This fic is a sequel to "The Rain Murderer". I have ideas for this
storyline, so if someone hates it, piss off. If anyone likes it, be
welcome, review it.
I decided to make it in chapters, like most of my other stories.
Warning: I don't know with what relationship between Haruka and Michiru
it will end.
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She opened the door and took an unsure step ahead. Sun was so bright...
She shielded her eyes with a hand. The door slammed shut and she winced.
There was quiet inside, and she almost forgot how loud, lively was the
city actually, outside that big white house, where she got everything
but ability to leave.
"Hey, cutie, wanna have a ride?"
She strained, for an instant, and then it got to her who was calling.
Who grinned at her happily from a near parked car. "C'mon, what are
you waiting for?" the person in question leapt from the car and caught
her in tight embrace while she's rushing at her only friend, her soulmate.
"Thank you, Ruka-chan" she said softly.
"For what? I promised to take you home, so here I am" shrugged Haruka
and took other's light handbag. "I'm so glad it's over, Michi"
"Hai, it is" was almost inaudible shaky whisper, like she was going to
cry in relief. But she didn't. Michiru sneaked a glance at a building
she left forever, and sent in mind a last farewell to place she'd never
see again. Where she paid for crimes she never did, but felt guilty for.
Where she tried to let go her pain. Did she?
The car sped off towards the street.
...Damn it, how happened that I never noticed her paleness, fragility
before? Many hours I've spend at her side, watching her peaceful sleep,
talking about some funny nonesense to keep her in a good mood. Being
around for her to give support. Maybe that's surrounding played tricks
with me, and she didn't seem to be weak between ill people. But then
she walked out of clinic in her old blue coat, her hands squeezing
nervously little bag with her other stuff. In the way coat hang on her
shoulders was clearly seen that she lost much weight. And her delicate
features were so pale... I felt like my heart was thorned apart, when
I saw her eyes - sad, tired, full of knowledge of something people
normally don't know. How she looked around confused and raised her hand
to her beautiful face. I thought it would be better for her to see my
old good self, confident and wit. But to tell the truth, I didn't feel
like smiling at all then...
Michiru looked around. "I like it here"
"Oh, how I hoped to hear something of that kind!" sighed Haruka and
unbuttoned her jeans jacket. "Well, you beter go and take a nap, you
must be tired, indeed, and I'll begin unpacking our stuff" she nodded
at boxes and bags towering in the corner. "A battle to win"
When Michiru was about to protest, she was gently motioned to her new
bedroom. Of their new flat they will share with Haruka. She started
planning what goes where, but soon fell asleep. Haruka tip-toed in and
tucked sheets more comfortable around Michiru's curled form. She'd
give her a kiss on the forehead, but was afraid to wake her up.
*Welcome home* she thought. *At last, we have a place to call that*
She picked up a box, awfully heavy one, and began storing books on the
table. *This place screams for shelves* she pointed out observing the
empty wall. Haruka brushed back a wild straw of hair and opened other
box, this time Michiru's one, with different little things indside.
*Nah, it's up to Michi to find a place for all this stuff* she decided.
*Interesting, how long she's gonna sleep?* Haruka glanced at her watch.
She'd turn on some music, if she was alone, cause housekeeping was the
most boring thing she ever had to do. She began humming quietly.
"How's unpacking, Ruka-chan?" was a sleepy voice from behind her, and
she turned to see stratching Michiru.
"Nice enough" shrugged Haruka. "I'm even being so evil that left you a
couple of boxes too"
"That's great! But, first of all, what's wrong with this books?"
"No shelves, that's all. We need to buy some for your room too"
"So let's go right now!" Michiru's face lit up. "I feel so good, so
full of energy..." she said with hope. Haruka hazitated for a moment,
but then other girl's look, more healthier than in the morning, ensured
her in Michiru's rightness. "Sure" she nodded.
"What about this?" Haruka pointed at a shelf at left.
