in the beginning.
Prologue.
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The door creaked as it opened, protesting the entrance of two shadowed figures. Sunlight barely reached the figures' shoed feet as it was slowly setting beneath the horizon. No lights were turned on in the apartment as a gentle rustling of clothing was heard, the two favoring nature's light and darkness to surround them as they made their way to the sofa in the living room, a mere twenty meters from the apartment's entrance.
The taller of the two placed the jangling keys on the table directly to the left of the sofa, socked feet lazily shuffling against the wooden floor. From the sofa was emitted a barely audible call to the taller one, a hand reached out as a sort of buoy guiding a ship's direction. "Haruka-san, rest for a while." Such a soft, feminine voice was no match for Haruka. Her frame hunched down against the sofa's soft cushions, back against the armrest closest to the table. Her hands were resting on her thighs, between them a pair of smaller, softer hands toying with the black slacks hugging the legs dangling over the sofa.
A darker, huskier voice broke the momentary silence, "You needn't be so formal anymore. After all, look at what's just happened." Her head was down, eyes closed, fingers lightly stroking the other's toying hands. The same feminine voice spoke up a bit louder, "I don't mean to be so presumptuous, Haruka-san. What you're implying is—"
"That we're very close, I know. Wouldn't you agree? I couldn't call you Michiru-san now, not after what's happened over the last month. Before, I wouldn't give it a second thought, back when I first rejected you. Now I'm not so sure anymore." There was a hint of melancholy to her voice, and conclusively, to her eyes as her head came up, vivid teal eyes opening to stare at Michiru.
Through the quickening darkness in the room, Michiru's sigh was heard. Her hands pulled away from Haruka's with a slight whimper. The scratches along her left arm and side were visible and they pained her still. With much effort her body leaned forward, taking advantage of Haruka's reclined position by resting against her front, legs folded under herself in a conservative, prim manner. Her left arm rested against Haruka's abdomen, the hand painting small circles over the hardened muscle. The only reaction from Haruka was the tightening of those muscles before she spoke. "You should lie down on something more comfortable than me. My bedroom is just a few meters away."
Michiru's laugh rang through the purple coloring of the room then, "Oh, Haruka, nothing could be more comfortable than you are at this moment. But if you insist..." She made to push herself up from her position, but Haruka's hand against her back stopped her. Shimmering blue eyes met a set of softening teal eyes, a turquoise haired head nodding her acquiescence. Haruka's arms wrapped around Michiru's back, careful of her wounds, and pulled her closer, effectively resting Michiru on her lap. Her right arm passed under Michiru's knees, her legs lifting the two of them up as they pushed against the sofa, finally passing through the entrance into the bedroom on the left and stopping just before the queen-sized bed.
Haruka remained standing there, taking a moment to allow her eyes to travel over Michiru's curled body. The blue eyes were lightly closed and a content smile rested upon ample, undoubtedly soft lips. With a whisper, she set her seemingly fragile partner down, "Take your time to rest. I've got some thinking to do." There was a flash of white teeth before she swiftly exited the bedroom without a look back. Her keys protested being picked up again in order to lock the apartment's door. Michiru's face lit up in amusement as she heard the upbeat whistle and jangle of keys grow fainter into the hallway.