Author's note: Ah, I edited it because I think the previous one has lots of error, and major SUCK! Well I still hesitate for this edited version but at least I tried. Oh thank you very much to papapapuffy, conan10, Lyra14260, Hitokira, Rae (you make me want to be better and better), Shawaazu, tsubasa, prince of the oceans, and LadyVenus11.
Disclaimer : Own the plot. However Michiru and Haruka aren't mine.. It's obvious!
It was Sunday, and it supposed to be Haruka's off day.
But now she was in Michiru's apartment,
She was in a small café that can gave her a view to both the elevator and the stairs.
She was eating some breakfast, just some bread with coffee, waiting for Michiru to come down to the lobby as her mind wandered somewhere else.
When she told her boss that she was going to infiltrated Michiru's room to put on some wires, her boss went completely insane (but happy though) as he gave her lots of equipment she needed to do her 'job' this morning, Including a small infrared camera she brought just now. So much of being a stalker. 'Just how that freak got all of those thing anyway?' The tall blonde woman thought. But she couldn't complaint, these equipments were actually spectacular. They really helped her, but Haruka didn't like to use them in another occasion but she simply couldn't adapted with them, not when it brought harms to other people's life.
Besides, she was still concerned about Michiru.
Last night she saw Michiru's threw up, how the pain reflected on her face, how pale she was, how her body trembled as she cried. Michiru was so weak, she couldn't supports her own legs! The aqua goddess just leaned herself on the floor, didn't want to move, or she simply couldn't. Haruka didn't know why, but this fact seemed to make her felt bad about the violinist. Something unseen tore her heart to saw Michiru drowned in her own sadness.
Haruka scratch her head, her green eyes locked to the elevator. Maybe the broken goddess wouldn't come down, maybe she's tired after all those tears, after all
Haruka couldn't forget how Michiru smack her phone to the floor last night. She could see how fragile that woman at that time. How unsupported, how she seemed so lonely. Aqua strands covered her beautiful face while she cried last night.
'She looked like a broken porcelain.' Haruka thought.
Then she felt guilty because the thing she was about to do.
She sipped her coffee, and sighed. Normally she never felt so much trouble to sneak and butt to other people's life. It was her job after all. But she never put some wire in one person's room, especially some troubled woman like her, like Michiru. And somehow she didn't want to make the aqua hair girl hate her.
'Snap! Snap! Focus!' She screamed to her own thought. Sipped some more coffee to help her relax her brain.
But her mind didn't want to give up. It simply gave her lots image of Michiru.
Haruka tried to ignore her mind and played with her cell phone instead of watching the elevator. Hoped it could help her throw out some images.
Haruka bent her head to the table, concentrated on her cell phone. Refused to be teased by her mind.
She was nervous, she was afraid, and those feelings haunted her, and these made her confused, because she didn't know why she cared so much for the aqua hair girl. Why she wanted to get close to her. How she wanted to lift Michiru's burden from her shoulders. To make her happy, to made her smile, to be her source of energy, to be needed for the aqua beauty.
Suddenly, something in her mind told her to looked up. Her eyes widened but she still looked to the table.
Haruka's heart beat faster, and somehow she knew, she knew the goddess was there, was in the same room right now.
Slowly she looked up to the elevator, lifted her own eyes from the table to the elevator.
And there she is, that aqua goddess stepped out from the elevator, she wore a white summer dress that shows her legs, and white high heels. 5cm perhaps? Breathtaking as always. As the blonde always knew.
Haruka bit her lower lips without even realizing it.
The journalist admired every inch of this beautiful woman who stood not too far from her.
The curves,
Haruka stared at the slim waist.
Hair, Haruka looked to Aqua wavy hair that frame the pale face perfectly, how it moved in every single action of its owner, how it glows, how it looked neatly combed.
Lips, Haruka eyes went to the pink wet lips, it opened a bit, showing her white teeth, tempted her.
