Hi minna-san!
.wassup? O.o Not much to say about this chapter. why are my self-created
characters always so weird?
Motto of the chapter: "I'm sorry you didn't get the meaning." ^_-
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Disclaimer & Warning:
Ew, I'm tired of this. Just leaf back to the first chapter. We all get
annoyed by this stuff each time, don't we?
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Special Warning:
Well, I already warned you in the first chapter. this is going to be pretty
weird. but it's a story based on something that really happened. oh well, I
only took the core idea.
I'm not going to separate Haruka and Michiru, I would never dare to. And if
you can't stand the thought of Haruka liking (not even really loving) a
man. go watch the all-innocent, childish Sailor Moon series on TV. This is
my FICTION, I won't change it for some people who don't get the meaning of
this (I received some flames.). If you don't like it, just stop reading it.
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The Other Side
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Chapter II
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"Hokori Jack, pleased to meet you."
Haruka arched an eyebrow as he passed her the bouquet. This dressed up guy should be a racer? The most racers she knew were these machos in leather outfits who pretended to be tough rockers but were not more than retarded chauvinist pigs. Well, this one seemed to be a chauvinist in a very good-looking disguise.
"Tenou Haruka, thank you but those flowers were unnecessary."
Michiru took the bouquet to look for an appropriate vase.
"Maybe for you- when I apologize, I prefer to bring a sign for my guilt. I always thought you Japanese like this polite stuff." "We Japanese?" Haruka looked at him, his tanned skin and wild curls were an indice he wasn't Japanese. So was the name "Jack".
"That's a bit complicated. my father was half Japanese, half Afro-carribean and my mother came from Scotland but was raised near Sapporo, you know, Hokkaido? I was born there. By the way, you don't look very Japanese, too."
Haruka stuttered quietly. "Oh well, I'm not from Japan originally, I'm from the moon or Uranus or whatever, we aliens only appear to be reincarnated in Japan by chance" didn't sound like a appropriate reason for her light hair and eye colour. The best would be to ignorate his question.
"Sapporo. Northern Japan. That's why I've never heard of you before."
The blonde tried to change the topic to motorsports.
"Actually, you couldn't have heard of me before since this was my first race."
Her eyes widened. Haruka felt like she'd faint once again.
"Your. first race?" Jack leaned back to make himself comfortable.
"Well, I just wanted to try this. got my driver's license for motorbikes one month ago." "You did what?"
Haruka swallowed hard. She'd been training for years to come this far and this guy without the slightest experience almost won!
"You're joking. You had to qualify yourself to take part at this race. That took me two years !"
He smiled with an arrogant expression on his face.
"Oh come on, do you really believe there's no other way to become qualified for the race? I really did it just for fun. I know the organizer. And in the same manner, my father inherited me enough to corrupt everybody I want to."
"That's not fair! There are countless great sportsmen who never become qualified and you steal them their chance!"
He sighed. "At least, I got to know you. That's why I came here. I'm sorry for what happened on Sunday."
"I bet you are. Not for me, but for the people you betrayed to take part."
One more word from this arrogant dude, thought Haruka, and she'd explode. The ringing phone made her hold back the effusion of abuses.
"Moshi moshi?" "Hi Haruka, this is Ayako. Is Michi in? I thought it would be nice of me to take care of her as long as you're impaired."
"Call her MICHIRU, not Michi. You think you're damn funny, don't you?" "Hey, I just wanted to invite her to the cinema, or do you need her as your nurse?"
The blonde handed Michiru who finally had found a vase the phone. She arranged to meet Ayako at their favorite restaurant and then go to the cinema at eight o'clock.
When she had put the phone down, she ran a hand throgh Haruka's hair and kissed her on the cheek.
"Is it okay when I leave you alone for three or four hours?" "Well, you see I'm not alone. And I'm able to pee on my own, you know?" "I'll be back at eleven."
Haruka felt bad about being alone with Hokori, but she'd throw him out as soon as possible. Michiru went upstairs to get dressed an put make-up on and do all these things Haruka could never figure out why it took her so long.
In the meantime, Hokori told Haruka who still couldn't believe he paid someone for the race his whole life-story.
