My first mission in my new 'gay' world, was to find someone to give me some
support. I desperately needed some. I mean, I could hardly by sleep now,
and life was getting to complicated with Mamoru calling 4 or 5 times a day.
It was too much to bear, really.
I knew that Michiru had tea on her patio everyday since like, the beginning of time at precisely a quarter to one. As much as I hated tea, tea time, or the mere notion of sitting stiffly at a table and making polite conversation, I needed to talk to someone. So at one thirty, I stood at the couple's home with a basket of 'croissants' (some French delicacy I've heard Michiru talk about) and a nervous (but bright!) smile.
As expected, I was ushered in by the gracious beauty and seated on the sunny patio, sipping tea from Michiru's pink and white cups.
"Michiru-San, there is something I advice on." I said softly.
"I'd be more than happy to assist you, Usagi-Chan." Said Michiru, in a thin, pleasant voice.
"Well, lately, I've. I've. I've." Oh goodness, leave it to me to forget what to say. I must have been stuttering there for about five minutes, blushing furiously at the sight of Michiru's bemused face, as she studied my expressions, trying to make out my message. Finally, I said it.
"I don't like Mamoru anymore." I said.
"Really? Why not?" Asked Michiru, without a trace of shock on her face.
"Because I don't feel that way.. about. about.."
"Him?"
"No.."
"Usagi Chan, I'm afraid I don't."
"I mean I don't feel that way about men anymore." I said, quickly interrupting her. That statement however, did bring a look of shock to her face.
"Well, well, well," She said, setting down her tea cup. "This is remarkable." I have to love Michiru. The girl is never at a loss for words. She eyed me curiously. "Did my gallant partner have anything to do with this sudden transition?" My cheeks went scarlet.
"No. no. of course not." I lied, reddening more. Michiru moved, her expression fascinated and intriguing.
"Then I wonder how you made such a decision. all by yourself." I took that comment into offense.
"I am very capable of making my own decisions." I snapped, which I instantly regretted, as this was not my home, or place to be disrespectful. Luckily, Michiru made no comment about it.
"I was merely suggesting that you had some kind of inspiration for this change. I meant not to offend, Usagi Chan." She said, bowing her head respectfully.
"I'm okay." I said, sniffing a bit. "I'm just so unsure of myself and.." A well known voice echoed in the mid afternoon.
"Michiru?" The voice called quite loudly. Michiru rolled her eyes and gave me an excuse me look, and rose from her seat.
"I'm out here." She called. A tall, gorgeous, blonde stepped out of a glass doors and before Michiru could utter a 'hello', she was swept into the strong blonde's arms and into a passionate kiss that I can only dream about. Haruka's hands held Michiru's flawless face in position as Michiru's hands ran casually through the blonde's short locks. As Haruka's hands slowly ran down to Michiru's chest, Michiru hastily broke the kiss. She blushed and looked starry eyed into Haruka's eyes. "Darling." She said, clearing her throat. "We have a guest." She motioned to me. Haruka's teal eyes registered on me.
"Good Afternoon, Koneko Chan." Said Haruka, playfully. She turned to Michiru, in a teasing way. "Now that was no reason to break our kiss. Usagi Chan doesn't mind."
"I'll say." Said Michiru with a knowing smile. Haruka looked at Michiru mystified. I smiled back at Michiru. Haruka looked at me, confused, then back at Michiru. Haruka began to make injured puppy sounds. Michiru laughed. "Should I tell her?" Michiru asked me, yet her eyes never leaving Haruka's.
"If it would help." I said. Michiru smiled and tugged at Haruka's collar, bringing her close. Michiru whispered in the blonde's ear for a second. Haruka's eyes widened, then smirked.
"Ha!" She sneered. "Very funny, Michiru."
"I'm quite serious dear." Replied Michiru. "She came all the way over here to tell me, and ask for our support." I looked hopefully at Haruka. Haruka stared at me, then Michiru. She wasn't buying it.
"I know your tricks, Michiru." Said Haruka. "You're just saying this to test me. To see if I'd flirt with her. Well I'm not buying it! You're tricking me!"
"I am not!"
"Are so!"
"Am not!"
"Are so!" This scene was hilarious. The two most sophisticated people in my life, arguing like children.
"Am not!"
"Are so!"
