An Appealing Crush Part 5- Tinkerbelle
A/N: Y'all are simply wonderful! I'm all happy because I get reviews and responses from you. Happy Holidays and DO NOT EVER STOP reviewing!- xoxo Chrissy (Tink)
* A little bit before we left off…. (in case you forgot) *
"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. "well, I'd like to get to know you a little bit better."
"Uh… likewise." Makoto answered rising for her seat. "Don't worry about the dishes. Why don't you get ready and maybe we could take a walk downtown."
"Grand." Said Michiru, going up from her chair. "I'll take a shower." Please don't find the towels again, Makoto prayed to herself. Please don't.
Michiru took a long, long time in the shower. A very long time. Makoto had long since cleared the dishes, and was in her room contemplating what to wear. Michiru was a firm believer in fashion, and Makoto didn't want to look underdressed as she paraded along with Michiru today. She looked through her closet. Her skirt and peasant blouse? No, she didn't want to look like a sissy. Her suit and jacket? She wasn't going anywhere special… not that Michiru wasn't special, but no. Her Green shirt and slacks? That would work. It brought out her eyes. Makoto sat in front of her mirror. She moved her hair back, so she could see what she would look like with short hair. Hm, she thought, investigating her reflection. She looked like a girl with short hair. Nothing like Haruka, who had a 'dashingly handsome' look with short hair. Makoto sighed and let her hair down. She was no Haruka. She didn't ride on motorcycles or pick up girls like she picked up candy. She was plain, simple, humble. Nothing like Haruka. Maybe Michiru doesn't want another Haruka, she told herself. Maybe she wanted someone more… more… more Makoto. She wasn't anything special, but she was honest. She wasn't horribly masculine, but she was butch. And she wasn't arrogant, she was unassuming. Maybe Michiru would like that.
* Later *
"I want to go into the music shop." Said Michiru, pointing at a tiny shop. Makoto held the door open as Michiru stepped inside the antique music store, gingerly fingering the instruments. Makoto walked around the store, admiring all the pretty things she could never afford. Michiru strolled around, then she smiled. A glittering shiny white wood violin shone pleasantly before her. She turned to the merchant with an expectant glance. He merely nodded, and Michiru wield the violin. She winked at Makoto before closing her eyes and playing the most emotional tune she had ever heard. Makoto's eyes brimmed with tears, but they were wiped away well before Michiru opened her eyes again. Several shoppers stopped their shopping and applauded the young musician. When Michiru finally did open her eyes, they registered to the window. Her eyes narrowed and she glowered. Makoto's eyes turned to see what she was looking at, but all she saw was the glass window and people walking by.
"Let's go, Makoto." Said Michiru briskly. Makoto merely nodded. Michiru handed the violin back to the owner with a smile, and they both walked out the door.
* Night *
It was late at night when the two girls returned home. Makoto had learned a great deal about Michiru today. The two had gone to see a movie (where Michiru sat next to her!), gone out to dinner, and gone shopping. Michiru talked about her art and musical skills. Makoto talked about cooking, and how she wanted to open a flower shop or bakery. When Michiru asked about her "personal" life, Makoto spilled a glass of tea on the white tablecloth. She blushed in the memory. Michiru was too caught up the mess, so the question was never answered. Makoto sighed with relief. She checked the clock. Three am. Michiru must be asleep, she told herself, getting out of bed. No matter how much Makoto tried, she couldn't help but get out of bed to go and see Michiru sleep. She crept silently to the living room. The telephone rang and she scurried to her room to answer it. Makoto lifted the extension in her bed room. Apparently, Michiru had already got it. Makoto, curious, listened in.
"You said you would call at two."
"I did no such thing. I said three." Setsuna.
"Well you could have woken her up." Said Michiru.
"So anyway," Continued Setsuna. "about tonight… Seyia was wonderful…" Makoto noticed that it was a fairly innocent conversation and she felt guilty for eavesdropping. She hung up the phone and slid into bed. Five minutes later, inquisitiveness poured though her, and she lifted the phone to her ear.