Or at least, Haruka felt like he told her everything. How he had lived in Scotland for seven years. How he came back to Japan when he was fifteen and couldn't enter Senior High because he knew only a couple of kanji. How he tried to learn a proper job but never found anything he really liked. How he did casual work. How his father commited suicide three years ago and he inherited all his money.
Spoiled brat, was what Haruka thought when she first saw him and that was what she still thought when Michiru left half an hour later. ***** "I've told you so much about me, it's your turn now."
Their eyes met. Haruka had never seen eyes like Jack's. They were green with a mysterious amber shimmer. Stop- he wanted her to tell him about herself?
"Oh well, I started racing when I was fifteen and I guess I could have made it really far if I didn't have had to stop it because of-"
Because of their mission. Because of her princess. Because of Michiru. Because of destiny. Because of things she couldn't tell him.
"However, I had to lower the training and even stopped for three years or so. I started again about three years ago."
"Why did you stop racing? For physical reasons? Well, then you wouldn't have started again- maybe for love?"
Haruka looked aside. He wasn't far from the truth. And he started flirting with her. Why, for god's sake, was she sitting here and talked to this man though she knew he wasn't interested in motorsport but flirting with her?
"I think you got something wrong, Hokori-san."
"Jack." "Nani?" "Please call me Jack."
The blonde gnashed her teeth. She wouldn't allow him to call her with her forename.
"Tenou-san, anyway." "I didn't expect anything else. It's typical. You Japanese women are always shy."
She and a typical Japanese woman? SHY? Haruka rolled her eyes.
"Hokori-san, please listen and don't interrupt me. You're not Mr. Universe and I'm not a common sleeparound. I thought you had a higher level. Anyway, you won't succeed with me. I'm engaged to Kaiou-san." "I know."
Haruka clenched her fist. This guy was a real pain.
"So why don't you stop provoking me?" "Because I like lesbians." What a pervert! How dared he. Haruka stood up and clipped him round the ears.
Still, Jack sat there peacefully. "You're good. For a woman. But I was just joking." "Joking? You're a pervert and chauvinist and if you don't leave my house at once I'm going to throw you out violently."
Jack stood up and ran a hand through his hair. "And you're sure you have the strength to throw me out?", he asked amused.
Haruka couldn't hold back her anger anymore. She grasped his wrist and lifted her right knee to. ***** To see how the door was opened widely.
Michiru and Ayako entered the room and Haruka let go of Jack.
Michiru grabbed her hand. "Haruka, I told you to sit there quietly."
"This damned chauvinist pig dared to- "
"To make a joke this hair colour impaired person got wrong.", completed Jack her sentence. "I'm sorry that I made her stand up and try to throw me out, Kaiou-san."
With a wink, he took Michiru's free hand and kissed it.
Haruka growled and draw back her arm to hit his well-shaved and perfumed face.
Jack didn't get out of the way. He really didn't even try to. He staggered but grinned the following second.
"As I said, you're really good. But I'm against violence. The beginning of physical vionlence is the end of thinking." "Don't dare to touch Michiru one more time. Just get out of here!"
"Did you pester Haruka in any way?" Ayako who suspected the meaning of the scene smiled.
"I didn't. I was flirting. I know Tenou-san's a lesbian. I'm not stupid. I knew there was more than friendship between the two of them when Kaio-san kissed her in front of me. But why shouldn't I try? I was just playing around. I'm sorry you didn't get the meaning, Tenou-san."
Michiru indicated Haruka to sit down. She grumbled but obeyed.
"Why don't we all sit down and have some tea?", Michiru asked.
While Michiru was in the kitchen, Haruka apologized reluctantly. Just because Michiru wanted her to. Otherwise, she had thrown Jack out.
"Next time you're joking please use a joking intonation."
"Wasn't the whole scene damn funny?" "For me, it was", Ayako interupted them,"You two looked so great. It was like the scene from Bronze when Izumi..."
Haruka relaxed. Ayako was one of the people who would never really grow up but could be terrifying serious. She found that out when Ayako had told her she wasn't only Michiru's colleague at the music school but a Sailor Senshi, too.