"Am not!"
"Are so!"
"AM NOT!"
"ARE SO!"
"Oh fine!" Said Michiru, huffing up. "How can I prove it to you?"
"I don't think you need to prove anything." Said Haruka, who then proceeded to grin at me.
"Uh, I." Said, shifting uneasily in my seat. I wasn't sure I was ready for whatever Haruka was gonna throw at me. My mouth went dry.
"Don't belittle her." Michiru protested. "She's our guest."
"I'm not belittling her." Haruka assured Michiru, as she moved closer to me. "I mean, if she really is gay, like she says, she can confirm to my little test." My eyes went to the floor. She was putting me in the spot.
"Haruka." I began.
"It's okay, Koneko Chan." Said Haruka. "I know you didn't mean to lie to Michiru and I." Haruka scoffing at me was making my anger build up. Who was she to tell me who I was, and who I wasn't? She didn't know me, and I didn't make assumptions about her. Flames shot through my eyes as I met Haruka's cocky eyes.
"What's the test.?" I finally asked in a loud, clear voice. Haruka felt my exasperation and smiled.
"Hm." She mused. She placed a hand under her chin thoughtfully. Michiru closed her eyes and muttered some curse about Haruka. "I heard that, Love," Said Haruka, finally speaking. "I have your test, Usagi. if you're woman enough to take it."
"Try me." I said confidently. Haruka pointed to her lips.
"Kiss me." I gulped. I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Kiss Haruka? In front of Michiru?
"You're joking." I began.
"Quite the contrary, Ordango." She retorted. I scowled. If I kissed Haruka, I'd be giving her exactly what she wanted. But if I didn't kiss her, she wouldn't help me. And I desperately need to prove myself to them.
"Fine." I stood shakily, and walked to Michiru. I looked into her eyes with a bashful smile. Instead of being hurt, like I thought she might have been, she wore a look of amusement.
"May I?" I asked. She closed her eyes with a coy smile, and gave a careless wave in Haruka's direction. The go sign. I turned to Haruka now. Her arrogant smile shot through my body like a tremor. Instantly, and without thinking about it, I turned my back on Haruka, took Michiru in my arms, dipped her, and kissed those perfect, pouty lips, relishing feel of Haruka watching me jealously.
I knew that Michiru had tea on her patio everyday since like, the beginning of time at precisely a quarter to one. As much as I hated tea, tea time, or the mere notion of sitting stiffly at a table and making polite conversation, I needed to talk to someone. So at one thirty, I stood at the couple's home with a basket of 'croissants' (some French delicacy I've heard Michiru talk about) and a nervous (but bright!) smile.
As expected, I was ushered in by the gracious beauty and seated on the sunny patio, sipping tea from Michiru's pink and white cups.
"Michiru-San, there is something I advice on." I said softly.
"I'd be more than happy to assist you, Usagi-Chan." Said Michiru, in a thin, pleasant voice.
"Well, lately, I've. I've. I've." Oh goodness, leave it to me to forget what to say. I must have been stuttering there for about five minutes, blushing furiously at the sight of Michiru's bemused face, as she studied my expressions, trying to make out my message. Finally, I said it.
"I don't like Mamoru anymore." I said.
"Really? Why not?" Asked Michiru, without a trace of shock on her face.
"Because I don't feel that way.. about. about.."
"Him?"
"No.."
"Usagi Chan, I'm afraid I don't."
"I mean I don't feel that way about men anymore." I said, quickly interrupting her. That statement however, did bring a look of shock to her face.
"Well, well, well," She said, setting down her tea cup. "This is remarkable." I have to love Michiru. The girl is never at a loss for words. She eyed me curiously. "Did my gallant partner have anything to do with this sudden transition?" My cheeks went scarlet.
"No. no. of course not." I lied, reddening more. Michiru moved, her expression fascinated and intriguing.
"Then I wonder how you made such a decision. all by yourself." I took that comment into offense.
"I am very capable of making my own decisions." I snapped, which I instantly regretted, as this was not my home, or place to be disrespectful. Luckily, Michiru made no comment about it.
"I was merely suggesting that you had some kind of inspiration for this change. I meant not to offend, Usagi Chan." She said, bowing her head respectfully.
