Michiru Kaioh Michiru@tellmeimcute.com
Rating: PG
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while. Now, on to the story!


Windswept Waters
Part 4: Interlude


They never brought up the incident again. Haruka was fitting
into life in the Kaioh household, if not easily, at least with
fewer confrontations. It was funny really, Michiru thought, she
had most of the staff afraid of her! What wasn't as funny however,
was the fact that the rest (the female staff), were in love with
her. Of course they thought she was a male, and neither Haruka
nor Michiru saw any reason to disabuse them of this. She was
not sure why having most of the maids trailing after Haruka, or
looking at her with huge eyes and sighing bothered her so. But
it did.
She shook her head. This wasn't getting her anywhere. It had
been 3 months since Haruka had showed up on the doorstep, and in
that time, they had grown to be good friends. She was the only
person Michiru could trust herself not to be on guard against.
A smile curved her lips as she glanced across the room. Blonde
head bent intently over her book, occasionally running one hand
through her hair. Michiru sighed softly and made herself pick
up her embroidery. She wrinkled her nose, she had never really
LIKED sewing, but like most of her passtimes, it was required
of her by her Lady Mother.
Haruka looked up at the sigh, just in time to see Michiru
make a face at her sewing. She couldn't help chuckling, glad
that she at least would never need to learn. She also couldn't
help noticing how the afternoon sunlight glinted off Michiru's
hair, making it seem to glow with a life of its own. She watched
Michiru often now. Not only because of her new job; they had
decided after the first week that the body-servant thing was
NOT going to work out, so she was now bodyguard and companion;
but also... she wasn't really sure why else. She just did.
There was a knock at the door. "Enter." A pretty red-head
in the maids uniform walked in. She curtsied to Michiru.
"Lady Nara wishes to speak with you m'Lady. She is waiting in
the Yellow Parlor." The girl sneaked a glance at Haruka as
soon as she finished speaking. It bothered Michiru. It
bothered her even more however, when Haruka winked at the
girl. And she blushed. "Thank you Wendy. That will be all."
She jumped, and quickly let herself out.
Michiru stood up, shaking the wrinkles out of her skirt.
As she walked out of her rooms and downstairs to the yellow
parlor, Haruka put down her book and followed without
a word. A tall silent shadow.
Lady Nara was sitting in the windowseat, a piece of
paper in her hand. "There you are Rian. I just recieved
a letter from Ashley. Cousin Rowan is going to be visiting
us next week." Michiru stifled a groan. She couldn't STAND
Amber, or Rowan as she was called. "I expect you to be on
your best behavior young lady. No fighting with her, and
no running off and leaving her alone. Understand?" Lady
Nara's eyes bored into her daughter's.
"Yes Mama."
"Good. You may go."
Michiru turned and left the room. Sighing, she headed
for the gardens. She didn't want to spend time with her
cousin. From what she remembered, Amber was a spoiled
brat who got anything she wanted. She was also boy-crazy in
the extreme. She jumped slightly as Haruka spoke. She had
forgotten she was there.
"What's wrong?"
Michiru sat down on one of the white marble benches that
dotted the gardens, Haruka sitting next to her. "Rowan and I
don't exactly get along. From what I remember the last time
she was here, she causes trouble, and _I_ get blamed for it."
"I see. Well, maybe with both of us watching out, we
can help avoid the blame?" Haruka grinned. Michiru was
starting to look a little less down. The breeze was playing
with her long hair. As she started to answer, a lock was tossed
across her eyes. Without even thinking about it, Haruka reached
over and lifted it away.
Michiru felt Haruka's fingers lightly brush her skin as
she moved the lock out of her eyes. Their gazes locked. She
was lost in their cool green regard.
Haruka was staring into deep blue-green eyes. Like the
sea. They seemed to draw her in, she could not look away.
Almost against her will she leaned closer, she could smell
the scent of Michiru's hair, like cherry blossoms. She was
so close now, the only things she could still see clearly
were Michiru's eyes. Just before their lips met, a loud
crash was heard in the bushes next to them. Michiru
jumped, turning towards the sound. Her hair lightly
brushed across Haruka's lips and cheek.
Turning to look, they saw a rabbit hop out and
across the pathway.