An Appealing Crush Part 4- Tinkerbelle
Author's note: As for review wise, Mandy, don't give hope on my story yet. It just might curve the way you want it to. Or not. The ideas in this story have not taken me a lot of thought or consideration. I get flows of ideas when I'm studying, day dreaming about my Prince (ess) Charming (whom magically can't find the directions to my house), at practice, eating dinner, talking to my mom/friends, in the shower… LOL let's not think about those ideas. Anyways, what I'm to say is that my ideas are never constant, they're flowing. Usually, there is an impulsive, or I regret to say 'predictable' -_-" twist. Additionally, I believe that the comment delivered about Haruka and Michiru being so much in "love" to cheat on another was kind of off beam (in a sense). In love, which I have been in before, there are mistakes. Mistakes are everywhere, usually the most powerful in love. True, I like you believe Haruka and Michiru share a deep love, but as always mistakes happen. And sometimes they aren't intentional. On a slight note, I love every single review and email I have received. I'm glad to know people read and critique my work. Y'all make me the happiest! Thanks a lot. Here is An Appealing Crush, the story that has been a lot of fun to write.
An Appealing Crush Part 4- Tinkerbelle
* …Precisely where we left off… *
As quickly as Makoto's hand grasped the door knob was a s quick as she let go. What the hell was she thinking? If she went over there and proclaimed her love, Haruka would be there. And Haruka is and has always been crazy jealous. Crazy people have chain saws, Makoto thought to herself, while removing her jacket. Maybe I should wait till I have her alone again, she told herself, settling into her comfy chair. She sat and watched the fire crackle, her thoughts her only company.
A yellow taxi cab pulled into the Water Side Estates. A beautiful woman stepped out, paid the driver, and stormed into her sumptuous home. An angry blonde was waiting for her.
"What took you?"
No reply.
"I'm talking to you, Michiru."
No reply again. Haruka peeked out the window.
"You came here in a cab?" she sneered. "Oh yeah I forgot, little kids can't drive."
"Shut up." Said Michiru. "Don't piss me off more than you already have."
"What did I do?" Started Haruka. "Look, I'm so sorry for interrupting your little tea party but there are things to do around this house."
"You're right." Said Michiru, tossing her purse to the floor. "Cooking, cleaning, vacuuming, dusting blah blah. It needs to be done!" Michiru stomped to the kitchen and thrust a pan on the stove. Haruka followed, scowling. "And the next time there are "things" to be done around this house, I will casually pull you from whatever it is you were doing be it washing you car or competing in a race because lately, what "we" get done around this house is all you have been caring about."
"I don't want to argue." Said Haruka, softly after a moment's silence.
"I don't either." Said Michiru, pulling ingredients from the stove. "So let's talk like adults."
"Yes let's…" Said Haruka, scooting closer to Michiru. "So, er, how was your day?"
"Fine." Said Michiru, slicing tomatoes. Chop, chop chop.
"Did you and Makoto have fun?" Asked Haruka. Chop, chop, chop.
"Yes." Chop, chop, chop.
"How can you have fun with children?" Snorted Haruka. The knife came up to point at Haruka.
"I would appreciate you not calling them, "children"." Said Michiru calmly. She went back to slicing. Haruka didn't get it.
"Well, I was just wondering what kind of company they are. They're all so immature and just… ugh. I couldn't stand them. How do you?" Michiru slammed down the knife.
"Well," She began. "If you must know, while you are out at meetings and races or out having sex with interesting people, I have to find company somewhere." Haruka was silent.
"What do you mean," She began. "by that?"
"You know damn well what I mean," Said Michiru, pushing back tears. "Look, you have to tell me who, why, when, and where before you can ever speak to me. Have I made myself clear?" Haruka's jaw clenched.
"I don't have to tell you anything. We're together, and we're equals remember?"
"Well if we're so damn equal, then you would have had the decency to be honest and tell me about it." Michiru shot Haruka a hateful look, with red eyes, puffy from holding back tears. "How could you do this, and keep it from me?" She screamed.
"Michiru, clam down." Haruka said. "Stop it!"
"Oh piss off." Michiru turned off the stove and slammed down the pot. "Make your own god damn dinner."
