"Yo, Tenoh! Is that you?" Satoshi rushed to a blonde-haired figure in a school suit that came out of Cafe Amor.
The familiar giddy shout brought the blonde prodigy out of her auto-pilot empty thoughts and made her face his also blonde childhood friend.
"I wish it wasn't me," she said sarcastically with her usual charming smile in place.
"Don't give me that cheap smile Tenoh, I'm not one of your girly flirt victims," Satoshi mocking said in a high-pitched voice. "So... how was your night? Hint, hint."
Haruka sighed. She really wasn't ready to tell him the in's and out's of sex between two women. It was way too early.
"Fine, fine. Keep all the juicy details to yourself. Geez, I would have been happy if I ever got any as easily as you. Nevermind that, did you study for the organic chemistry test today?"
"Yeah, I did." 'Liar.'
"You know, if you're gonna lie, you should at least do a good job of it."
"Then why did you ask?"
"Just wondering if you're still on planet Earth. I mean, you've been so out of it lately."
"I'm fine, really I am."
"Whatever you say bro... See you later in gym. I really don't want to be crushed by your fan base later."
She chuckled at his dry humor.
Tenoh Haruka. Age: 18. Blood type: B. Gender: Male. Talents: Track and Field, Car Racing, Piano, all subjects excluding Modern Japanese. Degrees Held: 2 Ph. D's from Princeton and John Hopkins, 1 in Bioinformatics, 1 in Robotics. Upcoming Degrees: Pharmacology and Musicianship. Status: Senior. Breeding: 2nd child of Alexander and Yumi Tenoh of Tenoh Medical Supplies, Corp. Heritage: 25 British, 75 Japanese, born in Great Britain
A crowd of skirts can be seen ten blocks away, their signs of "I Love Haruka" can be read ten blocks away and as for their screams, well, you can guess. Their vision is beyond 20/20 when it came to their idol. The other group, composed of mostly pants and ties screamed for another piece of work: Kaioh Michiru.
Kaioh Michiru. Age: 18. Blood Type: O. Gender: Female. Talents: Violin, Painting, Sketching, all subjects. Degrees Held: 2 Ph. D's from Harvard and Berkeley, 1 in Biochemistry, 1 in Nanotechnology. Upcoming Degrees: Pharmacology and Musicianship. Status: Senior. Breeding: 2nd child of Pierre and Youko Kaioh of Kaioh Medical Instruments, Corp. Heritage: 25 French, 75 Japanese, born in Great Britain.
As the two walking piece of art and perfection walked side by side toward the main entrance of Mugen Academy, they stopped, acknowledged each other's presence, walked by the cheering crowd with grace, poise and charm, and headed in different directions to their classes.
Tenoh Medical Supplies, Corp. and Kaioh Medical Instruments, Corp. are the top in their field, rich beyond belief, and always at each other's throats. Not only because of their proud British VS French attitude, they are international renown from almost every hospital's supplies. Insanely rich doesn't even begin to cover it. Their rivalry goes beyond to the point of obsession, such as educating their kids sly maneuvering in each other's business, spying, bribing, and the glory of their corporate empire. While Haruka's and Michiru's siblings learned the intricate details of plotting, they stood on the sidelines pretending to be interested when they were really disgusted by their families' displays of human decency. They kept their hate for each other and openly showed their smugness and rivalry while they hoped for a way out of this endless cycle.
They would always see each other at the beach, alone in their own thoughts, just simply staring out the sea. They nod heads when they see each other but a word never transpired between them at their secret haven. They leave each other without a gesture of farewell. They didn't, no, they couldn't care about each other since it was forbidden. They were the poster children of their families and therefore, under public scrutiny at all times. They were obedient to their parents' wills so they never bothered with one another.
After her enjoyable gym period, Michiru whipped her stray hair from bright blue eyes while the boys ogled after her trail. She arrived in her organic chemistry class early for the sake of some time to herself before coming back to reality. She let her thoughts wonder to her latest composition, letting each note run through her head repeatedly. But for some reason, she felt incomplete and dissatisfied as she does with all her compositions lately. To those who heard it, it was perfection but Michiru knew they were all lacking something: a note, a slur, a crescendo, or perhaps a human touch?
Then the lecture hall door slid open. Michiru was brought back to her despised reality and darted her eyes to her watch. 'There's thirty more minutes until class. Who could it be? The janitor?'
A mass of blonde stumbled into the room with horror written all over his face. 'Oh my God, it's the first day of class and I'm already late! There's not a single person left!' "Crap, I shouldn't have slept on that tree branch after all." Haruka looked at her plain sports watch and checked her schedule listing only to find that she is half an hour early and sighed in relief.
Michiru suppressed her giggling at the usually composed Haruka in amusement in her secret seat at the very back of the large auditorium. 'Now this is something you don't see everyday...'
Michiru had always respected Haruka for his talents, achievements, and character, which is evidenced by his plain yet stylish choice of clothing and his humility as evidenced by his twenty dollar sports watch in the place of a Rolex or Omega, with the exception of his cars.
Haruka ran a hand through her tousled hair and peered around, making sure not a living was in the room. She closed the door quietly, not wanting to attract attention to people in the halls, and walked up the stage to the conveniently placed grand piano. Rich, private schools had its perks. Haruka's actions now had the beauty's interests peaked. Haruka made sure the lid was only opened halfway so no one outside the room can hear her since alone time with herself was rare these days.
'Well, well. I'm getting a private and once in a lifetime performance from Haruka Tenoh. This is really rare.'
Though Haruka was infamous for her incomparable skills as a pianist, only a handful of people had heard her play. She mainly stuck to sports and motors.
Nimble fingers flickered and toyed with the ivory keys for adjustment. Then, the melody began to flow as if Orpheus himself descended from the heavens. All her shy frustrations and anger in her life were poured into this unnamed, yet sweet emotional piece.
"Wow," was all she could shockingly and breathtakingly whisper from her seat. Engrossed in the emotions of the music, Michiru's instinct took over and began to open her violin case. She gently joined in flawlessly with the same intensity and helplessness as Haruka.
Emerald eyes opened slowly, questioning if her ears were deceiving her. She moved her gaze to her family rival and smiled sadly at their mutual twisted fate and suffering. For a moment, the decision of whether or not raged in her mind. But today, they will both leave reality for a moment and forget all the obstacles and pain they shared and just for a moment in time, indulge in music, together...