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Chapter 11: Home Sweet Home
A whole month had passed since the winter holidays when the principal finally called them in his office for the official communication: "You can move into your new apartment. Here are your keys."
They took them with a little uneasiness... not only were they leaving their own apartments, but they were also going to live together - something that made both of them feel happy and anxious at the same time...
The first time Haruka and Michiru entered their new apartment, they were speechless... lodging for students was usually comfortable, but very small... this one was comfortable, but very big!
There was a living room, a kitchen, two bedrooms (that wasn't necessarily a good thing at all, however...) and a large bathroom: a real luxury.
It took them a while to settle everything, but soon they were finally at home...
The evening came quickly... they spent the whole day (a Sunday, their only day off) putting this thing here and that there...
Now rearranging her room, Haruka sighed with satisfaction when the last box was emptied...
There were some posters of cars and famous racers on the walls... books of classical music, motorsports and narrative on a shelf... an old, worn-out teddy bear carefully put on her desk, where there was also a lamp and her school books to keep it company... in a corner of the room there was even a keyboard that Haruka liked to play when in just the right mood...
Now it definitely looked like 'her' bedroom.
Meanwhile Michiru was doing a good job of unpacking as well...
In her room there was an easel and a box with paint brushes and colors in a corner near the window... her prized violin case along with some music books sat on a small table in the corner on the other side... some of her paintings were on the walls... a huge, full-length mirror was placed near the closet and another smaller one hung on the wall above the desk, where the aqua-haired beauty kept all of her cosmetic products.
Having finished a long time before her taller partner, the smaller girl was taking a shower... Haruka could hear the running water in the bathroom that was right next to her room... more exactly, it was between their rooms, with a door on both side, so that they could easily enter it... of course, they also had to remember to close the other's door to avoid embarrassing situations...
Not knowing what else she could do, the young car racer wandered around the apartment and ended up in the living room, in front of the television...
What caught her interest was the refined glass statue of two dolphins that was on the shelf over the TV... it was wonderful and perfect, but also extremely delicate... just like her relationship with Michiru.
No.. that wasn't true... their friendship was the best thing that ever happened in her life and it was a strong feeling... she was absolutely confident that there was an unbreakable bond between them... a thread that linked her soul with Michiru's in the past, present and even in future... now and evermore, for eternity...
There again, could this 'strong bond' grow into love?
"You look so thoughtful..."
Haruka roused and turned to face her partner, shocked by the vision before her eyes... this was the second time that she had seen the smaller girl with only a towel around her perfect body, but -this- time the circumstances were somehow.. different...
"It was nothing..." she swallowed hard, trying to look as unaffected as possible (and of course, she failed miserably...)
Again there was that all-knowing and understanding smile on Michiru's lips as she decided to tease her friend... again.
"Are you sure?" the girl moved closer to Haruka (who was growing more and more nervous) and slowly raised one of her delicate, violinist's hands to touch those stubborn sandy blond locks of hair that always fell over her partner's beautiful green eyes...
Haruka looked always so independent... strong... unreachable... but did anyone ever see the kindness and care in those deep eyes?
Her gentle, bright soul...
How often had the aqua-haired beauty wished to paint the taller girl, trying to put on the paper what she saw and felt so clearly in her heart...
What was began as a joke, gradually changed in something different.. an uncontrollable need to go on and never stop again...
Haruka was completely mesmerized by Michiru's blue eyes... they were full of tenderness and... longing?
She swallowed again while the smaller girl's hand moved to caress her left temple.. her cheek-bone... it moved along her jaw line and down her neck... to her collar-bone... and finally it rested on her chest, between her breasts.
Oh, no.. please heart, stop beating so fast, she'll notice!
Haruka didn't move an inch... her mind did a complete shut down, leaving her speechless and with no idea of how to react to what was happening... Michiru's closeness was driving her crazy... her desire for the aqua-haired beauty was greater than ever and Haruka was having a hard time trying to keep herself under control...
To Michiru, the taller girl's strong (and amazingly fast) heart-beat was like a soothing lullaby... she couldn't help it and slowly, she leaned her forehead on Haruka's chest, closing her eyes to enjoy the pleasant sensation of that warm body against her own...
Haruka looked down lovingly at her friend, the violinist's perfume intoxicated her... it felt so right.. so good.. that she couldn't restrain herself.
Able to move again, she raised her arms to embrace Michiru... but then, just a moment before she did... the door bell rang.
The young car racer stood frozen in motion (her curses cannot be quoted, but they were many and very imaginative).
Fate was a damn nuisance...
Michiru, however, didn't istantly react... but when she slightly moved away from her partner, she had a mischievous smile on her lips: "Well? Aren't you going to answer it?"
"Uh.. yeah..." Haruka blinked, confused, then she walked to the living room, leaving behind an amused - but also blushing - Michiru.
It wasn't his fault, he was just doing his job... nevertheless, when the door opened, the postman was greeted with the look of absolute irritation written on the face of a tall, blond boy... "What?" Haruka snapped (after all, he was the one who had disrupted her magical moment with Michiru.. he deserved a little bad treatment...)
"Ehm, good morning, sir. I have a package for.. Kaioh Michiru." the postman read the name on his document, then smiled... the tall boy looked rather upset and he didn't want any trouble by upsetting him more.
'Sir'... tha man really wanted to piss her off, didn't he?
"You can give it to me." the annoyed girl replied coldly.
The postman did as he was told and after the blonde signed the paper, he bowed and left in a hurry.
Haruka walked back into the living room, studying the mysterious box in her hands. It was for Michiru so she couldn't open it...
In the end she simply put it on the table and sat on the couch to watch television and try not to think about what had happened just a few minutes before...
After a little while, the young violinist entered in the room...
this time she was dressed (a real pity): "What's that?"
"Don't know, it's yours. The postman gave it to me."
Michiru sat near her partner and took the box in her lap to open it... inside there was a small, expensive vase made in Hokkaido and a letter. Michiru took it with a bad feeling...
Haruka looked from the vase to the letter and then again at the aqua-haired girl... she wanted to know what was going on, of course: "Who sent you that?"
"My parents..." Michiru began, looking none too happy.. "They're coming to Tokyo... next week..."
"It's a good thing... ne?"
"It is... I suppose..."
Haruka was watching her questioningly and Michiru tried to explain what was on her mind: "I haven't seen them that often in the last few years... they've always traveled a lot because of their work, leaving me home... they came back with many gifts - just like this vase - and in a few days, they left again... I spent a lot of time alone when I was a child... playing my violin, painting..."
"And you've become a great violinist and painter..." Haruka said with a gentle smile, sensing her partner's sadness.
Michiru took a bit of consolation in her words... "However, I can't understand why they decided to come back to Tokyo right now..."
"They just want to see you, of course!" Haruka answered cheerfully and focused again on the TV program she was watching.
How naive of her... she couldn't even begin to imagine what sort of trouble was awaiting them when Michiru's parents arrived...
