AU

R&R


I'm Not Her Type?!


She diligently removed small pieces of kernels off of her sandy hair without any hint of either frustration or anger about the situation. I stiffened at the corner, watching her as regret started crawling into my system.

She shook her head then brushed the remaining kernels off from her clothes. She then faced me and pondered, "I still don't get it."

I furrowed my brows and pouted, "Sorry. I really am."

"It's okay." She laughed then waved. "Just wondering, you know."

"I told you, I got surprised." I explained and put up my most charming smile.

Haruka squinted. Aside from being skeptical, another thing that makes this blonde different is that she's completely unyielding. Mostly, my answer would be the end of it or my smile would simply let the memory of what happened completely erased. But somehow, she still managed to raise that eyebrow of hers and ask dubiously, "Really? At that scene?"

And what makes it even more frustrating is she's really eager to know why. She fixated her teal eyes at me, a bit intensely, and waited.

I kept a straight face and answered. "Yes. Am I not allowed to get surprised?"

"You are but…"

-flashback-

Michiru took a glimpse at her roommate from time to time. Haruka was quietly enjoying the movie before them which quickly placed a grin across Michiru's lips.

The smaller woman breathed deeply, gripping the tumbler of popcorn tighter. She looked back at the screen and in a count of three, Michiru loudly screamed and deliberately spilled the popcorn all over Haruka.

The people inside propped from the seat and quickly looked at Michiru. The smaller woman held her apologetic smile up which easily had her forgiven in no time as they all went back to watch the movie. Haruka on the other hand still kept her confused stare towards her then back on the screen and so forth.

-end of flashback-

"but… it's a dramatic movie."

I know it's a dramatic movie, Haruka! Don't you think I'm not laughing at myself at the lame excuse?! I was trying to be clumsy, you idiot! You should be attracted to me not turn into an interrogator! God, you're so dense!

.. How I wish I could voice all of that.

"I know but the dog suddenly fell. I thought the dog was going to die." I said, worriedly.

I know for a fact how stupid that sounded but that's as far as I could remember from the scene before I screamed and spilled the popcorn all over her.

"Off the bed? How was that going to kill the dog?"

Why can't you just stop asking? Will it kill you to stop? Haruka, will it huh?

Badly, I wanted to tell her this thoughts but I had to stand up from the lame excuse I blurted out.

I definitely have to respond but it had to be something that wouldn't make Haruka press anything further.

"Anything is possible!" I fumed. Haruka bolted and went insanely silent. Yes, fuming does work in a mysterious ways… well only for a couple of seconds.

Haruka finally let out a soft chuckle. "Hai. Hai."

My image was already shattered from screaming inside the movie house and now she's pulverizing the remaining pieces. Why did I even choose that movie? Why didn't I even think first before doing it? I wonder if my brain is still working…

"Hey." She called out. I snapped and looked ahead. She had her eyes locked on me with a gentle smile up, hands in pocket. "Why don't we eat?"

"Sure."

I went silent after that. I didn't know if my plan did work or not. If she was attracted to me by now or just being too friendly.

But then again, she did smile gently at me.

So maybe my plan did work. I'm not being presumptuous or anything but she wouldn't be smiling that way if it didn't. Or maybe I'm just thinking way too much. I could just hear Aoi agreeing to this.

I sighed. I don't like this. Haruka is really hard to read. With that smile on her face, it only gives me the idea that she really does like clumsy girls and was not kidding back then. If I keep this clumsy façade up, Haruka would definitely like me. But that wouldn't be the real me anymore, that's the clumsy Michiru she would be liking and not the real Michiru.

Then again, the only reason I'm doing this is to be her type, and the clumsy Michiru would be her type. If that's the case, why am I even thinking about this?

Is it?

Do I-…

Do I want Haruka to like the real me?

No. I laughed from the inside. That's not possible. That's just absurd. Why would I want that? There's no way. I couldn't possibly want that. It's just ridiculous.

'Then why are you stuttering?'

Damn it, Aoi! Get out of my mind!

"Michiru." Her voice penetrated my ears. I instantly looked up and raise my brows. "Are you alright?" she asked.

I nodded. "I'm fine. Why did you asked?"

"You seem awfully silent." She remarked. "Did I do something wrong?" sounding worried more than I could possibly imagine. And it was sweet and cute.