"I can't help the way I feel about her." Michiru said. "No matter how hard I try."
"I understand, Michiru."
"No you don't."
"Yes I do."
"No, you don't."
"Yes I do, damn it."
"No… you just don't understand the way she was looking at me… with those green eyes… and uhh… she was wearing that sexy green shirt."
"Spare me the details."
"Some friend."
"I know."
"I love her. But I can't let her know yet." Almost about to shout with excitement, Makoto hung up the phone. She was ecstatic. SHE had green eyes. SHE was wearng a green shirt. SHE was looking at Michiru with desire all over her face. And MICHIRU LIKED HER! She was in love! This was too much. And poor Michiru, trying hard to keep her feelings hidden from me. She didn't need to! If she only knew I felt the same! How should I go about this? What should I do? One person knew.
* at some ungodly hour of the same evening *
"Do you know what time it is, baka?"
"I'm sorry, Minako, but I needed to talk to someone!"
"What the hell do you want?!?!?"
"It's Michiru… she wants me." A fierce howl of laughter was heard.
"Kaioh Michiru wants you? Too funny! Oh come on, Makoto, it's too early for jokes."
"I'm not joking." Grumbled Makoto, angrily. "She does!"
"How do you know?"
"She told Setsuna."
"When?"
"Tonight?"
"Yes… on the phone."
"Did Setsuna tell you this?"
"No… I was listening on the phone."
"Are you a physic?"
"No, fool, Michiru is here!"
"She is? Why?"
"Because her and Haruka had some kind of argument and she needed a place to stay."
"Did she tell you why they argued?"
"No."
"Is she sleeping with you?"
"What kind of question is that?"
"I'm a goddess of love." Snapped Minako. "I can ask whatever I want."
"No."
"I thought not."
"Well, what should I do?"
"I'll investigate the matter tomorrow." Said Minako importantly.
"When?"
"Make sure you and Michiru magically appear at the diner at three."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Good night."
"Good night." Makoto didn't sleep. She spent her time thinking what a wonderful world it was. Michiru was in love with her.
* On the other side of town, at the same ungodly hour *
"You're gonna get sick and die if you eat another microwavable burrito, Haruka."
"Well if I had someone to cook for me I wouldn't have this problem." Haruka rubbed her belly. "Care to take the job?"
"And put up with you? Like hell I will."
"Thanks." Said Haruka, tossing the empty burrito box at her.
"So, tell me, why is Michiru gone?" Asked Setsuna, wryly.
"Don't even start, Setsuna." Began Haruka. "I know you know what happened."
"That's about all you know."
"Hey, screw you."
"That's whatever her name's job."
"No, it's Michiru's." Said Haruka, burying her head in her hands.
"Well if you feel this awful," Began Setsuna. "Why did you do it?"
"I'm a sucker for temptation."
"Is that it?"
"No… it's just… I feel like Michiru ignores me sometimes."
"Michiru doesn't ignore you. How can anyone ignore you? I can't even ignore you no matter how hard I try!"
"Thanks a lot, Puu."
"I'm sorry, Haruka Kun. Please elaborate."
"Much better." Said Haruka, running her hand though her messy blonde hair. "I feel like Michiru is kind of embarrassed of me, and it's like she goes and throws herself into her art or music or friends to keep away from me."
"Haruka!" Scolded Setsuna. "Why would she do that?"
"Because…"
"Nani?"
"Because it must be embarrassing to be seen with some cross dressing failure as a woman."
"Where is your self confidence?"
"Wherever Michiru is."
"Oh…"
"Michiru's embarrassed of me. I know it!"
"Michiru would never feel like that."
"Of course not." Spit Haruka. "Michiru's too damn perfect." Setsuna propped her chin in her hand thoughtfully.
"Michiru loves you." She said, finally speaking. "And she would never ignore you. But, I still don't understand why you cheated on her. I saw the girl you went with."
"You saw Daisy?"
