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Michiru slowly opened her eyes. The headache had subsided but the dizziness attacked her when she was trying to get up.

Where is this?

Michiru looked around the room she was in. The place was a normal bedroom full of formula one posters and the other racing cars. She noticed she had changed clothes. The white shirt wasn't hers. They were too big to fit on her body. Michiru blinked, trying to remember what had happened to her.

I was visiting the quarter… it was raining then… my hairpin! Onii-chan's hairpin!

She dug inside her pocket then stopped when her fingertips touched the green hairpin. She relieved a sigh.

"I thought I'd lose it. Ah, right! What time is it?!" The aquanette woman glanced at the time. 11.00 pm. Michiru jumped out of the bed and ran to the window. It was already dark. She went looking for her cell phone. Someone must be worried about her. She should've showed up on her birthday party tonight.

42 missed calls and 101 messages.

"Great!" Michiru opened the history call, noticing the caller mosly came from Setsuna. The older woman must've been mad at her for disappearing.

The door opened, followed by husky voice greeting her.

"… you wake up,"

Michiru was busy typing text to reply Setsuna. She didn't look up to the person who just walked in.

"Ah, yes… wait a minute." The aquanette woman gestured the person to wait.

"Okay."

Michiru looked up. Suddenly she realized what… who was standing there. The tall figure wrapped beneath the high school uniform, sandy blonde hair, the gentle eyes…

Onii-chan.

"Can I speak now?" The blonde asked.

Michiru still in her stunned mode, her body froze like her heart had stopped beating even she forgot how to take a breath.

That's it. I must be dead…. Or else, onii-chan couldn't be here right now, speaking to me. Impossible.

"Miss? Are you okay? Did you hit your head or something?" The blonde frowned.

"You were passed out on the street this afternoon. I couldn't just leave you there, so I took you here. This is my apartment." The husky voice explained. When it didn't get any respond from the woman in front of her, the blonde suddenly worried.

"Miss, I'm talking to you. Can you at least nod or something?"

Michiru finally nodded.

"Great." The blonde sighed a relief.

"Am I dead?" Michiru blurted out of the blue.

"What?"

"Then this must be a dream." The aquanette's mind was processing the whole situation. "Can I touch you?" The violinist asked the blonde.

Not waiting the answer, she jumped on the blonde.

"Ah, hey!" The blonde unable to maintain the weight on her, they both fell on the bed while Michiru was on top.

"… I miss you." Michiru whispered.

The blonde caught sadness and deep sorrow in another woman's voice.

"You have no idea how much I've been missing you…" Michiru couldn't hold her tears, she buried her face on the blonde's chest then her cry broke.

The blonde didn't even dare to move an inch.

Michiru stopped the crying after awhile. She noticed something.

"Onii-chan… what are these?" The violinist pointed out something around the blonde's chest.

The blonde stayed quiet.

"Don't say these are…" To make sure, Michiru groped them with her own hands.

The blonde automatically let out a stifle moan. The voice made both of them blushed deeply.

Michiru's jaw dropped when she knew her suspicion was right.

"Why you have these things?!" The aquanette screamed. She was between confused, shocked, and freaked out.

"Isn't it obvious?!" The blonde snapped. "I AM A WOMAN!" In this situation the blonde also had every right to snap and freak out.

"Put your hands off me! You should have a good reason for doing that…" The blonde pushed Michiru away with her face blushed deep red like a tomato.

Michiru's face fell. She stunned for the second time. The person before her was not her onii-chan.

"You aren't onii-chan?"

"LIKE HELL I AM! I swear, if you aren't suffering from any mental disease and brain damage…" The blonde was loss in words, she didn't know what to say and how to do in situation like this. She wouldn't help any woman from the street anymore.

The blonde watched as the woman's expression changed from confuse back to grim again.

"Not only she's crazy, delusional woman with mental problem…but weepy too?" She murmured while her inner self was battling about what she was going to do next.

"Hey… look at me… I don't know you, okay? We met this afternoon and you were passed out on my arms… Miss? Are you with me?"

Michiru nodded weakly. At least she was able to look at her favorite face.

"… Your name. What's your name?" Michiru grabbed the blonde's arm tightly while looking straight to the pair of eyes.

The blonde heard the question more like a desperate plea. She didn't have choice but to answer.

"Haruka. Tenoh Haruka." the blonde retreated from her room.

