I really like this story it's much darker then I'm used to writing but ... its good er at least I think it is... Also there is Lemon warnings .. you don't HAVE to read the lemon if you are opposed, it wont ruin the story for you. Special thanks to Vanessa who keeps me writing. And don't forget to R&R! I love it when y'all do!! Enjoy.
PROLOGUE
'Do you not like girls?' Even as the question left her lips she knew it wasn't right. Of course Haruka liked girls; otherwise their relationship would be quite different.
'I do.' Haruka laughed glancing at her girlfriend. 'But you knew that.'
'That's not what I meant.' Michiru frowned. Haruka was next to her as they sat watching the moon high above the ocean tides.
'And what did you mean?' Haruka nudged taking Michiru's hand into her own and gently caressing the delicate skin that was a violinist's tool. Haruka's eyes were dancing with interest and amusement as she watched Michiru search for her meaning.
'Why do you dress and act like a boy?' she finally managed, each word slowly leaving her mouth, regret written on each one. Haruka dropped her lovers hand and stood, wandering a bit away from Michiru. 'Gomen, Haruka. I've just always wondered. Forget I asked.' Michiru stammered, getting to her feet and joining her lover at the cusp of the water. Haruka's face was locked in frown, Michiru's least favorite look of the blonds. Haruka's past was a mixture of quiet murmurs and question less one word explanations that left Michiru mostly in the dark. Together they had battled, risen from hell and had twice been brought back from death, to finally live the rest of their lives until the calling of crystal Tokyo some three hundred years away. Michiru's life was an opened book to her lover, each year of her childhood displayed in her mother's living room as Haruka glanced over each picture musing at the carefree child Michiru had been, the talented youth rising into the gifted beauty before her. Michiru's family although loving, had never understood their daughters wish to be with Haruka, a woman. However they tried it never managed to do more then amuse the aqua-haired girl as she laughed it off and reaffirmed she loved Haruka, male or female. Haruka was quietly jealous of the Kaioh family; even in their strangeness they had each other. 'Haruka.' Michiru's soft call pulled her from her thoughts; the arm around her waist told her, her lover was close.
'Do you not love me as I am?' Haruka asked her eyes fixed on the moon.
'I do.' Michiru said her voice sure and clear. 'But do you?' Haruka took the last comment to heart; she thought for a moment and wondered. Did she?