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By instinct
Operation "Iraqi Freedom"
Former Iraqi Army Barracks
Tikrit,
Iraq,
2007
The military Jeep jumped when, overcoming the wide-open grating that was the access to the old Iraqi army barracks, she found herself on a sandpit not seen by the driver. "Ouch!Fuck! "
Cursed Haruka, then just turning the steering wheel to enter the portion of asphalt that led to the building's front door. She parked between a rickety Chevrolet van and a second US Army Jeep, whose sight only fueled the wrath of Tenou.
She got off the jeep and after having strode across the distance that separated it from the entrance, she found herself in the midst of laborious preparations: numerous volunteers, boys and girls, were intent on clearing the large space that was to have been the meeting hall of the barracks; some took away piles of debris while others were picking up portions of the wall to make the room even wider; a couple of boys were poised on stairs, intent on passing hands of paint.
But the object of Major Tenou's interest gave her back, unaware of the danger, all taken up by trying to detach some wooden planks from a door. Haruka's hand impacted the back of the skull covered with a dark mop in a loud slap, which aroused the surprise of the volunteers who passed by, brooms in hand, not accustomed to the sight of a soldier who beat another.
"I'm sending you to the Martial Court, Banks, I swear to you, one of these days." Richard put both hands on his head, complaining as he turned to face his superior.
"Ouch, Major, what have I done?"
"I have not authorized," she began to count with her fingers, "neither your exit from the field, nor the use of a means of the United States Army."
"I could not find her anywhere, so I asked Sergeant Jeskins." He continued to rub his head with one hand, while with the free one he began to torment the identification plates that hung around his neck, falling on the short sleeve t-shirt of the Army Army. "He signed me the permit." Haruka glared at him. "I authorize your exits, and that's it." "This is despotism, Major."
"You are my translator, I could need you at any moment. Ergo, you must be at my disposal. "
"Major Tenou, do not be so hard on our Richard!" Colleen's voice turned her away from that momentary bickering, and watched the woman approach her.
"He's giving us a big hand, he's practically every day to make this place usable again." Colleen did not notice the signs he was making to silence her, and Tenou's eyes narrowed.
"Everyday?" She asked slowly, turning back to look at Banks, who now scratched his head, staring at his feet, and Colleen realized that she had spoken more than he should. How, after all, it often happened to her.
"Major, I can explain-"
"I was not joking about the Martial Court." But Richard looked at her.
"He will not do it for real." He told her swallowing, trying not to be overwhelmed by that woman who feared - or perhaps more - of a man. Tenou did not answer immediately.
"Maybe not, but I can get you to clean the toilets of the field from here to eternity." Banks opened his eyes, wincing: perhaps the Martial Court was better. They stared at each other for a long moment.
"Samira" Haruka barely walked away, his eyes bothered suddenly, raising Richard's tone of voice. Then she understood that tactic.
"Coward, you get yourself to defend from a woman." But Richard raised his chin, pigeoned, openly challenging her.
"What a big bastard son of a bitch." Haruka shook her head, and could not help but a slight smile curl her lips. In her peripheral vision came a figure dressed in a long tunic, but wearing a military sweatshirt over it with the American flag stitched over it, and he understood why Banks no longer had his own.
"Hello, Major." Samira greeted her, who removed that Western habit, always wore her chador.
"Hi, missy." The girl smiled, and Richard caught his attention.
"You know, Samira, Major Tenou is having a huge tantrum right now." Samira looked confused.
"What is a tantrum?"
"Being furious with someone very, VERY stupid." Haruka uttered those words without taking her eyes off Banks, and the young woman stood between her and the soldier.
"Oh no, Haruka, please, do not be mad at Richard, He's helping us, He's good." Richard looked satisfied, tilting his head. "She's saying I'm good." Haruka looked at them for a moment, frowning. Then she crossed her arms to her chest.
"Oh, you know what, Fuck, both of you, Fuck, Off." Richard laughed, and Samira looked at him.
"What does that mean?"
"That Major Tenou loves us." Colleen drew attention to Samira, who turned away from the two soldiers. "Do not believe it's over, Richard." But that smiled, all pompous for winning that first round.
