Title: Define: Over You
Chapter 1: Reminisce
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the characters that I create. That'd be Paul Anderson.
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Pairing(s): Haruka/Naru, Haruka/Michiru, Ami/Makoto, Minako/Rei, Usagi/Mamoru, Chibiusa/Hotaru
Genre: Romance/General
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's hard to define "over you".
You never forget your first love. Haruka has issues due to her first heart break and has become the ultimate playgirl of the school. Yet, why does it seem that a certain violinist has Haruka confused because not only does she catch her eye, but her heart as well. Will her reputation ruin her chances? Do old habits die hard? Or is it that hard to let go of your first love?
Author's Notes: This is a rewrite of my story "Change of Category". The story had a hit of 106 reviews and I'm hoping with this rewrite, I'll be able to achieve that amount. The plot isn't exactly the same as the previous one but the basis of it is relatively the same. The other was more humorous and all over the place. This story is more in-depth and hopefully more pleasant to read than my previous one I'm not exactly proud of that one.
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Drip. Drop.
The sound of the rain outside hitting the window pane was the only thing you could hear aside from the tall blond's steady breathing. Teal blue eyes stared out the window, questioning all the misfortunes that were thrown her way. Why? Why her? She shook her head and heaved an incredible sigh, waiting for her unshed tears to fall across her cheeks. Popularity. What one would do for popularity. They'd do anything... the teenager continued to look out into the dark clouds and couldn't help but agree with the thought.
Her own experience with friends and relationships was evidence enough, they all wanted to be "better" and be at the top of the social ladder. Losing your best friend to the snares of popularity where it was important how you were seen and who you were seen with. No one wants to be seen with the social outcast and reject when you're in school; so it was understandable that the blond tomboy was ditched for all the snobby boy-crazy girls.
What didn't make sense was the fact that popularity was more important to her best friend, excuse me, former best friend and ex-girlfriend. That she chose to ignore the relationship they had built and the friendship that had connected them since they were in elementary. Another sigh escaped the young blond's lips before closing her eyes and leaning against the window pane.
"It's best that I don't think about it. I suppose I should just sleep it off," she said out loud to the empty apartment. Mom and dad were busy workers and never came home. She was independent at such a young age that her parents even got her an apartment relatively close to her school. The tall blond stood up from where she sat and stretched before heading over to her room. The Japanese character for wind was engraved above her door and she entered, closing the wooden door behind her with a small "click". Out of habit, the teal-eyed blond locked the door and flopped onto her bed, face down.
After a few seconds, she lifted her head up and stared at the pictures that were sitting on her bedroom dresser. A nicely framed picture with the words BFF in a corner held the picture of a young blond tomboy wearing the school boy uniform with another young girl who had rather long brown hair and in her school girl uniform. They couldn't be anything over the age of eight and the brunette girl had jumped onto the blond's back. The two had a big smile on their face, content with their life as best friends where nothing could harm them, not even when their parents picked them up from school to take them home.
Teal eyes gravitated over to another picture, right beside her BFF picture to a more recent one. They were thirteen and fourteen then and this time instead of the picture taking place at school, this one was taken outside someone's porch with the beautiful sunset in the background. The blond's hair was tousled and she was wearing a dark sweater and jeans, she was sitting right beside her best friend whose hair was now shoulder length. The brunette was wearing a white blouse with a light jacket, a maroon skirt and long socks that reached up to right below her knees.
A blanket was wrapped around the both of them, their interlaced fingers evident and soft warm blushes covered both girls' cheeks. Their foreheads leant against each other and their eyes held such intensity and love for one another that the tall blond couldn't help but sigh in sadness for what was now gone. The frame this time was simple but the words "Naru and Haruka: Best Friends and Lovers Always" were silently mocking the poor blond. "Naru..." she whispered out loud, the tears finally streaming down her face before she closed her eyes to fall into a deep fitful sleep.
Drip. Drop.
The rain continued to fall on the first day of their summer break, the end of Naru's freshman year and Haruka's sophomore year. Haruka would transfer from Juuban High to Mugen Gauken at the start of her sophomore year. She had finally made it into the school and she was going to tell her best friend but that's hard to do when you're no longer best friends now isn't it?
Mugen Gauken was the high school Haruka's parents wanted her to enter because it was well-known for their talented and bright students. Haruka however, wanted to be with Naru until the end of high school but after being shunned by her, she had decided to go with her parents wishes and transfer over to Mugen Gauken.
Perhaps...she'd have a better start, a better high school life over there. Summer vacation was what she needed and it just so happened that her parents wanted her to come along with them over to the Caribbean and Haruka decided to accompany them for the first time, willingly leaving Naru behind instead of staying with her like she used to.
A four year old Naru tripped and fell over into the sandbox at the park. Wailing was heard and Naru's parents were about to rush over to the girl when they noticed a young boy, a year older than Naru, had walked over and sat on the edge of the sandbox. He, or rather she, peered over at the other girl in curiosity, "Why're you crying?" The question was innocent enough and Naru sniffed before looking up at the cute tomboy.
Her eyes were a teal green holding worry and confusion in them, her head was tilted to the side, her bright blond hair cut rather short right above her ears, and her brows furrowed together trying to piece together why this little girl was crying. Haruka couldn't figure out why the pretty girl was crying, "Is it because your dress got dirty? My mama doesn't like it when her dress gets dirty." Brown eyes peered up at the taller girl, sniffling before answering, "I got a boo-boo. My knee hurts." Haruka came closer and sat right next to Naru, her eyes scrutinizing the scrape on her knee, "Owwie. Wait, I'll be back."
