My Cousin's Roommate

By Silas C.

Faithful Series

Chapter Eleven, Part I: Two Pounds and a half naked Haruka…

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Summary: Michiru is having problems with her life and seeks comfort at her cousin's apartment. But it's only a matter of time before she realizes that her problems don't go away, they follow her.

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Disclaimer: Sailor Moon, of course, doesn't belong to me. I'm simply borrowing. Also, Haruka is not a man in this story. She wasn't a man in the anime, she won't be here either.

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Author's Note: I'm going to say this bluntly. I didn't expect the response that I received last chapter. Don't get me wrong, it was a good response! Both Haruka and Michiru were meant to, more or less, be written out of character because parts of their personality were based on another anime I've been watching. Tsk, tsk. This next part is me being random. All of Haruka's dreams are random, meaningless, pieces that I write when I'm bored. I think most of you will start to see Haruka has somewhat resigned to being "just a friend" in the next chapters. Michiru will start to irritate you, I can tell you this already. Hehe. However, it's more complex than Michiru simply feeling guilty. It doesn't seem reasonable for guilt to be the overriding reason as to why she doesn't act on love… does it? Ah, there should be two or three parts to this next chapter. Each chapter is separated by mood.

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" Haruka-san. " The sandy haired blonde woke up, bit discombobulated. When she was able to gather her surroundings, she realized Michiru had been standing over her, with a very, very intense expression on her face. Remembering all the times the aqua-haired girl had directly or indirectly hurt her, she attempted to push Michiru away from her. " Wait. " Michiru took Haruka's hand into her own, smiling weakly. " I wanted to tell you something, will you listen? " The blonde grumbled and then rolled over to the other side of her bed. With one violent heave, she pulled the bedspread over her head and tried to go back to sleep. " Haruka-san… " Haruka felt weight on the other half of the bed and she became frustrated when she realized Michiru had made herself comfortable next to her.

" Michiru-san, go away. I'm tired. "

" What are you tired from? "

Haruka sighed when she remembered that she had a twinkie party last night and her stomach was still recovering. Maybe she wasn't truly tired but she surely didn't want to get up to hear Michiru ramble on about Daisuke. " I'm tired of being wonderfully charming, beautiful, hot and most of all, sexy. " Haruka held back the urge to laugh. " It's a rough life when you possess all of those. " She heard silence from the other end and was satisfied that Michiru had finally let her go back to sleep…

" How rough? " She asked curiously.

" ROUGH. It's … real rough. Having to decide which girl I want. I mean, with all of these wonderful qualities, I could have any girl in the world. Even… "

" Even? "

" Ellen DeGeneres. " Haruka remembered the famous actor from the United States.

" Nani? Who's that? " Michiru asked, confused.

" My future wife. " Haruka snickered and then turned to Michiru with a serious look on her face. " Oh, that's a shame. "

" What is? " Michiru was taken aback by Haruka's strange behavior.

" She doesn't like it when beautiful girls, except her, occupy the same bed as me. You'll just have to jump off. " Haruka grinned, her plan to get Michiru to leave her alone was all coming together. The blonde carefully inched Michiru off the bed, until she was forced to stand on the floor. " That should be good. As long as you don't jump on the bed, she won't be mad at you. "

" Nani? Haruka-san, we're the only ones in the room. "

" Perhaps… "

" So then why can't I be on the bed? "

" Because she has cameras all over my room. " Haruka lied. Michiru looked around carefully and cautiously, then nodded her head. " You see, it's actually better if you step outside my room too. And to be on the safe side, you should lock the door behind you. You know, in case some other beautiful girl has the urge to get in my bed. " Haruka sighed with relief as Michiru took the bait. She turned around again, burying her head in the pillows and stretching out all over her bed.

" Gomen Haruka-san… " Michiru said quietly. Haruka heard the door close and was about to go to sleep when she heard footsteps and then… Haruka grunted as a heavy but light weight found itself on top of her. " … is it true you can have any girl?" Haruka swallowed hard when she felt both of her arms being pinned down my Michiru. The long aqua-marine curls lightly touched her face, suddenly changing the mood. Haruka no longer wanted Michiru to leave. " Is it? "

" Uh, yes. Any girl. " Haruka coughed as she tried to regain her composure but this new and improved Michiru was dominating the situation. " Even… "

" Even…? "

" You. "

" What about Ellen DeGeneres? "

" Ah, I'm sure she won't mind if a SUPER beautiful girl shares a bed with me. It's those beautiful girls that make her jealous… "

" Hmm… " Michiru arched her eyebrow and a grin made its way to her face. " Let's find out if you truly are charming, beautiful, hot and most of all, sexy… " Without any notice and much to Haruka's surprise, the aqua-haired girl quickly ripped open Haruka's shirt. The blonde began to feel her desire reach the surfaces of her skin, she wanted so badly to be taken… by Michiru. " Hmm… " Haruka stared at the girl on top of her as she leaned back, no longer exhibiting that expression of seduction, in fact… she seemed curious.