"Because, because it is here, do not you stay to give us a hand? "
"Are you taking my ass too?" Richard pulled her closer, and lowered his voice.
"But what is it today, menstruation?" Haruka rolled her eyes, and turned away from the boy who wanted to take the exit. "I'm leaving, which is better."
"Do not forget to say goodbye to Samira or it will be bad for us." She took a few more steps, then gave a loud snort and diverted her path, taking for the doorframe without which the young Arab had disappeared, finding her on tiptoe in front of something that looked like a shelving in wood, while trying to grab one of the paint cans on the top shelf.
"Let me help you." She told her after a few moments, during which she observed a series of unsuccessful attempts. Samira was taken by surprise, at first, by presence. Then she shook her head.
"No, I got it."
"Oh no, you do not." Haruka approached her, but she jumped, touching the jar that fell on the shelf, bumping into another. And another. And another: the metal containers rolled off the shelf, and Haruka pushed Samira away, not before trying to grab one of the jars that would otherwise have fallen into her head.
She could not, but at least she took her path.
"Ouch." She murmured, overwhelmed by the noise of those who were falling, while Samira covered her mouth with her hands. "Oh, I'm sorry Ruka. I'm so sorry! What a mess!" Tenou smiled, shrugging.
"It's not a big deal." They bent over to pick up the paint and put it back in place, when an exclamation of horror from Samira stopped Tenou. "Samira, what the hell?" But that did not answer, and she grabbed Haruka's wrist, turning the palm upward and thus revealing two bloody strips at the phalanges of the index and middle fingers of the right hand.
"You hurt yourself!" Samira looked shocked, and Haruka looked at her puzzled. Then she shook her head.
"Samira, it's just a little cut, do not overreact-" she paused when she saw the young woman bring her hand to her lips, and suck off the streams of blood. Haruka was dismayed by the gesture, so intimate on the part of the girl; and when she recovered from the sensation, she tried to pull her hand away.
"That was very unnecessary, Samira." Samira did not listen to her. She stared at the wounds for a few seconds, then shifted her attention to Haruka's face: she watched her for a long moment, and Tenou could see the girl's gaze burning with determination. Burning with desire. The young woman closed her eyes, and after putting her hand on her face let her lips come into contact with those of the military, remaining there for a long moment.
"It's so ... different." Samira murmured once she was detached, more like she was thinking aloud, her fingers touching Tenou's lips.
"Do you feel better now?" Then asked Haruka in a flat tone.
"Do you feel better now that you know how to kiss a woman feel?" Samira looked at her confused.
"Ruka ..." That sighed, shaking her head. "You're very young, Samira, but your eyes have already seen such horrible things ..." she touched her cheek with the back of her hand, and the other tilted her head, losing herself in the sensations of that touch. "You're confused, missy."
"I do not!" The other vehemently replied.
"I know what I feel and I know what I want, Ruka" and "What I want is you." Tenou continued to look at her without emotion. "Do you like me?" She suddenly asked her that one. The question did not completely catch unawares Tenou.
"Answer me, Ruka. Do you like me?"
"I'm fond of you." She answered her after a long moment.
"And I like you, but not in the way you probably would." Samira winced at those words. Then she looked down, and Haruka saw a tear slide down the young woman's cheek.
"You will find your path, missy, and you know I will not be there."
"Why not?"
"Because one day I will leave this country, and I will leave this reckless infatuation will fade away." The girl shook her head, and Haruka took a few steps to bring her closer. "You saved me." Samira's whisper hardly reached her ears, and Tenou hugged her, then kissed her forehead in a more affectionate than passionate gesture. "That's why you do not know what you want, despite what you're saying." She looked for her gaze, lifting her chin with her fingers.
"I like you, I was scared, and you were scared, and I was just like me, when I was around you and I was in the middle of a battlefield."
"You do not look like someone scared." Haruka smiled at her.
"I know that I do not have regrets and you know what I mean?" The girl nodded, then freed herself in a cry, clinging to Tenou's uniform.
"Do not hurt his feelings, Samira." She told her after she had vented, and the young woman including the reference to Richard.
"Because he's very close friend, and I would be very disappointed if you will make him suffer." Samira wiped her eyes, and looked for Tenou's emerald irises.
"You like Richard?"
