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She was sitting on a chair right next to the pool, smiling politely and nodding her head every once in a while.

And she was also trying really hard not to scream.

Makoto was sitting at her left side. She was smiling too, and looking just as miserable as she was feeling right now. Because to her right, and talking non stop, was the little redhead man, looking at her as if she was some kind of art museum piece of glass –he was checking her out, she could tell-, and trying to take her hand in his.

And she really wanted to punch him. A black eye would probably look nice on him.

The only good thing about her current situation was the blonde sitting right across from her.

A soft smile on her delicious lips, her green eyes shining.

And she liked to think that, maybe, she was the reason why the tall woman was glowing like that. God, she's hot! Michiru thought to herself, looking at Haruka, and her round, generous breasts, peeking out from under her white shirt.

But of course, Mamoru was there too. And he was holding the blonde's hand in his in such a sweet, gentle manner, that Michiru wanted to punch him too.

"But then Mr. Kaioh put a nice word for me, and I was able to delay my trip to London" the redhead man was saying "So here I am, enjoying the company of this lovely lady" he finished, smiling at Michiru, and taking her hand.

She forced herself to smile back at the man, instead of just strangle him.

Which of course was what she actually wanted to do. Her father had moved his cards, and made sure that Mr. Phosphorus, as she called him, stayed the weekend at the Kaioh residence. And with her. And she wanted to kill herself! Or her father.

Or maybe it was better if she just killed the redhead man...

"I still hope you'll join me on a trip to sea on my yacht one of this days" the man kept on talking "Soon, I hope"

Michiru blinked, and looked at him, trying to make her brains come up with a good excuse to say that, no, she didn't want to join him on some stupid day out sea, and then be stuck with the obnoxious little man!

But with nicer words, of course.

"Michiru, would you come with me to the kitchen?" Makoto interrupted them, before the aquamarine haired girl could answer the question "I'm just about to prepare this nice gentlemen something to eat, would you please help me?"

"Yes, of course!" she answered, smiling thankfully at her tall, smart cousin "Please, excuse us"

And with no more than that, both girls stood up and walked away.

"Thank you so much!" Michiru said to the tall brunette, once they were both out of earshot.

"God! You were right!" Makoto exclaimed "It is bad! I mean, he's just so..."

"Annoying, boring, obnoxious?" Michiru asked her, interrupting her "All of the above?" she smiled "I can keep going, you know"

"I was going to say weird, but those could work too"

They reached the kitchen, and Makoto soon started to work on some salad. But of course most of the food has been already made by the chef, so all she needed to do was make it look nice and fresh.

"I mean, it's not like I want to be mean or anything" Makoto said "But he looks kind of like a pedophile to me"

Michiru was trying to sit down on the counter, but she slipped at her cousin's words, and grabbed the counter with both hands to avoid falling flat on her behind.

"What?" she asked, surprised.

"Well, you know" Makoto answered, shaking her shoulders "With his red hair, and his sided smile? And those clothes? I mean, it's a pool party! Why the suit?" she exclaimed, rolling her eyes "The only thing missing in the picture is him giving candy to poor children, and asking them if they want to see his penis!"

Michiru blinked once, and the she just started laughing. Just imagining what the brunette has said was enough to crack her up and lighten her mood. When she finally calmed down, she sat at the counter, watching her cousin work on the already made food, putting everything in silver plates and trays, so everyone outside could enjoy it.

"Michiru! Get down there right this instant!" her mother's voice got her by surprise, and she jumped up and down the counter, turning around to see her mother standing at the kitchen's door, hands on her hips, and giving her a disapproving glare.

"It's not lady like! You know better than that!"

"I'm sorry, mom" she apologized, lowering her eyes.

Mrs. Kaioh walked past them, looking out the kitchen's window to the people sitting around a table near the pool. She frowned, and then let out a sigh.

"There's something about that girl..." she murmured.

"You mean Mamoru's girlfriend?" Makoto asked her, frowning too "She seems nice"

Michiru looked up again at the mention of the blonde, and stared at her mother's face, looking out the window and studying said blonde.

"No, it's not that" Mrs. Kaioh said "It's just... something's off with her. With them..."

"What do you mean, Aunt Kasumi? I think they look good together" the brunette commented.

Michiru rolled her eyes.

But when Makoto turned to her for support, she nodded her head. Ok, so they did look good together. She just didn't like to admit it. She wanted the blonde to herself!

"Yes, but..." Mrs. Kaioh said, still looking out the window "There's no passion, no love sparkling everywhere. They just stay there, holding hands"

Makoto and Michiru exchanged glances, but then looked back at Mrs. Kaioh.

"There's just something about her..." she kept murmuring. But then she turned around to face the other two occupants of the kitchen "I don't know... "

"I'm sure they're just fine" Makoto said "You just worry too much"

"Yes, maybe you're right" Mrs. Kaioh agreed, nodding her head, but still frowning. "You better hurry with that food, sweety. Mr. Fukami is starting to ask about you" she said, smiling at Michiru.

And before her daughter could say anything, she started making her way out of the kitchen.

"Tenoh, where did I hear that name before?" she mumbled to herself, before disappearing behind the door.

"Mr. Fukami can kiss my ass!" the aquamarine haired girl said, after her mother was gone "God! What a nightmare!"

"You know? I really don't understand her" Makoto said "She's been torturing Mamoru for him to bring a girl home, and when he finally does, she gets all paranoid!" she exclaimed "No passion? Does she actually want them to start making out and tearing off each others clothes right then and there?"

Michiru winced at the picture in her head, but smiled at her cousin anyway.

"Well, Haruka is new. And not on mother's checked and properly investigated list of possible wives" she reasoned "So of course she's paranoid. Besides, I think she's a little right, here. There really is no passion, no chemistry..." she tried.

"Oh, please! Not you too!" the brunette exclaimed "They're just acting like civilized people so no one would get a heart attack at a triple x live show!" she said, taking two trays in her hands and making her way out of the kitchen "I bet they kill each other on the sacks!" and with that, she left.

Michiru winced again, but took the two remaining trays and went after her cousin.

And tried to get any weird images of her brother and her new favorite obsession rolling around a bed.

She rather have nice, tempting, promising images of herself rolling around the sheets with the tall woman.

She remembered what she had said to Haruka on the bathroom earlier that day, and she smiled to herself. Oh no, she was nowhere near done with that hot, sexy, and incredibly tempting blonde woman.