Uhm, I was surprised to get a PM for this and the other fic, Last Chance, so why don't I just update this as well for all of you lovely people of the world. I love you *Michael Jackson Voice* (RIP)!
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Haruka was staring into space again, she has been quite distant more often nowadays and Michiru can't help but we worried. Haruka doesn't go into the details of her disappearances and simply pushes the subject aside everytime Michiru would ask her. Her blonde supernatural lover was now dressed up for her concert, quite dashing in his slick perfectly tailored Tuxedo. She slowly approached the daydreaming blonde, running her hand up and down the length of the taller woman's arms.
"Haruka?" She whispered.
"Uh... Michiru? You look wonderful as always." The blonde stated, twisting her body so she could face the beautiful girl before her, wrapping her in a warm embrace.
"Hmmmmm... you look gorgeous as well. You better not look at other women while I'm busy bringing home the bacon." Haruka chuckled at Michiru's petty jealousy.
"You know you're the most beautiful girl in the world." She kissed the top of Michiru's head, trying to avoid the mini-fascinator that adorned her aqua locks.
"Don't you get fresh with me Tenoh! I mean it and yes, its a warning!" Michiru flicked Haruka's nose. Haruka's discomfort made her giggle like a school girl. The blonde just pouted.
"You are evil..." The blonde trailed.
They went down stairs to see Watanabe-san waiting by door for them. Michiru had a concert tonight and this is Haruka's debut as Michiru's boyfriend. Michiru is so excited to be able to show off her arm candy to the world, but she was looking forward to the hours after her concert. When Haruka and herself indulge in activities that remain on the bed or the floor or the bathroom but behind closed doors. Soon enough her train of thought was interrupted by the feel of the car halting. She must be in the Pavillion, where her concert is held. Watanabe opened the door for them, Haruka exited first but offered her hand to Michiru's waiting reach, flashes of camera's instantly suffocated them as whispers of Haruka's presence was question. Who is he? He's so handsome, what does he do, Is he the one who finally makes Ice Princess Michiru's heart?
"Wow... they like me." Haruka whispered into Michiru's ears.
"Remember what I warned you about!" Michiru hissed.
"Yeah, I remember your threatening words." Haruka laughed as she squeezed Michiru's hand reassuringly.
She slowly led Haruka to her dressing room so she could prepare for the 2 hour concert, making sure she closes the door behind her. Without warning, she grabbed Haruka's collar and pulled her down for a deep kiss. Shocking the blonde a little.
"Wow. What was that about?" Haruka raised both eyebrows.
"Claiming my territory." Michiru jested.
"Like a dog peeing on certain areas to claim its territory?" She earned a slap on the arm.
"Compare me to a dog, why don't you?" They shared another laugh before they dove into another passionate kiss.
The door swung open and one of Michiru's personal assistant for the concert suddenly blushed not able to look away at the blonde, secretly hoping it was her instead of Michiru being kissed by such and unknown yet alluring blonde. Haruka's eyes snapped open at the sudden invasion and the girl just melted into a pool of mush upon seeing her green eyes.
"Gomen! It's about to start!" Was all the girl said before she briskly walked back to the stage.
"You genie-" Michiru pointed at her eyes using her right index and ring finger and then pointed it at Haruka's "-I'm watching you!" Haruka laughed again before pushing Michiru on to the stage with a slap on her very delectable deriere!
"Go worry about bringing home the bacon. I'll be watching in the front-row." Haruka said with a wink.
They parted ways. Haruka made her way to front and center so Michiru could see her. The curtains were still closed at that point, she also noticed the sighs coming from the female populace as she makes her way to her seat. Then she remembered Michiru's warning so her head snapped back to the stage. Finally, she was seated. A bit uncomfortable because the two girls sitting right next to her decided to sit close, a little bit too close for comfort. The curtains slowly revealed Michiru in her long sequined black dress, black gloves that stretch up to her elbows and a feather fascinator. She raised her violin, searching for a certain blonde someone in the crowd. She spotted her - unlucky for the squished blonde. Michiru cleared her throat.