Haruka laughed.
"Oh dear Lord, no !!" And the reaction tore a smile at Samira. "He's a fucking moron, but he's a brother, missy."She took her by the arms and gently pushed her away, and she finished wiping the tears on the sweatshirt the boy had lent her. Haruka helped her pick up the paint cans, then without saying anything else she turned her back and went out.
x
29 May, 2008
Day 40
She crouched on the bed of her bedroom, the sobs that rattled the small body.
She heard her mother's voice calling her from the hallway, and slipped quickly under the covers, hiding from the parent.
"Haruka, are you here?" She heard the sound of the door sweeping open, and the step of the woman approaching the bed. "How strange, there is not." She tried to stifle a sob, since her mother had not seen her.
"It will mean that I will wait for you sitting on the bed." Oh no.
"Hey, but here's something strange!" She covered her mouth when she felt her mother's hands groping through the blanket.
"Now I'll fix it." She tried in any way not to laugh at the tickle, but she could not and found herself taking air, finding herself in the arms of the woman.
"Oh, here it is!" She said to her, laughing, and only a glance at her swollen red eyes was enough to understand that she had cried.
"Haruka, what's up?" She heard herself ask, and crossed her eyes with the chestnut irises of the other.
"Why are you crying?" She wiped her nose on the sleeve of her shirt, having pulled up noisily, snatching a smile at her mother. "Dad hates me, Mum, is not it?" The woman stroked the face of the eight-year-old girl she was facing, and a slight sigh left her lips as she wore a blonde lock, escaping from the ponytail, behind her ear.
"How did such a thing come to mind?" "Because he's never there!" She almost shouted at her, and a new sob came out of her lips.
"And when he is there he is never with me, and I heard when you had a fight." She saw her start at that sentence, probably rethinking the umpteenth quarrel with Takeshi, to the umpteenth accusations they had exchanged. The anger that she had heard in her voice when her father had called her a 'useless and stupid, whining girl.' Yet she tried in every way not to cry, and if she did not hide her tears, because she knew that Papa did not like it.
Because she knew that Papa would have wanted her stronger.
"Haruka, listen to me." Began to tell her her mother, putting it on her lap.
"Your father is a very strict man, first of all with himself, and he thinks that showing affection is wrong." She looked at her with shining eyes, picking up the woman's smile in response.
"He's a bit like a big bear, you know, who does not seem to love his cubs very much, but in the end he's defending them from danger." The words did not convince her. "Maybe he's right, I'm useless and stupid." But the woman snapped her lips, expressing her disappointment.
"Never say something like that again." She scolded her, holding her close to her chest. "You are the most beautiful star in my sky, Haruka." She murmured in her ear.
"You are my light, baby."
"Then at least you love me?" Churches, starting to feel consoled in her mother's affectionate embrace, and she hugged her harder.
"You must never doubt this, Haruka. Never." They stood in silence for a long moment, then the woman started talking again.
"Are we going to get an ice cream from Tommy?"
"But you must try!" She objected, and the other shrugged.
"It does not matter, there's still time for the concert, and I'd rather eat a nice ice cream with you." A smile spread across her face, and her mother let her get out of bed, looking her up and down when the child was in front of her.
"You will become as tall as your father, Haruka, if you keep growing like that." But Haruka grimaced in disgust, snatching a laugh at her mother.
Her eyes widened, and as she sat down she realized she had fallen asleep on the couch. The TV still postponed the video game images, stopped on the 'Game Over' screen, and the request to continue or return to the initial menu.
Her neck ached and he rubbed the back of her head as she put down the controller - which had been left on her abdomen for a moment before - on the low table in front of her.
She ran her other hand through her hair, ruffling it, and cleared her throat with a cough.
You are the most beautiful star in my sky. She had forgotten that particular phrase her mother used to repeat often.
How strange, she thought, coming back to the words that Michiru had addressed to her earlier.
'Let's turn into a supernova'.
She closed her eyes, trying to drive away those phrases from her mind: she did not shine, she was not light, although everyone seemed to support the opposite. She just destroyed.