The blond tomboy stood up and ran over to her parents, "Mama, do you have a band-aid?" She looked up at her parents with big eyes and her father smirked, "Of course your mama does, but what is it for?" Haruka looked over to Naru, "My friend has a boo-boo. I wanna help her." She smiled rather widely that her parents couldn't help but smile before handing her a band-aid, "Now, now...don't forget to clean it with this okay?"
Her mother gave her an alcohol packet and Haruka nodded, "Okay! And I won't forget to kiss it too. Kissing it makes the owwie go away." She quickly hustled back over to Naru and sat right next to her, "Here, I have a band-aid. But my mama says we have to clean it first. I'm sorry it hurts but mama says it's so the boo-boo doesn't get nasty." Haruka opened the alcohol packet and slowly began cleaning the bleeding scrape, stopping every once in awhile to ask Naru if she was okay every time she heard her whimper.
"There, all clean, now for the band-aid," Haruka applied the band-aid with pride. "There's one thing left to do!" she exclaimed and it surprised Naru. Naru's sniffling died down a bit and she pondered over what was left to do, "What's that?" "A kiss for the boo-boo," Haruka said nonchalantly as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She leant over and pressed her lips against the band-aid.
Both girls turned to smile at each other before Haruka got up and helped Naru up, "I'm Haruka! What's your name? Wanna go to the slide?" Naru shook her head, "I'm Naru...I already went to the slide. Can we go swing?" Haruka smiled brightly and nodded before grabbing Naru's hand firmly and bringing her to the swings, "I'll swing you!" Naru giggled and sat down on the seat for Haruka to begin pushing her.
"Higher Haru-kun! Higher!" Haruka laughed and continued to push the younger one until both their parents called for them. Haruka pouted but stopped pushing Naru and tried slowing the swing down, "I'm sorry Naru-chan, I have to go." Naru had a sad look on her face and Haruka immediately tried cheering her up, "Don't worry! I'll see you again Naru-chan." Naru felt a small kiss on her cheek and she smiled before running over to her parents.
Both waved enthusiastically to each other before going back to their respective homes, "Mama! Papa! Did you see my new friend? Naru-chan got hurt but I helped her!" She got into her booster seat and buckled in before feeling tired and yawning which caused her father to chuckle, "Tired, little one? When we get home you can take a nap while your mama makes dinner."
"I don't think she heard you dear," her mother said. Haruka's father looked into the rear-view mirror to see his daughter leaning against the window and lightly snoring, drool beginning to appear in the corner of her mouth. He chuckled before turning on the engine and driving off, "It seems that Haru-chan found a new friend."
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End of Summer. First day at Mugen Gauken.
Haruka was beyond bored as she stood during the entrance ceremony. Her eyes were glazed with boredom and she looked left and right at all the students around her. The tall blond didn't bother to listen to the speaker up at the front of the stadium. The short blue-haired looked cute up there but not like any of the girls Haruka ran into while at the Caribbean. A smirk covered her features when she thought of the bikini-clad redhead that came onto her the second week she was there. Yes, Haruka wasn't exactly over Naru but the distance from her former best friend helped incredibly.
A new school year, away from Naru and her snobby bitch "friends". The summer opened Haruka's possibility and the fact that she was a natural flirt was revealed to herself. She tucked away the pain of losing connections with her best friend and ex-girlfriend. Everything was hid from sight, the little letters and gifts that were given to Haruka by Naru. Haruka thought to herself that she was over Naru but why was it that those two pictures remained on her night stand?
Students began to move around to look for classes and Haruka shook her head, breaking any thought of Naru from head. She looked down at her schedule to see that her most hated class was first on the list. Japanese. A scowl covered her face before she moved forward to find her class. In the middle of the process of Haruka looking up from her schedule, stepping forward, and hefting her briefcase over her shoulder, she bumped into a rather stunning blond.
Her hair was long, held up in a red bow, and her eyes were a rather nice shade of light blue, in contrast to Naru's own emerald eyes. She blocked the image of Naru's eyes before she looked down at the other blond with an apologetic look on her face, "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to run into a stunning girl." The blond blushed at the compliment and looked up at Haruka, "It's okay. Everyone's just trying to get to class." Haruka smiled, "I wouldn't mind if such a pretty girl like you were in my class."
She gave her a wink only to emit a blush on the other girl's face, "Ahh, Aino Minako. Pleasure to meet you. I have History first period." Haruka sighed as she looked at Minako before bowing back in respect, "Tenoh Haruka. Pleasure's mind but it seems that we're not in the same class. How unfortunate, but I must get to my Japanese class. I'll see you around Aino-san." Minako just waved a goodbye, hearts in her eyes, "See you Tenoh-san."
The tall blond walked to her next class, a silent smile on her face as she walked to her class, dodging students who were in a rush. Looking up at the door in front of her, she stepped inside and felt a wind from outside blow through the door, dragging with it little rose petals. She chose to ignore the effect of it and sat down near the front of the class next to rather skinny, short boy.
His black hair was slightly long, with it covering his ears and combed quite neatly, his striking gray eyes looking over Haruka shyly. He wore the uniform quite nicely, nothing was out of place and everything was pressed perfectly. A small smile was on his face as he leaned over to Haruka, his voice quite clearly American, "Ahh, hi there. I'm Anderson Paul. Please, call me Paul." Haruka smirked and shook his hand firmly, "Tenoh Haruka." Paul leaned back in his chair and smiled before crossing his legs and looking to the front of the class, the teacher choosing that moment to enter.
Class started and Haruka was confident that she would enjoy the rest of her days here in Mugen Gauken and forget all about Osaka Naru.
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A/N: Yes, the names are said Last name, First name. Hopefully this chapter was interesting enough for people to continue to read. I'll start working on the second chapter when I get the time. Reviews are highly appreciated.
