A/N-BLAH! I think that pretty much sums up how I feel about this chapter, but I figured I left this one alone for too long and it needed an update. So… I guess either way I feel bad for you readers… no update… update that sucks… not really a winning side in there. Oh well… here ya go.
Falling Ch 4
Michiru opened her eyes and saw that the once bright room was now dark with night. She noticed that half her body was warm and turned her head slightly to see what the source of the heat was. She gasped slightly when she saw that she had fallen asleep leaning against Haruka who was slumbering on the couch. Michiru pushed herself gently away from the blonde and stood from the sofa.
She backed away from the couch, never taking her eyes of the woman before her. The moonlight cast a beautiful aura on Haruka's face and made her seem even more saintly then Michiru already thought she was. She stood there for a few more moments before quietly sneaking away to the bathroom.
She locked the door behind her after entering and leaned against it. She looked to her right and found her reflection in the mirror. She placed her hands on the counter and leaned forward towards the mirror, scrutinizing herself. She looked into her blue eyes that once held so much passion and life and found nothing, but a dull sheen glazed over them. She blinked trying to make it go away, but it held fast.
Michiru nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a knock at the door. She checked herself in the mirror quickly and with a deep breath opened the door to look into two sleepy and concerned teal eyes. Haruka smiled gently at her.
"Are you ok?" Michiru nodded.
"Yes, thank you." They both stood there in an awkward silence, neither knowing what to say. Finally Haruka cleared her throat and spoke up.
"Umm… it's late… I should get going; I have practice tomorrow." She paused and looked at Michiru. "Are you going to be ok? I mean… if you don't want to be alone I can stay… if you want me to that is." In Michiru's head a voice was screaming to say don't go, but her words betrayed her feelings.
"No… I'll be alright. Thank you, but I can't interrupt your life like that just because mine is messed up at the moment." She really did mean that last part. She felt horrible that she was monopolizing all of Haruka's time and they barely knew each other. "You've already done more then enough." Once again Haruka offered a kind and caring smile while she shook her head.
"Don't worry about it. I'm happy if I've been able to help." Haruka then searched through her black leather jacket that she had been holding and soon retrieved a pen and a scrap of paper. After assuring herself that nothing important was written on the paper, Haruka placed it against the wall and scribbled on it. "Look if you ever want to talk about anything… and I do mean anything…" She handed the slip of paper to the aqua haired woman. "Give me a call alright?" Michiru nodded as she took the paper and stared at the numbers written on it. "I guess I'll get going then." Michiru followed Haruka to the door and bid her good night.
After closing the door Michiru went to the window and stared down at the street below. A few moments later she saw the shadow of Haruka walk out and get into her car. She sighed and placed her forehead against the glass, closing her eyes as she listened to the car speed off. Finally she opened her eyes and after looking at the number in her hand one last time Michiru walked into her bedroom.
She threw off the dress that she had wanted to be rid of earlier, but still wore due to having invited Haruka up, and walked into her bathroom. She turned on the shower and climbed in relishing the hot water that slightly scalded her skin. She scrubbed at her skin trying to get the dirty feeling that she had off of her body, but it was attempted in vain.
After a full hour Michiru finally walked out of the steam filled bathroom already clad in an overly large shirt that she normally wore to bed. She lay down in her bed and pulled the sheets over herself. She stared up at the ceiling wishing that the quiet atmosphere would go away… would go away and take with it the cruel voices that now haunted her when there was nothing else to overwhelm them in the silence.
'It's not right! It's not… natural.'
'Get away from me! I don't ever want to see you again!'
'I'm sorry, but we have no place for someone like you here.'
'I don't love you… I never loved you.'
The sound of quiet sobs filled the room as Michiru cried herself to sleep.
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After 45 minutes of speeding through the city Haruka arrived at her apartment. She walked through the door and threw the pile of mail that had accumulated in her absence on the table in the entranceway. She hung her jacket in the closet and walked into the kitchen, pulling a beer out of the fridge before making her way into the living room. She let herself fall onto the couch with a sigh. She took a sip of her beer and then noticed the flashing red light on the table next to her in the corner of the room. She pressed the button and an automated voice filled the room.
"You have 2 new messages. Message 1."
"Tenoh it's your manager. Where the hell are you? You missed yesterday's practice. You better be at the next one or I'll kick your ass." A beep indicated the end of the message and Haruka rolled her eyes as the next one started to play and her manager's voice echoed again.
"Tenoh what the hell? One more missed practice and you can kiss your career goodbye. I'm not putting up with anymore of this shit."
"End of messages." Immediately Haruka hit the delete button and stood from the couch.
She walked over to the large glass doors that led to her balcony. She opened them and stepped out into the brisk night air. She closed her eyes and let the cool breeze wash over her. It calmed her and after the past few days this was exactly what she needed.
Michiru Kaiou… what are you hiding?
She sighed as she killed the rest of her beer and went back inside. She put the bottle in the recycling and then walked to her room. She glanced down at her watch and frowned at the tiny hands positions. It was now 3am and she would have to be up in 4 hours to go to practice. She knew that if she missed another one there would indeed be hell to pay. Although only in the sense that her manager would be a huge pain. He would never risk losing the number one racer in Japan.
She entered her room and immediately went to the adjoining bathroom. 20 minutes later Haruka was showered and in boxers and a t-shirt, ready for bed. She climbed in and stared at the ceiling. The moonlight played with the shadows on it and they danced in Haruka's vision.
She couldn't clear her head of the mysterious aqua haired woman. She could tell even without the suicide attempt that the woman was greatly troubled. You could see it in her eyes. They held so much pain and sadness… much like Haruka's had long ago. Haruka wished that she could get her to open up… it was the only way to save her and Haruka knew this first hand.
Uneasily Haruka fell asleep hoping that Michiru would call her… call her and trust her to help her.
A/N-And there it is… yeah I promise I'll start trying to have this make sense sometime soon… really, I will. Ok that might be a lie, but we'll see what happens, ne? Review if you want to know what my addled brain will do next.
