--Chapter Two--
"Alright. I think that's the last of it. Thanks, guys."
Haruka thanked the movers and took the key from the older gentleman. Releasing a sigh of relief, the young blond plopped onto a navy blue sofa. A slender hand reached up and combed fingers through the sandy hair. It had taken all day but the moving was finished. Haruka could finally relax. Azure eyes looked out the balcony at the setting sun then closed slowly, as Haruka relaxed. Thoughts turned to that of the young neighbor.
"Kaiou Michiru..."
Haruka said her name aloud softly. Michiru seemed like a dream, too good to be real. She was real though. Haruka could smell the scent of the sea all around that woman. The young blond could still hear that soft voice. There was something about this woman. When azure eyes opened once more, it was black as pitch in the apartment. Haruka stood and turned on a light. Upon glancing at the clock, the young blond realized it was the middle of the night.
"I must have fallen asleep. Well I'm awake now. I think I'll go for a walk."
Haruka went into the bedroom and changed. Azure eyes turned their attention to a mirror. Tan slacks draped just a little bit over bare feet. Haruka rolled up the sleeves of a white button-up dress shirt. The top two buttons were unbuttoned. The shirt itself was slightly loose, yet snug enough to reveal the shape of Haruka's breasts. Haruka chuckled to herself, wondering if she had fooled the young women.
"They probably think I'm a guy, like everyone always does."
With that Haruka grabbed her keys and headed out the door barefoot. The beach was right behind the building so Haruka walked around and followed the beach. She put her hands in her pockets as she walked. The young blond smiled as the sea breeze tossed her hair about. She could smell the salty sea all around her. It reminded her of Michiru once more. Haruka chuckled as she thought to herself. She would have to get to know this Michiru. Her thoughts were interrupted as the faint sound of a violin reached her ears. Haruka continued to walk along the beach. After a little while, she spotted a figure in the distance. As she got closer, she saw that it was Michiru, dancing in the waves as she played her violin. Haruka stopped a few feet away, watching the young violinist, in awe. The ocean water sparkled as Michiru kicked up sprays. Haruka watched as beautiful sea green hair danced around that beautiful face. Who was this woman?