"..innocent. I find that William is guilty of grand theft, even though the item of choice was not taken. The sentence will be reviewed later," the judge billowed, and Haruka let out a sigh of relief.
She looked at the smaller woman, who smiled at her. "Thank you, Michiru."
"Anytime, 'Ruka."
Michiru sat on the couch, a million thoughts running through her mind. She couldn't let Haruka get as close as already she was. She had her reasons, and she wouldn't allow Haruka to get hurt..just like.. No. The memory hurt, and she dared not touch it.
She would wait until the next morning. She'd have to.
"..Mr. William Bradson was sentenced to two years in prison for his crime...," Haruka read aloud from the paper the next day. She smiled when Michiru came in, but her expression dimmed when the girl only looked away.
"Michiru? Is something bothering you?"
Michiru sat down at her breakfast table and faced the blonde. Her eyes worried Haruka. She placed her hand slowly on the smaller woman's.
"Yes, something is wrong, Haruka. I need to talk to you."
"Okay. About what?"
"About what you said in the court. About loving me, remember?."
Haruka looked pale and simply nodded. Was this was she had hoped for or what she dreaded?Michiru was frightened of what she had to say. She would hate herself for it and she knew Haruka would, too.
"Haruka.." She looked down at her lap, then looked up again, meeting the worried teal eyes. She took a deep breath. "I don't think we could ever be a couple."
So what if she hadn't been true to her feelings when she said it? Michiru sat on a bed in a guest room alone. She let Haruka stay in her room for the night. The blonde had seemed very upset.
Her stomach and heart ached. She longed for Haruka's gentle hug and kind words. However, her mind only reminded her of what had happened long ago and how she vowed not to let it happen to the one she loved now.
She remembered the first girl she had ever loved when she was only 16. She recalled that the girl's name was Koneko.
Koneko had good grades, looks, and had everything going for her. She was a lesbian, and fell in love with Michiru because of her personality when the girl was her partner for a science project. Michiru was her first and only girlfriend, and everything she could ever have hoped for.
Michiru closed her eyes tight and tried to forget again. It only made the memory stronger and pained her more. There was also a dull ache in her hands.
Koneko's parents found out about her sexuality, but didn't seem to mind. But her brother found out. He had hated Koneko for years because she was the parents' favorite. He hated this minor "flaw", which to him was up there with insulting God. One night, he bought a large, heavy gun and shot his sister while she slept.
Michiru still remembered and blamed herself for it. She recalled sitting at home that night, and receiving a phone call. She remembered the dreaded words best expressed over the telephone where one could not see the tears well up and the hurt unsue.
She remembered it cleary. In the midst of the memory, she began to cry, and just like she had that night, she screamed in saddness.
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A.N: Sorry it's so short. I sorta had an idea then didn't know what to do with it! Cope with me, here. Review, please! Thank you to all who already have.
She looked at the smaller woman, who smiled at her. "Thank you, Michiru."
"Anytime, 'Ruka."
Michiru sat on the couch, a million thoughts running through her mind. She couldn't let Haruka get as close as already she was. She had her reasons, and she wouldn't allow Haruka to get hurt..just like.. No. The memory hurt, and she dared not touch it.
She would wait until the next morning. She'd have to.
"..Mr. William Bradson was sentenced to two years in prison for his crime...," Haruka read aloud from the paper the next day. She smiled when Michiru came in, but her expression dimmed when the girl only looked away.
"Michiru? Is something bothering you?"
Michiru sat down at her breakfast table and faced the blonde. Her eyes worried Haruka. She placed her hand slowly on the smaller woman's.
"Yes, something is wrong, Haruka. I need to talk to you."
"Okay. About what?"
"About what you said in the court. About loving me, remember?."
Haruka looked pale and simply nodded. Was this was she had hoped for or what she dreaded?Michiru was frightened of what she had to say. She would hate herself for it and she knew Haruka would, too.
"Haruka.." She looked down at her lap, then looked up again, meeting the worried teal eyes. She took a deep breath. "I don't think we could ever be a couple."
So what if she hadn't been true to her feelings when she said it? Michiru sat on a bed in a guest room alone. She let Haruka stay in her room for the night. The blonde had seemed very upset.
Her stomach and heart ached. She longed for Haruka's gentle hug and kind words. However, her mind only reminded her of what had happened long ago and how she vowed not to let it happen to the one she loved now.
She remembered the first girl she had ever loved when she was only 16. She recalled that the girl's name was Koneko.
Koneko had good grades, looks, and had everything going for her. She was a lesbian, and fell in love with Michiru because of her personality when the girl was her partner for a science project. Michiru was her first and only girlfriend, and everything she could ever have hoped for.
Michiru closed her eyes tight and tried to forget again. It only made the memory stronger and pained her more. There was also a dull ache in her hands.
Koneko's parents found out about her sexuality, but didn't seem to mind. But her brother found out. He had hated Koneko for years because she was the parents' favorite. He hated this minor "flaw", which to him was up there with insulting God. One night, he bought a large, heavy gun and shot his sister while she slept.
Michiru still remembered and blamed herself for it. She recalled sitting at home that night, and receiving a phone call. She remembered the dreaded words best expressed over the telephone where one could not see the tears well up and the hurt unsue.
She remembered it cleary. In the midst of the memory, she began to cry, and just like she had that night, she screamed in saddness.
*****
A.N: Sorry it's so short. I sorta had an idea then didn't know what to do with it! Cope with me, here. Review, please! Thank you to all who already have.