I shook my head and warmly smiled. "You didn't do anything."

You really didn't do anything at all, Haruka. I wish you had, but you didn't. That's what makes it frustrating. You're not even giving me any hints. You could at least help me here, you know. Show me some signs if you're starting to like me. I could settle for any subtle signs as long as there are.

She exhaled deeply out. "Great. That's the last thing I ever want to do."

Wait. Did I hear her just right? Don't tell me-

"I don't want any friends of mine hate me." She added.

Friends? And when I was finally inflating my ego back on, she just pulled out a pin and burst it once again. She just had to pull that F word even though I wasn't asking. Just great, Haruka. Just great. Fitting in fact.

I grunted all to myself. A good way to motivate me even further!

"What do you want to do after this?" she asked after sipping her coke.

I grabbed the bottle of ketchup and removed the cap. "I'm up for anything."

Alright, time to put plan two into action.

I smiled cheekily. Friends, eh? I don't think you'll be thinking the same thing after I show you how lovable I can be, Haruka. You want clumsy, you'll have clumsy. Lots and lots of it.

"I was thinking maybe we could go-…." Haruka began talking again which of course I don't have any clue of as to what it is. I was too busy analyzing how I would put my plan two into action. It's not easy to be clumsy. It really does ask a lot from me, pride and self-respect included.

I turned the bottle of ketchup upside down and shook it rigorously.

"or we could do some-…"

With another rigorous shaking, the ketchup came spilling across the table and splatter all over her white with black striped dress shirt.

I looked at the stain in horror… well from the outside that is. My mind was just patting me on the back with this really big grin vastly spreading across my face like a really bad acne.

Haruka quickly stood up and grabbed the remaining tissue from the table.

"I'm so sorry!" I apologized, my mind bursting out in laughter. I could win an award for this.

"It's okay." Haruka replied as she wiped the stain off with the napkin. I tried to help which really is a codename for messing things more, but Haruka waved her hand and smiled, "It's okay. I got this. Try checking if you got it in you as well."

That would be impossible. At that angle, only you Haruka would have that ketchup stain. But still I had to act as if I didn't do it on purpose. I looked down and checked my clothes for any related ketchup stain on me. I averted my gaze back at Haruka and shook my head."I don't have any on me."

"Good. It seems like I'm a magnet for this kind of situations." She laughed.

I tried to apologize once again but Haruka waved a hand and smiled. It's weird but somehow her smile managed to take control over my body. I sat properly back on the chair without saying a word.

When I thought I couldn't get more confused, Haruka walked towards my sit and sat right beside me.

My body froze as my eyes bolted out in surprise, "Wha- What- What are you doing?" I stammered.

"Sitting beside you." She said, pulling her plate over to her side.

I could guess that much, Haruka! I'm trying to be clumsy not stupid. I want know why.

"Wh-Why?"

I was only expecting you to say how clumsy I was and how you find it cute not ambush me by sitting beside me. Am I not that clumsy enough?

She stared at me and cheekily smiled, "To escape another "ketchup spillover" accident."

For the whole duration that we were eating, I was insanely silent. It felt so maddeningly nerve-wrecking to sit beside her. I sat beside her in the movie house, yes, but that's different. The lights were closed back there at the movie house so there's no way she saw how I reacted whenever her arm brushed up against mine. But since it was fully bright at where we ate, it made a whole lot of difference. So the whole time we were indulging our meal, I kept my distance as much as possible and fixated my eyes on the food. It was indeed weird and suspicious but I just hope she didn't catch any of it.

"Is it okay if we walk through the park before we go home?" she asked.

"That would be nice." I returned.

The walk was maddeningly silent. It's just like a parade of mime, silent and unfunny. Everytime Haruka did or said something unexpected, I always end up getting insanely silent. Why? Why? Why? I don't know why! But what I do know is that I've never been like this before.

The silent atmosphere kept thickening each passing second. I don't know what is running through her mind but I do know what's running through mine, which also had been in there for the past weeks now. How to get the dense blonde to like me!

I was struggling whether or not do my ultimate plan and just purposely slip in front of her. I even wore a skirt to add charm to it. But I just couldn't find the right time to just slip and fell. Damn it, Michiru! Break this awkward silence! Slip, slip for the celebration of noise!