Neck, The blonde trailed the long neck with silken skin, 'perfectly wonderful'
Haruka didn't realize how fast her heart beating, how the beating rang in her ears, how foolish her expression must be at that time, how much desire she struggled to held, to touch this beauty, how her mind yelled at her, ordered her to take the goddess for herself.
'Beautiful,' Haruka thought, following Michiru with her gaze. 'So beautiful ' When the violinist turned her back, Michiru's long aqua hair covered her bare back, but Haruka could still see her white delicate skin.
It just too much for her, she even forgot her mission, all she was doing is staring. Stared at Michiru. Her legs were long, and her heels support her legs perfectly, showing some feminine curves from it.
When the violinist walked, her legs crossed, just like runway models.
The journalist drowned in Michiru's charm. Haruka drowned, and didn't bother to help herself. She didn't need to, she simply loved all the feelings that merge in her mind.
Haruka held her breath, didn't dare to blink, to even move. Afraid to lose sight of this beauty.
To her surprise Michiru walked and sat at the table in front of her, Haruka noticed the sunglasses, then she thought, 'Maybe she wears that to hide her swollen eyes, I mean she was crying all night, she couldn't still looks so perfect after all that.'
She blinked,
Fool, now she remembered her mission. She realized she held her breath too long. She let out a long sigh, gasped for air, still she could feel her heart beating like crazy.
Haruka put her arm to her chest, felt the pounding heart inside, she couldn't help but to enjoy every moment and upset at the same time.
She was upset because she mustn't attracted to Michiru. She was suppose to think, not to grouping by eyes.
Haruka could smell Michiru's scent, fresh ocean scent. She missed this unknown scent.
Haruka swallowed hard, then lightly shook her head.
'What is this sudden feelings? Why it is so hard to keep my mind rational? I'm at work right now for God sake!'
Michiru ordered coffee while Haruka tried to hid her blushed face.
If someone saw her, they might thought Haruka weird.
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Michiru closed her eyes, and sighed a long sigh.
She was going to check it up this morning, hell, she must!
Last night was hell, no these couple of months were hell!
'Now what am I going to do? If it is right, what am I going to do?'
Michiru cleared her throat, shook her head a bit.
Her heart broke, it bleeds. She didn't want to think anymore because it'll hurt her much more. She didn't want to eat because she's afraid to threw it up later, She didn't want to meet her friends, because they would ask her lots of questions she didn't want to answer, then it'll make her remember. Remember the pain, remember the sadness, remember the hell she went through, and how she didn't want everything went back like it used to be.
'Remember these trash, remember all those torturing days, remember how broke my heart this time.'
A low voice entered her wandering mind,
"Here's your coffee miss."
A waiter put down a cup of coffee. Made Michiru went back to her reality.
Michiru smiled at him, and thanked him with a tip afterwards.
The waiter bowed and went away.
She checked her watch, her appointment with her doctor is 11 o'clock, now it was 8 o'clock.
'Maybe I could go to the beach before went to the hospital.'
Michiru drank her coffee carefully, not to burn her tongue. Felt the warm liquid run down her throat.
Suddenly she felt being watch by someone, but then it didn't bother her so much, she learned to ignored lots of people, who like to stare at her. It was usual, and she didn't mind.
Beside, she had more to worried other than people staring at her.
But something urge her to looked up, something she didn't understand, she didn't know why but she simply have to looked up.
Then she saw a tall blonde hair woman. The blonde startled, knew Michiru caught her eyes. As she tried to hid her blushed face by bent her head to the table, Michiru was thinking.
Michiru frowned, something familiar from this girl, but she didn't exactly know what it was.
Why it bothered her? She didn't know this girl, but there is an urge to know.
The way this girl crossed her legs, her loose white shirt, her tight jeans, and her eyes.. those green eyes. She knew.. She's some kind familiar with her. Those blonde strands covered her eyes. Green eyes, more like teal eyes.
A source of light shone right through her heart.
She didn't know why though.
