Rescued - Part 3 by shamaniaclyde
The backstage was filled with people...it's still 40 minutes before
the concert starts. I just stood there, contentedly watching Michiru
go through her pieces. Kaji's there too, practicing and frowning. Victory for me, Michiru had already explained everything...it was
mostly because of me, why she went out with him. It turned out that
she was hurt when I denied steadfastly to Nuriko and told her we're nothing but friends. Remember the café incident? Apparently she
already felt that we already had a mutual understanding back then.
"Haruka, why don't you sit there for a second?" Michiru asked
me, pointing to the stool in front of the grand piano.
"Ok." I just remembered my legs needed rest; after all I did break
a record today. I looked back at her, but she's now talking with her manager. So I turned my attention to the piano, and the scattered pieces over it. I know those pieces; maybe I should play a little. Hmmm, I missed this. I haven't played for about 3 weeks because of
the practices.
"Haruka, that was great." I snapped out of my trance and noticed Michiru standing beside me, with her manager.
"Tenoh-san, could you play that piece again? With Michiru?"
Michiru and I looked at each other, nodded, and in a second we
we're playing together. Now I know why Mr. Kochiro, her manager
asked us to play together. That piece I played a while ago
perfectly compliments what Michiru was supposed to play.
"Say, why don't you two play this one on the opening?"
"But there's only 15 minutes before the opening, that's not enough
to practice." I protested. Though I know the piece very well, I've never played it as a duet with a violin.
Michiru agreed with me but her manager insisted, "Haven't you heard yourselves play just now? That was perfect! Don't you think so
Miyagi-san?"
Miyagi? Aota Miyagi? He's one of the most prominent pianists in
Japan. I didn't know he was here. He agreed, and it was decided that
we would do the opening. Later I found out that the piano was for Miyagi-san, and he will play just one piece for the night.
And before we knew it, we were already there on the stage. The
crowd was silent; almost nothing could be heard but the sound of
the evening breeze and our perfectly blended music. Again it's as if the two of us were transported to another world...I glanced at her, a creature of unmatched loveliness and grace as her skillful hands made beautiful music with her violin. And as for me, I've never played better than this. It's timely I guess, for us to start our lives together, accompanied by our melodious symphony resounding all
around us. In a few minutes, our piece is finished. Our eyes are
still closed; prolonging the moment we had, a moment filled with our emotions, expressed in music. Then the crowd brought us back to
reality by their loud applause. Almost deafening but certainly gratifying.
"You were great tonight." Michiru stated while snuggling closely to
me as we stood on the very same spot where we kissed hours ago. It's past midnight already, the concert over, and the people all gone. We really didn't know why we stayed there but we did. It felt so good to have my arms wrapped around her; it makes me feel that I finally have the right to say she's mine, the right to love her, and the right to protect her for the rest of my...no, OUR lives. While thinking about that, I placed my finger below her chin and tilted her head so I
could look into her beautiful blue eyes again. "You were better."
She smiles at me lovingly and mumbles "Congratulations" before our
lips met for a kiss. After about a couple of minutes of kissing we unwillingly broke away; hey, we have to breathe you know.
"Congratulations? For what?"
"For winning the race today and for breaking a record."
"Beloved princess, how did you know that?" Was that mushy? Well
that's what she was to me, my love and my princess...What? I can't believe me, Haruka Tenoh, the stone cold blonde, saying these
things? So this is what happens when you're in love huh? Well I
won't be that mushy all the time.
"Beloved princess?" She laughed at that, but I wasn't embarrassed though. "I was there. I never miss your races, not one." she
continues.
"I love you too." I held her even closer, not wanting to ever let
her go. "That should've been what I said earlier, I'm sorry. I meant
to say it but..."
At that she put her finger softly upon my lips and shook her head,
her hair softly caressed by the wind followed in motion. "It's ok Haruka, it's ok." Then she laughs softly, burying her face on my
chest and placing her arms securely around my waist. The wind was getting colder by the moment, but we're feeling just the opposite
of it. I've never been so warm before, never been so in love and
loved before. Now looking down at the woman I held closely to me,
it just dawned to me...I'm not alone anymore.
6 decades and 8 years later...
We have been together for 68 years now...a long time for most people and indeed it is, but for us it passed by quickly yet at the same time it was like eternity.
I was miserable for the first 19 years of my life, but before
I turned twenty there she was, changing my life dramatically.
I remember, at that time I was a desperate and lonely person...
but it's all just a memory now, because Michiru has shared
with me an entire lifetime of happiness.
