Disclaimer: I don't own Haruka and Michiru.
The room was dark. The curtain was shut. You could only see a slight light came between the curtains. The sound of the wind whispered in her ears, and rain pouring down to the grounds.
Haruka laid the aqua goddess to the queen size bed carefully. She felt the fever burned her skin, felt the heart beat of the smaller woman, heard the woman murmured about something she couldn't catch.
She watched the pale skin, the redden face, how her lips turned white. This woman was sick. She simply knew that.
The violinist was so fragile but at the same time, she could make Haruka full of her. The blonde sat beside Michiru. The air was cold, and her wet clothes made it worse.
Haruka took off the leather jacket from Michiru's body, hesitated for a moment that felt like thousands minutes before decided to took the dress off Michiru's body.
Haruka could felt her heart pounded so hard, it rang awfully loud in her ear. She kept repeating to her mind that she just did this for Michiru's good while her hands dried the goddess body with a towel she found in bathroom, and then she covered Michiru's body with a night robe.
Gently, Haruka covered Michiru with a thick blanket.
The desire to touch Michiru was almost unbearable. She still remembered the slim body and flat stomach, the healthy white soft skin, the curves.
'She's looks so peaceful..'
Haruka smiled. Michiru's face no longer looked stressful, and her breathing was slower.
Haruka gently put a cold towel to Michiru's forehead. She saw some tense from Michiru's forehead faded, and she smiled a faint smiled.
Suddenly, a thought comes to her mind. It was a great opportunity! This whole thing could be a good story to write. Or she could use Michiru's unconscious to her good.
Her thoughts were interrupting with a loud ring tone that came from Michiru's purse.
Haruka quickly grabbed the purse and ran to the bathroom. Tried to redeem the loud tone.
The journalist saw the caller name. 'Meio Setsuna' displayed there.
'Meio?' Haruka thought. 'Could it be Meio Setsuna? The famous doctor of..' Her mind trailed off. Now her boss called her, she could felt her cell phone vibrated in her pocket. She answered it.
"Tenou Haruka here"
"Ah, Tenou San! So, how is it going?" a familiar voice of her boss, Kakeshi San welcomed her.
"Listen, I have Kaioh San in my room right now, she."
Her Boss cut her off
"Don't tell me you bang her!"
"I'm NOT! Duh?" Haruka blushed hard and bit her lower lip. How come this stupid thing became her boss?
"Okay, so?"
"I found her unconscious, she fainted, so I brought her here. Should I make this a story?"
There was a pause. The old man must be thinking by now.
"No, it's not enough, we need more! She doesn't look innocent if she fainted, we need to catch her do some terrible things. Then people will be reading our magazines. Find more!"
With that the conversation was over.
'I will hurt her, sooner on later I'll hurt her'
She closed her eyes. She was feeling tired. All she wanted to do was just sleep or have a nice meal.
Haruka didn't want to hurt Michiru, the thought was sick, but then her company will be bankrupt is she didn't do this.
Why does it matter so much? Who is this Kaioh?
The blonde stared to the mirror that hung beside her.
She cared for the goddess, she liked how the smaller girl smiles, talk, cry, walk, everything she does. And there's a burst of joy every time she sees her. Tingling sensation she couldn't explain.
'Maybe... I love her'
Horror swept her face. Now how am I supposed to do this if I love her?
A faint gasped from the other room forced Haruka back to reality.
She heard a sob.
Does she wake up?
The tall woman kneeled in front of the door, leaned her ear to the door. There is still sobs.
Could she risk seeing what happened in the other room?
Haruka opened the bathroom door a Bit, she took a peek and saw Michiru still laid there.
The journalist hesitated for a moment before decided to take a close sight. She crawled on the floor, approached the smaller woman.
"no.. Don't...don't touch me!"
The aqua goddess mumbled and cried, but her eyes still shut.
Tears were running down her reddened cheeks. Wetted her beautiful face.
Haruka kneeled beside the queen-sized bed. She heard the sobs, heard the wind, and heard the rain mixed to a song.
The violinist face expressed fright. Haruka knew she had a nightmare, she wanted so badly to wake her up, simply to tell her that it was just a bad dream. But she couldn't. She couldn't risk herself.
Before she knew it, she took of the wet towel from the goddess forehead and kissed her.
She loved the burst of feeling she felt. How her heart lifted up, high to the sky, felt this was where she belonged.