"Michiru please…" Said Haruka softly. "Calm down and let's talk about it."
"No thank you." Said Michiru, stomping upstairs. She quickly pulled out a suitcase and packed of couple of things.
"What do you think you are doing?" Asked Haruka, standing in the doorway, arms crossed.
"Since you're obviously not going to leave, I am." Michiru furiously packed brushes, makeup, clothes, lingerie.
"Michiru come on, you haven't even heard what I had to say." Said Haruka, in tone just above pleading.
"I don't want to talk about it." Said Michiru. "We'll discuss it Sunday after Hotaru visits."
"But today is Wednesday." Protested Haruka. "We can't hold in this in for a days. It will just get worse. Are you listening to me, Michiru?"
"You won't have any trouble keeping it in, Haruka." Said Michiru, picking up the suitcase. "I'm not coming back till Sunday morning."
"And where are you going?" Asked Haruka, on the verge of tears.
"Never mind that." Snapped Michiru. "At least you won't have to be worrying about me sleeping with someone else."
"Michiru…" Said Haruka, in a desperate, quivering voice.
"I hope you're satisfied." Said Michiru taking her coat and hat. She removed the ring we both wore for devotion from her hand and dropped on the bed, and it was lost in the sheets.
Wailing in her car, Michiru drove in a meaningless way in any direction the roads went. She wanted to stay in a hotel, but she felt the loneliness would be too much to bear. She would stay with Setsuna and Hotaru, but she was angry at Setsuna for knowing all about Haruka's liaisons and not telling her so that idea was eliminated. She felt horrible for leaving Haruka alone in that big house. She has said cold, cruel things to her. But it felt good. Pure rage had it exploded. Michiru wasn't familiar to these fierce emotions and she did not choose wisely. She had made promises she could not keep. She hated being alone, and she vowed not to go home. Where would she stay? Tears filled her eyes and she could not stop crying. Feeling limp, dead, Michiru used the last of her strength to her rediscovered friend's home, Makoto's.
A light knocking and a little bit of sniffling woke the light-sleeper Makoto up. She stumbled to the door, threw it open, and through her disheveled mess of brown hair, she saw a teary eyed Michiru and a suitcase. Makoto's eyes shimmered with hope, but her expression was pulled into a concerned face for her friend.
* About 3 Hours Later *
After much discussion, Michiru was sleeping on the sofa, and Makoto in her bedroom. Michiru didn't want to "bother" Makoto. Michiru changed into her nightgown and immediately fell into a deep, troublesome sleep. Makoto, however, could not get a wink of sleep with such a splendor in the house. Maybe she needs something, thought Makoto, rising from her rumpled bed. She silently tiptoed to the front room, where Michiru was snuggled on the sofa. Her hand was draped elegantly above her head, and the other lie limply off the sofa. She shifted, moving the covers away, and Makoto saw that the top buttons of her nightgown hadn't been buttoned. Enticed, Makoto crept closer, and looked lustfully at half of Michiru's bare breast. It was kind of innocent if one thought about it. I mean, I'm not going to TOUCH it, she told herself. Or am I? Quietly as she could, she shuffled closer. Hesitantly, she reached, and she felt warm skin to her cold hand. Michiru stirred. Makoto released and leaped behind the loveseat in utter terror.
After a horrible five minutes had passed, Makoto peeked over the loveseat to see Michiru smiling in her sleep. She probably thought I was Haruka, she told herself bitterly as she trudged to her bedroom.
* Morning *
A fierce banging on the door had only woken Michiru. She sleepily scuffled to the door. Setsuna was there, holding doughnuts, paper, and coffee. She glanced at Michiru's open nightgown, tousled hair, and sleepy eyes.
"Rough Night?"
"You could say." Said Michiru, buttoning her gown, not looking at her friend. "How did you know I was… oh wait, you know everything."
"Damn Skippy." Said Setsuna, stepping in. "Well, Makoto has quite a place." Michiru led Setsuna to the couch she had slept on the night before. The two drank coffee and ate doughnuts in silence until Setsuna spoke.
"When do you plan on going back?"
"Aren't you going to tell me?" Asked Michiru.