"I see everything."
"Oh yeah…"
"Why?"
"Because she didn't seem embarrassed that I was a girl. And she wasn't so… poise. It felt nice to be with someone who wasn't as perfect, and who was a regular mediocre person."
"So you don't like Michiru's natural "miss perfect" bit?"
"That's just it…. After two dates with Daisy, I began to miss Michiru's ways! It was crazy!"
"What did she do?"
"Well, she didn't tell me to put my napkin on my lap, and she didn't let me open doors for her, and she didn't let me pay the bill."
"So?"
"You don't get it do you?" Asked Haruka, banging her fist on the table. "The woman BURPED in front of me."
"Something Michiru would never do."
"Exactly!"
"Damn her!"
"Damn Michiru." Said Haruka, banging her head on the table. "She's ruined me for other women."
"I think she's done them a favor."
"Oh go away, Puu."
"With pleasure." Setsuna, got up, and took her coat.
"Hey!" Said Haruka. "Where are you going?"
"Away."
"Why?"
"Because." Before Setsuna opened the door and let herself out she said, "All I can say is you better have a good explination for Michiru on Sunday, as I don't think that was the only reason why you did that." Setsuna walked out into the cold night.
* Morning *
"Good Morning, Makoto San." Said Michiru, sliding into bed with Makoto.
"Uh… good morning." Said the brunette, shocked to be in the same bed with Michiru.
"I had a horrible night," Cooed Michiru "and I was wondering if you could perhaps you wouldn't mind me sleeping with you."
"No, not at all." Said Makoto, scratching her head.
"And about Sunday," Said Michiru, whispering in Makoto's ear. "I don't think I'm going back."
"Why not?"
"Because I love you, Makoto." Michiru wrapped her arms around her neck. "Did you hear me Makoto? I love you! Makoto? Makoto? Makoto!?!?"
- Fin Part 5 -
A/N: This one was hard to write. So many mixed ideas. So few reviews…. * cough cough * Um… Happy New Years! Keep reviewing me!
A/N: Y'all are simply wonderful! I'm all happy because I get reviews and responses from you. Happy Holidays and DO NOT EVER STOP reviewing!- xoxo Chrissy (Tink)
* A little bit before we left off…. (in case you forgot) *
"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. "well, I'd like to get to know you a little bit better."
"Uh… likewise." Makoto answered rising for her seat. "Don't worry about the dishes. Why don't you get ready and maybe we could take a walk downtown."
"Grand." Said Michiru, going up from her chair. "I'll take a shower." Please don't find the towels again, Makoto prayed to herself. Please don't.
Michiru took a long, long time in the shower. A very long time. Makoto had long since cleared the dishes, and was in her room contemplating what to wear. Michiru was a firm believer in fashion, and Makoto didn't want to look underdressed as she paraded along with Michiru today. She looked through her closet. Her skirt and peasant blouse? No, she didn't want to look like a sissy. Her suit and jacket? She wasn't going anywhere special… not that Michiru wasn't special, but no. Her Green shirt and slacks? That would work. It brought out her eyes. Makoto sat in front of her mirror. She moved her hair back, so she could see what she would look like with short hair. Hm, she thought, investigating her reflection. She looked like a girl with short hair. Nothing like Haruka, who had a 'dashingly handsome' look with short hair. Makoto sighed and let her hair down. She was no Haruka. She didn't ride on motorcycles or pick up girls like she picked up candy. She was plain, simple, humble. Nothing like Haruka. Maybe Michiru doesn't want another Haruka, she told herself. Maybe she wanted someone more… more… more Makoto. She wasn't anything special, but she was honest. She wasn't horribly masculine, but she was butch. And she wasn't arrogant, she was unassuming. Maybe Michiru would like that.