"I'm okay." I said, sniffing a bit. "I'm just so unsure of myself and.." A well known voice echoed in the mid afternoon.
"Michiru?" The voice called quite loudly. Michiru rolled her eyes and gave me an excuse me look, and rose from her seat.
"I'm out here." She called. A tall, gorgeous, blonde stepped out of a glass doors and before Michiru could utter a 'hello', she was swept into the strong blonde's arms and into a passionate kiss that I can only dream about. Haruka's hands held Michiru's flawless face in position as Michiru's hands ran casually through the blonde's short locks. As Haruka's hands slowly ran down to Michiru's chest, Michiru hastily broke the kiss. She blushed and looked starry eyed into Haruka's eyes. "Darling." She said, clearing her throat. "We have a guest." She motioned to me. Haruka's teal eyes registered on me.
"Good Afternoon, Koneko Chan." Said Haruka, playfully. She turned to Michiru, in a teasing way. "Now that was no reason to break our kiss. Usagi Chan doesn't mind."
"I'll say." Said Michiru with a knowing smile. Haruka looked at Michiru mystified. I smiled back at Michiru. Haruka looked at me, confused, then back at Michiru. Haruka began to make injured puppy sounds. Michiru laughed. "Should I tell her?" Michiru asked me, yet her eyes never leaving Haruka's.
"If it would help." I said. Michiru smiled and tugged at Haruka's collar, bringing her close. Michiru whispered in the blonde's ear for a second. Haruka's eyes widened, then smirked.
"Ha!" She sneered. "Very funny, Michiru."
"I'm quite serious dear." Replied Michiru. "She came all the way over here to tell me, and ask for our support." I looked hopefully at Haruka. Haruka stared at me, then Michiru. She wasn't buying it.
"I know your tricks, Michiru." Said Haruka. "You're just saying this to test me. To see if I'd flirt with her. Well I'm not buying it! You're tricking me!"
"I am not!"
"Are so!"
"Am not!"
"Are so!" This scene was hilarious. The two most sophisticated people in my life, arguing like children.
"Am not!"
"Are so!"
"Am not!"
"Are so!"
"AM NOT!"
"ARE SO!"
"Oh fine!" Said Michiru, huffing up. "How can I prove it to you?"
"I don't think you need to prove anything." Said Haruka, who then proceeded to grin at me.
"Uh, I." Said, shifting uneasily in my seat. I wasn't sure I was ready for whatever Haruka was gonna throw at me. My mouth went dry.
"Don't belittle her." Michiru protested. "She's our guest."
"I'm not belittling her." Haruka assured Michiru, as she moved closer to me. "I mean, if she really is gay, like she says, she can confirm to my little test." My eyes went to the floor. She was putting me in the spot.
"Haruka." I began.
"It's okay, Koneko Chan." Said Haruka. "I know you didn't mean to lie to Michiru and I." Haruka scoffing at me was making my anger build up. Who was she to tell me who I was, and who I wasn't? She didn't know me, and I didn't make assumptions about her. Flames shot through my eyes as I met Haruka's cocky eyes.
"What's the test.?" I finally asked in a loud, clear voice. Haruka felt my exasperation and smiled.
"Hm." She mused. She placed a hand under her chin thoughtfully. Michiru closed her eyes and muttered some curse about Haruka. "I heard that, Love," Said Haruka, finally speaking. "I have your test, Usagi. if you're woman enough to take it."
"Try me." I said confidently. Haruka pointed to her lips.
"Kiss me." I gulped. I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Kiss Haruka? In front of Michiru?
"You're joking." I began.
"Quite the contrary, Ordango." She retorted. I scowled. If I kissed Haruka, I'd be giving her exactly what she wanted. But if I didn't kiss her, she wouldn't help me. And I desperately need to prove myself to them.
"Fine." I stood shakily, and walked to Michiru. I looked into her eyes with a bashful smile. Instead of being hurt, like I thought she might have been, she wore a look of amusement.
"May I?" I asked. She closed her eyes with a coy smile, and gave a careless wave in Haruka's direction. The go sign. I turned to Haruka now. Her arrogant smile shot through my body like a tremor. Instantly, and without thinking about it, I turned my back on Haruka, took Michiru in my arms, dipped her, and kissed those perfect, pouty lips, relishing feel of Haruka watching me jealously.