"I want to hear it from you."
"On Sunday. Hotaru's birthday is coming up soon."
"I see." Some more silence. "Why did you choose to stay with Makoto?"
"Because."
"I'll find out eventually." Sang Setsuna.
"I hate you." Said Michiru, scowling, playing with a doughnut.
"I hate you, too." Said Setsuna. "Tell me."
"Makoto and I, well, we've become friendlier lately." Said Michiru thoughtfully. "I mean, all the other girls, well they're all smitten with Haruka to even concern themselves in befriending me. But Makoto, well she's different."
You have no idea HOW different, Setsuna thought.
"That sounds logical." Said Setsuna. "Are you going to break up with her?"
"No." Said Michiru. "Probably not."
"What if I told you I knew someone who likes you." Said Setsuna, getting an idea.
"I already know about Seyia." Said Michiru.
"Not him." Grumbled Setsuna enviously. "I'm talking about a woman."
"A woman?" Asked Michiru. "Do I know her?"
"Yes."
"Who is she?"
"I'm not telling."
"Why not?"
"Because." Michiru glared, then smiled.
"I'll find out anyway!" She sang.
"Oh you will not."
"Will too!"
"How?"
"It's called a magic mirror."
"It's called you left it at home."
"Damn it."
"Are you going to get it?"
"No." Said Michiru. "I'm not setting foot in that house until Sunday."
"Such a pity." Smirked Setsuna. "Now I can tease you until Sunday."
"If you do, I'll tell Seyia how old you are." Setsuna growled.
"Fine."
"Setsuna?"
"What?"
"Tell me about Haruka's lover."
"Well, she has aqua green hair and blue eyes…"
"Setsuna!" Said Michiru furiously. "You know what I want to know!"
"Alright." Said Setsuna. "You asked for it." Setsuna took a deep breath. "She's blonde…"
"I already knew that!" Snapped Michiru. "Haruka has always had a thing for blondes."
"And she has brown eyes, she's kind of tall, and skinny."
"Skinner than me?"
"No."
"Prettier than me?"
"Never."
"Bigger… well… you know…"
"Yes."
"It figures."
"But she's no where near as smart or as talented as you are." Said Setsuna, helpfully.
"No one is." Laughed Michiru.
"And she also no where near as conceited or vain." Retorted Setsuna.
"Michiru San?" Called Makoto.
"I'd better go." Said Setsuna, taking the box of doughnuts and coffee. "I'll visit you soon."
"Don't tell Haruka where I am." Said Michiru. "Or Seyia will know you were born in 21 BC."
"Oh shut up." Said Setsuna, slamming the front door. Makoto dashed into the room.
"Nani?"
"Paper boy." Said Michiru, waving the paper Setsuna had brought in.
"Oh."
"Hungry?"
"Always."
"Can I make you breakfast?"
"You want to make me breakfast?"
"It's the least I can do. How do you feel about American food?" Makoto grimaced.
"Americans are fat." Michiru smiled.
"You need not worry about that." She smiled, poking Makoto in the stomach. Makoto blushed 12 shades of red at the touch. She touched me, she told herself. I'm never bathing again. Makoto went to the bathroom to examine her face, brush her hair, brush her teeth, and finger the exact spot where Michiru had poked her.
A delicious smell came from the kitchen in fifteen minutes.
"What is this?" Asked Makoto, stepping into her kitchen. Normally, she would have never allowed anyone to tamper in her kitchen. It was her laboratory, but for Michiru, well, everything about her was different. "What is that?"
"French toast."
"What is that white stuff."
"Powdered Sugar."
"Is it good?"
"Very."
"Okay." The two had a fantastic breakfast of French toast, bacon, eggs, and orange juice. After eating, Makoto asked,
"What would you like to do today?"
"Anything with you… I'd like" Michiru was going on in her sentence, but Makoto had already decided this was going to be the best day of her life.