The soft lips spread warmth to her lips. She snapped her eyes open and ran away from the room with disbelief and shocked.
She just kissed her!
She kissed her!
What in the world made her did that?
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Michiru was running, running as fast as she could. She panted, tried to escape from something.
Right at that moment, someone grabbed her shoulder and forced her to sit. She tried to shake him but the man was stronger.
He sat on her legs and started to unbutton her blouse.
Michiru screamed and tried to hurt the rude man but the man wouldn't move even a bit.
She screamed, cried, she didn't want to live anymore, she simply couldn't bear it.
Then suddenly she smells something. Scent she could notice, like grass field, or leaves. It made comfort spread through her mind.
The goddess felt warm lips kissed her. Although she couldn't see the figure that kissed her, but she knew it was nothing like the rude man. The kiss was beautiful, here she felt safe, with this warm lips pressed against her.
Michiru shot her eyes open. Her lips burned, her heart pounded, "where am I?"
She sat on the bed, a wet towel fell from her forehead.
Her stomach growled, she needed to throw up.
"where am I?" Again she asked loudly to herself.
She examined the room again.
She was in a room, unfamiliar room.
She observed her clothes, someone changed it.
Michiru remembered her last state when she fell unconscious at the beach. It was likely someone brought her here and took care of her. Again she felt cold and very sick, what if someone who brought her here was not a kind of a nice person. What if it was him whom brought her here?
The goddess quickly stepped out the bed, she gathered her things and changed again to her white crumbled dress.
Finally she noticed the door wasn't closed. It was wide open. Whoever brought her here must had left her.
A leather jacket caught her attention. It laid on the floor near the bed. It was not her, so it belonged to the person who brought her here. She grabbed it and examined its pockets.
She found a recorder.
Small silver recorder with 'Haruka Tenou' label on it.
'Haruka? So it wasn't him after all.' Michiru thought, still stood there. Relieved by the fact. Although she wasn't unsure this Haruka person was a good person.
Suddenly Michiru heard familiar ring tone rudely tore her thoughts. It was her cell phone of course. Now she had finally remembered what she had to do. She was already late. It was already 12 o'clock judged by the watch on the nightstand. Setsuna might had called her few times before.
The Violinist forced her way to the source of sounds. Found her cell phone laid on the floor. She took it and answered the phone.
"Kaioh here."
"At last! Why won't you answer earlier?' She knew this voice. It was Setsuna liked she was expected.
"I'm sorry.. I... Collapsed again.."
Setsuna gasped.
"When? Where? Okay, where are you now? I'll come to pick you up!"
The aqua hair girl sighed. She observed the room
"I don't know. Some kind of inn?" She said unsure.
"What?"
Michiru was very tired. She didn't know the whole situation either. She'd love to just sleep again. She didn't care for anything. Only her aching stomach and her mind kept telling her to be reasonable. She exited her room, asked the receptionist where she was, told Setsuna and then she hung up. Setsuna would pick her up. Everything would be fine. She just hoped Haruka didn't recognized her as the violinist.
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The tall blonde panted. She ran miles away from the motel. The rain had stopped pouring and the wind no longer restless. What she had done? What was she thinking? She kissed her!
She touch her lips. Her breath got slower as she regained her breath. 'It felt warm.'
Haruka grabbed her front part of her own shirt. 'My heart beat very fast'
She blushed hard as Michiru's body formed in her mind. Remembered her of every beautiful sight.
She shook her head hard. 'Focus, job! My job! Find a story! Focus!'
She took a really deep breath.
Earning her reasonable thoughts as five minutes had passed.
She realized she left her jacket and recorder as well. How fool of her. Now it was too late to go back. Kaioh San probably had already woke up.
The journalist searched for her own wallet. A white card fell down her sleeves.
She stopped searching for her wallet and starred to the white card. It wasn't her. She took it and examined it. It was a key apartment! It was Michiru's! Probably it got stuck in her sleeves when she searched for Michiru's cell phone back then.
'I can get to her room' A thought whispered slyly to her mind.
Her feelings mixed, she had to do it. But then she rather not to do it. 'She's no one to you' Haruka said to her mind. 'You barely know her' She nodded. Felt a little encouragement. But at the same time she knew it was a lie. Haruka frowned 'I'll be jobless if I don't do this!' Yes Jobless! She had to do it.
'Tonight!' She glanced at the key room she found while back ago and started to search for a cab. 'I'll do it tonight!'