Now, as I look at her lying on her deathbed all those years
came flashing back. Our escapades, naughty games that would
end up in bed...our vacations all over the world. These are but
a fraction of what made us happy. Hmmm...I can speak for her now,
since her thoughts are my thoughts, sometimes we don't have to speak
at all...no words were needed, just a look in one another's eyes is enough. But she is dying now, yet she is as beautiful as ever, as
if she isn't ill...her deep penetrating eyes still shining with love,
even her old age and illness could not mar her face. I have been staying with her, I am old too and weak, but I still remained by
her side, it will be that way 'til the end. Her hand clasped in mine
is warm, just like it's always been years ago. The same hands that showed me through the years that she will forever be with me. Here
she lies; calmly waiting to meet her maker...It's hard, so terribly
hard to withhold my tears. Then her pale face turned towards me,
and I struggle even more to restrain from crying as I can see that
it is even harder for her to move.
"Love, you shouldn't..." My voice is trembling, no I shouldn't show
her this...She worked hard to make me strong and happy, I don't want
to waste her efforts by showing her my tears, tears of sadness and eventual loss.
"Shhh..." Her hush is much weaker now, unlike the ones I used to
hear back then, when she would usually reprimand me for being too naughty. But her weakened state doesn't show in her face. But I understood her, my hand gently tightening its hold of hers.
"Haruka..." She coughs, that awful cough...often disrupting her when she wishes to speak. "You don't have to look strong for me. I can see
right through you."
"I know Michi, I know." Of course, I could never hide anything from her.
She smiles, its amazing...sure there's wrinkles on her face but when
she smiles it's as if her face would look ten years younger.
"You were my first and last love Haruka...I remember that day, at the concert where we first kissed. I haven't told you before but I've always wished for that moment, ever since I first saw you. Back then,
I could see and feel what you felt inside. Oh I couldn't bear to see you so lonely...You have no idea how much I thanked fate for that
evening on the café where we became friends."
"I can say the same to you." Though I could see it is difficult for
her to even utter a word, I will not try to stop her. I will listen 'til she parts...my tears now freely flowing down my face. I watched as she removed her hand from mine and lifted it to cup my cheeks. I then placed my hand to support hers, somehow a little embarrassed that
her hand is now wet due to the unstoppable watery beads coming out
from my eyes.
"Darling your tears are warm...hmmm. I hope I've made you happy."
"You have Michi. I never said thank you to you for it..."
She stifles a soft laugh, "You don't have to. I'm glad, so glad that
I was able to lift you up. You did the same for me, I've never been happier than when I was with you. In all those years with you I have
no regrets, not one. To be honest with you, I haven't really cared about the world and my achievements; all I ever cared was being with you, because you're all I ever wanted. I know it'll be hard...but remember you will never be alone, even when I have gone. I'll be with you always."
My tears are thankfully slowing down for I tried so hard to repress them. I know they'll be back but this isn't the time. I don't want to taint this moment for her, seeing her face so blissful. "Wait for me
up there will you?"
She nodded. I can see that life from her eyes is draining away. "Haruka..." She spoke in the weakest voice, almost inaudible. If I
hadn't heard it I would still respond, for I feel her call..."Yes love?"
Her breath is getting slower and slower but she fought hard to say
her request, one that I will never ever deny of her. "Kiss me..."
And so I did, ever so softly...I can feel her sweet smile as our lips touched. When our lips parted a bit, she spoke in her breath the
words I've come to treasure, even if I had heard it a million times before.
"I love you..."
With that her eyes closed, her breathing stopped, her hand slipped
away from mine. "I love you too..." I kissed her lightly again.
I cried, and cried and cried...Her tomb lies beside our mansion overlooking a cliff, standing majestically above the wide ocean
below. There I sat, for hours on end, then come inside for a while, only to come back and sit solemnly in front of her. I know I will
soon be with her, but until that day comes I will stay here, in the place she loved most. Her passion, other than her art and me is the ocean. How she loved to look at it and just stare blissfully, I was always there with her, because my passion is the wind. And just like the ocean wind and the ocean itself will never part from one another, so too will Michiru and I. Have I found that something missing from
my life? Ah, I don't know. Whatever it was, I need not find it,
because Michiru came and filled every single hole in my life, healed every single wound I had that only she could see.
Now that she's gone, do I feel despair? No. Do I feel alone again? No. Do I feel sad? A little. But I will never come back to my world of emptiness years before, for Michiru has shown me happiness
and love forevermore.
I look above to the infinitely high sky, uttering the words that she need not hear for she knows it already, over and over again, "Thank
you love...thank you."
*this is my first fic so please bear with me. I know it's not as
good as the others out there but I tried my best.
