Chapter 8

Maybe I'm a freak too

When Michiru awoke the next morning, her first thought was for Haruka. She prepared for breakfast, hoping she would see the blonde. But before she had another person to see… She headed for Setsuna's room. She hadn't dared to come the past night because it was late, and Hotaru was surely asleep. She knocked at the door of Setsuna's room; the woman opened her, the baby in her arms.

« You're lucky, she has just awaked. » Setsuna gave her the baby. Michiru was smiling brightly.

« She's so cute… I have all my time to take care of you now… How old do you think she is? » asked Michiru.

« Not very old, she's very little, I'd say a few days, no more. »

« How can parents be so cruel…? Abandon a newborn. »

« I guess they were poor people, that's why they abandoned her in front of this door, they probably hoped she would be welcomed here, in a wealthy family. »

« Probably… And I promise to care her as my own child. Did my father-in-law say something else about her being here? I hoped he didn't talk to Haruka. »

« No, remember, he said he would let you do it. And he asked nothing, except that he found her name strange. But… Don't you want to have children on your own? »

« I… I'd like to… But I think I never will. »

« You so much wanted children… Is Lord Tenoh not willing to have children? »

« That's sort of complicated. When he'll see her he will adopt her for sure! Who can resist her? »

« Nobody. »

« I will have to rearrange my apartments; I want her to be near me. »

« Excuse me for asking you this but… And if Lord Tenoh disapproves? »

« You heard his father? She'll stay whatever he says. But I'd rather him to agree… »

« Michiru? » asked an asleep but cold voice behind her.

« Haruka. You awoke late; I think your last night's activities exhausted you… I guess your head must be in pain. But even if you're ill you'll have to listen, I have plenty of things to talk to you about… First, take little Hotaru in your arms. »

« Little what? Well… I'm glad you are ready to fight, because even if I'm ill, I have things to discuss too… Besides my night was probably less exhausting than yours… I've been told that the king was an exhausting person… »

Michiru had put the baby in Haruka's arm who now was holding it without having given it the slightest glance.

« Yes, let's talk about this… » said Michiru.

« There's nothing to say. You sleep whoever you… What is this? » said Haruka, finally realizing she was holding a baby.

« Our little girl. »

« A minute… What are you talking about? I must be still asleep. »

« You aren't. Someone left her in front of the door, and I want to raise her as my own child since you won't give me any. »

« Hey! I'm the one deciding! … She's cute… What's her name? »

« Hotaru. So I guess it's okay… »

« This name rings a bell… I love it. And no, it's not okay… I… I don't know yet, I have to think of it before. »

« So it's okay. Setsuna, can you care the baby a minute; I have to talk to my husband about something in private. »

« Talk? Not now… I didn't take my breakfast, besides; I'd like to bring the baby for a walk… You want to come with me baby, of course you want have a walk with Haruka-papa…»

Michiru looked at Haruka, she was angry, but she couldn't help but smile… Maybe Haruka tried to look indifferent, but it was obvious that she was already attached to the baby too… she was acting like a father. Haruka looked at Michiru with wide eyes, Michiru was laughing.

« What is it? » asked Haruka.

« Nothing… Haruka-papa. But I insist, I want to talk to you. There's a point I want to clarify. »

« I think I don't have the choice. »

Haruka handed the baby to Setsuna carefully, then followed Michiru in her room.

« So… What's the matter? Besides the fact you went to the court without my permission. »

« Oh I needed your permission? The problem is that I thought I had it. You said you wanted me to show there more than once! But let me tell you that I'll never go back there! Never! »

« I know I said it, but I'm the man! You must not go outside without my permission. I never told you to leave the house! »

« The man? What a man! If you're 'a man', so I am Haruka. We're not a usual couple. »

« It doesn't mean you don't have to obey. I want you to mind your sharp tongue or you'll regret it! »

« A threat? I can't see why I deserve to be threatened. After all, I acted as your wife; I showed myself at the court, I've been polite and exquisite. My sharp tongue is only for you. I made you honour. And the only thing you did was selling me to your king! »

« I said I wanted you to stay home! You sold yourself! I hope you had fun! »

« I didn'…Well since my own husband isn't able to do it I had to find pleasure somewhere else… » Said Michiru, suddenly wondering if it was anger she had caught in Haruka's tone… She could swear she had seen a kind of… Jealousy in it.

