"Hey, Usagi? I need to go take a shower, so can you just wait here and watch TV, or something?"
"Yeah! Sure," Usagi chuckled. "I thought I wouldn't mention the way you smelled until you snapped out of it."
Usagi watched Haruka walk up the huge set of stairs in her normal, stiff manner, and disappear around the right corner. She guessed that Haruka was just trying to minimize the swaying of her hips, instead of always being constipated. Usagi laughed wildly at the thought. She turned the TV to a different cartoon channel, finding nothing interesting there, and flipping it to another. After awhile, she decided that there wasn't anything decent on out of about a thousand channels.
"Hey, Usagi? I need to go take a shower, so can you just wait here and watch TV, or something?"
"Yeah! Sure," Usagi chuckled. "I thought I wouldn't mention the way you smelled until you snapped out of it."
Haruka didn't know what to say about her comment, so just headed up the grand staircase toward her bedroom.
Usagi watched Haruka walk up the huge set of stairs in her normal, stiff manner, and disappear around the right corner. She guessed that Haruka was just trying to minimize the swaying of her hips, instead of always being constipated. Usagi laughed wildly at the thought. She turned the TV to a different cartoon channel, finding nothing interesting there, and flipping it to another. After awhile she decided that there wasn't anything decent on out of about a thousand channels.
The bored woman got up, went to the kitchen, and bawled loudly w saw that it was completely empty of food.
"WHERE IN THE WORLD DID ALL OF THE FOOD GO!" she cried, her stomach grumbling loudly. "WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WHILE I WAIT?" Usagi felt herself wanting to go back to her own home, and cuddle Mamoru to cure her case of boredom. Back to her house. That gave her and idea. She would look at all the rooms in the mansion that she hadn't seen yet.
Usagi knew that she could get lost in the process, but if she did, Haruka would find her. She walked into the hall leading from the kitchen and stepped into the dinning room. Then she went passed the large wooden table and opened the door leading into another spacious room. Usagi was pretty sure that she hadn't been in here before. The entire floor was seamlessly padded with white mats and nearly covered in plushy white pillows.
Usagi flopped clumsily down on one of the pillows, beside a lacy black pair of underwear and a suspicious looking tube of some viscous stuff. She didn't bother to think about what had been done in the history of this room, but simply relaxed in the comfort, lying on her back and childishly waving her legs in the air.
After a while, Usagi found herself getting bored again and left the room. She went back into the main hall and opened a closed door. It was a walk in closet, consisting of a circular rack on which several hangars had been places. She walked out of the small room and went further down the hall and opened another door. It seemed to be guest bedroom. It was empty beside for a bed and an armoire. Usagi found several more of the same type of room and then went up the stairs at the end of the hall. She knew that she hadn't gone in nearly half of the lower floor, but she would check down there later.
All of the floors that Usagi could see down this corridor were closed as well. She opened the first door to reveal a room strewn with canvases. Usagi went into the room and took a closer look at the pictures. Mostly pictures of the sea: Michiru's specialty. She was pretty sure that these hadn't been published. There was also a painting of Haruka's exact likeness, wearing a white shirt, black slacks, and her flashy smile while sitting on a park bench. Behind that painting was another of Haruka, this one nude, showing the entire front of Haruka. Usagi blushed and quickly put it back, wondering if Haruka's body was actually as feminine as it was portrayed or if Michiru had just made and exaggeration. She guessed that Michiru didn't let Haruka in here; she wouldn't allow those kinds of things to be hanging around when an Usagi could come into the room at any minute.
She left the room an delved further through the mansion to find several more closet, some bathrooms, guestrooms, a room full of Haruka and Michiru's fan mail, a large shower room full of massaging oils and creams, and room of sheet music. Usagi went down to the end of the hall to find another rather large room. This one was partially open. She could hear a shower running from inside of the room and decided that this must be Haruka's bedroom.
Usagi stepped inside of the room to find a relatively neat room, with an exception of the unmade king-sized bed. She had always wondered if Haruka's bedroom was western-style like the rest of her home. Usagi had always found western ways so much more comfortable, especially the sitting positions and beds. Sitting on her heels would make her feet go numb in a matter of seconds, and sleeping on the floor gave her backaches.
Speaking of backaches, pregnancy sure did a number to her. She had spent some of her most miserable times during pregnancy. Usagi had been even hungrier than normal, more stingy than normal, fatter than normal, had backache almost all of the time, and vomited all of the times when she did not. Not to mention ending the pregnancies. Even with Mamoru by her side, it was almost unbearable. All of that pain for a couple of little brats that ate your private stash of cookies and left squeaky toys on the floor for her to trip on. She hadn't even thought of the boogers since she arrived, and was glad of it.
Usagi shook the terrible thoughts from her relatively empty head, and further inspected the room. There was a dresser on each side of the bed. There were two closets, one of them open and filled with dresses and shoes, several other dressers toped with photographs and car models, and a door with steam poring from the small opening at the bottom. Usagi peeked into the small dresser to the right of the bed. A racing magazine, a cell phone, and a picture of Michiru inhabited the top drawer. A bottle of lotion, oil, and a cylindrical object attached to a couple of straps lived in the lower one. Usagi beamed; her hands were a bit dry. She poured a bit of lotion into her hands, noting a pleasant warming sensation as she rubbed it in.
At that moment, the shower stopped running, and Usagi panicked. She quickly checked underneath the bed, but there was not room enough for her. Even she knew that she would be spotted if she hid on the side of the bed and there was no room in the open closet due to Michiru's hundreds of shoes. By this time, Usagi heard the door of the shower close. The panic increased and Usagi rushed to the other closet and dived inside just as the bathroom door opened and closed the door behind her.
Usagi was a bit claustrophobic. Even thought the closet was only a bit smaller than an average-sized room, being shut in a closet just was not comfortable. She was also afraid of the dark. It was almost too much to not cry out in fear. Usagi could hear Haruka humming outside of the door and recognized it as one of Michiru's pieces. Then the footsteps approached her and the closet door opened. Usagi cowered beneath the rack of shirts, kimono, and pants, closed her eyes, and hoped that her beating would be quick.
Haruka grabbed a pair of dress pants and another dress shirt. Usagi was so close to Haruka that she could feel the heat radiating from her body. She didn't dare to look up, in fear of what she would see. Probably something a bit like a close up-up Michiru's painting. Haruka continued to shuffle through the closet, still humming, and nearly touching Usagi with the thigh she was jiggling in rhythm with her song.
Usagi just couldn't help it. She had to look. Haruka smelled so good and she really wanted to see what she looked like…well…when she actually looked like a woman. She knew that was not a good excuse, but supposed it would do.
And it was a close-up indeed. Not an unpleasant one either. Usagi felt herself growing tingly all over. She looked exactly like the painting, rather curvaceous, but more than a bit lacking up there. Usagi made a sound. She wasn't sure of what sound she made or what for, but she definitely made one.
Haruka stopped humming and listened closely. Then she shook her head, closed the closet door, and continued humming where she left off. If Usagi had been capable of counting her blessings, she would have, but she simply had more blessings than fingers, so it was not possible.
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