"Ayako, I'm not a man." "But you'd make a good one. Ever looked into a mirror, Ruka-chan?" "Don't ever call me this! This is a nickname only used-" ".by Michiru in very intimate and romantic situations or whenever she wants you to do something for her, right?"
Haruka couldn't do anything but smile. This was Ayako, never polite, always giving fresh answers even when she wasn't asked anything.
"I guess you two could collaborate and found a club for silly jokes. This is Hokori Jack-san, and this mad woman is Kurohara Ayako-san. "
Ayako smiled. "So you really dared to flirt with Haruka?"
Jack leaned back. "I didn't mean it this serious."
"But I guess Haruka did.", said Michiru as she entered the room with a tray of tea cups.
The blonde pouted. "Is this the We're-all-mean-to-a-poor-ill-woman-evening? By the way, why did you come home this early and brought Ayako here?"
"Because the restaurant is closed today and we didn't want to wait for a movie we both didn't really want to see." "If you want to be alone with Hokori-san, I'll take Michiru with me and leave you two alone." , Ayako joked.
"Jack." "Nani?" "Please call me Jack. I hate this Japanese suffix-stuff."
The women looked at each other, then at Jack.
"Michiru." Haruka looked at her lover sharply. "Oh well, Michiru-san." Haruka nodded. They didn't need to pretend to be that close. "Tenou-san."
"Haruka, that's frosty, isn't it?", Michiru teased her. "Haruka-san, but never more than that."
She would never get closer to this clown than she was now.
"Just ignore her, Haruka always plays the cool one though she's a cute nice girl.", Ayako declared.
Haruka stared to the carpet as if they talked about someone she didn't know.
Then Jack smiled at Ayako and Haruka at Michiru. Ayako and Jack would make a good couple. Until they'd killed each others' nerves completely, thought Haruka.
"And you're somebody I can flirt with without chancing getting beaten?" "That's direct." "Too direct for a Japanese woman?"
Haruka and Michiru rolled their eyes. Ayako used to flirt with everybody and everything and never took it serious.
"Not really. If you want to know if I'm gay or not, why don't you ask directly?" "So then: Ayako, are you a lesbian, too?"
Ayako who sat next to Michiru gave her a kiss on the cheek. Haruka grinned. Ayako was the only person she would never need to be jealous about. She was far to insane for Michiru.
Haruka knew what expected her now. The opinion of someone who didn't grow up in this world, who could change her sex if she wanted. The opinion of the last living member of the Sailor Starlights. Or just the opinion of someone very tolerant.
Ayako took a small gulp of tea and answered slowly.
"So then: Jack, I hate it when people classify people categorically. What makes a man and what makes a woman a woman? And how deep is a love that refers to the gender of one or both of the partners? When I love a man, I love him because of his character and not because he's got something between his legs. And when I love a woman, I love her for how she is and not for what she is. Retarded people who want to categorize anything call this bisexual, I call it myself."
Jack's eyes widened. "And may I ask if you're single?"
"I guess I'll stay alone until I meet somebody who really understands this. Could you imagine to be in a relationship with a man?"
Jack looked over to Haruka, then to Michiru. "No, I can't."
"Then stop flirting with me." *****
The round of the four spent some hours in the living-room and talked about this and that. Jack and Haruka worked things with each other out and at the end, Haruka was really sorry to have him beaten.
Some time before midnight, Ayako and Jack left.
Haruka immediately walked to the bathroom and got dressed for bed.
When Michiru was ready, Haruka was almost sleeping.
The violinist turned off the light and stroked over her lover's body.
"You overexerted yourself today, didn't you?" "You were the one who let Jack in." "And you were the one who wanted me to let him in."
Haruka purred as Michiru's hand tenderly wandered over her upper body. She was tired but couldn't sleep properly because she had to lay on her back to take care of her ribs. So she started thinking about everything that happened today.
"Michi?" "Hm?" "You knew I needed to rest. Why did you let Jack in anyway?" "I also knew you wouldn't stay still for the whole day. Besides." "Besides what?"
