Chapter 8: Come Together
Soon, Haruka and Michiru were sitting in Michirus music room, Haruka awing at the expensive Steinway Piano that stood in the middle of it while Michiru was busy with tuning her violin. "Like the piano?" the aqua haired girl now asked, putting her finally tuned violin aside. Haruka nodded, smiling at her, before she sat down at the piano. "So what do you want to play?" the blonde asked, her fingers resting at the keys. Michiru rummaged through one of the countless paper stacks that were everywhere in the room until she pulled out a sheet, handing it to Haruka. "This…I wrote it myself." The aqua haired girl added, a hint of pride in her voice. Haruka looked at the notes for a moment, then nodded. "Let's try it." Michiru nodded, picking up her violin. The two women started to play, the music soon filling the air with warmth and love. Michiru had closed her eyes, her bow more caressing the violin than playing it, while Harukas fingers danced over the keys. When the song ended, both of them seemed a little dazed. "You play so beautifully…" Michiru whispered, her eyes meeting Harukas. "You too." Haruka replied hoarsely, standing up and walking over to the aqua haired girl while she spoke. Michiru slowly put her violin down, her gaze never leaving Harukas. Slowly, the blonde moved downwards, until her lips met those of Michiru in a soft, innocent kiss. After a few moments, the two women parted again, Michiru looking at Haruka with a light smile playing around her lips – before she grabbed the blonde and pulled her down again, this time kissing her longer and with more passion. Haruka put both arms around the smaller woman's waist, pulling her closer, while Michiru laid her arms around the blondes neck. Their kiss deepened even more, both letting out a small moan when their tongues touched. Finally, they parted again, both out of breath. "Haruka…" Michiru whispered, her voice shaking with emotion, "I…" "Shht." Haruka interrupted her, before she pulled the smaller woman close again. "Don't talk. Just let me hold you." Michiru nodded, leaning her head against Harukas chest. They stood like that for a very long time.
Haruka entered the apartment she shared with her father, whistling a happy tune. Her father looked up in surprise when she entered; Masanori had called him after Haruka had left the track, and he already had been prepared for an angry and disappointed Haruka. Instead, a happy and cheerful one entered. "Hey Dad!" she called out while she walked past his working room, her anger when it came to him obviously forgotten. "Hey Haruka. Are you okay?" Hiroshi asked, worry in his voice. "Perfectly fine, Dad!" Haruka shouted back to him while she got out of her clothes and put on fresh ones. "How come? Masanori called me and told you that you can't race anymore, I assumed that you would explode." Hiroshi admitted while he entered his daughter's room. "Yeah, that's true." Haruka replied while she hurried to button her shirt up, "but Michiru and I are a couple now." Hiroshis eyes widened until they were twice as big then usual, and Haruka let out a sigh. "Just cope with it, okay?" she then spoke, trying not to sound angered. "Yeah…" Hiroshi replied while he turned around and walked out of the room. "I'll just cope with it." He slammed the door of his working room close, and Haruka let out a sigh, sitting down on her bed. After a few moments of thinking, Haruka bent her right leg again, sighing when the all-too-familiar "chhrk" sound came from it. And the same time, she wondered if she should tell Michiru about what had happened to her. Will it scare her away? Or won't it matter to her? The blonde thought to herself, letting out another sigh when she realized that she had no one to talk to about this. Her father obviously didn't approve her relationship with the aqua haired girl, and he surely wouldn't give her any good advice. He'd more likely tell me to break up with her. Haruka flexed her biceps again, still impressed with her new strength, before she turned on the TV and started zapping through the programs.
The same time, Michiru laid in her bed, staring up at the ceiling and letting out a happy sigh from time to time. Her mind kept returning to the kiss she had shared with Haruka; all that she wanted was to kiss the blonde again, not just once, but more likely one million times. Letting out another sigh, the aqua haired girl rolled over, ending up lying on her stomach, her chin resting on her hands. "Haruka…" she whispered, her eyes focused on the huge poster of the racer that hung at her wall, before she closed her eyes and slowly drifted off into sleep.