OK new chappie for this story too, late nights are good brain food for
Diane, she does things like talk in third person... Ok on with the story.
and this isn't going to be very good, I know my writings suck so review if
you want to...
Finally the weekend came and Haruka and Michiru had made plans for Haruka to go see Michiru's paintings at her home. Haruka was to go to Michiru's house at 5:00 and see all of her paintings, then they would go to dinner, of course.
Haruka drove her car down the street, looking from the piece of paper that Michiru had wrote her address on to the houses on the street. She scratched her head, this couldn't be right. The house with the number Michiru wrote down was nothing but a gate and a driveway back into the woods. She swallowed hard and looked at her reflection in her rearview mirror. Making sure every hair on her head was nice and "manly" (AN: he he he, it's so MANLY ::runs from Candace:: ) She drove up to the gate and pushed the CALL button on the control panel. Michiru's voice answered.
"Hello?" she asked excitedly.
"Michiru? Its Haruka." She said smiling.
"OH Haruka, come on in, I'll open the gate!" the gate buzzed and opened, swinging its large door inside.
Haruka slowly pulled her car up the driveway and waited for any sign of a house. Finally the woods broke and a very large house could be seen. Michiru was standing on the front step, the house looked like a remake of a French country home. There were small French doors with gates over them across the top of the house, a few were open and Haruka could see the white curtains and some antique furniture. She parked her car and walked up to Michiru.
"Beautiful house my dear," she said taking her hand and kissing it.
"Thank you sir, my mother will be pleased you like it," she took Haruka's hand and lead her inside. "Some of the neighbors weren't to happy when my mom decided to build an antique French style house near them."
"Well it is a bit unusual, but still lovely." she walked through the house holding Michiru's hand, looking at all the fine things her mother had brought from France when they moved. They had things from paintings too ancient looking furniture. Finally the tour of the main floor was over, Michiru opened a door to a staircase going down stairs.
"I told my mom I'd introduce you to her before I showed you my gallery upstairs." she went down first, leading Haruka through a more modern style part of the house. Down the hall and past a few doors, they came to an opening where there was a huge TV and a large sofa with several people on it.
"Mom, this is Haruka," Michiru said introducing her. "Haruka, this is my mother, and my two older brothers, James and Tristan." The boys stood up and shook hands with Haruka. Each boy was a little over 5 inches taller then Haruka. Quite intimidating when you're not expecting something like that.
Tristin took her hand especially hard and pulled her forward. "Break her heart they'll never find the body," he whispered in her ear. She swallowed especially hard and nodded to him. He gave her a big smile and patted her on the back.
Michiru pulled her back out of the room and Haruka let out a deep breath. "Sorry about those two, their only here for a few months out of the year, their about to go back to college." She looked over Haruka's dazed expression and asked, "What did he say to you?"
"Oh nothing, just friendly guy talk," she said running a hand through her hair.
"Did he give you the 'never find the body' thing?" she shook her head. "Not the first time he's done that.
Haruka felt a small pang of jealousy, someone else had been with this goddess, Damnit, she wasn't even Haruka's yet and she was thinking like that already. They were Just Friends!
Michiru took her hand and lead her out of the basement area, and to the upstairs part of the house. The hallway was lined in dark woodwork that was absolutely intricate. The hall lead down past 5 doors before Michiru opened one.
"This is my room," she said gesturing around. There was a four poster bed with a canopy and curtains hanging around it, a small desk with papers all over it, and a book case with hundreds of books. There were few decorations and no posters on the walls. One picture hung across the room from the bed. It was a painting of a star scape, absolute beauty.
"Michiru, did you pain this?" she asked pointing to the picture.
"Yes I did, it's not the best of my works, but it'll do for this room."
"But this is the room in which you live, it must be as beautiful as you, otherwise it wouldn't come from you." She reached out and found Michiru's hand. She gave it a small squeeze and pulled her into a soft embrace, with both Michiru and Haruka facing the painting. "I'm glad I'm finally getting to have some time with you without everyone from school here."
"So am I," Michiru giggled. "Your little fan club was everywhere! And they won't leave you alone for a minute!" she picked on Haruka a bit. "They're so annoying, how do you stand them?"
"Smile and nod is now my favorite response for most of their rampages. But I deal."
Michiru turned around in her arms. For a moment Haruka was a little worried at the close contact, fearing that Michiru would feel the mounds of her breast, or the bandages holding her them back. Michiru leaned up and kissed Haruka lightly. Haruka couldn't resist. She leaned down to Michiru and kissed her back, not those sloppy tongue driven kisses that you have to wipe your mouth after, but a soft light kiss.