* Later *
"I want to go into the music shop." Said Michiru, pointing at a tiny shop. Makoto held the door open as Michiru stepped inside the antique music store, gingerly fingering the instruments. Makoto walked around the store, admiring all the pretty things she could never afford. Michiru strolled around, then she smiled. A glittering shiny white wood violin shone pleasantly before her. She turned to the merchant with an expectant glance. He merely nodded, and Michiru wield the violin. She winked at Makoto before closing her eyes and playing the most emotional tune she had ever heard. Makoto's eyes brimmed with tears, but they were wiped away well before Michiru opened her eyes again. Several shoppers stopped their shopping and applauded the young musician. When Michiru finally did open her eyes, they registered to the window. Her eyes narrowed and she glowered. Makoto's eyes turned to see what she was looking at, but all she saw was the glass window and people walking by.
"Let's go, Makoto." Said Michiru briskly. Makoto merely nodded. Michiru handed the violin back to the owner with a smile, and they both walked out the door.
* Night *
It was late at night when the two girls returned home. Makoto had learned a great deal about Michiru today. The two had gone to see a movie (where Michiru sat next to her!), gone out to dinner, and gone shopping. Michiru talked about her art and musical skills. Makoto talked about cooking, and how she wanted to open a flower shop or bakery. When Michiru asked about her "personal" life, Makoto spilled a glass of tea on the white tablecloth. She blushed in the memory. Michiru was too caught up the mess, so the question was never answered. Makoto sighed with relief. She checked the clock. Three am. Michiru must be asleep, she told herself, getting out of bed. No matter how much Makoto tried, she couldn't help but get out of bed to go and see Michiru sleep. She crept silently to the living room. The telephone rang and she scurried to her room to answer it. Makoto lifted the extension in her bed room. Apparently, Michiru had already got it. Makoto, curious, listened in.
"You said you would call at two."
"I did no such thing. I said three." Setsuna.
"Well you could have woken her up." Said Michiru.
"So anyway," Continued Setsuna. "about tonight… Seyia was wonderful…" Makoto noticed that it was a fairly innocent conversation and she felt guilty for eavesdropping. She hung up the phone and slid into bed. Five minutes later, inquisitiveness poured though her, and she lifted the phone to her ear.
"I can't help the way I feel about her." Michiru said. "No matter how hard I try."
"I understand, Michiru."
"No you don't."
"Yes I do."
"No, you don't."
"Yes I do, damn it."
"No… you just don't understand the way she was looking at me… with those green eyes… and uhh… she was wearing that sexy green shirt."
"Spare me the details."
"Some friend."
"I know."
"I love her. But I can't let her know yet." Almost about to shout with excitement, Makoto hung up the phone. She was ecstatic. SHE had green eyes. SHE was wearng a green shirt. SHE was looking at Michiru with desire all over her face. And MICHIRU LIKED HER! She was in love! This was too much. And poor Michiru, trying hard to keep her feelings hidden from me. She didn't need to! If she only knew I felt the same! How should I go about this? What should I do? One person knew.
* at some ungodly hour of the same evening *
"Do you know what time it is, baka?"
"I'm sorry, Minako, but I needed to talk to someone!"
"What the hell do you want?!?!?"
"It's Michiru… she wants me." A fierce howl of laughter was heard.
"Kaioh Michiru wants you? Too funny! Oh come on, Makoto, it's too early for jokes."
"I'm not joking." Grumbled Makoto, angrily. "She does!"
"How do you know?"
"She told Setsuna."
"When?"
"Tonight?"
"Yes… on the phone."
"Did Setsuna tell you this?"
"No… I was listening on the phone."
"Are you a physic?"
"No, fool, Michiru is here!"
"She is? Why?"
"Because her and Haruka had some kind of argument and she needed a place to stay."
"Did she tell you why they argued?"
"No."
"Is she sleeping with you?"
"What kind of question is that?"
"I'm a goddess of love." Snapped Minako. "I can ask whatever I want."
"No."
"I thought not."
"Well, what should I do?"
"I'll investigate the matter tomorrow." Said Minako importantly.
"When?"
"Make sure you and Michiru magically appear at the diner at three."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Good night."