"It would be better for listening if we were all SEATED PROPERLY!" She emphasised and screamed the last part, causing Haruka to raise her arms and push both girls away from her. Michiru's eyes turned into slits but was happy enough at the distance between Haruka and the random girls she was seated next to.
"This piece was written a couple centuries ago, it speaks of regret and longing. This was from my Great Grandmother. I hope you enjoy this journey with me as we go somewhere in time." Michiru closed her eyes as she held the violin and close to her.
(Insert: Somewhere in time music)
Haruka could feel her head throbbing, but thanks to Michiru's wishes she doesn't vanish in time anymore but her mind somehow dwells on memories once something triggers it. Nostalgia perhaps?
Flashback
Mikahael has been acting strange ever since Alexielle's death. She was trying to find truth and meaning at first, but now she was searching Magic for answers or better yet, Alexielle's revival. It was crazy what they were doing, sacrificing animals after animals. She lost the love of her life. It sent her to all sorts of controlled lunacy. She watched as the witch doctor gathered the remnants of Alexielle's existence. Hair, shirt, books - anything Alexielle has touched.
Then, there was smoke, an apparition in Alexielle's form appeared before her. She opened her eyes slowly, surprised to see the wavy haired Goddess before her.
"Alexielle!" She reached out to grab the Ghost's hands but was interrupted.
"Mikahael! What is going on in here?" Her head snapped back at the voice of her husband.
"Francois!" And just like that the image of Alexielle disappeared.
"No!" The smaller girl cried.
End of Flashback.
Haruka didn't even realise that the concert has ended, she shook herself out of it. It seems like she was gaining memories, now she questions if she was Alexielle? Was she in love with Michiru's great grandmother? She looked up and saw a very happy Michiru grinning at her. How can she be melodramatic now?
They finished their usual routine of love making. They were lazily sprawled in each other's arms, limbs entangled. Michiru took the opportunity to cradle Haruka in her arms, satisfied with their feat, she idly rakes her hands in Haruka's soft blonde hair.
"Michiru? What do you know about your Great Grand mother?" Haruka asked out of the blue. Michiru blinked in surprise but continued playing with Haruka's hair.
"Well, they said she was a brilliant violinist like me and that her brilliance made her mad... but she was a good person..." Michiru answered trying to peek at Haruka's expression. She saw confusion.
"Oh... its just that I keep having these weird dreams or memories about her and a person named Alexielle- but she looks like me. We were lovers and-"
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Stop it right there! You were in love with my great grand mother?!" This time Michiru untangled herself from the embrace and propped her head on her hand, her elbows on top of Haruka's chest. She looked at Haruka's confused eyes.
"I am not sure... I was wondering if you could ask your mother your grand mother... I don't know." Haruka shook her head, Michiru didn't know if she wanted to hit Haruka, but its all in the past, but still the feeling of dread slowly builds up in her stomach.
"Alright, we better get dressed and get decent. We'll get my mom here if you want." Haruka just nodded.
They dressed up. Haruka was now just wearing a grey v-neck shirt and a loose black draw string pants while Michiru chose her black satin robe and pink nightie. Haruka looked so down recently that Michiru wanted to get at the bottom of it. They sat at the edge of the bed, Michiru rubbing Haruka's back as they shared another short kiss.
"Haruka, bring my mother her, she's in France at the moment but you wouldn't have any problems with that. Just grant the wish."
"H-hai!" Haruka said with a snap of a finger, Michiru's mother appeared before them holding a piece of danish pastry in her older woman scanned her surroundings, eyes wide at the sight of her daughter Michiru.
"M-Michiru?"
"Don't freak out Okaasan, I can explain! Ha-" Before she could finish her sentence, her mom's eyes moved to Haruka.