And she tried to get Michiru off her head, which was getting rather difficult lately. Why had she been so comfortable with another living being with consciousness, except for two, maybe three, whose only problem was, at the moment, the status of a corpse. And the well-being of having the doctor close - because he could listen to it, and encourage it, now it was added - or perhaps, latent, there had always been - a purely physical component.
That she had decided to annihilate by throwing herself headlong into adventures of a night, in purely carnal outpourings which, she hoped, would sooner or later cloud have stopped the attraction she had begun to have for her psychologist.
It's your doctor, Haruka.
Do not bullshit.
She got up and turned off the Playstation, then looked at the phone at the time: it was six in the morning.He peered out the window, losing her gaze in the clear sky at the end of May. She decided to take a shower and thought that if she had found little traffic, in about three hours she would reach Washington.
x
Military Hospital "Edward Dewenish VA Medical Centre"
Portsmouth, Virginia
1 June 2008
Day 43
The first thing she noticed, as soon as she entered her office, was the bouquet of red roses on her desk.
For a moment she wondered if a certain person had nothing to do with that unexpected gift, but immediately dismissed the absurd idea.
Although the absence of each ticket could also make her believe in an improbable impetus from Tenou.
"Michiru you have a - wow." Mamoru paused, noticing the roses, when he appeared in the office.
"Who sends you?"
"I do not know." It was the other, tilting his head. Mamoru became thoughtful.
"It's not that..." Michiru laughed, interpreting his friend's thoughts.
"You see, you see, who's going to buy me roses?" Mamoru thought about it for a moment, then a smile curled his lips. "Actually no, but you never know."
"If I have to be honest, I think they're from Samuel." As she had promised, Foster had not yet surrendered despite the fairly obvious two of spades she had trimmed, which was followed by a period of relative quiet. Chiba smelled the roses, then turned to his friend.
"He's still attached to your ribs, huh?" "Apparently, what did you say when you came in?" She tried to misdirect the conversation, and Mamoru put his hands in his pockets.
"Let's go to my office, I'd like to talk to you about a couple of things." The girl followed him to the last door at the back, and once inside sat down at the desk, imitated by Chiba.
"Since Haruka has been discharged," the doctor began, "she has not come to the hospital." Here we are, thought Michiru, sighing.
"No, it's true, but therapy is still going on, Mamoru."
"Where is she today, for example?"
"She went a few days to Washington." She informed him.
"I do not really know what to do, but we had a long talk about his parents a few days ago, and I think the two things are connected."
She recalled what she had told her about her father, and the pictures of the Opera House, where Emily Woodsbridge had come back to life for a few minutes in their speeches: now Haruka talked to her, and a lot too.
She still had her moments of indecision, as if he still had to evaluate how much she could trust her, and the degree of exposure deriving from her revelations, but it opened up to her. Every day she let her access a piece of her psyche and, in so doing, to fragments of her life.
"Well, I began to suffer veiled pressure from the administration." Mamoru declared to her, and the other was not astonished. "Your contract is valid for another two months, but you know the situation of the Hospital, Michiru." We do not sail in the gold and the high floors begin to wonder why they should continue to pay you. " Michiru nodded, fully understanding the situation. "I'm trying to mediate, but I do not know how long I'll be able to do it."
"I do not want you getting into trouble, Mamoru." She remained silent, before resuming.
"I talked to her, I told her that if she does not come, she will have problems, but it seems to me that I do not touch her too much, although I can say with certainty that she values our friendship. " Mamoru thought for a moment, then put his hands together on the desk.
"Listen, Michiru, I do not doubt that you are doing a great job with Tenou, but I have to give concrete things to the administration, and I do not need to know your intentions, so I ask you: what do you want to do? ? " The girl was absorbed, thinking about how much she did not want to accept this job initially, and believed that four months would be a useless waste of time.
Now instead she had found the desire to continue, and perhaps she had to thank her stubborn, charming patient.
"I would like to stay, Mamoru, I would like to continue working at Dewenish." Chiba smiled.
"So I'll have to give you more patients, besides Haruka, so I'll be able to reassure the tall poppies."
"Haruka is not yet fully recovered," Michiru told him.
"I still have gaps I can not fill."
"I know, and in any case I will delay, before giving you new cases." Mamoru reassured her.