Somehow by seeing this girl made her felt a slight of comfort.
Like someone put a bandage to her bleeding heart .
Like someone covered you with a thick blanket when you cold.
Like someone kissed you for the first time.
But her sadness and sorrow dragged her deeper to darkness. She just felt those happiness for a second and then it vanished into thin air. Like it never had shown to her.
Then Michiru came back to reality, She couldn't imagine these this things. First, she's not into girls. Second she didn't know her, third, it was ridiculous, fourth, and it was probably only her imagination.
'Maybe I should go now, before I went insane'
Michiru quickly finished her coffee and leave.
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Came to her responsibility as a professional journalist, Haruka came to the surface of her own thought. She knew Michiru was going to leave, and she needed to do something about it.
She decided to followed Michiru than to put the wires. She didn't know where Michiru's room was, and if she asked the receptionist it would make her suspicious. So the blonde thinks it was better to followed Michiru, then find some details she need to infiltrated Michiru's residence.
Haruka waited for some seconds before followed the violinist. Her infrared camera recorded every single thing. It linked to her bag, Haruka just need to positioned it to Michiru. Made sure it recorded everything she needed.
After some moment, Haruka walked to the parking lot, which Michiru was heading. Wondered where would Michiru going to visit.
She saw Michiru stopped at the blue VW.
It's definitely her car.
The journalist, quickly ran to her motorbike, a green Kawasaki. It was easier to follow somebody with motorbike, so traffic jam wouldn't difficult Haruka.
She ran to the motorbike parking lot, almost as fast as the wind, grabbed her leather jacket and put it on, then she finally rode her motorbike.
Then she rode it slowly, watching Michiru's VW got out from the parking lot. Haruka followed her, put her helmet on, once she got out to the road, Carefully, not to got caught by the goddess.
The blonde could see the smaller girl's figure inside the blue VW through her helmet. Never let go off her sight.
The blonde moved skillfully through the crowded traffic. Hid her motorbike from Michiru's sight and recording her at the same time.
How she enjoyed every moment to watched her like this. Maybe her job was not so bad after all. Haruka smiled. The street was crowded with vehicle. Haruka easily catch up with Michiru, not to close, she watched her distant, calculated not to be too close to the blue VW. But her eyes never let go, her infrared camera still followed every single of Michiru's movement.
The weather was hot. The journalist realized that she was sweating all over her leather jacket. She could feel the leather collar touched her neck, it was uncomfortable, but the blonde ignored it. She needed this story (that was she thought) so she didn't complaint.
Haruka knew she followed Michiru not only for her job, but she was curios too. Curios to know her.
She bent her body, decreasing her distant to Michiru.
Eventually they got outside the big city, now there less any crowded traffic, or honking cars.
Haruka gazed to the beautiful scenery that welcomed them. Beach..
The clouds were so white and looked so fluffy, the waves was calm, the air was fresh.
It's like there only the two of them, enjoyed the scenery, the good weather, the wind, the sounds of the waves, everything.
The journalist simply smiled a big smile, 'it is not bad, not bad at all!'
The coconut's tree leaves were dancing, followed the order of the winds, sand shimmering all over and there were some people running, playing, simply enjoying the beach.
'Oh my God, I never know any place like this before'
Haruka grabbed a recorder from her pocket, decided it was her time to recorded some report.
"Day two, 16 August, 9.30 am. I'm following Kaioh San to the beach, probably her favorite spot."
She put the recorder back to her pocket.
Michiru parked her car, Haruka passed her, pretended that she was just passing by, then parked her motorbike not to far from Michiru's.
Haruka took off her helmet, then she turned just as when the beautiful aqua hair girl stepped out her car, her long beautiful legs came out first, (Haruka swallowed hard as she saw this) then her head leaned out, and the rest of her body, well that little action was enough to brought Haruka melting.
Haruka hardly stood on her own foot.
Drop dead gorgeous.
The blonde was so much attracted to her physical beauty.
