So…this is the OTHER winner to my poll. I think you guys seriously rigged it to where it would end up being a tie. Oh well. I'm not sure how quickly I'll be able to get this story updated compared to Guardian Angel, since I have no outline for this story. I'll do my best. I know some people who will stay on my ass until I finish writing.
Sorry I wasn't able to get this up before the 1st of the year. I was really busy during all of last week. But it's here now. Hope you enjoy.
Decided to skip about a month from the last chapter.
Role Reversal
Chapter 7
Setsuna watched her roommate and best friend running around their home frantically cleaning anything she could get her hands on. Even though the entire house was spotless. She just shook her head and looked back down at the papers in her hand. Grading tests was always the least favorite of her tasks as a teacher.
The violinist picked up and put down the same book on the same shelf three different times before sighing in defeat and leaving it. She couldn't focus on any one thing. Her mind was screaming at her and her body was refusing to listen. She was in a state of panic. Michiru ended up in the kitchen hunched over the sink scrubbing violently at any marks and dings she saw in the surface of the stainless steel. Anything to get her mind off of what was really getting to her.
"Alright, enough's enough." Setsuna pulled out one of the chairs from the dining room table and forced the aqua haired woman into it. "What is wrong with you today? You're making me dizzy with the circles you're running around this house."
"I'm fine." It was obvious to anybody that would have looked at Michiru to tell she was lying. In her current antsy state she stood up and hurried her way out of the kitchen before Setsuna could ask her anymore questions. She soon ended up back in her bedroom quickly smoothing the fabric that covered her already perfectly made bed.
"Michiru, can you stand still for more than thirty seconds, please?" Garnet colored eyes met Michiru's blue ones, but only for a second since Michiru couldn't focus. "What's wrong? You're scaring me."
"I'm late." Was all the violinist could spit out before rushing past her lifelong friend.
Setsuna rubbed her forehead angrily. "Well if you weren't running around here half the morning I'm sure you would have been on time. It's just a rehearsal, I'm sure they'll let you reschedule, they love you."
"No, you idiot, I'm late." Michiru finally stopped fidgeting to give her friend a death glare. A good twenty seconds passed, their eyes remaining locked until it finally clicked in Setsuna's head and her eyes went wide. "Yea, exactly. Now do you see why I'm panicking?"
She rushed toward the door only to have Setsuna grab her hand. "How late?"
"Week."
Setsuna let out a sigh. "It could be stress. You've been spending a lot of time between the art studio and performance halls, you've barely had any time to yourself. Just relax Michi."
"I have to call Haruka."
"No you don't." Setsuna never let go of her friend's hand. "Give it another week, if you don't start, then we'll worry about getting you a test to check to see if you are." Don't stress about it, please. If you stress about it then it's just going to make everybody else stress too. Imagine what that will do to Haruka if you let her know now, then it turns out to be a false alarm." Michiru stopped shaking, taking time to allow Setsuna's words to sink into her thoughts. She was right, as much as she hated admitting she was right, but she was.
Michiru had spent almost 80 hours outside of her house during each of the last two weeks. She was basically a walking zombie on the weekends when she was able to go out on dates with her girlfriend. Sundays had become the only entire day the pair could spend together since Haruka was busy with her own career at the track from Monday through Saturday. Sometimes she'd be at the track until after midnight, making final preparations for whatever race was coming the following weekend.
Their relationship had progressed just like any normal relationship would have. Less the fact that on each of their first two encounters they slept together. Other than that, sex had been at a minimum and that was perfectly alright with both of them. Sex was not something that was needed to ensure they kept their stable relationship. Michiru's train of thought was interrupted when her cell phone began ringing in her pocket. She ran her fingers through her short aqua hair before fishing it out to look at the screen. "It's Haruka."
"Don't tell her." Setsuna warned quickly before the artist punched the green button on the phone to answer it.
"Hey Ruka." She threw on a large smile. Having had the practice with fake happiness through several performances that happened on bad days. "I'd love that." Her smile quickly turned into a real one, as it always did when she found herself talking to the blonde. "I'll be there at seven, promise." Setsuna tilted her head as she watched her friend talking on the phone. "Alright, bye." She hung up the phone and tucked it safely back in her jeans pocket.
"What was that about?"
"She asked if I wanted to meet her at the track so we could go out for dinner tonight."
Setsuna nodded. "Don't you dare tell her Michiru."
Michiru knew she should, but what Setsuna said made sense. They were both under too much stress to have to deal with it right at that moment. It could wait another week, just to make sure.
Dinner had gone much as she had expected. Haruka insisted on taking them both to the nicest restaurant in town. After eating their meals, sharing portions and kisses with each other and several slow dances, they parted ways for the evening. As much as it pained Michiru, she couldn't listen to Setsuna. She couldn't wait another week to know. On her way home she forced herself to stop at a local market. She hesitated when it came to looking at each of the little tests. She had no clue which one was best. It was something she never had to deal with in all of her 35, almost 36 years of life. After releasing the breath she had been holding in her lungs for what seemed like forever she decided on two kinds. Each of a different brand. She just wanted to make sure. If they both turned out positive, then she'd know it was true.
After making her purchase and getting past the strange look she received from the cashier she made her way home to a dark house. Setsuna had long gone to bed which made it easier for her to carry the bag into the house and straight into her own private bathroom. She sat on the edge of the tub and read the instructions to each of the tests, they were both exactly the same. Once she was finished taking the tests she set an alarm on her phone for 15 minutes. She knew it was going to be the longest fifteen minutes of her life.
While she waited for the alarm to go off she went back into her bedroom to change into a tank top and pair of boxers to sleep in. She made sure to take her time. The longer it took her to get changed, the less time she'd have to spend pacing a hole in the floor of her bedroom.
What seemed like three hours later her cell phone's alarm finally began ringing. It was time. After taking a deep breath to regain what little composure she had left. She silenced her alarm and entered the bathroom. Her eyes fell closed and she spoke a little prayer before reaching for the first test with shaking hands.
Positive.
Her first instinct was to scream. Then the possible reality of the test being bad set in and she reached for the other one. After closing her eyes and repeating the same prayer she opened her eyes to stare down at two tiny pluses. Positive.
She felt her stomach drop to the floor. The first wave of nausea hit her and she dropped to her knees in front of the toilet to empty the contents of her stomach into the porcelain. She couldn't think straight. How would she explain to the world that she was a 35 year old lesbian, who just discovered she was pregnant by a woman who used to be a man?
And the drama finally starts to unfold. Hoping for lots of reviews. Maybe even some ideas? Ideas help keep things rolling along, trust me. This one isn't like Guardian Angel, at least with that story I have an idea as to where I'm going with it, there is no outline for this story.
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