"Good night." Makoto didn't sleep. She spent her time thinking what a wonderful world it was. Michiru was in love with her.
* On the other side of town, at the same ungodly hour *
"You're gonna get sick and die if you eat another microwavable burrito, Haruka."
"Well if I had someone to cook for me I wouldn't have this problem." Haruka rubbed her belly. "Care to take the job?"
"And put up with you? Like hell I will."
"Thanks." Said Haruka, tossing the empty burrito box at her.
"So, tell me, why is Michiru gone?" Asked Setsuna, wryly.
"Don't even start, Setsuna." Began Haruka. "I know you know what happened."
"That's about all you know."
"Hey, screw you."
"That's whatever her name's job."
"No, it's Michiru's." Said Haruka, burying her head in her hands.
"Well if you feel this awful," Began Setsuna. "Why did you do it?"
"I'm a sucker for temptation."
"Is that it?"
"No… it's just… I feel like Michiru ignores me sometimes."
"Michiru doesn't ignore you. How can anyone ignore you? I can't even ignore you no matter how hard I try!"
"Thanks a lot, Puu."
"I'm sorry, Haruka Kun. Please elaborate."
"Much better." Said Haruka, running her hand though her messy blonde hair. "I feel like Michiru is kind of embarrassed of me, and it's like she goes and throws herself into her art or music or friends to keep away from me."
"Haruka!" Scolded Setsuna. "Why would she do that?"
"Because…"
"Nani?"
"Because it must be embarrassing to be seen with some cross dressing failure as a woman."
"Where is your self confidence?"
"Wherever Michiru is."
"Oh…"
"Michiru's embarrassed of me. I know it!"
"Michiru would never feel like that."
"Of course not." Spit Haruka. "Michiru's too damn perfect." Setsuna propped her chin in her hand thoughtfully.
"Michiru loves you." She said, finally speaking. "And she would never ignore you. But, I still don't understand why you cheated on her. I saw the girl you went with."
"You saw Daisy?"
"I see everything."
"Oh yeah…"
"Why?"
"Because she didn't seem embarrassed that I was a girl. And she wasn't so… poise. It felt nice to be with someone who wasn't as perfect, and who was a regular mediocre person."
"So you don't like Michiru's natural "miss perfect" bit?"
"That's just it…. After two dates with Daisy, I began to miss Michiru's ways! It was crazy!"
"What did she do?"
"Well, she didn't tell me to put my napkin on my lap, and she didn't let me open doors for her, and she didn't let me pay the bill."
"So?"
"You don't get it do you?" Asked Haruka, banging her fist on the table. "The woman BURPED in front of me."
"Something Michiru would never do."
"Exactly!"
"Damn her!"
"Damn Michiru." Said Haruka, banging her head on the table. "She's ruined me for other women."
"I think she's done them a favor."
"Oh go away, Puu."
"With pleasure." Setsuna, got up, and took her coat.
"Hey!" Said Haruka. "Where are you going?"
"Away."
"Why?"
"Because." Before Setsuna opened the door and let herself out she said, "All I can say is you better have a good explination for Michiru on Sunday, as I don't think that was the only reason why you did that." Setsuna walked out into the cold night.
* Morning *
"Good Morning, Makoto San." Said Michiru, sliding into bed with Makoto.
"Uh… good morning." Said the brunette, shocked to be in the same bed with Michiru.
"I had a horrible night," Cooed Michiru "and I was wondering if you could perhaps you wouldn't mind me sleeping with you."
"No, not at all." Said Makoto, scratching her head.
"And about Sunday," Said Michiru, whispering in Makoto's ear. "I don't think I'm going back."
"Why not?"
"Because I love you, Makoto." Michiru wrapped her arms around her neck. "Did you hear me Makoto? I love you! Makoto? Makoto? Makoto!?!?"
- Fin Part 5 -
A/N: This one was hard to write. So many mixed ideas. So few reviews…. * cough cough * Um… Happy New Years! Keep reviewing me!