- Fin Part 4-
A/N: Don't worry, it'll get better, I promise! Hee hee! I am just kind of exploring my possibilities. Well, let me know if you still like it, hate it or wish I never wrote it in the first place! Happy Holidays! Merry Christmas! Uh.. Happy Kwanza and Happy New Year! Love- Chrissy (Tink)
Author's note: As for review wise, Mandy, don't give hope on my story yet. It just might curve the way you want it to. Or not. The ideas in this story have not taken me a lot of thought or consideration. I get flows of ideas when I'm studying, day dreaming about my Prince (ess) Charming (whom magically can't find the directions to my house), at practice, eating dinner, talking to my mom/friends, in the shower… LOL let's not think about those ideas. Anyways, what I'm to say is that my ideas are never constant, they're flowing. Usually, there is an impulsive, or I regret to say 'predictable' -_-" twist. Additionally, I believe that the comment delivered about Haruka and Michiru being so much in "love" to cheat on another was kind of off beam (in a sense). In love, which I have been in before, there are mistakes. Mistakes are everywhere, usually the most powerful in love. True, I like you believe Haruka and Michiru share a deep love, but as always mistakes happen. And sometimes they aren't intentional. On a slight note, I love every single review and email I have received. I'm glad to know people read and critique my work. Y'all make me the happiest! Thanks a lot. Here is An Appealing Crush, the story that has been a lot of fun to write.
An Appealing Crush Part 4- Tinkerbelle
* …Precisely where we left off… *
As quickly as Makoto's hand grasped the door knob was a s quick as she let go. What the hell was she thinking? If she went over there and proclaimed her love, Haruka would be there. And Haruka is and has always been crazy jealous. Crazy people have chain saws, Makoto thought to herself, while removing her jacket. Maybe I should wait till I have her alone again, she told herself, settling into her comfy chair. She sat and watched the fire crackle, her thoughts her only company.
A yellow taxi cab pulled into the Water Side Estates. A beautiful woman stepped out, paid the driver, and stormed into her sumptuous home. An angry blonde was waiting for her.
"What took you?"
No reply.
"I'm talking to you, Michiru."
No reply again. Haruka peeked out the window.
"You came here in a cab?" she sneered. "Oh yeah I forgot, little kids can't drive."
"Shut up." Said Michiru. "Don't piss me off more than you already have."
"What did I do?" Started Haruka. "Look, I'm so sorry for interrupting your little tea party but there are things to do around this house."
"You're right." Said Michiru, tossing her purse to the floor. "Cooking, cleaning, vacuuming, dusting blah blah. It needs to be done!" Michiru stomped to the kitchen and thrust a pan on the stove. Haruka followed, scowling. "And the next time there are "things" to be done around this house, I will casually pull you from whatever it is you were doing be it washing you car or competing in a race because lately, what "we" get done around this house is all you have been caring about."
"I don't want to argue." Said Haruka, softly after a moment's silence.
"I don't either." Said Michiru, pulling ingredients from the stove. "So let's talk like adults."
"Yes let's…" Said Haruka, scooting closer to Michiru. "So, er, how was your day?"
"Fine." Said Michiru, slicing tomatoes. Chop, chop chop.
"Did you and Makoto have fun?" Asked Haruka. Chop, chop, chop.
"Yes." Chop, chop, chop.
"How can you have fun with children?" Snorted Haruka. The knife came up to point at Haruka.
"I would appreciate you not calling them, "children"." Said Michiru calmly. She went back to slicing. Haruka didn't get it.
"Well, I was just wondering what kind of company they are. They're all so immature and just… ugh. I couldn't stand them. How do you?" Michiru slammed down the knife.
"Well," She began. "If you must know, while you are out at meetings and races or out having sex with interesting people, I have to find company somewhere." Haruka was silent.
"What do you mean," She began. "by that?"
"You know damn well what I mean," Said Michiru, pushing back tears. "Look, you have to tell me who, why, when, and where before you can ever speak to me. Have I made myself clear?" Haruka's jaw clenched.
"I don't have to tell you anything. We're together, and we're equals remember?"
"Well if we're so damn equal, then you would have had the decency to be honest and tell me about it." Michiru shot Haruka a hateful look, with red eyes, puffy from holding back tears. "How could you do this, and keep it from me?" She screamed.
"Michiru, clam down." Haruka said. "Stop it!"
"Oh piss off." Michiru turned off the stove and slammed down the pot. "Make your own god damn dinner."