"Too simple" shook her head Michiru and continued scanning the catalogue.
"This furniture is awesome" she commented. "I wanna buy something for
kitchen, but we need so much things"
"I thought we have all" murmured Haruka. Michiru glared at her. "You
have no idea how incomplete is that 'all'"
Haruka smirked. Suddenly her face's expression changed to a surprised.
"What?" surprised Michiru, then spotted a young woman leading to them
graciously. She had long wavy black hair with two little buns, enveloping
her like a waterfall, and piercing azure eyes. She held hands at her
metallic leather-clad hips.
"Konnichiwa, Ten'ou-san" said the woman with deep melodic voice.
"Konnichiwa, Dark Moon-san" answered Haruka, still a bit startled. Dark
Moon! A famous star singer, known all over the world.
"It's a pleasure to meet you" replied the woman. "I heard you are the
best detective in Tokyo"
"People say a lot" shrugged Haruka. Michiru just stared at them in
confusion. She never heard of a woman named Dark Moon. Then she elbowed
the blonde, who seemed to forget about her.
*Ouch!* "Oh, it's my friend and partner, Kaiou Michiru"
Dark Moon smiled bittersweetly. "Maybe, we'll meet soon" she murmured
pensively to Haruka, narrowing her crystal blue eyes, and her ruby lips
curved in a half-smile. She dissovled in the crowd.
"Should I got scared, or something?" mumbled Haruka. "What?"
"Who's that?" asked Michiru.
While Haruka explained, the sound of beautiful female singing, accompanied
by tender guitar accords, caught their attention. It was coming from music
department.
"Kiss away my weakness
Kiss away my pain
Brush away with fingertips
All I did in vain.
All I tried to reach you
Catch you in your flow
Cause I never dreamed that
You are mine
And we're the one in love"
...Dark Moon had a wonderful voice indeed. But I didn't care much about
her strange words. I was so happy to see Michiru at home, that couldn't
think of anything else but her. We walked a little, the spring weather
was great...
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Be continued...
storyline, so if someone hates it, piss off. If anyone likes it, be
welcome, review it.
I decided to make it in chapters, like most of my other stories.
Warning: I don't know with what relationship between Haruka and Michiru
it will end.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She opened the door and took an unsure step ahead. Sun was so bright...
She shielded her eyes with a hand. The door slammed shut and she winced.
There was quiet inside, and she almost forgot how loud, lively was the
city actually, outside that big white house, where she got everything
but ability to leave.
"Hey, cutie, wanna have a ride?"
She strained, for an instant, and then it got to her who was calling.
Who grinned at her happily from a near parked car. "C'mon, what are
you waiting for?" the person in question leapt from the car and caught
her in tight embrace while she's rushing at her only friend, her soulmate.
"Thank you, Ruka-chan" she said softly.
"For what? I promised to take you home, so here I am" shrugged Haruka
and took other's light handbag. "I'm so glad it's over, Michi"
"Hai, it is" was almost inaudible shaky whisper, like she was going to
cry in relief. But she didn't. Michiru sneaked a glance at a building
she left forever, and sent in mind a last farewell to place she'd never
see again. Where she paid for crimes she never did, but felt guilty for.
Where she tried to let go her pain. Did she?
The car sped off towards the street.
...Damn it, how happened that I never noticed her paleness, fragility
before? Many hours I've spend at her side, watching her peaceful sleep,
talking about some funny nonesense to keep her in a good mood. Being
around for her to give support. Maybe that's surrounding played tricks
with me, and she didn't seem to be weak between ill people. But then
she walked out of clinic in her old blue coat, her hands squeezing
nervously little bag with her other stuff. In the way coat hang on her
shoulders was clearly seen that she lost much weight. And her delicate
features were so pale... I felt like my heart was thorned apart, when
I saw her eyes - sad, tired, full of knowledge of something people
normally don't know. How she looked around confused and raised her hand
to her beautiful face. I thought it would be better for her to see my
old good self, confident and wit. But to tell the truth, I didn't feel
like smiling at all then...