"Michiru…" She called out. "Did I-…" She tried to look at me but stared away.

"Is everything alright?" I asked.

"I was thinking the same thing with you."

"With me? Why?"

"You've been silent all this time. Did I do anything to make you uncomfortable?" she asked in concern. I wanted to speak out but she cut me off. "If it's about me sitting beside you, I'm sorry. I wasn't really thinking at that time, okay maybe I have but for the sake of my dress shirt. Okay not really. I thought that sitting beside you would get you to talk but it got you more silent. So that wasn't good. If this is about me teasing, I'm sorry again. I could really be-…"

Is she stammering? I smiled. She is.

I couldn't quite get it, I never liked it when people stutter while they talk but with Haruka somehow it's different. It's surprisingly different.

"Haruka." I called, raising my voice up. She stopped.

"Finally." I sighed. "It's okay. I'm not mad and you didn't make me uncomfortable."

She opened her mouth to voice something out but I raced her to it. "or anything related for that matter."

She chuckled. "Aren't you going to ask me if I'm angry?"

"Are you angry?" I asked jokingly, giggles in between.

"Yes." She replied sternly.

I stopped from giggling and looked seriously at her, "Wait-… Are you serious? You're not really mad at me right?" Look at me stuttering. I must sound really dumb right now. But hey isn't that what aiming for in the beginning? Now, that's ironically funny.

"Is it because of the popcorn? The ketchup? I promise to buy you a new one. It not like it has a sentimental-…" I stopped midway when I caught up to her intense gaze. "Okay it has a sentimental meaning, but I'll wash your shirt for you! I cou…"

As soon as her laughter filled the air, I stopped and hit her across the arm. "That's not funny you know"

"It was. You should've seen you face."

I pull a tongue out to her.

She laughed. "It's cute though."

I stopped and I could swear my eyes just got wider, hopefully my jaw not hitting the concrete pavement. But if it did, now that's a facial reaction I want to see.

"I've never seen this kind reaction from you. So it's kind of rewarding at the same time." She added.

"Really?" I mused, cockiness leaking out of body. "You should be grateful then to be with me tonight."

I never thought her eyes could get any gentler, but it did, as she smiled at me and answered, "I am."

For a moment, I couldn't say anything. The tone of her voice caught me off guard. Still, I couldn't quite put a finger on the emotion in her voice. Compassion? Admiration? Attraction? Something of each all rolled into one? Or that she really liked to joke around.

But for the mean time, I had no clue. Still I had to respond. So, I settled with an arrogant retort instead. "You should be. Only a handful of people could get to spend a day out with me."

She smiled and kept her intense gaze straightly at me.

I stared away but not much to cause another awkward silence, and shifted our conversation to another topic… or the first idea that popped into my mind.

I looked around and saw endless aisle of Cherry blossom trees ahead of us, and different lanterns hanging around the area.

"Why did we walk through here anyway?" I asked.

"Hanami."

"Flower viewing? It's night already, shouldn't that be yozakura?"

"I liked saying hanami more."

"You just didn't know yozakura, did you?"

"That maybe."

I giggled.

Haruka walked over an empty bench and sat. She extended her arms and invited me over. I followed and sat beside her, enough distance not to let her arm brush against mine.

"I just love looking at the cherry blossoms." She breathed deeply, exhaling a contented smile out. "I love Hanami!"

I looked up and smile, "This is my first time. My parents never brought me out unless it's academically related."

"Not even once?"

"Not even once." I could tell Haruka is worriedly looking at me."You don't have to be sorry." I giggled.

"I'm not." She spat. I raised a brow. "Okay maybe a little. My mom was the one who first brought me here and even though every year it's still the same cherry blossoms, it always leaves me wanting to visit again."

"That's some insight." I teased.

"Seriously it does. Isn't that how it's supposed to be? When you see something beautiful, you'll always left wanting more."

"Really? I didn't know." I mused, hiding any hint of mockery in my voice. Really now, Haruka? You tell me this. If you know this law, why aren't you left wanting more of me?

"Isn't love like that?"

I snapped as soon as I heard love tumbling out of Haruka's mouth. "Love?"

"Yes. Don't you have one?"

Let's see, hmm… I can't think of any because I don't have one. You want to know why, Haruka? Because for the past weeks my mind is just full of you and my desire of wanting to be your god damn type!

