CHAPTER SEVEN
The darkness of the bedroom was saved only by a sliver of moonlight creeping from behind dark emerald curtains. Haruka frowned, the bedroom was perfect everything Michiru had commented she wanted. 'You never listen to me.' Michiru complained half heartedly as they had wandered through the shops in Juban square. 'I listen, I just don't' care for curtains and bedding.' Haruka frowned. Michiru was long into another store when Haruka returned to the bedding department, flirting slightly with the sales girl placing the whole lot on hold until the plans for the beach house came through. She scowled now looking over her purchases neatly laid about. 'I always listen to you Michiru.' Haruka muttered to herself. Haruka glanced at the bed seated perfectly in the far corner of the room, the soft moss color of the bedding matching perfectly with the darker undertones of the rest of the room. It looks like a garden in here, Haruka thought. Kicking out of her jeans she pulled open the drawers of the wardrobe and grabbed a fresh pair of boxers with a new tank top. It was all part of her plan, she would convince Michiru to go for a late night drive, then as usual, they would walk along the ocean Haruka would comment how beautiful the sea was, and how much she adored being with Michiru. Then in fits of passion drag Michiru back to the beach house where the surprise would take place they would stay for weeks, not needing to leave for any reason wrapped in loves tender embrace. Haruka replayed her plans over and over, needing it to be perfect she closed her eyes. 'Oh Michirus.' she signed letting her imagination run.
'What is this place?' she imagined Michirus would say slowly wandering over the threshold into the deep burgundy of the front room.
'It's your ocean side palace princess.' Haruka would say taking Michiru by the hand and leading her to the patio, where the view was best.
'Haruka it's so beautiful' Michiru would say her breath caught in her throat, her hands cupped over her chest.
'I love you Michiru.' Haruka planned, her arms wrapped around Michiru's waist, Haruka's lips next to Michiru's ear both of them watching the moonlight reflect the ocean tides.
Haruka shook her head trying to kill the vision in her mind a tear trailing down her cheek. 'I love you Michiru.' she said aloud tossing her hand through her hair.
The house Setsuna called home was small, barely a home at all. It was even smaller when Hotaru was visiting, on leave from boarding school. 'Haruka-papa is missing?' she said interrupting the conversation Michirus had started.
'Not missing.' Setsuna cleared. 'She doesn't' want to be found.'
'Use the mirror.' Hotaru suggested.
'I can't. It wouldn't' be fair.' Michiru frowned.
'Did you call her cell?' Setsuna asked pouring a new cup of tea and giving Hotaru the 'go to your room.' look. Hotaru complied quickly hugging Michiru before escaping the cloud of adult conversation for her room.
'I did.' Michiru nodded.
'Shall I?'
'If you think you'll get through.' Setsuna doubted Haruka would answer seeing the number on her phone flash, but she dialed anyway waiting the customary four rings before Haruka's recorded voice told her to leave a message.
'I don't have a suggestion this time.' Setsuna said bleakly. Michiru erupted into tears, her grip on her emotions finally failing her.
'What have I done?'
'You've scarred her ego Michiru-san.' Setsuna said her arm snugly around Michiru's shoulders. 'You've made her doubt your love for her, just as she is. You know Haruka, she's fragile.'
'I know, but things have never gotten this bad before Setsuna-san. She always drives around the city doing speeds that make me cringe then she rushes back to my side begging me to fix it. I kiss her and we're fine.' Tears were streaming down Michiru's face as she continued. 'We fight but it's never anything substantial. We're so perfect together it's nauseating. I can't live without her Setsuna-san. I wont.'
'And she can't live without you Michiru-san. I know it's hard right now but you two have been together longer then just this lifetime. Love like that doesn't disappear with one fowl comment.'
'If she doubts my love Setsuna-san.' Michiru started. 'How could she doubt my love? If anyone should doubt it should be me. She never says it, hasn't told me once.' Michiru was shaking now, Setsuna tightened her grip on her friend. 'I'm just scared. I'm so scared.'