"HA-HARUKA?!" She yelled stepping back from the sight before her. Haruka and Michiru were stunned. How does she know Haruka?
"Do I know you?" Haruka looked at Michiru then at Michiru's mother, an even more confused look on her features.
"You- you don't remember me?! Shiori, I am Shio! You took my virginity you insensitive bitch!" The older woman pointed at Haruka,
"Ehh?" The blonde looked at her in disbelief then she looked at Michiru, she should have expected it, Michiru punched Haruka right smack in the middle of her face and she tumbled down, down, down!
"I can't believe it you psychotic perverted genie!" Michiru yelled as she continued kicking Haruka, while the blonde tried to dodge her every hit.
"HEY! I DON'T REMEMBER! STOP IT!"
Michiru felt her mother's hand on her arm which caused her to stop her violent attack on Haruka.
"She won't stay... after your wishes, she will disappear." Michiru's eyes widened, how come her mother knows about Haruka and her abilities.
"I asked for a million wishes..." She muttered. Her mom's mouth dropped.
"Honto ni?! How come I didn't think about that?!" She placed a finger on her chin.
"Your daughter's a conniving genius!" Haruka said Michiru threatened to punch her again but once again she was saved by the little nymph's mother.
"Why are you back Haruka?" Shiori held out her hand to Haruka to help her back up and suddenly she found herself lost in those green eyes again wondering how Haruka managed to forget what she can't she gently placed her hand on Haruka's cheeks and images of the passionate days she shared with Shiori, Michiru's mother, when she was younger suddenly flashed before her eyes. Haruka turned beet red.
"Okaasan... Haruka is mine now." Michiru tried her best to remain composed as possible despite the awkwardness of the situation.
Shiori immediately retracted her hand away from the blonde's flushed face, she backed away sending an apologetic look towards Michiru. Michiru went to Haruka's side but not in a friendly manner, she jabbed at Haruka's sides.
"Oi, what did you see?" Michiru scowled. Haruka turning an even deeper shade of red.
"I... uh... tits." She absent-mindedly said, this time Michiru stomped as she was fuming, ready for another beat-down. "I meant teeth... teeth is all, I swear!" Haruka raised both her hands in surrender but Michiru was having none of it as she pulled her sleeves up, luckily, Shiori managed to stop her angered daughter.
"Michiru-san, maybe we should ask Obaasan about this..." Michiru slowly nodded.
"You! Pervert! I wish my Obaasan is here!" She pointed at Haruka.
The scared genie just snapped her fingers and within a few seconds, her Obaasan was there. The shocked old lady scanned her environment like Shiori did, baffled at Michiru and Shiori's presence.
"Michi! Shio! Its so good to see you!" She immediately hugged her daughter and grand child. "How did I-" Then she spotted the blonde. "Haruka?!"
Michiru smacked her head. "Don't tell me..." Haruka pleaded with Michiru.
"Michiru please! I don't know anything! I don't know any of these things!"
Michiru rubbed her temples. The more they search for the answers the more confused they get. Michiru's Obaasan went towards Haruka, looking in her deep set emerald gaze. Haruka was so afraid of the flashbacks when the old lady motioned to touch her face and then she saw a younger version and passionate nights and days. She blinked and suddenly she remembered her name.
"Yuki?" She looked at Michiru's grandmother. The old lady just nodded. Michiru smacked her head. The women in her family has slept with the love of her life.
'Kami-sama!' Was all she could think of.
And that is all I have for now, since its 4:30 am Saturday, mah friends - I do have a life. Oh wait, no I don't. So please leave a review if you want me to continue this. Thank you to someone named "t" for your harassment for the updates. haha. Duuuude, you sent me 7 messages. Its been years since I wrote the last chapter, you have some serious lovin' for this fic so I dedicate this to you. AGAIN REVIEWS please because I need some lovin' and McHuggin.
