A/N: This is kind of an interlude from Michiru's POV to take a look at the things that happen while Michiru is kicking Cherry's ass. This story is about Aki, and it's rather short.
* Right after Michiru has left Aki's apartment… *
"I wonder how long she'll take…" Aki thought to herself, as she looked at the bed longingly. Lately, Michiru hadn't been in the mood to sleep with her. Aki was miffed, but not hurt. She could find action elsewhere.
"Hello?" A husky voice called from the living room.
"Haruka!" Aki exclaimed, hurdling out of her room and slamming the door shut. That whole room was evidence of Michiru. Aki straightened her skirt and causally walked into the living room, where a dressed up Haruka stood.
"Haruka, how are you?" Asked Aki, sweetly. "what brings you here?"
"I want the spike I lent you the other night."
"Spike… oh yes…" Aki rummaged through her utility drawer. Haruka began sniffing around the apartment. Aki was nervous, as there might be Michiru evidence around the room. She * lived * there after all. "So…" she called out lightly as she slammed the drawer shut. "How are you and Usagi San? She's very pretty, Haruka…."
"Bad." Said Haruka, poking around the room. "She's obnoxious as hell…"
"How's the sex?"
"That's the whole reason we're together." Said Haruka, still poking around the room.
"Same old Haruka," Laughed Aki. "You've always been that way." Haruka glared at her.
"I've never been this way..." She snarled. "I was in love."
"Of course…" Said Aki, softly. "Michiru…" Aki held out the spike to Haruka.
"Don't say that name in my presence." Haruka snapped, snatching the spike.
"Right." Said Aki quickly. Haruka paused, and lifted up a framed photograph. SHIT, Aki said to herself.
"This is her…" Said Haruka, staring deep into the photograph. It was a picture of Aki and Michiru, arms entwined smiling. Haruka's voice choked. She cleared it and spoke… "When was this taken?"
"A long time ago." Said Aki. "A very long time ago, before the accident." Big lie.
"Hmmm…" Said Haruka. She looked at Aki, and back at the photograph. "Tell me, Aki, were you in love with her?"
"Me? In love! I laugh at the idea!" Crowed Aki, nervously. "I mean, it was okay for you… but me and Michiru… no, never. She had… you." Haruka's smile softened.
"In that case you don't mind if I take this, do you?" Asked Haruka.
"No, of course not." Said Aki, hastily. "It's yours, Haruka."
"Arigato gozaimasu, Aki." Said Haruka, stuffing it into her trench coat. "I must be going now."
"Oh must you go?" Asked Aki crossly.
"Yes, I need to go pick up Usagi." Said Haruka. "Thanks for the picture. See you at work."
"Bye, Haruka!" Haruka stepped out, and Aki closed and locked the door behind her, fuming.
Well she had some nerve! Walking into someone's house! Nosing around important things! Taking things! Asking her personal questions! Did she love Michiru? She most certainly did not! Michiru was just another woman. Another beautiful woman. Okay, maybe she did love Michiru, but that was no concern of hers! It was no concern of anyone's because Michiru is dead! … Kind of.
But she couldn't help but feel resentful. Haruka was still mourning the loss of Michiru, and Michiru definitely was madly in love with Haruka, still. Would that affect Michiru's mission? She would have to kill Haruka in order to get to Morioka. Would she do it? Would Haruka let her do it? She was angry with herself for not thinking about these questions sooner. At that moment Aki swore to herself she would make Michiru forget about Haruka. She had to do it. But who was going to get Haruka to forget about Michiru?
* Right after Michiru has left Aki's apartment… *
"I wonder how long she'll take…" Aki thought to herself, as she looked at the bed longingly. Lately, Michiru hadn't been in the mood to sleep with her. Aki was miffed, but not hurt. She could find action elsewhere.
"Hello?" A husky voice called from the living room.
"Haruka!" Aki exclaimed, hurdling out of her room and slamming the door shut. That whole room was evidence of Michiru. Aki straightened her skirt and causally walked into the living room, where a dressed up Haruka stood.
"Haruka, how are you?" Asked Aki, sweetly. "what brings you here?"
"I want the spike I lent you the other night."
"Spike… oh yes…" Aki rummaged through her utility drawer. Haruka began sniffing around the apartment. Aki was nervous, as there might be Michiru evidence around the room. She * lived * there after all. "So…" she called out lightly as she slammed the drawer shut. "How are you and Usagi San? She's very pretty, Haruka…."
"Bad." Said Haruka, poking around the room. "She's obnoxious as hell…"
"How's the sex?"
"That's the whole reason we're together." Said Haruka, still poking around the room.
"Same old Haruka," Laughed Aki. "You've always been that way." Haruka glared at her.
"I've never been this way..." She snarled. "I was in love."
"Of course…" Said Aki, softly. "Michiru…" Aki held out the spike to Haruka.
"Don't say that name in my presence." Haruka snapped, snatching the spike.
"Right." Said Aki quickly. Haruka paused, and lifted up a framed photograph. SHIT, Aki said to herself.
"This is her…" Said Haruka, staring deep into the photograph. It was a picture of Aki and Michiru, arms entwined smiling. Haruka's voice choked. She cleared it and spoke… "When was this taken?"
"A long time ago." Said Aki. "A very long time ago, before the accident." Big lie.
"Hmmm…" Said Haruka. She looked at Aki, and back at the photograph. "Tell me, Aki, were you in love with her?"
"Me? In love! I laugh at the idea!" Crowed Aki, nervously. "I mean, it was okay for you… but me and Michiru… no, never. She had… you." Haruka's smile softened.
"In that case you don't mind if I take this, do you?" Asked Haruka.
"No, of course not." Said Aki, hastily. "It's yours, Haruka."
"Arigato gozaimasu, Aki." Said Haruka, stuffing it into her trench coat. "I must be going now."
"Oh must you go?" Asked Aki crossly.
"Yes, I need to go pick up Usagi." Said Haruka. "Thanks for the picture. See you at work."
"Bye, Haruka!" Haruka stepped out, and Aki closed and locked the door behind her, fuming.
Well she had some nerve! Walking into someone's house! Nosing around important things! Taking things! Asking her personal questions! Did she love Michiru? She most certainly did not! Michiru was just another woman. Another beautiful woman. Okay, maybe she did love Michiru, but that was no concern of hers! It was no concern of anyone's because Michiru is dead! … Kind of.
But she couldn't help but feel resentful. Haruka was still mourning the loss of Michiru, and Michiru definitely was madly in love with Haruka, still. Would that affect Michiru's mission? She would have to kill Haruka in order to get to Morioka. Would she do it? Would Haruka let her do it? She was angry with herself for not thinking about these questions sooner. At that moment Aki swore to herself she would make Michiru forget about Haruka. She had to do it. But who was going to get Haruka to forget about Michiru?