"In any case, I do not think having other patients will prevent you from seeing her." Michiru could not swear, but it seemed to her that there was a certain irony in the tone of her friend.
She inclined her head, and she scribbled something on a sheet of the Dewenish, which she then put aside, on a pile of other equal.
"Do you want to come to dinner with us, one of these nights?" Mamoru returned to tell her, distracting her from his thoughts. "It's been a while since we've been organized and Usako still feels guilty for letting us escape like this after the concert."
Michiru smiled, coming back to mind on Memorial Day's evening, when she entered the Buffet Room on Haruka's arm and convinced her to help her find the couple, unsuccessfully. She then learned that Usagi had drunk a couple of glasses of alcohol, believing it to be fruit juice, and she, who had a zero alcohol tolerance, she had collapsed in no time.
She was giving her consent when someone knocked on the door and a young trainee entered the office at Mamoru's invitation, requesting his intervention in Room 6.
They came out of the room together, Michiru intending to return to her office, when a thought struck her as they walked down the corridor.
"Mamoru, can I bring Haruka with me?" The doctor stopped, just a few steps from the room on whose door the name 'Kaioh' stood, looking at her perplexed. Michiru interpreted the indecision, and hastened to add.
"Haruka needs to socialize, as I explained, she must-"
"-to dive into normal life contexts, I know." "And what's better than getting Haruka to have a chat with Usagi, then?" Mamoru smiled at her; a slight sigh left his lips, a single doubt to curb an affirmative answer. "Should I worry about Chibiusa?"
"Oh no, absolutely Mamoru, I can guarantee you." She told him vehemently. "When he met Hotaru it went well, although I have to admit that she does not seem totally comfortable with the children."
She added after a pause, and Chiba tilted his head.
"All I need to know is that with Hotaru there has been a good interaction."
Michiru nodded, smiling, and followed her friend for a moment when she was dismissed.
But when he entered her office, she almost got a shock.
"Samuel!" She called, putting a hand to her chest, while the other moved away from the flowers.
"You scared me."
"Excuse me," was Foster, approaching her. "Did you like roses?" That sentence confirmed her theory.
"They are very beautiful, Samuel, but I do not think that-"
"I told you, I'm not a guy who just gives up." Above all,
"he stepped in front of her, putting his hands in his pockets. Michiru stepped back half instinctively.
"When I realize I have to throw myself into the fray and clash."
"There is no clash, Samuel, I have already clarified my point of view."
"It's for him, is not it?" The girl answered that question with a puzzled look.
"Tenou, you like that unbalanced marmorone, that's why you put me at the door." Michiru did not tolerate the contempt with which Samuel had turned to Haruka, and stepping aside, she freed herself from Foster's marking, reaching her desk.
"Major Tenou is not unbalanced, Samuel, I would ask you to bring respect, since he is not even here and can not answer you." As you deserve, she added mentally.
"Mm-mh." He agreed to the other, turning to look at her.
"And then, help me understand Michiru, you and I can not go out because, in your own words, you can not let anyone go into Hotaru's life, but," he took a few steps closer.
"It's okay if between that and Hotaru 'there was a good interaction." Michiru's eyes widened, wincing as he heard the same sentence said earlier by Mamoru.
"You dismiss me by encamping Hotaru as an excuse, but then you let the little girl meet a madman who nearly killed two people in Virginia Beach, and God only knows what the hell he did in Iraq to get that way."
"I do not owe you an explanation, Samuel." She froze with her eyes, coming back to him and planting the celestial irises on the gray ones of the other.
"And what will Dr. Chiba say when he knows he spies our conversations?"
"I do not spell anything, it's not my fault if you talk about your own affairs in the corridor."
"But nobody, I think, has authorized you to enter my office." Samuel did not break eye contact and approached Michiru, forcing her to hit the edge of the desk.
"When this cross-nurse syndrome passes you, and Tenou will give you the sack after you have duped and even fucked him, I do not know if I will be willing to pick up the pieces."
"Who says you we have not already been in bed, and that we do not keep doing it, Samuel?" She could not help challenging him, pointing her hands to his chest. Foster frowned, and Michiru saw a flash of surprise cross his eyes. Then the doctor smiled.
"No, I do not think so, but I'm sure Tenou will use you, and when you realize it, it will be too late." Samuel approached again.