"I can't think of any." I smiled politely.

"Have you fallen in love before?"

I have. When I first received my gold medal, I could feel my heart race a thousand beat in a mere second. When my mom bought me my first violin, my knees definitely trembled. That's love right?

"Maybe." I replied. "Have you?" okay, this is it. The moment of truth. If she had, I should definitely know who. And I'll compare what that woman and I differ from one another, what this blonde woman's real type is.

"Maybe." She answered, smiling slyly.

Maybe? That wouldn't help me at all! What kind of an answer is that? Such a safe reply that is!

I sighed. I really want to protest over her answer, but that would be weird. Besides who am I to protest. I answered her question exactly the same way. Still there's an aching feeling in me that wanted to know what… what she wants to feel…

"Then what is it" I mumbled out.

"What is what?"

"I mean what is it you want to feel to know exactly that you're in love?"

"I don't know." She shrugged.

"That answer is not really working for me."

She laughed then her eyes drifted off to the sky. "I guess… I want something that could make my heart ache every time I look at that person, you know?" as her eyes earnestly looked back at me.

I shook my head. I don't.

"I mean this feeling like you heart is being squeezed tightly, that kind of feeling. And yet no matter how painful that aching feeling is, I still can't stop staring."

"Isn't that being a bit masochist? Besides, why that kind of feeling?"

Haruka's face softened, she smiled gentler than usual, "Because that's the only time I could feel that my heart exist."

I really didn't know how to respond to that. So, I put out an awkward smile and whispered, "Hmm."

There was an awkward silence between us after that. There was ultimately a lot of word bubbling around my throat but as soon as I tried to voice them all out, a sigh came out instead.

Damn it! Why is my heart beating this damn fast?

"This park sure has lot of couples around this time." Haruka pondered, looking around.

I followed and mused, "Yeah. Maybe we even look like one." I blurted out.

I bolted and looked quickly back at Haruka who looked awfully surprised as I was. "No. No. I didn't mean it that way. It's just because couple means two and there's just the two of us, not that I'm saying we are but that would probably what it looks like. Not that I want us to be and it's just that that-…"

She burst out laughing. "I get it. You don't have to be all panicky about it."

I smiled forcefully out. How stupid did I just sound? Damn it! That training with Tomo combined clumsiness and stupidity together.

"It's getting late. Let's go home. Shall we?"

I tried to voice a 'yes' but ended up nodding instead.

The walk back home was different. We talked a lot more and I never thought this could happen but I enjoyed being around her a lot more than I expected. I can't stop laughing in every conversation and not only that, when it comes to serious topics, her opinions all made sense. We didn't agree on most part but that's the beauty of it, it made the conversation even more interesting.

"We're here." I stared into her green orbs then around us. We were already standing in the outside our dorm room. I got so indulged at our conversation I didn't even notice I was already back to our dorm. I wonder how I got safely back home. I didn't even notice walking up the stairs.

"Yes, we're here." I sighed. "Well, I really had a great time." Then smiled appreciatively back at her.

"I had a great time as well." She replied before smirking. "setting aside kernels and ketchup."

I pouted, cutely. "I told you I was sorry." I wonder why. Cutely? Was I flirting with her? Nah… that's just not happening. "I didn't mean to be clumsy. It wasn't really like me, you know."

"Yeah, it wasn't." She teased. "But it was cute though." then smiled which somehow began to look strikingly appealing.

As soon as I tried to playfully hit Haruka, she started leaning in. My mind froze and all I could do was close my eyes and wait for her lips to burn on my own. Slowly, I felt the warm sensation of her lips. They were incredibly soft, sweet and enticing.

"Uhm Michiru."

How could she possibly speak when our lips are tightly locked in kissing…

"Michiru.. you're blocking the door…"

I snapped and shook my head. "Ah yes. Sorry about that. I suddenly felt my head aching."

Was I-… wait Did I-… Did I just imagined about kissing Haruka?

That probably is. That explains why she's still standing there in front of me, with no trail of my lipstick around her lips.

"It's okay. You're probably tired."

I nodded. Yes I'm definitely tired. Dead tired to hallucinate what happened earlier.

The door swung open and I immediately went to my bed and hid my face from the earlier embarrassment.

