl.

"No need Haruka, I've got breakfast right here." Haruka looked at her left to find the dinning table full of Michiru's homemade breakfast. She finally spotted Michiru, at the end of the table smiling devilishly. Haruka grinned. Their game had just started. Yes, the two played a game, full of trickery and sometimes to spite one another.

"So eh, you purposely didn't wake me up?" She thought grimly.

"I'm sorry Haruka, I couldn't wake you up." The aqua-haired said playfully and dramatically, waving her arm around. Haruka's grin only grew wider at the memory of the evening before.

"Did you enjoy your shower last night?" Haruka asked as she sat down for some breakfast. Michiru only pouted in return.

"I like my chocolate syrup either on my milk, or on my ice cream, not to be used as shampoo." Michiru glared at blonde. Haruka nodded and started eating.

"Where were you last night, Haruka?" Michiru asked calmly, although Haruka could tell there was something else in her voice.

..Flashback..

Haruka had emptied out her friend's shampoo bottle, to be replaced by chocolate syrup. In the evening, when her friend took a shower, she screamed. Haruka couldn't stop laughing and as quick as lightning ran into her room. There was a small sound in the hallway, and then one in her room. The racer had turned around.

All of a sudden, every function in her body had turned off. There in front of her, was a sigh to behold. It was Michiru, an angry Michiru, in front of her in her room. Her entire body shut down, once she had staggered on to her bed. Michiru was naked, well almost, except for a flimsy towel that covered her top chest to above her legs. Haruka turned beet-red, her eyes piercing. Michiru's angry expression had turned into a mischievous one, smiling very sexily. She walked deliberately in slow motion and bent down slowly towards Haruka.

The blonde looked at the painter's body, flushed as she saw some skin that was flashed in front of her only to be covered quickly by Michiru's agile hands. Their noses met, Haruka could feel Michiru's soft, cool, hot breath on her lips, and for a minute, Haruka thought they were going to kiss. But it was all over, as the aqua- marine had only laughed and pulled away.

"What's wrong Ha-ru-ka?" The swimmer deliberately said her name slowly in her sexy voice.

"N-Nothing!" The racer said quickly. She looked up at Michiru who smirked, and the racer knew that she was celebrating her victory. Haruka smirked. She couldn't let Michiru win that easily.

Her face returned to normal, she got up abruptly surprising Michiru. She walked towards the door and then turned around. Right when she was about to say something, her phone rang. She frowned; her master plan just went down the drain. She quickly pulled out her phone

"Hello?" She answered irritated.

"Haruka?" The caller asked.

"Oh, umm, hi, sorry about that! I didn't know it was you." Haruka smiled and laughed happily. Michiru frowned. Disappointed with whoever the caller was, could make her roommate smile and laugh like that.

"Can you meet me at the ice cream shop across the arcade? Right now?"

Haruka thought a bit. Then she answered agreeing to her caller's request and closed her black phone. She looked at Michiru.

"Sorry Michiru, I need to go out for a while. I'll see you later." With that the blonde sped off, avoiding Michiru's inquiry. She turned over her shoulder only to see a frowning Michiru.

.. End of Flashback..

"Out with a friend." Haruka replied casually. She didn't dare to meet Michiru's gaze. Something told her it wouldn't be pleasant. "It's not like I'm lying or anything." Haruka thought.

"What's her name?" Michiru took a sip from her orange juice. Haruka's head jerked up.

"What?" The emerald-eyed blonde asked incredulously.

"What's her name?" Michiru repeated again in a demanding tone. Haruka could see the frustration.

"Wait; remind me why does it bother you?" Haruka began.

"Because you're my roommate and I should know where you go, shouldn't I? Anyways, you don't seem to have trouble flirting with cute girls. How can I be assured that you're safe out there? You could get hurt you know, even with girls" Michiru responded, upset by Haruka's comment. Michiru looked down avoiding Haruka's eye contact so she wouldn't see the hurt and anger.

Haruka raised an eyebrow and then grinned devilishly. "His name Rishi. We met at the track and well… we are… you know…" Michiru raised her head. "Haruka and a guy?" Her eye widened.

Haruka swore she died laughing. That look on Michiru's face was priceless. Finally the talented painter understood. "Haruka was only joking??? Why that little…"

The blonde racer finally gained some control, and finished her sentence. "Friends! He wanted some advice with his girlfriend, since she was upset about something, and he was clueless." Haruka stood up and took Michiru's plate as well as hers to wash. She added on to her sentence.

"It's not like I'm the only one hiding things, Michiru." The aqua-marine girl stood up and Haruka couldn't help but stare at her. Her roommate was perfect, head to toe. She had aqua-marine hair which was shoulder length, blue oceanic eyes, light skin, wearing a black dress with white dots around it. Her mid-section had a small white ribbon tied until her back.

"She looks so gorgeous." Haruka thought as she put the plate away Michiru walked towards the door and wore her black high-healed shoe. "Let's go Haruka, or we'll be late for your race." She changed the subject. Haruka sighed.

"When will you tell me, Michiru?"

Author's note: It's a new story, a new inspiration. Hope you liked the first chapter.