Crazy Kind of Love
Summary: It hurts to see the one you love to be with someone else. Its worse when you both know that she deserves better. Michiru has a boyfriend who obviously doesn't treat her the way she wants to be treated. Haruka can do nothing but console her friend in need while secretly loving her.
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Wake up, baby wake up
Tell that zero you want to get his weight up
He can't do nothing 'cause he got no paper
It's a crazy kind of love
At the sound of her ringtone, Haruka Tenoh slowly opened her eyes. Blinking and rubbing the sleep from them furiously, she squinted at the time on her nightstand. 3:01 AM. Yawning, she felt around the nightstand for her Sidekick LX. Once she found it, she looked at the caller and frowned in concern. Michiru …
"Michi?"
There was a sound of sniffling and a loud sigh on the other end of the line.
"Michi? What's wrong?" There was no need to ask because Haruka knew perfectly why Michiru would be calling at 3 in the morning.
"H-Haruka … c-can I come in? I'm outside your door," the soft, broken voice whispered.
Haruka stood up and went to open the front door. There stood Michiru, drenched and dripping water on her front door mat. Her eyes were red and Haruka was sure that the water falling slowly down her face was not from the rain. Her light blue dress clung tightly to her body like a second skin. It was also see through from the water and Haruka could see the white bra underneath.
"You're wet," she said, attempting to crack a joke in the depressed atmosphere.
It worked. Michiru managed to crack a tiny smile.
"Come in."
Michiru nodded numbly and stepped in the warm, cozy apartment. She hugged herself tightly and looked around. Her eyes fell on the picture on the grand, black piano of her and Haruka in their younger years. She was on Haruka's back, laughing while Haruka was looking up at her with a pout. However, her striking blue-green eyes were dancing with laughter as well. The picture was full of innocence and happiness. How she wished things were as easy as they were back then …
She felt a towel on top of her wet hair, returning her to reality.
"Go take a warm shower."
She looked at Haruka, who was carrying a fresh set of clothes. The tomboy smiled kindly. "Take a warm shower. I'll be in my bedroom."
Michiru nodded and took the clothes from the blonde and walked off to the bathroom, but not before giving her a grateful kiss on the cheek.
Haruka stared after the aqua-haired goddess and sighed. She walked towards her room and sat on the edge of her bed, placing her head in her hands in frustration.
Damn it …
An hour later, the bathroom door opened and Michiru stepped out fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing but clean panties and one of Haruka's shirts, one that was too big for her petite size.
Haruka nearly had a nose bleed. "Wh-what happened to those shorts I gave you?"
"I don't like wearing shorts to bed," Michiru whispered softly.
She was gorgeous with wondrous curves and a flat stomach. Haruka could stare at those long, toned swimmer's legs forever.
Too bad she's not mine …
Michiru stared down at her feet and said softly, "Thank you …"
Haruka raised her eyebrows. "Hey, it's alright. It's not your fault Michael's such a jackass."
Michiru flinched at the sound of her boyfriend's name.
Haruka realized what she said and nearly slapped herself for it. You idiot! She needs comfort, not a reminder!
"Hey …"
Michiru looked up and saw her best friend opening her arms out. "Y'need a hug from your older brother?"
Michiru's eyes watered and she flung herself into the blonde's arm, sobbing. This was what she needed; the same warm and strong comfort she had from Haruka ever since they were both very little. Whenever she needed a hug, Haruka was always there, opening her arms out and asking in the same teasing manner, "Y'need a hug from your older brother?" They both knew that Haruka was a female but she was simply so masculine and could easily be mistaken as a striking blonde haired young man, she was referred as Michiru's "older brother".
She snuggled closer to the blonde, listening to the soothing words being delivered to her ears.
"It'll be okay …"
"It's gonna be alright …"
Soon, nothing but the sound of Michiru's soft sobs was heard in the room. Haruka held onto the violinist a little closer, enjoying the feeling yet feeling hurt at the same time; hurt that her best friend and the girl she'd fallen in love with was crying over someone else, someone who didn't deserve Michiru's love at all.
Eventually, Michiru's sobs stopped and silence hung in the air. Haruka thought she had fallen asleep from exhaustion and was about to place her comfortably on the bed when the smaller girl whispered out of nowhere, "I should break up with him …"
Haruka couldn't help but feel happy at this. "You should … he doesn't deserve it. He doesn't deserve you."
Michiru sighed and wrapped her arms around the tomboy's waist. "Sometimes … I wish there would be someone to care about me the same way you do for me …" She looked up and smiled softly. "You're the best, Haruka."
Haruka smiled and kissed her softly on the forehead. "Get some sleep, little one."
Michiru nodded and slowly drifted off to sleep, right in Haruka's arms.
Haruka waited a bit before placing Michiru on the bed and covering her with the covers. She stared at her calm, sleeping face for a moment before sighing sadly.
No one cares about you the same way that I do …
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Song: Crazy Kind of Love - Mario