"Michiru please…" Said Haruka softly. "Calm down and let's talk about it."
"No thank you." Said Michiru, stomping upstairs. She quickly pulled out a suitcase and packed of couple of things.
"What do you think you are doing?" Asked Haruka, standing in the doorway, arms crossed.
"Since you're obviously not going to leave, I am." Michiru furiously packed brushes, makeup, clothes, lingerie.
"Michiru come on, you haven't even heard what I had to say." Said Haruka, in tone just above pleading.
"I don't want to talk about it." Said Michiru. "We'll discuss it Sunday after Hotaru visits."
"But today is Wednesday." Protested Haruka. "We can't hold in this in for a days. It will just get worse. Are you listening to me, Michiru?"
"You won't have any trouble keeping it in, Haruka." Said Michiru, picking up the suitcase. "I'm not coming back till Sunday morning."
"And where are you going?" Asked Haruka, on the verge of tears.
"Never mind that." Snapped Michiru. "At least you won't have to be worrying about me sleeping with someone else."
"Michiru…" Said Haruka, in a desperate, quivering voice.
"I hope you're satisfied." Said Michiru taking her coat and hat. She removed the ring we both wore for devotion from her hand and dropped on the bed, and it was lost in the sheets.
Wailing in her car, Michiru drove in a meaningless way in any direction the roads went. She wanted to stay in a hotel, but she felt the loneliness would be too much to bear. She would stay with Setsuna and Hotaru, but she was angry at Setsuna for knowing all about Haruka's liaisons and not telling her so that idea was eliminated. She felt horrible for leaving Haruka alone in that big house. She has said cold, cruel things to her. But it felt good. Pure rage had it exploded. Michiru wasn't familiar to these fierce emotions and she did not choose wisely. She had made promises she could not keep. She hated being alone, and she vowed not to go home. Where would she stay? Tears filled her eyes and she could not stop crying. Feeling limp, dead, Michiru used the last of her strength to her rediscovered friend's home, Makoto's.
A light knocking and a little bit of sniffling woke the light-sleeper Makoto up. She stumbled to the door, threw it open, and through her disheveled mess of brown hair, she saw a teary eyed Michiru and a suitcase. Makoto's eyes shimmered with hope, but her expression was pulled into a concerned face for her friend.
* About 3 Hours Later *
After much discussion, Michiru was sleeping on the sofa, and Makoto in her bedroom. Michiru didn't want to "bother" Makoto. Michiru changed into her nightgown and immediately fell into a deep, troublesome sleep. Makoto, however, could not get a wink of sleep with such a splendor in the house. Maybe she needs something, thought Makoto, rising from her rumpled bed. She silently tiptoed to the front room, where Michiru was snuggled on the sofa. Her hand was draped elegantly above her head, and the other lie limply off the sofa. She shifted, moving the covers away, and Makoto saw that the top buttons of her nightgown hadn't been buttoned. Enticed, Makoto crept closer, and looked lustfully at half of Michiru's bare breast. It was kind of innocent if one thought about it. I mean, I'm not going to TOUCH it, she told herself. Or am I? Quietly as she could, she shuffled closer. Hesitantly, she reached, and she felt warm skin to her cold hand. Michiru stirred. Makoto released and leaped behind the loveseat in utter terror.
After a horrible five minutes had passed, Makoto peeked over the loveseat to see Michiru smiling in her sleep. She probably thought I was Haruka, she told herself bitterly as she trudged to her bedroom.
* Morning *
A fierce banging on the door had only woken Michiru. She sleepily scuffled to the door. Setsuna was there, holding doughnuts, paper, and coffee. She glanced at Michiru's open nightgown, tousled hair, and sleepy eyes.
"Rough Night?"
"You could say." Said Michiru, buttoning her gown, not looking at her friend. "How did you know I was… oh wait, you know everything."
"Damn Skippy." Said Setsuna, stepping in. "Well, Makoto has quite a place." Michiru led Setsuna to the couch she had slept on the night before. The two drank coffee and ate doughnuts in silence until Setsuna spoke.
"When do you plan on going back?"
"Aren't you going to tell me?" Asked Michiru.
"I want to hear it from you."