Michiru pretended to snore. How cute, and how mean, thought Haruka who wasn't able to move as she wanted. She managed to lean over to the smaller woman and kiss her.
"You're not sleeping yet. Besides what?"
Michiru giggled.
"Besides he was so good-looking I didn't want him to go so fast."
"You." "What? You like it when I give you a reason to be jealous, don't you?"
Haruka growled.
"Not when I can't move to take revenge." ***** 2003-08-19, 00:28 skygoddess@gmx.net
The Other Side
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Chapter II
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"Hokori Jack, pleased to meet you."
Haruka arched an eyebrow as he passed her the bouquet. This dressed up guy should be a racer? The most racers she knew were these machos in leather outfits who pretended to be tough rockers but were not more than retarded chauvinist pigs. Well, this one seemed to be a chauvinist in a very good-looking disguise.
"Tenou Haruka, thank you but those flowers were unnecessary."
Michiru took the bouquet to look for an appropriate vase.
"Maybe for you- when I apologize, I prefer to bring a sign for my guilt. I always thought you Japanese like this polite stuff." "We Japanese?" Haruka looked at him, his tanned skin and wild curls were an indice he wasn't Japanese. So was the name "Jack".
"That's a bit complicated. my father was half Japanese, half Afro-carribean and my mother came from Scotland but was raised near Sapporo, you know, Hokkaido? I was born there. By the way, you don't look very Japanese, too."
Haruka stuttered quietly. "Oh well, I'm not from Japan originally, I'm from the moon or Uranus or whatever, we aliens only appear to be reincarnated in Japan by chance" didn't sound like a appropriate reason for her light hair and eye colour. The best would be to ignorate his question.
"Sapporo. Northern Japan. That's why I've never heard of you before."
The blonde tried to change the topic to motorsports.
"Actually, you couldn't have heard of me before since this was my first race."
Her eyes widened. Haruka felt like she'd faint once again.
"Your. first race?" Jack leaned back to make himself comfortable.
"Well, I just wanted to try this. got my driver's license for motorbikes one month ago." "You did what?"
Haruka swallowed hard. She'd been training for years to come this far and this guy without the slightest experience almost won!
"You're joking. You had to qualify yourself to take part at this race. That took me two years !"
He smiled with an arrogant expression on his face.
"Oh come on, do you really believe there's no other way to become qualified for the race? I really did it just for fun. I know the organizer. And in the same manner, my father inherited me enough to corrupt everybody I want to."
"That's not fair! There are countless great sportsmen who never become qualified and you steal them their chance!"
He sighed. "At least, I got to know you. That's why I came here. I'm sorry for what happened on Sunday."
"I bet you are. Not for me, but for the people you betrayed to take part."
One more word from this arrogant dude, thought Haruka, and she'd explode. The ringing phone made her hold back the effusion of abuses.
"Moshi moshi?" "Hi Haruka, this is Ayako. Is Michi in? I thought it would be nice of me to take care of her as long as you're impaired."
"Call her MICHIRU, not Michi. You think you're damn funny, don't you?" "Hey, I just wanted to invite her to the cinema, or do you need her as your nurse?"
The blonde handed Michiru who finally had found a vase the phone. She arranged to meet Ayako at their favorite restaurant and then go to the cinema at eight o'clock.
When she had put the phone down, she ran a hand throgh Haruka's hair and kissed her on the cheek.
"Is it okay when I leave you alone for three or four hours?" "Well, you see I'm not alone. And I'm able to pee on my own, you know?" "I'll be back at eleven."
Haruka felt bad about being alone with Hokori, but she'd throw him out as soon as possible. Michiru went upstairs to get dressed an put make-up on and do all these things Haruka could never figure out why it took her so long.
In the meantime, Hokori told Haruka who still couldn't believe he paid someone for the race his whole life-story.
Or at least, Haruka felt like he told her everything. How he had lived in Scotland for seven years. How he came back to Japan when he was fifteen and couldn't enter Senior High because he knew only a couple of kanji. How he tried to learn a proper job but never found anything he really liked. How he did casual work. How his father commited suicide three years ago and he inherited all his money.