« Michiru! A lady doesn't say this kind of… who told you I wasn't able to give you pleasure? I could do things to you that you surely never imagined in your little girl's mind. »

Michiru felt surprised by this answer and a little curious too, even if she feared to know more.

« And how? You're a woman. » She was feeling that the answers would please her a little too much. But why would they please her? She couldn't be pleased by women sexual activities… It was so unnatural.

« I know many ways to making you scream with pleasure and begging me for more, even a frustrated, cold and uptight woman as you wouldn't resist me if I only I wanted to have you in my bed. But I won't tell them to you, you might faint if you knew about my 'freaky' activities. »

Michiru felt her blood boiling. She felt insulted, and even if she was a young well-mannered woman, and that she should have looked shocked, she fought back.

« Who told you I'm a frustrated, cold and uptight person? »

« Well it's kind of obvious for everyone, you… »

Michiru's voice had been both angry and seductive. She grabbed Haruka's shirt, there was no way Haruka was going to win this fight… She'll prove her wrong.

« Michiru… what are you doing?… »

Haruka was less confident now that the turquoise-haired girl was so near. Her skin smelt so nice… her so sweet skin… suddenly sweet lips joined hers in a passionate kiss… Or was it the contrary?

Michiru was feeling awkward, she hadn't kissed Haruka since the night she had discovered her true gender. She thought it would be different if she kissed her now she knew, not that loving and passionate… But there was no difference, no difference between what she was feeling now and what she had felt for the blonde on their wedding day… « I'm in love, even if she's a woman… Nothing has changed! Haruka is still Haruka whatever her gender… I'm in love with my husband… No… I'm in love with my wife. »

Those thoughts disturbed her, she had to stop and think properly about the situation… But she was far too absorbed by her lover. She had opened her shirt while Haruka helped her getting rid of her dress (a difficult issue she managed without stopping the kiss). Now the top of Michiru's dress was on the floor and she knew her corset wasn't far from falling too. Haruka seemed more at ease than her about getting off that dress…

Haruka was surprised by the lack of resistance she met… But she was even more surprised by her own behaviour; she was supposed to hate Michiru. « She's still your damn wife, even if she's attractive… sexy… irresistible… you resent her, don't you? She'll freak in no time… But why can't I just stop? »

Haruka tightened her embrace and leaned Michiru on the bed. The girl finally lost her corset and Haruka's shirt was hanging on her shoulders, she got rid of it and began to get rid of the bottom of the dress « Why women have such complicate clothing? »

Michiru was not asking herself if sleeping with a woman was right, wrong… She just knew it would very pleasant… But Haruka had still her bandages on her breasts and didn't seem willing to getting them off. Haruka was conscious of this of course, but she thought that Michiru would find the vision shocking. « She provoked you… And it is just a test… She just wants to know about sex, she doesn't love you and you don't love her… »

But when Haruka felt her bandages fall, she sent a questioning look to Michiru.

« Why? » asked Haruka.

« I don't know… I wanted to see you as you are… Maybe. »

« Last time you saw them you said I was a freak. »

« Maybe I'm a freak too. Kiss me Haruka. »

Haruka obeyed her wife. Then she got rid of her last pieces of clothes. Then Michiru discovered that women could make love to other women… And that she didn't want anyone else to make her feel this way… She only wanted Haruka; who had to admit that there something very special about Michiru and her… But the word that described this link didn't want to cross her mind, though it had reached her very soul long ago, the first time she had seen her.