I hope you like it! :)
The backstage was filled with people...it's still 40 minutes before
the concert starts. I just stood there, contentedly watching Michiru
go through her pieces. Kaji's there too, practicing and frowning. Victory for me, Michiru had already explained everything...it was
mostly because of me, why she went out with him. It turned out that
she was hurt when I denied steadfastly to Nuriko and told her we're nothing but friends. Remember the café incident? Apparently she
already felt that we already had a mutual understanding back then.
"Haruka, why don't you sit there for a second?" Michiru asked
me, pointing to the stool in front of the grand piano.
"Ok." I just remembered my legs needed rest; after all I did break
a record today. I looked back at her, but she's now talking with her manager. So I turned my attention to the piano, and the scattered pieces over it. I know those pieces; maybe I should play a little. Hmmm, I missed this. I haven't played for about 3 weeks because of
the practices.
"Haruka, that was great." I snapped out of my trance and noticed Michiru standing beside me, with her manager.
"Tenoh-san, could you play that piece again? With Michiru?"
Michiru and I looked at each other, nodded, and in a second we
we're playing together. Now I know why Mr. Kochiro, her manager
asked us to play together. That piece I played a while ago
perfectly compliments what Michiru was supposed to play.
"Say, why don't you two play this one on the opening?"
"But there's only 15 minutes before the opening, that's not enough
to practice." I protested. Though I know the piece very well, I've never played it as a duet with a violin.
Michiru agreed with me but her manager insisted, "Haven't you heard yourselves play just now? That was perfect! Don't you think so
Miyagi-san?"
Miyagi? Aota Miyagi? He's one of the most prominent pianists in
Japan. I didn't know he was here. He agreed, and it was decided that
we would do the opening. Later I found out that the piano was for Miyagi-san, and he will play just one piece for the night.
And before we knew it, we were already there on the stage. The
crowd was silent; almost nothing could be heard but the sound of
the evening breeze and our perfectly blended music. Again it's as if the two of us were transported to another world...I glanced at her, a creature of unmatched loveliness and grace as her skillful hands made beautiful music with her violin. And as for me, I've never played better than this. It's timely I guess, for us to start our lives together, accompanied by our melodious symphony resounding all
around us. In a few minutes, our piece is finished. Our eyes are
still closed; prolonging the moment we had, a moment filled with our emotions, expressed in music. Then the crowd brought us back to
reality by their loud applause. Almost deafening but certainly gratifying.
"You were great tonight." Michiru stated while snuggling closely to
me as we stood on the very same spot where we kissed hours ago. It's past midnight already, the concert over, and the people all gone. We really didn't know why we stayed there but we did. It felt so good to have my arms wrapped around her; it makes me feel that I finally have the right to say she's mine, the right to love her, and the right to protect her for the rest of my...no, OUR lives. While thinking about that, I placed my finger below her chin and tilted her head so I
could look into her beautiful blue eyes again. "You were better."
She smiles at me lovingly and mumbles "Congratulations" before our
lips met for a kiss. After about a couple of minutes of kissing we unwillingly broke away; hey, we have to breathe you know.
"Congratulations? For what?"
"For winning the race today and for breaking a record."
"Beloved princess, how did you know that?" Was that mushy? Well
that's what she was to me, my love and my princess...What? I can't believe me, Haruka Tenoh, the stone cold blonde, saying these
things? So this is what happens when you're in love huh? Well I
won't be that mushy all the time.
"Beloved princess?" She laughed at that, but I wasn't embarrassed though. "I was there. I never miss your races, not one." she
continues.
"I love you too." I held her even closer, not wanting to ever let
her go. "That should've been what I said earlier, I'm sorry. I meant
to say it but..."
At that she put her finger softly upon my lips and shook her head,
her hair softly caressed by the wind followed in motion. "It's ok Haruka, it's ok." Then she laughs softly, burying her face on my
chest and placing her arms securely around my waist. The wind was getting colder by the moment, but we're feeling just the opposite
of it. I've never been so warm before, never been so in love and
loved before. Now looking down at the woman I held closely to me,
it just dawned to me...I'm not alone anymore.
6 decades and 8 years later...
We have been together for 68 years now...a long time for most people and indeed it is, but for us it passed by quickly yet at the same time it was like eternity.
I was miserable for the first 19 years of my life, but before
I turned twenty there she was, changing my life dramatically.
I remember, at that time I was a desperate and lonely person...
but it's all just a memory now, because Michiru has shared
with me an entire lifetime of happiness.