Michiru smiled and pulled away. Haruka smiled too, but mentally slapped herself over and over, knowing that she could never really have this beautiful creature in front of her. Michiru pulled her over to a wall panel that opened to door, maybe a secret room but that hope was shattered as soon as it was thought.
"This is my Gallery, I have my own entrance, the main one is farther down the hall."
Haruka looked around in amazement. Paintings covered the walls, and they were all beautiful! Not a single one of them was plain or uninteresting. She walked the room looking at each painting. Michiru told each story behind each painting, from dreams to memories that she couldn't quite grasp. Every painting had a story. At the end of the wall was the painting that Haruka had been looking forward to most. The painting of the mermaid embracing the figure with wings, and Michiru was right, the original was much better then the sketch that she had done for the art teacher. Though now she could see that the figure with wings was a feminine figure, the curves and all.
"Michiru?" she asked raking her hand through her hair, a nervous gesture that she had started to hate.
"Yes Haruka?"
"This painting is beautiful!" she whispered. "you weren't kidding when you said the actual painting was better. I love it."
"Thank you Haruka, I'm glad SOMEONE likes it other then me. Everyone has a problem with it because it's two women, but that's just how it was painted." Michiru leaned into Haruka and wrapped her arms around her. She moved her arms up to Harukas back when Haruka pulled away, and tried to play it off as if she were looking more closely at the painting.
"I think it's beautiful whichever way you paint it, even if it were a man and a woman, it's just as beautiful."
Michiru looked down, not knowing what to do. "Haruka?" she asked shakely.
"Yes Michiru?" she looked at Michiru from her place by the painting.
"Is tonight a date, or just friends?" she asked playing with her hands in her own nervous gesture.
Haruka looked a little stunned. "Umm, I guess it's a date, if that's what you want." she said resisiting the urge to run her hand through her hair.
Michiru smiled. "I want it to be a date," she said taking Haruka's hand. She put a hand on Harukas neck and pulled her down for a kiss.
Haruka kissed her back but did not pull her close, things were getting a little edgy, and she didn't want to scare her away. This time Michiru deepened the kiss, smoothing Harukas hair on the back of her head. Haruka loved that.
Michiru pulled back and smiled. "Lets go get something to eat."
They left the house and headed toward the Italian restraunt downtown.
OK people, I know it sucked, but hey, it's a chapter!
Finally the weekend came and Haruka and Michiru had made plans for Haruka to go see Michiru's paintings at her home. Haruka was to go to Michiru's house at 5:00 and see all of her paintings, then they would go to dinner, of course.
Haruka drove her car down the street, looking from the piece of paper that Michiru had wrote her address on to the houses on the street. She scratched her head, this couldn't be right. The house with the number Michiru wrote down was nothing but a gate and a driveway back into the woods. She swallowed hard and looked at her reflection in her rearview mirror. Making sure every hair on her head was nice and "manly" (AN: he he he, it's so MANLY ::runs from Candace:: ) She drove up to the gate and pushed the CALL button on the control panel. Michiru's voice answered.
"Hello?" she asked excitedly.
"Michiru? Its Haruka." She said smiling.
"OH Haruka, come on in, I'll open the gate!" the gate buzzed and opened, swinging its large door inside.
Haruka slowly pulled her car up the driveway and waited for any sign of a house. Finally the woods broke and a very large house could be seen. Michiru was standing on the front step, the house looked like a remake of a French country home. There were small French doors with gates over them across the top of the house, a few were open and Haruka could see the white curtains and some antique furniture. She parked her car and walked up to Michiru.
"Beautiful house my dear," she said taking her hand and kissing it.
"Thank you sir, my mother will be pleased you like it," she took Haruka's hand and lead her inside. "Some of the neighbors weren't to happy when my mom decided to build an antique French style house near them."
"Well it is a bit unusual, but still lovely." she walked through the house holding Michiru's hand, looking at all the fine things her mother had brought from France when they moved. They had things from paintings too ancient looking furniture. Finally the tour of the main floor was over, Michiru opened a door to a staircase going down stairs.
"I told my mom I'd introduce you to her before I showed you my gallery upstairs." she went down first, leading Haruka through a more modern style part of the house. Down the hall and past a few doors, they came to an opening where there was a huge TV and a large sofa with several people on it.
"Mom, this is Haruka," Michiru said introducing her. "Haruka, this is my mother, and my two older brothers, James and Tristan." The boys stood up and shook hands with Haruka. Each boy was a little over 5 inches taller then Haruka. Quite intimidating when you're not expecting something like that.