Spoiled brat, was what Haruka thought when she first saw him and that was what she still thought when Michiru left half an hour later. ***** "I've told you so much about me, it's your turn now."
Their eyes met. Haruka had never seen eyes like Jack's. They were green with a mysterious amber shimmer. Stop- he wanted her to tell him about herself?
"Oh well, I started racing when I was fifteen and I guess I could have made it really far if I didn't have had to stop it because of-"
Because of their mission. Because of her princess. Because of Michiru. Because of destiny. Because of things she couldn't tell him.
"However, I had to lower the training and even stopped for three years or so. I started again about three years ago."
"Why did you stop racing? For physical reasons? Well, then you wouldn't have started again- maybe for love?"
Haruka looked aside. He wasn't far from the truth. And he started flirting with her. Why, for god's sake, was she sitting here and talked to this man though she knew he wasn't interested in motorsport but flirting with her?
"I think you got something wrong, Hokori-san."
"Jack." "Nani?" "Please call me Jack."
The blonde gnashed her teeth. She wouldn't allow him to call her with her forename.
"Tenou-san, anyway." "I didn't expect anything else. It's typical. You Japanese women are always shy."
She and a typical Japanese woman? SHY? Haruka rolled her eyes.
"Hokori-san, please listen and don't interrupt me. You're not Mr. Universe and I'm not a common sleeparound. I thought you had a higher level. Anyway, you won't succeed with me. I'm engaged to Kaiou-san." "I know."
Haruka clenched her fist. This guy was a real pain.
"So why don't you stop provoking me?" "Because I like lesbians." What a pervert! How dared he. Haruka stood up and clipped him round the ears.
Still, Jack sat there peacefully. "You're good. For a woman. But I was just joking." "Joking? You're a pervert and chauvinist and if you don't leave my house at once I'm going to throw you out violently."
Jack stood up and ran a hand through his hair. "And you're sure you have the strength to throw me out?", he asked amused.
Haruka couldn't hold back her anger anymore. She grasped his wrist and lifted her right knee to. ***** To see how the door was opened widely.
Michiru and Ayako entered the room and Haruka let go of Jack.
Michiru grabbed her hand. "Haruka, I told you to sit there quietly."
"This damned chauvinist pig dared to- "
"To make a joke this hair colour impaired person got wrong.", completed Jack her sentence. "I'm sorry that I made her stand up and try to throw me out, Kaiou-san."
With a wink, he took Michiru's free hand and kissed it.
Haruka growled and draw back her arm to hit his well-shaved and perfumed face.
Jack didn't get out of the way. He really didn't even try to. He staggered but grinned the following second.
"As I said, you're really good. But I'm against violence. The beginning of physical vionlence is the end of thinking." "Don't dare to touch Michiru one more time. Just get out of here!"
"Did you pester Haruka in any way?" Ayako who suspected the meaning of the scene smiled.
"I didn't. I was flirting. I know Tenou-san's a lesbian. I'm not stupid. I knew there was more than friendship between the two of them when Kaio-san kissed her in front of me. But why shouldn't I try? I was just playing around. I'm sorry you didn't get the meaning, Tenou-san."
Michiru indicated Haruka to sit down. She grumbled but obeyed.
"Why don't we all sit down and have some tea?", Michiru asked.
While Michiru was in the kitchen, Haruka apologized reluctantly. Just because Michiru wanted her to. Otherwise, she had thrown Jack out.
"Next time you're joking please use a joking intonation."
"Wasn't the whole scene damn funny?" "For me, it was", Ayako interupted them,"You two looked so great. It was like the scene from Bronze when Izumi..."
Haruka relaxed. Ayako was one of the people who would never really grow up but could be terrifying serious. She found that out when Ayako had told her she wasn't only Michiru's colleague at the music school but a Sailor Senshi, too.
"Ayako, I'm not a man." "But you'd make a good one. Ever looked into a mirror, Ruka-chan?" "Don't ever call me this! This is a nickname only used-" ".by Michiru in very intimate and romantic situations or whenever she wants you to do something for her, right?"
Haruka couldn't do anything but smile. This was Ayako, never polite, always giving fresh answers even when she wasn't asked anything.