Now, as I look at her lying on her deathbed all those years
came flashing back. Our escapades, naughty games that would
end up in bed...our vacations all over the world. These are but
a fraction of what made us happy. Hmmm...I can speak for her now,
since her thoughts are my thoughts, sometimes we don't have to speak
at all...no words were needed, just a look in one another's eyes is enough. But she is dying now, yet she is as beautiful as ever, as
if she isn't ill...her deep penetrating eyes still shining with love,
even her old age and illness could not mar her face. I have been staying with her, I am old too and weak, but I still remained by
her side, it will be that way 'til the end. Her hand clasped in mine
is warm, just like it's always been years ago. The same hands that showed me through the years that she will forever be with me. Here
she lies; calmly waiting to meet her maker...It's hard, so terribly
hard to withhold my tears. Then her pale face turned towards me,
and I struggle even more to restrain from crying as I can see that
it is even harder for her to move.
"Love, you shouldn't..." My voice is trembling, no I shouldn't show
her this...She worked hard to make me strong and happy, I don't want
to waste her efforts by showing her my tears, tears of sadness and eventual loss.
"Shhh..." Her hush is much weaker now, unlike the ones I used to
hear back then, when she would usually reprimand me for being too naughty. But her weakened state doesn't show in her face. But I understood her, my hand gently tightening its hold of hers.
"Haruka..." She coughs, that awful cough...often disrupting her when she wishes to speak. "You don't have to look strong for me. I can see
right through you."
"I know Michi, I know." Of course, I could never hide anything from her.
She smiles, its amazing...sure there's wrinkles on her face but when
she smiles it's as if her face would look ten years younger.
"You were my first and last love Haruka...I remember that day, at the concert where we first kissed. I haven't told you before but I've always wished for that moment, ever since I first saw you. Back then,
I could see and feel what you felt inside. Oh I couldn't bear to see you so lonely...You have no idea how much I thanked fate for that
evening on the café where we became friends."
"I can say the same to you." Though I could see it is difficult for
her to even utter a word, I will not try to stop her. I will listen 'til she parts...my tears now freely flowing down my face. I watched as she removed her hand from mine and lifted it to cup my cheeks. I then placed my hand to support hers, somehow a little embarrassed that
her hand is now wet due to the unstoppable watery beads coming out
from my eyes.
"Darling your tears are warm...hmmm. I hope I've made you happy."
"You have Michi. I never said thank you to you for it..."
She stifles a soft laugh, "You don't have to. I'm glad, so glad that
I was able to lift you up. You did the same for me, I've never been happier than when I was with you. In all those years with you I have
no regrets, not one. To be honest with you, I haven't really cared about the world and my achievements; all I ever cared was being with you, because you're all I ever wanted. I know it'll be hard...but remember you will never be alone, even when I have gone. I'll be with you always."
My tears are thankfully slowing down for I tried so hard to repress them. I know they'll be back but this isn't the time. I don't want to taint this moment for her, seeing her face so blissful. "Wait for me
up there will you?"
She nodded. I can see that life from her eyes is draining away. "Haruka..." She spoke in the weakest voice, almost inaudible. If I
hadn't heard it I would still respond, for I feel her call..."Yes love?"
Her breath is getting slower and slower but she fought hard to say
her request, one that I will never ever deny of her. "Kiss me..."
And so I did, ever so softly...I can feel her sweet smile as our lips touched. When our lips parted a bit, she spoke in her breath the
words I've come to treasure, even if I had heard it a million times before.
"I love you..."
With that her eyes closed, her breathing stopped, her hand slipped
away from mine. "I love you too..." I kissed her lightly again.
I cried, and cried and cried...Her tomb lies beside our mansion overlooking a cliff, standing majestically above the wide ocean
below. There I sat, for hours on end, then come inside for a while, only to come back and sit solemnly in front of her. I know I will
soon be with her, but until that day comes I will stay here, in the place she loved most. Her passion, other than her art and me is the ocean. How she loved to look at it and just stare blissfully, I was always there with her, because my passion is the wind. And just like the ocean wind and the ocean itself will never part from one another, so too will Michiru and I. Have I found that something missing from
my life? Ah, I don't know. Whatever it was, I need not find it,
because Michiru came and filled every single hole in my life, healed every single wound I had that only she could see.
Now that she's gone, do I feel despair? No. Do I feel alone again? No. Do I feel sad? A little. But I will never come back to my world of emptiness years before, for Michiru has shown me happiness
and love forevermore.
I look above to the infinitely high sky, uttering the words that she need not hear for she knows it already, over and over again, "Thank
you love...thank you."
*this is my first fic so please bear with me. I know it's not as
good as the others out there but I tried my best.
I hope you like it! :)