"On Sunday. Hotaru's birthday is coming up soon."
"I see." Some more silence. "Why did you choose to stay with Makoto?"
"Because."
"I'll find out eventually." Sang Setsuna.
"I hate you." Said Michiru, scowling, playing with a doughnut.
"I hate you, too." Said Setsuna. "Tell me."
"Makoto and I, well, we've become friendlier lately." Said Michiru thoughtfully. "I mean, all the other girls, well they're all smitten with Haruka to even concern themselves in befriending me. But Makoto, well she's different."
You have no idea HOW different, Setsuna thought.
"That sounds logical." Said Setsuna. "Are you going to break up with her?"
"No." Said Michiru. "Probably not."
"What if I told you I knew someone who likes you." Said Setsuna, getting an idea.
"I already know about Seyia." Said Michiru.
"Not him." Grumbled Setsuna enviously. "I'm talking about a woman."
"A woman?" Asked Michiru. "Do I know her?"
"Yes."
"Who is she?"
"I'm not telling."
"Why not?"
"Because." Michiru glared, then smiled.
"I'll find out anyway!" She sang.
"Oh you will not."
"Will too!"
"How?"
"It's called a magic mirror."
"It's called you left it at home."
"Damn it."
"Are you going to get it?"
"No." Said Michiru. "I'm not setting foot in that house until Sunday."
"Such a pity." Smirked Setsuna. "Now I can tease you until Sunday."
"If you do, I'll tell Seyia how old you are." Setsuna growled.
"Fine."
"Setsuna?"
"What?"
"Tell me about Haruka's lover."
"Well, she has aqua green hair and blue eyes…"
"Setsuna!" Said Michiru furiously. "You know what I want to know!"
"Alright." Said Setsuna. "You asked for it." Setsuna took a deep breath. "She's blonde…"
"I already knew that!" Snapped Michiru. "Haruka has always had a thing for blondes."
"And she has brown eyes, she's kind of tall, and skinny."
"Skinner than me?"
"No."
"Prettier than me?"
"Never."
"Bigger… well… you know…"
"Yes."
"It figures."
"But she's no where near as smart or as talented as you are." Said Setsuna, helpfully.
"No one is." Laughed Michiru.
"And she also no where near as conceited or vain." Retorted Setsuna.
"Michiru San?" Called Makoto.
"I'd better go." Said Setsuna, taking the box of doughnuts and coffee. "I'll visit you soon."
"Don't tell Haruka where I am." Said Michiru. "Or Seyia will know you were born in 21 BC."
"Oh shut up." Said Setsuna, slamming the front door. Makoto dashed into the room.
"Nani?"
"Paper boy." Said Michiru, waving the paper Setsuna had brought in.
"Oh."
"Hungry?"
"Always."
"Can I make you breakfast?"
"You want to make me breakfast?"
"It's the least I can do. How do you feel about American food?" Makoto grimaced.
"Americans are fat." Michiru smiled.
"You need not worry about that." She smiled, poking Makoto in the stomach. Makoto blushed 12 shades of red at the touch. She touched me, she told herself. I'm never bathing again. Makoto went to the bathroom to examine her face, brush her hair, brush her teeth, and finger the exact spot where Michiru had poked her.
A delicious smell came from the kitchen in fifteen minutes.
"What is this?" Asked Makoto, stepping into her kitchen. Normally, she would have never allowed anyone to tamper in her kitchen. It was her laboratory, but for Michiru, well, everything about her was different. "What is that?"
"French toast."
"What is that white stuff."
"Powdered Sugar."
"Is it good?"
"Very."
"Okay." The two had a fantastic breakfast of French toast, bacon, eggs, and orange juice. After eating, Makoto asked,
"What would you like to do today?"
"Anything with you… I'd like" Michiru was going on in her sentence, but Makoto had already decided this was going to be the best day of her life.
- Fin Part 4-
A/N: Don't worry, it'll get better, I promise! Hee hee! I am just kind of exploring my possibilities. Well, let me know if you still like it, hate it or wish I never wrote it in the first place! Happy Holidays! Merry Christmas! Uh.. Happy Kwanza and Happy New Year! Love- Chrissy (Tink)