Haruka hid herself under a coconut tree shadows. Took many pictures of Michiru, using her ordinary camera.
Michiru took off her heels, playing with the sand with her feet.
She smiled softly and throw her sunglasses to the air. She could feel her white dress being played by the wind, to felt a little sparkle water to her skin.
'I'm so glad I decided to came her.' she sighed, giggled a bit and took a handful of sand and threw it to the water.
Haruka giggled too when Michiru did. She felt happy for her. Those negativity that she saw last night disappeared.
It was like, Michiru gathered her own pieces with the help of sea.
She liked this Michiru, she liked this woman, who giggled and chuckle a lot. Who simply had fun with the water, the sand, the wind, the nature that surrounded her, gave her extra beauty.
'The ocean seems to fit her especially with that hair.' Her hair color sparkling, resembles the water's color.
Haruka looked to Michiru's eyes through her camera, it was not swollen as Haruka thought it was. It looked a little bit lacked of sleep of course, but not swollen.
Haruka really enjoyed the moment. She didn't care about the thick cloud that slowly hung above them, didn't care that she supposed to put wires in Michiru's room, indirectly abandoned her task, didn't care about everything else except this happy Michiru.
This beautiful Michiru.
This laughing Michiru.
Suddenly Michiru stopped.
Her face was pale, and her body began to trembled. Haruka looked up from her camera. Concern surrounded her, 'what happened? I hope there's nothing wrong..'
She tightened her grip to her camera.
Michiru fell to her knees.
Haruka stood up quickly.
'Something wrong with her!'
Michiru shook her head lightly and threw up.
Haruka stepped out the shadow.
Michiru face went blank and she collapsed.
Haruka didn't care about her hiding anymore, she ran towards Michiru. Kneeled beside her, brought Michiru up to her arms.
Unfortunately, It started to pouring.
The wind became fierce.
The air wasn't fresh like before.
Soon, the rain wetted them both. Wetted their clothes, wetted their hair, wetted their skin.
'What do I do?' Haruka thought, gazed to the pale face of the smaller woman.
'What do I do?' She looked around in panic, hoping to find something to help her.
She felt the feverish body of the smaller woman's body. 'She has a fever! Great! Couldn't be any worse!'
The blonde caught a sight of Michiru's car, there's no shelter around and the only choice is Michiru's car.
The blonde couldn't help to notice the wet dress and how every feminine curves showed up from Michiru's body.
She blushed hard by her own thought and in rush, took her leather jacket, covered Michiru's body with it.
Haruka held her tight and brought her to Michiru's car.
For some moments, Haruka let Michiru laid on the hot asphalt while she was searching the car's key from Michiru's purse.
Finally she found it, sighed in relieve. She closed her eyes for a seconds, hoping her decision would be right.
Haruka unlocked the car, brought Michiru to her arms again, she noticed waters was falling from Michiru's face, hair, nose, chin,..
'And she's still looking great? Damn this woman..'
Haruka put the fainted woman to the backseat. Leaned her to leather sit.
She couldn't escort the girl to the apartment, everyone will found out.
No, the hospital wouldn't do it either.
Her own apartment? 'No, Kaioh San would freaked out if she wake up in stranger apartment'
Then, what to do?
What to do?
She bit her lower lips. Didn't realize she still bent to Michiru's body, didn't realize her hand still trapped beneath the aqua hair girl's body.
She was so close, so close that a drop of water falling and touch Michiru's face. Michiru's mumbled a weak murmur, it startled the journalist. She gasped and her heart jumped to her throat.
Haruka went big eye and let go her arm from the violinist body, held her arm up, like a thieve getting caught, frowned, crossed her fingers, and hoped the smaller woman wouldn't wake up. Haruka held her breath..
To her relieve Michiru didn't wake up.
But her face still deep red, and her breathing were fast.
Her fever...
Haruka needed to do something.
She simply went to the front seat.
Drove the car to the nearest motel.
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I really appreciate it okay!
Thank you.
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