" What? " Haruka was starting to feel self-conscious. Michiru placed a finger on her chin and then with the other hand, began to examine Haruka's stomach. " What's wrong? " Trying to lighten the mood up, Haruka put on the best of seduction faces and smiled. " Don't you want to find out if I am all the woman you want me to be? "

Michiru glanced with absolutely no interest at Haruka's stomach. " Well… " The aqua-haired girl pointed to the blonde's abdomen. " I wanted to… but… it looks like you've grown a bit of a pouch. " Haruka looked down at her stomach and noticed a roll of skin that normally wasn't there. " Have you been eating twinkies? "

Of all the things she had to guess, Haruka's late night treat was one of them. " No…" Haruka's face turned a crimson red. " I would never eat twinkies. "

" Well, I wanted to seduce you at first… "

Haruka sighed. " Now what? "

" Do you know the reason as to why I can't love you? "

" Because you feel guilty? " Wasn't that what Michiru had said before. " Because you're dating Inoue-san and I'm dating Sachiko? "

" No. "

" Nani? Then what is it? "

" You're … you're… two pounds more than I expected. "

" NANI!? " Haruka had a desperate look in her eyes. " I'm the perfect weight, what are you talking about? "

" Gomen, Haruka. I don't date girls that are two pounds more than I expected. "

" No! " Haruka scattered after Michiru, who was heading for the door. " Wait, I can lose it. There are programs for this. I can get help! "

" Two pounds… that's a lot of help. " Michiru glanced down at Haruka's stomach again. " I can't be in love with someone who... eats twinkies... I'm sorry. "

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" NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! " Haruka jumped up, off the couch startling Sachiko, Daisuke and Michiru. " I don't have a pouch! " The sandy haired blonde was sweating profusely as she quickly unbuttoned the front of her shirt. " I'm… I'm… " When she felt that her abs were as they normally were, she sighed in relief. " I'm okay. "

" Tenoh-san… you're a girl? " Daisuke asked, skeptically. When he realized the implications of Haruka having breasts, he quickly blushed and turned away. " My apologies, Tenoh-san. "

Haruka felt a dread fill her heart. No one was supposed to know her secret, how could she have been so clumsy? Her eyes drifted over to Daisuke who was now looking the other direction. Then she noticed that Michiru's eyes had been watching her just as intently as Sachiko's had been. Haruka cleared her throat, giving her time to think up an ingenious plan. She cleared her throat a couple more times, her brain at a loss for ideas. When she noticed Michiru's soft expression she smiled, realizing that everything would be okay, no matter what the outcome.

" Kaioh-san, do you think I'm two pounds more than I should be? " Haruka stood up, shirt still wide open for the world to examine. She was proud of being a girl. What did it matter if she wasn't a boy? Would she lose the company she shed blood and sweat for? Sure… but did that matter… no. Not at that point, anyways.

Michiru's face went from soft to amused. " Of course not, Tenoh-san. You're good the way you are. " For Sachiko's sake, Michiru restrained herself from saying that Haruka was 'beautiful' the way she was. The aqua-haired girl had to keep herself from inspecting the blonde's wonderfully attractive body… too much anyways… surely there wasn't any harm in looking once or twice, right? " Did you have a bad dream? " The sandy haired blonde was thrown off with that question and then she quickly chuckled, nervously. " Shall I take that as a 'yes'? "

" What was it about? " Sachiko inquired, not too happy that Michiru had dominated the conversation.

" Can I turn around -- " Daisuke was cut off by a blunt slug from Sachiko. He rubbed his arm and moaned.

" No. " Sachiko growled, then smiled towards Haruka was laughing at Michiru's expression. " Now, darling, what was it you were saying? Was it a bad dream about losing your job? "

" No. "

" Did Daisuke-san ask you to massage his feet? "

Haruka rubbed the back of her neck, a bit embarrassed by Sachiko's inquiries. Something told her Sachiko was scarred by Daisuke's feet, as the girl shuddered when she asked the question. " No. " Michiru only shrugged but couldn't offer any explanation for Sachiko's strange interrogation.

" Did I leave you? "

" Er… " Haruka cleared her throat, yet again. " N-No. "

" Did you leave me? "

" I don't think so… "

" Then it wasn't a bad dream. What are you whining about?! " Sachiko slugged Haruka but missed her arm and hit her breast. Haruka went red in the face and turned around to shield her pained expression. She could hear Michiru giggling in the background. Sachiko looked at the blonde questioningly. " Don't be a wimp, Haruka. Even Michiru-san can take punches like that. " Sachiko maniacally laughed as she headed into the kitchen to take the tea off the stove.

" Can I turn around now-- " Daisuke was about to finish when he felt Michiru slug his arm. " Not you too! " He tried to turn around to address Michiru and she slugged him again. He lowered his head in defeat. " First Sachiko-san, now Michiru-san… " Daisuke grumbled, clearly annoyed.

" Tenoh-san, what's the matter? " Michiru asked innocently, knowing that Sachiko had missed and was simply rubbing this fact in. Haruka gasped for air.

" Aside from the fact that the ball is in an hour and I don't have a clue as to what I'm wearing… " Haruka looked down at her chest, where her hand had been resting, then she glanced up. " … aside from that… I think Sachiko might have given me breast cancer. " Haruka's grin was an implication that she wasn't being serious and Michiru giggled as she always had for Haruka.

" Baka, Haruka. You can't give someone cancer. " Michiru winked.

The blonde blinked at Michiru's slip of the tongue but soon shrugged it off. " Ah, well, that's a relief. " Haruka mused as she regained her composure as if nothing happened. " For a second, I was worried. "

" You should go get dressed. "

Haruka looked down at her opened shirt, then Michiru. " Hai, I should. But, I kind of like walking around with my shirt open… "

" Tenoh-san… " Michiru covered her eyes, " Put some clothes on so my boyfriend doesn't have to shower in fear. "

Haruka laughed as she noticed Michiru peeking through two fingers, a bit too obviously. " Hai, hai. " Realizing Daisuke had been reprimanded for her half-nakedness, she waved it off and disappeared into her room.

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Last Note: If you're asking me why, for whatever reason, it's because I can. Hah.