Tristin took her hand especially hard and pulled her forward. "Break her heart they'll never find the body," he whispered in her ear. She swallowed especially hard and nodded to him. He gave her a big smile and patted her on the back.
Michiru pulled her back out of the room and Haruka let out a deep breath. "Sorry about those two, their only here for a few months out of the year, their about to go back to college." She looked over Haruka's dazed expression and asked, "What did he say to you?"
"Oh nothing, just friendly guy talk," she said running a hand through her hair.
"Did he give you the 'never find the body' thing?" she shook her head. "Not the first time he's done that.
Haruka felt a small pang of jealousy, someone else had been with this goddess, Damnit, she wasn't even Haruka's yet and she was thinking like that already. They were Just Friends!
Michiru took her hand and lead her out of the basement area, and to the upstairs part of the house. The hallway was lined in dark woodwork that was absolutely intricate. The hall lead down past 5 doors before Michiru opened one.
"This is my room," she said gesturing around. There was a four poster bed with a canopy and curtains hanging around it, a small desk with papers all over it, and a book case with hundreds of books. There were few decorations and no posters on the walls. One picture hung across the room from the bed. It was a painting of a star scape, absolute beauty.
"Michiru, did you pain this?" she asked pointing to the picture.
"Yes I did, it's not the best of my works, but it'll do for this room."
"But this is the room in which you live, it must be as beautiful as you, otherwise it wouldn't come from you." She reached out and found Michiru's hand. She gave it a small squeeze and pulled her into a soft embrace, with both Michiru and Haruka facing the painting. "I'm glad I'm finally getting to have some time with you without everyone from school here."
"So am I," Michiru giggled. "Your little fan club was everywhere! And they won't leave you alone for a minute!" she picked on Haruka a bit. "They're so annoying, how do you stand them?"
"Smile and nod is now my favorite response for most of their rampages. But I deal."
Michiru turned around in her arms. For a moment Haruka was a little worried at the close contact, fearing that Michiru would feel the mounds of her breast, or the bandages holding her them back. Michiru leaned up and kissed Haruka lightly. Haruka couldn't resist. She leaned down to Michiru and kissed her back, not those sloppy tongue driven kisses that you have to wipe your mouth after, but a soft light kiss.
Michiru smiled and pulled away. Haruka smiled too, but mentally slapped herself over and over, knowing that she could never really have this beautiful creature in front of her. Michiru pulled her over to a wall panel that opened to door, maybe a secret room but that hope was shattered as soon as it was thought.
"This is my Gallery, I have my own entrance, the main one is farther down the hall."
Haruka looked around in amazement. Paintings covered the walls, and they were all beautiful! Not a single one of them was plain or uninteresting. She walked the room looking at each painting. Michiru told each story behind each painting, from dreams to memories that she couldn't quite grasp. Every painting had a story. At the end of the wall was the painting that Haruka had been looking forward to most. The painting of the mermaid embracing the figure with wings, and Michiru was right, the original was much better then the sketch that she had done for the art teacher. Though now she could see that the figure with wings was a feminine figure, the curves and all.
"Michiru?" she asked raking her hand through her hair, a nervous gesture that she had started to hate.
"Yes Haruka?"
"This painting is beautiful!" she whispered. "you weren't kidding when you said the actual painting was better. I love it."
"Thank you Haruka, I'm glad SOMEONE likes it other then me. Everyone has a problem with it because it's two women, but that's just how it was painted." Michiru leaned into Haruka and wrapped her arms around her. She moved her arms up to Harukas back when Haruka pulled away, and tried to play it off as if she were looking more closely at the painting.
"I think it's beautiful whichever way you paint it, even if it were a man and a woman, it's just as beautiful."
Michiru looked down, not knowing what to do. "Haruka?" she asked shakely.
"Yes Michiru?" she looked at Michiru from her place by the painting.
"Is tonight a date, or just friends?" she asked playing with her hands in her own nervous gesture.
Haruka looked a little stunned. "Umm, I guess it's a date, if that's what you want." she said resisiting the urge to run her hand through her hair.
Michiru smiled. "I want it to be a date," she said taking Haruka's hand. She put a hand on Harukas neck and pulled her down for a kiss.
Haruka kissed her back but did not pull her close, things were getting a little edgy, and she didn't want to scare her away. This time Michiru deepened the kiss, smoothing Harukas hair on the back of her head. Haruka loved that.
Michiru pulled back and smiled. "Lets go get something to eat."
They left the house and headed toward the Italian restraunt downtown.
OK people, I know it sucked, but hey, it's a chapter!