Michiru looked around. "I like it here"
"Oh, how I hoped to hear something of that kind!" sighed Haruka and
unbuttoned her jeans jacket. "Well, you beter go and take a nap, you
must be tired, indeed, and I'll begin unpacking our stuff" she nodded
at boxes and bags towering in the corner. "A battle to win"
When Michiru was about to protest, she was gently motioned to her new
bedroom. Of their new flat they will share with Haruka. She started
planning what goes where, but soon fell asleep. Haruka tip-toed in and
tucked sheets more comfortable around Michiru's curled form. She'd
give her a kiss on the forehead, but was afraid to wake her up.
*Welcome home* she thought. *At last, we have a place to call that*
She picked up a box, awfully heavy one, and began storing books on the
table. *This place screams for shelves* she pointed out observing the
empty wall. Haruka brushed back a wild straw of hair and opened other
box, this time Michiru's one, with different little things indside.
*Nah, it's up to Michi to find a place for all this stuff* she decided.
*Interesting, how long she's gonna sleep?* Haruka glanced at her watch.
She'd turn on some music, if she was alone, cause housekeeping was the
most boring thing she ever had to do. She began humming quietly.
"How's unpacking, Ruka-chan?" was a sleepy voice from behind her, and
she turned to see stratching Michiru.
"Nice enough" shrugged Haruka. "I'm even being so evil that left you a
couple of boxes too"
"That's great! But, first of all, what's wrong with this books?"
"No shelves, that's all. We need to buy some for your room too"
"So let's go right now!" Michiru's face lit up. "I feel so good, so
full of energy..." she said with hope. Haruka hazitated for a moment,
but then other girl's look, more healthier than in the morning, ensured
her in Michiru's rightness. "Sure" she nodded.
"What about this?" Haruka pointed at a shelf at left.
"Too simple" shook her head Michiru and continued scanning the catalogue.
"This furniture is awesome" she commented. "I wanna buy something for
kitchen, but we need so much things"
"I thought we have all" murmured Haruka. Michiru glared at her. "You
have no idea how incomplete is that 'all'"
Haruka smirked. Suddenly her face's expression changed to a surprised.
"What?" surprised Michiru, then spotted a young woman leading to them
graciously. She had long wavy black hair with two little buns, enveloping
her like a waterfall, and piercing azure eyes. She held hands at her
metallic leather-clad hips.
"Konnichiwa, Ten'ou-san" said the woman with deep melodic voice.
"Konnichiwa, Dark Moon-san" answered Haruka, still a bit startled. Dark
Moon! A famous star singer, known all over the world.
"It's a pleasure to meet you" replied the woman. "I heard you are the
best detective in Tokyo"
"People say a lot" shrugged Haruka. Michiru just stared at them in
confusion. She never heard of a woman named Dark Moon. Then she elbowed
the blonde, who seemed to forget about her.
*Ouch!* "Oh, it's my friend and partner, Kaiou Michiru"
Dark Moon smiled bittersweetly. "Maybe, we'll meet soon" she murmured
pensively to Haruka, narrowing her crystal blue eyes, and her ruby lips
curved in a half-smile. She dissovled in the crowd.
"Should I got scared, or something?" mumbled Haruka. "What?"
"Who's that?" asked Michiru.
While Haruka explained, the sound of beautiful female singing, accompanied
by tender guitar accords, caught their attention. It was coming from music
department.
"Kiss away my weakness
Kiss away my pain
Brush away with fingertips
All I did in vain.
All I tried to reach you
Catch you in your flow
Cause I never dreamed that
You are mine
And we're the one in love"
...Dark Moon had a wonderful voice indeed. But I didn't care much about
her strange words. I was so happy to see Michiru at home, that couldn't
think of anything else but her. We walked a little, the spring weather
was great...
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Be continued...