Haruka's POV

That was a reckless action to bring the woman with her. I should've just leave her there, surely somebody else would've helped her instead of me. Now there is a delusional woman inside my room and I don't know what to do about it.

Whatever it is, I have to get rid of her… why bad things always happening on me?

I walked to the kitchen and took out a bottle of water some refrigerator.

Ah, I forget I have this…

The violinist decided to come out and talked with the blonde girl. At least she would apologize and then went home. Michiru halted her step as she spotted the blonde in the kitchen. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath.

She is not Haruka… though her face, her name, and all of her are the same with him… in top of that, she is a girl.

"… Tenoh-san?"

Haruka looked at the older woman. She closed the refrigerator while holding something.

"Just call me Haruka. I'm not my old man…" She talked with despising tone.

That makes it harder for me, you know.

"… I'm Michiru. Kaioh Michiru. Then you should just call me Michiru."

"Okay… Now you are talking like a normal person." Haruka shrugged. She was surprised knowing Michiru wasn't that crazy if she talked like a normal girl.

"It's just misunderstanding…" Michiru felt hot suddenly. Minutes ago she thought the person was her onii-chan. However and whatever the reason, she couldn't just hugging and groping non related person. It was very rude not mention about embarrassing situation.

They both felt the awkward moment inside the room.

"… Are you hungry? I need help with this." Haruka put a box on the table. The content was a birthday cake with candles-shaped number 1 and 6. Michiru thought that the cake was cute with the snowman face and all.

"In any case… is today your birthday?"

"You can say that." The blonde took the knife, ready to cut it into a half.

"Wait a moment!"

Haruka startled, "What? I'm hungry."

"You can't just cut a birthday cake like that! If today is your birthday we need celebrate it properly!" Michiru took over the knife so the blonde wouldn't cut the cake.

"We?" Haruka's brow lifted. How weird the woman she just picked up.

"Yes, we. Today is my birthday as well, but that's not the point." Michiru smiled.

"… Happy birthday then." Haruka said. Michiru caught the blonde's generous intention in her tone.

"Happy birthday to you too… so, do we agree to do the birthday ritual with the cake?"

"…yes? Let's celebrate yours together too." Haruka pulled out the candles from the cake.

"Eh? But the important thing in birthday cake is you blow the candle on the cake after making a wish!" Michiru pouted.

"Really?" Haruka rolled her eyes, this woman was unbelieavable.

"If you want to blow so much…" Haruka went to grab candles in kitchen drawer. "Let's light this thing for you to blow." She smirked and took a seat face to face with Michiru.

Michiru saw 2 ordinary candles Haruka brought with her.

"How old are you?"

"Eh? Me? This year, I'm 25." Michiru replied, curious with what the blonde was going to do. She watched Haruka carved the bar candle with number 25.

"Figure." Haruka held her laugh.

"What was that mean!" Michiru felt offended. So what if she was 25?

"Voila! Here's your birthday candle, you can blow it as much as you want, oba-san." Haruka teased.

"… Haruka! I'm not that OLD!"

"Make a wish." The blonde ignored Michiru's outburst. After the aquanette woman blew the candle, Haruka grabbed back the knife and cut the cake half-half.

"I'm starving! Here… this side is mine, and this yours." Haruka took the cake and bit a big portion into her mouth. The creams and the toppings were sticking all around her mouth.

Michiru chuckled. This version of Haruka was so cute.

"Won jaw lof werr. Hoff me. Ot…(Don't just laugh there. Help me. Eat)." Haruka said with mouth full.

"Okay, okay…" Michiru understood the blonde's incoherent words.

They both eating in the silence. However this time, they both enjoyed it.

"This cake is good." Michiru said.

"The next door girl made it for me… she was very nice, though I don't give a care about my birthday… she insisted." Haruka wipe the cream on her face.

"Ara… she indeed nice." Michiru knew what the next door girl thinking about the blonde. A girl would never bake seriously if the person wasn't someone special.

"Haruka…"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you… and I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted."

"How about my gratitude?"

"For what?" The blonde asked.

"For helping me? Sharing your cake? Whatever you have done for a stranger like me in a day?" Michiru answered.

"Okay, accepted."

They both smiled for each other in the first time tonight.

I can do better, but this is just much I can do because my mind preoccupied by exams and homeworks. I will appreciate the reviews though.

-Peaprince