CHAPTER 7
KAORU POV
It was short and innocent. I pulled away, my hand still on her cheek, and gazed into her eyes, surprised. Then what just happened hit me like a truck. I dropped my hand and jerked away from Mizuki, I felt all the blood rush to my face. "I-I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean t-to, I, I just.. I-" "Kaoru", she interrupted me, babbling like an idiot. "Don't be sorry", I looked at her stunned. That was not what I was expecting, I was expecting her to scream, or even to slap me, not.. that. I knew I seemed like an idiot. I was supposed to say something, but I couldn't form words right now. She just giggled and smiled at me, the kind of smile that made my heart speed up. "That kiss was whatever you want it to be" she said. We.. we kissed. I actually kissed her. I smiled back at her nervously.
Then her face went pale. I flinched. What did I do? "Kaoru... Where's Hikaru?" She said slowly. I frowned "Uhh.. I don't know. We went different ways.." What was wrong? She cursed under her breath.
HIKARU POV
I was just wandering along the halls when I heard music. I knew the song. I have it on my phone. I followed the sound down a hallway to a door left less than a millimeter ajar. I slowly pushed the door open an inch. I saw mirrors everywhere. The walls were mirrors. I could see a table and stereo reflected in one corner. And I realized I had seen this room before. Along with my realization came the fact that there was a person dancing to the music. Haruhi. Her movements matched the rhythm of the music perfectly. I found myself, once again, mesmerized by the sight of Haruhi dancing.
She was using all the space. A different style to earlier. A different mood in the movements. She was still effortlessly moving. Was this Haruhi?, I mean, I'd like to think that I can tell them apart.. But I can't. Haruhi is so unathletic. But then obviously so is Mizuki.. But that doesn't matter. I couldn't take my eyes away. I wasn't really aware of anything other than the figure in front of me. I didn't even notice when the song changed. I knew this one too. It was on my phone, I didn't realize that this came after the other song on my playlist, or that the following song was the next on it.
Her movements changed to match the rhythm, they slowed ever so slightly, and became more centered. My eyes followed her every movement. She had changed clothes. She now wore a deep blue tank top and full length, black leggings, she wasn't wearing shoes or socks, and had a simple clip in her hair. Keeping it away from her eyes. She spun and jumped, arms bent slightly above her. She landed softly and immediately did two more turns. She dropped to the ground while twisting, like a flower blooming in reverse. She stayed on the floor, rolling onto her side, then her arm and leg moved over so she was on her back as if they were being pulled. She arched her back, lifting her chest up to the ceiling. Then her arms came up over her head, as if taking off a jumper, making her sit up, she rolled onto her knees, arms raised, looking up, as if she had jumped and someone caught her, then her arms slipped as if they let go and she fell onto her hip. Her torso lay on her knees. Then her arms held up her torso, she was facing the ground, and her knees swayed, then she was in a plank-like position, with one leg stiff while the other was relaxed. That leg swished around, swiping up the other one. Her legs were in the air while she moved her arm, flipping her body up just as her feet landed on the floor again. One leg came up and she lowered her shoulders onto the floor, arms flat beside her. The other leg followed and her body raised, feet in the air, shoulders and arm the only parts of her body touching the ground. Then she flipped. Arms landing first, body bending gracefully after them. When her feet hit the floor, she slid them out into a box splits just as the music died down. Her body heaved barely and gently, still in that position. Looking at the ground, legs in a box split and hands in front of her.
She swung her legs to the front, then uncoiled her body into a sitting position, and flopped onto the floor. She stared at the ceiling. After a moment she gently closed her eyes and her body dsoftened, but she wasn't sleeping. I knew the music ended, that she was finished dancing. But I still couldn't move. I was frozen in place. How long had I been sitting here? And when had I changed from standing to sitting. I looked around and knocked the door with my knee by accident. I froze at the sound. Haruhi (I think ) was looking right sat me. I mentally cursed. Her face stayed blank "Hikaru?", I flinched "Y-yes?'. "What are you doing?" Her voice was devboid of emotion. My mouth went dry "I.. I was-well I, I mean.. I-" I stopped talking, knowing I didn't have an answer.
HARUHI POV
Hikaru was sitting behind the door. I stared at him. What had he seen? Did I want him to see? Was this another secret I was going to keep from him? Should I be angry at him? I wasn't sure what I should be feeling. Then my eyes widened and I realized. Shit. Surely he wouldn't have noticed, right? I'm sure he didn't notice. And who knows how long he had been sitting there. He looked panicked, probably not a good sighn. But maybe he figured it was a coincidence. Or if he had heard only one or two songs he probably didn't even notice. But.. What if he heard three or four.. Surely he wouldn't think that a coincidence, or maybe he hadn't even been listening or concentrating on the music.. My thoughts drifted back to that night.
The thunder was so loud. I felt my body flinch and stiffen at each boom. Tears were running down my face. I was under the altar of a church I had run past. Why couldn't we have just gone back, why did he have to be so- "Haruhi!" I couldn't reply. "Haruhi?" The voice was sdofter and the footsteps were getting closer. Then the cloth was lifted up, and Hikaru's face was looking at me. He ripped the cloth from the altar and wrapped it around me. I felt his head phones being placed on my head and the music blasted in my ears, blocking out the thunder. He sat down and pulled me to his side. I was too surprised to speak. I closed my eyes, letting the music surround me. "I'm sorry" I heard his voice above the song, his asm tightened around me "I'm sorry for leaving you by yourself.. And I'm sorry for saying mean thing about your friend.. I'm sorry" I knew it wasn't easy for him to say that. "Thank you, Hikaru" I said, listening to the music and pressing into his side. I felt safe and warm.
I blushed slightly at the memory. He didn't know how much that meant to me. He didn't know that every time a thunderstorm hits, I play his playlist. He doesn't know that the only way I can feel safe is by listening to those songs and thinking of him.. I blushed harder. I also forgot he was in front of me right now, nervous and stuttering. Except he wasn't. He was looking at me closely. How long had I been thinking. I realized that at some point I had wrapped my arms around myself and brought my knees to my chest, like I had been then. I stood up and brushed imaginary dust off my clothes. I knew my face was still tinted pink. There was curiosity and concern in his eyes. I didn't know what to say, or how to act. I felt like you do when the teacher cal!s on you when you've been daydreaming. I avoided his eyes and said "How much did you see", that made him remember, and he looked flustered again " Umm.. Two,maybe three songs.." He muttered, looking down. I wanted to groan. No, he obviously didn't realize. But then he met my gaze "You were beautiful" he said, I could hear the honesty and amazement in his voice. I tried not to smile as a warm, fuzzy feeling grew in my chest.
MIZUKI POV
Shit. She'll kill me. No one was supposed to see. Please don't let him see her. As I turned the corner, I saw the open door. Godamnit. I heard two voices, Haru and Hikaru. But she didn't sound angry. Thank God. Kaoru was following me, confused. I almost brought my hand to my lips when I thought about him. We kissed. He actually kissed me. I still had butterflies and I could feel where his hand had been on my cheek. I shook away those thoughts and listened. They were just talking, it was fine. Haruhi laughed, it was definitely fine. I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding and slumped against the wall. Kaoru looked at me puzzled. Then he heard his twin and mine talking and he tilted his head. I just shook mine while still smiling from relief. He sat next to me on the floor and I rested my head on his shoulder.
A/N: Finished. Sorry it took so long. Tell me if you thought this should have gone differently. I thought this was nice. Please Review, I want to know your thoughts. -Crys
