11 - Morning jogs
She took a look around, somewhat exasperated, hands on her hips, and rolled her eyes at her own lack of ability to be an organized person. At least when it came to keeping her own bedroom clean and shiny.
"Where the hell are those damn shoes!" she exclaimed to no one in particular. Ok, calm down! You're a grown woman, you can do this! Lets recap, yesterday I went for a run, came home, took a shower... If I were those damn shoes, where would I be?, she asked herself.
She was dressed in her training black shorts, a somewhat tight white cotton t-shirt, white socks. But no training shoes. Great, just great! She got on her knees, and searched under the bed.
"Gotcha!" she exclaimed, grabbing the damn shoes and sitting on the floor to put them on.
A knock on the door, followed by a muffled "Are you decent?" from the other side of the door got her attention and made her smile.
Mamoru never ever entered her room without a knock and that one question, making absolutely sure she was dressed, decent, and preferably alone. Past experience during Haruka's early teenage years and her growing curiosity over the female anatomy, had taught him that much.
That, and the fact that he actually liked being very much alive, breathing on his own, and without a black eye.
Yes, Haruka could be really scary when she was angry.
She got up and opened the door for Mamoru, smiling at him "Was I ever?" she answered him, joking.
He looked down on her, eyebrows raised, but instead of answering his sister's little joke, he just said "Are you ready or what?"
He was already dressed up for their running routine. They always went out running on the weekends. Well, actually, Haruka went out running almost every morning. Mamoru just went along with her whenever he had the time, which only left the weekends.
"Sure, let's go!" she answered, pushing her brother aside and walking down the hall.
The hallway bathroom door opened up, and a very sleepy young girl with messy aquamarine hair and still on her pajamas got out, bumping into Haruka and then falling down. But Haruka grabbed her by the waist before the girl could hit the floor, and helped her steady herself again.
"You ok, Michi?" the blonde asked, looking down at the girl in her arms.
"Um, yeah, thanks" she said "Didn't see you coming, sorry".
Michiru noticed Haruka's sport wear right after a light blush found its home on her cheeks at the feel of a pair of firm, round breasts pressed against her own, arms wrapped around her waist, and those green eyes looking down on her.
She untangled herself from Haruka's hold, and then noticed the other person standing on the hallway with them, with a small smile on his handsome face.
"Good morning, Mamoru" the aquamarine haired girl greeted him. "You two going out for a run?"
"Of course" he answered, smiling at the younger girl "Gotta keep in shape somehow, or Makoto will have me rolling down the stairs in no time"
"I thought Usagi was the one gaining weight, not you" Haruka said, teasing him. "Are you getting soft on me?"
"Whatever you say, blondie" he answered her, walking past the two girls, towards the stairs.
"Blondie? Who do you think you're talking to, fatty!" Haruka exclaimed, going after her brother. Before disappearing down the stairs with him though, she turned around and winked at the younger girl still standing there "See you later, babe".
As expected, Michiru blushed at the blonde's words, but before she could answer anything, Haruka rushed down the stairs after Mamoru. He just laughed at her, and in return she slapped him on the head.
They started their morning routine, running down the streets in perfect sync, not really pushing themselves too hard, but just keeping up the rhythm. Haruka was used to run a lot faster than that, but she enjoyed the easy pace with Mamoru anyway.
He run to keep in shape. She did it for the adrenaline, and to feel the wind hitting her face.
When they reached the park, they ran around a while longer, but Mamoru soon came to a stop and sat down on a bench, taking a deep breath and admiring his surroundings.
"You really are getting soft on me, you know" Haruka said, sitting down beside him.
"Shut up" he said, closing his eyes. "You're just a speed freak"
"Hey, at least I can run without having the air knocked out of me so easily, you jerk!"
Mamoru looked at his sister and then rolled his eyes. He was about to say something back, when another thought popped into his head. So he looked at her again, an amused and somewhat knowing smile playing on his lips.
"So, Haruka, lil'sis" he called to her "What's between you and Michiru?"
"What?" she gasped, eyes wide open "Where did that come from?"
"Oh, I don't know" he answered, looking down at the small lake in front of them "Maybe that little scene this morning, and that 'Michi' little line of yours? Or maybe all that flirting, and winks, and stolen glances, and just overall love-sick scenes you put up all the time?"
"I like to flirt around a little, so what?" she said, crossing her legs in a relax manner, hands behind her head "Wipe that stupid smile off your face, will ya? It's really not what you think"
"Oh, but is not just innocent meaningless flirting with her, is it?" he said, so sure of himself.
Sometimes, not always, but sometimes, he could read Haruka like an open book. And he could swear he was able to see those little brain cells of hers working their way just to find any good excuse to take the young aquamarine haired beauty's hand, and just be around her at any chance she could get.
"You really like her, don't you? She's the first girl you actually like, for real, in a really long time"
"I don't know what you're talking about" Haruka told him, crossing her arms over her chest "You're just seeing things. Maybe you should see a professional for that"
"Sure thing. Right after you admit she makes you so horny you've actually been taking way too much cold showers lately" he said, and chuckled when Haruka's jaw almost hit the ground.
"Holly crap, Mamoru! When did you became so... vulgar?" she asked, surprised.
"Only around you, sis', only around you" he chuckled again. Her face expression was just priceless! Was she actually blushing? Oh, he was really enjoying this "Not that I blame you, I mean, she is quite a beautiful girl..."
"And I'm sure Usagi would just love that one" she said to him, an evil smile on her face "A very pregnant, very hormonal Usagi" she said that in a threatening tone, narrowing her eyes.
"Oh you know I have eyes only for her" he simply said, waving his hand and dismissing her comment "But you on the other hand..."
"Knock it off already!" she exclaimed "Ok, so she is pretty. I'm not blind! But I'm sure she's not, you know... and I'm not even interested in her that way, anyway!"
"Oh really?" he said, eyebrows raised.
"Really!" Haruka exclaimed, getting up. It was time for them to be heading back home anyway. She was sure Makoto was already up and making breakfast, and she was getting hungry.
And incredibly annoyed by her stupid brother and his crazy ideas.
"And somehow I just don't buy it" he said, getting up himself. "So tell me the truth, do you like her?"
"You're delusional" Haruka mumbled, and went past her brother, making her way back home. Mamoru fast behind her, laughing at her.
She just ignored him. So what if she flirt a little with Michiru? Flirting just came so naturally to her. And getting the girl all red was just so easy, and Michiru looked so incredibly cute when she was blushing, that Haruka couldn't helped herself. She was only human. And the girl was a beauty after all! With that curly aquamarine hair of hers, and those big blue eyes with incredibly long eyelashes, and her perfect pink lips, not to mention her perfect long legs and those creamy, round breasts of hers...
Great, now I do need a cold shower! She growled to herself, blushing at her own thoughts, and now even more annoyed at Mamoru and his stupid, stupid comments.
She knew Michiru wasn't like her. I'm not that lucky, she told herself. That was just wishful thinking.