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9.00 PM
The tall blonde starred at the white card.
Tonight she wore a black T-shirt and jeans. Her bag full of equipment she needed. This time she wouldn't do stupid things again. The journalist promised to herself.
She was walking through the wide corridor, searching for Michiru's room with nervousness.
She knew Michiru wasn't home. So it was okay for her to do her mission. But then part of her mind kept scolding her. Scolding her for what she about to do.
Haruka trashed all the doubtful feelings and kept searching. Until she found what she had been searching for.
Her hand trembled as she inserted the key. Light green on the key told her it was unlocked.
The tall woman let herself in. It was a wide living room. Everything are well taken care of.
Something caught her attention. A big painting hung near the coffee table. A picture of an endless ocean and endless sky. It looked so real. Haruka didn't know much about paintings but she knew this was a great one. An obviously Michiru Kaioh signature was shown on the bottom of the painting. Astonished, she thought. 'This Kaioh is very talented with arts, first violin and then paintings?'
Haruka then searched for the phone. She found it. A cordless one. Make it easier for her to do the job, at least that was the book said. The blonde quickly plant the wires. She had to work fast, and her trembled arms didn't help her much. When she finished she sighed a relieved sigh. She was glad she finished planting it before Michiru was home.
Haruka gathered her things. Now she must get out of here as fast as she can. But then when she heard the doorknob sound she knew she was in a really big trouble. She was already too late.
'What the hell? Home already?'
Haruka ran as quietly as possible to the luxurious brown couch and slipped herself in the bottom of it. She could see perfectly three person entered the room. They entered the room with lot of noises. Haruka assumed they might be argued. The first one was Michiru. The journalist recognized the long white legs and the exact high heels she saw hours ago. The second one was a tall tanned woman with a green dark long hair and the third one was still a little girl maybe around 1 year old, cuddled in the tall woman embrace.
The little girl babbled and laughed a lot.
"Think of it like Hotaru." The tall woman insisted.
"It's different Setsuna, and you know it!" Michiru sat on the white chair, she looked stressed out but it didn't make her look bad, still Haruka could feel the charm she felt before. Haruka recognized her leather jacket that Michiru wore. 'She wears my jacket' she thought, then focused on the conversation.
'What're they talking about?' Haruka gulped, afraid being founded.
Setsuna let the little girl down on the carpet, right in front of Haruka.
"It's not. You'll regret it. Don't let yourself killed an innocent life!"
'What? Kill?' the blonde thought. While the little girl turned and saw her. She had this questioning look on her face. Probably wondered why Haruka laid beneath the couch. She looked so cute. "Hey there princess..." She whispered. The little girl answered her by laughing. "Sssshhh..." The journalist hushed her. The laughter got slower and now the little girl tried to crawl under the couch. Haruka eyes widened and backed away. "No!" She whispered silently to the little girl. Right when the black hair baby could let herself crawled beneath the couch, two hands wrapped around her and lifted her up.
Haruka grabbed her T-shirt. Her heart pounded really hard. It was close, to close.
"What're you doing Taru Chan? That's not the place to play!" Setsuna held her.
Then Haruka heard laughter. Michiru's laughter. She loved the sounds, the melodic rhythm.
"What was Taru Chan thinking? Wanted to get under the couch like that!" Michiru snorted and continued her laughter.
Setsuna joined her best friend, laughed at Hotaru who now laughing too. The little girl clasped her tiny fingers together and babbled happily.
Haruka had to smile too. She pressed herself not to laugh.
"See? It could be like Taru Chan Michiru." Setsuna said while lifted the little girl up.
Michiru stopped to laugh. She leaned her head to the wall behind her. "I know..."
There was silent. Only Hotaru's babbling could be heard.
"But I'm afraid this child will look like him." Michiru continued.
'This child? What?' Haruka frowned.
"I couldn't live with a child looks like him." The aqua hair girl shook her head lightly.
Haruka knew, but wasn't sure enough, she had suspected it.
"He raped me and I don't want to have his child"
Setsuna gulped hard and Haruka felt a shot of rage blown to her heart when Michiru finished her sentence.
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Author's note : Hi, sorry for the late update. I'm very busy with school stuff. Hope you'll forgive me, and hope you'll like my fic.
Big Thanks to Papapapuffy, Conan10, Lyra 14260, Prince of the ocean, theWretchedOne, Hitokira, and Amnesia Nymph.
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