-x0x-

-Next day-

"I heard what you did! You asked Haruka out." Aoi proudly announced her new found information.

I sighed. "I did."

"So did you finally got to be her type?" she asked excitedly as she took a sit in front of me.

I sighed once again. "No. I just don't know what to do anymore."

"Wait? What? You spent a day with her and your charm didn't work?"

"Yes! I just don't know anymore. I deliberately acted surprised at a dramatic movie and spilled the popcorn all over her then I spilled the ketchup on her while we were eating."

She laughed and gave me thumbs up. I glared which prompted her to stop from laughing and placing her hands back on the table. She then asked, "And none of that worked?"

"Is my smile showing?" I sarcastically replied back. Of course it didn't work. Why else would be looking this troubled.

"Okay, a bit rude but we're friends." She whistled, rolling her eyes. "So you didn't enjoy your day out with her."

"I did." I quickly replied.

"Okay, just reminding you we're not in word race game here."

I made a face which Aoi put her tongue out. I continued, "I did enjoy my time with her. She was something." I sighed. "I had the best time. She was really funny and sweet. She's also nice and-…"

"NO!" Aoi gasped cutting me off from speaking. She quickly stood up from the chair and pointed her finger at me as if I had done something unlawful. "I know that look! You've got that look! Don't tell me?!"

"What? Look? Tell you what?!"

She leaned in and whisper, "You're in love! In fact you've fallen for your target!"

I felt my mouth hitting the floor. I hastily stood up and returned, "I am not!"

"You are! You've got this icky lovey dovey look in your eyes and those sighs. BLEHH!" shuddering from what she just said.

"That's ridiculous! I'm not in love with her." I waved, and laughed half heartedly, trying to convince her and somehow even myself.

Aoi squinted her eyes which I matched perfectly with mine. She looked at me for another second before settling back on the chair. "Alright. If you say so."

"I am not in love."

"Yeah well whatever." She waved which annoyed the hell out of me. I grunted before settling back on the chair.

"If being clumsy didn't work, why don't you just make her jealous, Michiru?" Aoi suggested. "I mean if she gets jealous, that would only mean she likes you."

I scoffed, "I can't do that. I won't make her jealous. That's lame."

"And trying to be clumsy was what again?" she quickly returned

"You're not helping here."

"Just saying. And if you're willing to listen, I've got a lot more."

"Well, unfortunately for you, I'm going to the restroom. Fortunately for me, I don't have to listen to it anymore." I said as I walked over to the door, bidding my friend with another tongue out.

Making someone jealous is the stupidest thing one could ever do. It's just so immature. How could I possibly do such a shameless thing? It's really out of the question. I just wouldn't do it.

As I was walking through the hallway, a strand of blonde hair caught my attention. I walked my way towards it and soon found Haruka happily conversing with another girl.

I could feel something suddenly lurking inside of me. I don't know what it is, but I didn't like the feeling. I gripped my hand tighter and walked my way over them.

"Haruka." I called out. Both turned around and surprisingly the girl was none other than Rei Hino. You sly vixen! I did your homework!

"Michiru." My tall blonde roommate welcomed with a smile.

Rei looked in horror at me and was quick enough to bid Haruka goodbye. An in another second she was nowhere in sight.

"Do you have a minute?" I asked

"Yeah. What is it?"

-x0x-

I walked back to my classroom and slump on my chair. Aoi was enough to notice the change in my mood, and was fast to get in front of me and asked,

"What's wrong this time?"

I sighed grudgingly. "I don't have any pride anymore."

"Okay, it's not like you still have after yesterday."

"I took your advice." I added

"Wait. What?"

"I told her I'm going out on a date with Seiya." I said in details, drawing circled on the table with my finger.

"Wow."

"I know. I'm really shameless."

"No. Wow, my girl is finally growing up." Aoi happily replied, hugging me tightly around her arms.

"Do you think it'll work?"

"Oh Michiru, it'll work." Aoi wickedly grin, looking at distant space.


I know I said two shots but I just couldn't squeeze it into two, so maybe three.

and I'm having troubles ending three days, so do expect my update on better together by wednesday. Sorry for the late update. Troubles in Univ. and specially in family.

Sorry for the crappy chap. Please tell me if there are any mistakes. I'm really tired. I wans't planning to update this since I've got a lot at hand but since I promised, I did.

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