Chapter 12: Snobby Encounter Of The Third Kind
The next morning, Haruka and Michiru walked into the school building, holding hands. Joe, who was leaning against the wall next to the door, smoking a cigarette, of course saw this and grinned. "Finally!" the American called out, jumping down the stairs. "I knew that you would hook up!" Both Haruka and Michiru gave her an odd look, but neither of them made a comment. Unfortunately, Noriko did. "Aww, look at those two dykes!" the snobby girl jeered. "Aren't they cute? Hey, Haruka, how is it, did you already lick Michirus carpet?" Haruka didn't bother to turn around and answer the girls question, and that got Noriko even madder. "What is it, you fucking dyke, are you too good to talk to me?" she snapped. Haruka clenched her teeth, but still didn't say anything. Michiru, on the other hand, turned around to face Noriko. "Shut up!" the aqua haired girl hissed, anger in her eyes. She was sick of getting hurt, and she was sick of defending herself just because of her sexual orientation. "You don't tell me what to do, bitch!" Noriko snapped back. An evil glint appeared in her eyes. "And besides, I refuse to talk to a girl who fucks her stepfather." Michirus eyes went wide, and all the color drained from her face. She stumbled back, while Haruka spun around and suddenly grabbed Norikos collar, slamming her into the wall and holding her there. "You take that back." The blonde pressed out between clenched teeth. "Now." Noriko didn't show any fear, instead she grinned into Harukas face. "Why should I? It's the truth, isn't it?" Meanwhile, a small group of people had gathered around the girls, whispering. Joe was leading Michiru away a few steps, trying to comfort her. "Does the little word rape mean something to you?" Haruka now snapped, still holding Noriko against the wall. "If not, maybe you should look it up in the dictionary for a definition, slut!" "It always takes two to tango." Noriko answered. The crowd around the two girls gasped; that was mean. Suddenly, Haruka lashed out and punched Norikos face as hard as she could. The snobby girl yelped in surprise and pain, and Haruka just prepared to hit her again, when suddenly a strong hand grabbed her wrist. "Stop it!" Hiroshi yelled. "Leave her alone!" "Fuck off!" Haruka shouted back, anger in her eyes. And, much to the surprise of all others, tears. Nobody had seen Haruka cry before. Never. Michiru rushed to her lovers side and gently took her arm. "Haruka, let go of her. Please." The aqua haired girl begged. "I'll kill her." Haruka replied, her voice hoarse. She swallowed hard to keep the tears from flowing and talked on. "If I don't, I'll never have peace…we'll never have peace, Michiru." Michiru took Harukas face into her hands, looking at her with pleading, loving eyes. "Stop it. Please, for me." Haruka closed her eyes for a second and finally let go of Noriko. "Get out of my eyes. Now." The blonde commanded. Noriko quickly scrambled away, holding her cheek where Harukas fist had landed. Michiru pulled the blonde into her arms, holding her tight. The blonde looked up to see Joe, talking on her cellphone. Her friends face looked rather unhappy, and for some reason the American was in a frenzy. Finally, Joe finished her talk and ran over to Haruka and Michiru, a worried look on her face. "Haruka, Michiru, the police just called. Satoshi managed to flee from prison."
"What?" Michiru gave her American friend a shocked look. "He escaped? How could that happen?" Haruka pulled her into a hug. "Don't worry, love, you are safe with me in my apartment." Michiru seemed to calm down a little. "Yes, you're right…he won't find me there. Hopefully they catch him soon." "Oh, I guess they will." Joe replied, grinning. "But now we should get into class before the teacher arrives." Both Haruka and Michiru nodded and walked into the building. Satoshi watched them from afar, an evil glint in his eyes.
"…so, we assume that the variable A stands for…Haruka!" The mathematics teacher stared at her blonde student, half angered, half amused. "Put your hands on the desk, both of them!" "Aww." Haruka moaned while the rest of the class, including Michiru, cracked up. "See", the teacher continued, "I really don't mind you being with Michiru, but do you think that you can concentrate on Algebra when you're stroking her thigh?" "No." Haruka sighed, putting both hands on the desk as requested. "Very good." The teacher giggled and turned back to her lesson. Haruka tried to concentrate, but she failed when Michirus hand suddenly came to a rest on her upper leg. Haruka swallowed hard, and Michiru gave her a cute little smile. "So, where was I?" the teacher spoke. "Ah, yes. Okay, we assume that…Michiru!" The class cracked up again, and the teacher shook her head. "Listen, you two…stop that right now, or I have to separate you." "Noo." Haruka and Michiru said in unison. "Good. Save that for Biology, then." Haruka chuckled while Michiru nodded. "Okay. Sorry." The aqua haired girl apologized. The teacher smiled and nodded before she returned to her lesson. Much to her dismay, she was interrupted again when someone knocked the door. "Yes please?" the teacher called out. The door opened, and Satoshi entered, grinning. "Hello. I'm here to get my daughter."