Chapter 3: Arranging A Date
Haruka returned home from track, whistling a happy tune. She threw her sports bag into the next corner, while calling out: "Dad?" "I'm here!" her father's voice came from his working room. Haruka walked over to him and sat down on the edge of his desk, pointing to her leg. "You've got to call Terminator Inc., my knee is making odd noises." The blonde complained, causing her father to chuckle before he leaned closer to his daughter's leg. "Move it." He ordered. Haruka did what her father had told her, and the odd chrrrk noise echoed through the room once more. Her father frowned and sat back up. "How odd, this shouldn't happen. I'll call Terminator Inc. first thing tomorrow in the morning." Haruka nodded and was just about to reply something when suddenly the phone rang. "I'll go answer it." The blonde offered, earning a nod from her father. She walked over to the phone and picked the receiver up. "Hello?" "Haruka?" Michirus shy voice came through, and the blonde broke into a wide grin. "Yeah." She replied, determined to keep her cool and not to let her happiness show. "It's me, Michiru." The aqua haired girl spoke, feeling how her heartbeat increased when Haruka replied: "I know. I never forget a pretty girls voice." She blushed, glad that Haruka couldn't see it, and giggled. "Thanks." Haruka grinned, looking at herself in the mirror that hung on the wall over the phone. She ran one hand through her hair and asked: "Anything I can do for you?" "Well…" Michiru started, then stopped talking again and gulped. I can't ask her out for a date! She's a star racer, and who knows if she's a lesbian anyway? "Yes?" the blonde now asked, frowning at her reflection. "I wanted to ask…if…if you…wouldliketogoonadatewithme." Michiru finally blurted out. Haruka blinked and tried to piece together what Michiru just had said. "A date." She finally spoke as soon as it was clear what the aqua haired girl had meant. "Yes…" Michiru replied, blushing heavily again, already awaiting the blonde to yell something like "I'm not a dyke!" at her. Instead, Haruka chuckled and replied: "I'd love to, Michiru. How about Saturday?" Michiru nearly jumped with joy when she answered: "Saturday is perfectly fine with me. Will you pick me up?" "Of course. At seven?" Haruka wanted to know, glad when Michiru agreed on that. "Seven is perfect. Thanks for accepting my invitation." The aqua haired girl softly added, causing Haruka to break into a wide grin. "I have to say thanks, for inviting me. See you on Saturday, then." She spoke, meaning every word of it. "Yes, see you." Michiru replied, also grinning from ear to ear. The aqua haired girl hung up her receiver and literally bounced back into her room, gaining the attention of her mother, Hitomi Kaioh. "Michiru, honey? Why are you so happy?" the elderly woman asked, standing up and following her daughter. When she reached the aqua haired girls room, Michiru was lying on her bed, looking at her huge poster of Haruka with starry eyes. "You won't believe what just happened." The aqua haired girl sighed, while her mother smiled and sat down next to her. "Let me guess, you'll go on a date with Haruka, right?" Michiru looked at her mother shocked. "How come you know that? Did you eavesdrop?" "No!" Hitomi protested, raising her hands. "But it wasn't hard to guess, seeing that you sneaked into the racetrack just to meet her…and that she gave you her phone number." The elder woman added with a mischief glint in her eyes. Michiru blushed and giggled. "Okay…yes, it's true. We're going on a date…on Saturday." "How nifty!" Hitomi cried out, suddenly pulling her daughter into a bone-crashing bear hug. "I'm so happy for you!" Michiru laughed and tried to free herself from her mother's embrace. "Mom, you're crushing me. I want to live until Saturday, you know?" Hitomi let go of her, giving her a sheepish grin. "Sorry!" Michiru giggled and shrugged. "It's okay. You'll have to help me on Saturday, I have to look great." Hitomi nodded, getting a determined look in her eyes. "Yes! You need to make Haruka drool over you." Michiru blushed and lightly slapped her mothers shoulder. "Mom! I want to go on a date with her, not seduce her right after we met!" Hitomi laughed and shrugged. "Anyway…you gotta look good. Harukas jaw should hit the floor as soon as she sees you." Michiru nodded, smiling, in her mind already dreaming about the date.
The same time, Haruka was sitting in her room, flexing her biceps and awing at the bulge that got created thanks to her movement. The blondes eyes fell on the heavy cupboard where she kept her clothes, and she decided to test her strength on it. The blonde knelt down in front of the piece of furniture, grabbed it with one arm and tried to lift it. Slowly, the cupboard started to move upwards, and Haruka started to grin proudly. "Haruka! What are you doing?" her fathers voice suddenly came, causing the blonde to let out a yelp and to lose her grip on the cupboard. It crashed back to the floor, creating a loud banging noise. "Now look at what you did." Haruka spoke jokingly, winking at her father, who blushed. "Sorry. I just wanted to ask about the phone call before." "Oh, it was Michiru…you know, that girl from the racetrack I told you about." Haruka replied, pushing the cupboard back into it's former position. "We're going on a date." She then added. "Oh." Her father replied. "Well…have fun then." With that, he left the room, leaving Haruka behind sighing – and wondering when her father finally would completely accept the fact that his daughter was a lesbian.