Hi, I'm an italian fourteen year old girl and I decided to translate my story. This is the first fan fiction I write, so have mercy ... it was born by a comic idea, obviously inspired by Haruka, but I hope that this story maintains at least a bit of that suspense, romance and adventure which make the manga unsurpassed.
I hope you like it ...
So, have a nice reading and sorry for the translation mistakes ;)
P. S. The reviews are welcome, help me to improve!
THE PARALLEL WORLD… what would have happened if Haruka had not been lesbian?
Prologue. The reflection in the rain
Real world
It was a rainy night, the steady ticking of the drops was cradling her in her long wait. She was staring at the drops that clouded her vitreous reflection on the window. Michiru closed her eyes, while the voice of Haruka was slipping back into his thoughts: "Don't worry, I'll be away a short time." A surge of anger mixed with concern ascended her stomach, she clenched her fists.
She gave herself the stupid, after all she has to be used to this, it wasn't the first time that Haruka delayed to come back.
"Do you really prefer a ride to me?" she thought disconsolate. Haruka was built this way, always in constant search of strong emotions, adrenaline able to give a boost to her life, Michiru already knew, but couldn't help to feel that sort of angry melancholy.
She opened her eyes, returning to stare at his worried face in the glass. She sighed, stroking resigned, the contours of her tired image.
For a moment thought she saw something else, a new reflection confused in the rain. It was strange, she hadn't heard her come, but she should be ...
"Haruka ..." she had her name on her lips, but something stopped her in pronouncing it ... it was her, but her face had something unusual, different, as if that wasn't owned reflex to Haruka she knew.
That was the premonition of impending disaster? Restless, laid a trembling hand on the glass, just on that picture ... she felt it so close, yet light years away, as if it came from another reality ...
Bam! The door opened suddenly, Michiru turned frightened.
- Why that look? You shouldn't worry, it makes you wrinkles! - exclaimed Haruka hurrying to close the door more gently.
- Haruka! - cried Michiru surprised.
- Don't you expect me? - asked Haruka putting his helmet on the coat - You have no idea what traffic ... I was afraid to stay on the street eternally – complained, putting away the biker jacket.
- Mm - Michiru nodded absently, throwing a look thoughtfully at the window again, the reflection was gone ...
- Are you all right? - asked Haruka coming behind her – Don't tell me again that you believed I wouldn't come back? - she whispered in her ear softly.
- No, I thought I saw something in the rain, an omen - Michiru muttered, shaking his head to clear those unnecessary distress.
- What nonsense! Don't you think that if our enemies had wanted to attack, your mirror would have said this to you ? - the expression of Haruka became sullen.
- Take it easy, I'm here now - she assured her shoulders enveloping them.
- Maybe ... I will have only imagined - Michiru smiled indulging in the girl's arms , though a veil had left in her eyes, her gaze still flowed between the drops on the window, searching for the mysterious appearance.