"I guess you two could collaborate and found a club for silly jokes. This is Hokori Jack-san, and this mad woman is Kurohara Ayako-san. "
Ayako smiled. "So you really dared to flirt with Haruka?"
Jack leaned back. "I didn't mean it this serious."
"But I guess Haruka did.", said Michiru as she entered the room with a tray of tea cups.
The blonde pouted. "Is this the We're-all-mean-to-a-poor-ill-woman-evening? By the way, why did you come home this early and brought Ayako here?"
"Because the restaurant is closed today and we didn't want to wait for a movie we both didn't really want to see." "If you want to be alone with Hokori-san, I'll take Michiru with me and leave you two alone." , Ayako joked.
"Jack." "Nani?" "Please call me Jack. I hate this Japanese suffix-stuff."
The women looked at each other, then at Jack.
"Michiru." Haruka looked at her lover sharply. "Oh well, Michiru-san." Haruka nodded. They didn't need to pretend to be that close. "Tenou-san."
"Haruka, that's frosty, isn't it?", Michiru teased her. "Haruka-san, but never more than that."
She would never get closer to this clown than she was now.
"Just ignore her, Haruka always plays the cool one though she's a cute nice girl.", Ayako declared.
Haruka stared to the carpet as if they talked about someone she didn't know.
Then Jack smiled at Ayako and Haruka at Michiru. Ayako and Jack would make a good couple. Until they'd killed each others' nerves completely, thought Haruka.
"And you're somebody I can flirt with without chancing getting beaten?" "That's direct." "Too direct for a Japanese woman?"
Haruka and Michiru rolled their eyes. Ayako used to flirt with everybody and everything and never took it serious.
"Not really. If you want to know if I'm gay or not, why don't you ask directly?" "So then: Ayako, are you a lesbian, too?"
Ayako who sat next to Michiru gave her a kiss on the cheek. Haruka grinned. Ayako was the only person she would never need to be jealous about. She was far to insane for Michiru.
Haruka knew what expected her now. The opinion of someone who didn't grow up in this world, who could change her sex if she wanted. The opinion of the last living member of the Sailor Starlights. Or just the opinion of someone very tolerant.
Ayako took a small gulp of tea and answered slowly.
"So then: Jack, I hate it when people classify people categorically. What makes a man and what makes a woman a woman? And how deep is a love that refers to the gender of one or both of the partners? When I love a man, I love him because of his character and not because he's got something between his legs. And when I love a woman, I love her for how she is and not for what she is. Retarded people who want to categorize anything call this bisexual, I call it myself."
Jack's eyes widened. "And may I ask if you're single?"
"I guess I'll stay alone until I meet somebody who really understands this. Could you imagine to be in a relationship with a man?"
Jack looked over to Haruka, then to Michiru. "No, I can't."
"Then stop flirting with me." *****
The round of the four spent some hours in the living-room and talked about this and that. Jack and Haruka worked things with each other out and at the end, Haruka was really sorry to have him beaten.
Some time before midnight, Ayako and Jack left.
Haruka immediately walked to the bathroom and got dressed for bed.
When Michiru was ready, Haruka was almost sleeping.
The violinist turned off the light and stroked over her lover's body.
"You overexerted yourself today, didn't you?" "You were the one who let Jack in." "And you were the one who wanted me to let him in."
Haruka purred as Michiru's hand tenderly wandered over her upper body. She was tired but couldn't sleep properly because she had to lay on her back to take care of her ribs. So she started thinking about everything that happened today.
"Michi?" "Hm?" "You knew I needed to rest. Why did you let Jack in anyway?" "I also knew you wouldn't stay still for the whole day. Besides." "Besides what?"
Michiru pretended to snore. How cute, and how mean, thought Haruka who wasn't able to move as she wanted. She managed to lean over to the smaller woman and kiss her.
"You're not sleeping yet. Besides what?"
Michiru giggled.
"Besides he was so good-looking I didn't want him to go so fast."
"You." "What? You like it when I give you a reason to be jealous, don't you?"
Haruka growled.
"Not when I can't move to take revenge." ***** 2003-08-19, 00:28 skygoddess@gmx.net