"I'm not like him, Michiru."
"I really like you, and if you just opened up your heart, you would understand it, so I'm not going to give up."
"I'm not a trophy to win, Samuel." She told him hard.
"And maybe your problem is that you're not Haruka." Foster looked at her for a long moment, then shook his head, smiling. "What a great transfer, Dr. Kaioh, Freud would be proud of it, but I think it was Sabine Spielrein who fell in love with Dr. Jung, not the other way around." He told her, looking at her, then whistling out of the office. Michiru stood for a few moments, then opened the dustbin under the desk and, without thinking twice, she threw the roses inside.
x
Portsmouth, Virginia
2 June 2008
Day 44
Michiru crossed the long corridor of the entrance to the nursery school, and entered the third door on the left, having a full view of the room animated by children's colors and voices, the walls covered with drawings and posters, the low tables covered with buildings and games of all types.
"Hotaru look, your mother has arrived." Called her the teacher, a young woman in her thirties, who then turned to Michiru.
"Hi, Dr. Kaioh." Michiru smiled at her, returning the greeting, as Hotaru ran to meet her and she lifted her up.
"Hi Angel!" The girl covered her with kisses, arousing the girl's laughter.
"How did it go today?"
"I made a drawing!" The little girl struggled a bit 'and Michiru let her down, watching her then run to one of the tables while the teacher handed her the briefcase of the snack and the jacket of Hotaru.
"Look!!" Michiru took the paper, and taking Hotaru by the hand he left the class: the drawing was a rather unsettled set of lines and oblong figures.
"It's very beautiful." She then encouraged. "It's me and you, and a dog." Hotaru explained, hopping, and Michiru smiled at the girl's attempt to propose the purchase of a sweet quadruped.
"Honey, we do not have a dog and probably never will."
"But I want a dog." It was the child, whining. Michiru was beginning to explain to her how impossible it was for them to handle an animal, when the girl's attention was recalled by a ringing female voice.
"Hey, hello Margaret." She said stopping, waving goodbye to the young woman who was approaching her holding a blond-haired girl by the hand.
"Michiru, I was looking for you." The girl looked surprised.
"Oh, what's up?" But that smiled, bringing a hand through her long brown hair, arranging them backwards.
"Nothing serious, we are organizing the meeting at the end of the year, to get some ideas for the usual fundraising .This year there is to make the roof fix, and we thought to contribute to the creation of a Multimedia Room, with a dozen of computers. "
Michiru listened attentively, as Hotaru freed herself from her grasp and began to run down the corridor with the other child: she had forgotten that Margaret Reilly was also the President of the representative parents, who every year organized small parties to celebrate the year just concluded but also put together the sum necessary for initiatives in favor of the school. The vegetable garden at the back of the building - obtained after the redevelopment of the area - was the initiative of the previous year, they had told it.
And even if the public relations with the other mothers was not something to which he was completely accustomed - thanks to the lack of time, it was something that every now and then became necessary. And, all in all, it was also fun.
"It sounds very interesting," she said sincerely, and the other nodded.
"And it is, but we start with a base budget of three thousand dollars, maybe something more."
"What's three thousand dollars for?" Both girls turned to look at the redhead approaching with a small carrot ball in her arms.
"Hey Michiru! But where were you?" The young woman smiled.
"I started working again, Alice, but Margaret was just telling me about fundraising ..." The woman nodded and resumed to talk about the ideas and projects for the collection of that year, and after a few minutes Michiru heard the trill of the phone make her bag vibrate.
She frowned at the sight of the hidden ID, but answered anyway.
'Tell me how you are dressed.' Michiru did not answer, perplexed.
She unplugged the phone from her ear to look back at the display, as if the intentions of the mysterious interlocutor could be revealed in the small bright monitor.
She put the phone back to her ear, intending to close the conversation with a 'Sorry, wrong number', but the voice beat it on time.
'Come on, it's not difficult. Tell me how you are dressed.' The realization struck her, and she could not help smiling.
She said goodbye to the other two women, who had been watching all her movements, and after telling Hotaru not to go out and not get into trouble, making sure that Margaret had a look at her, took a few steps to get out of the hearing range of the other .
Action that brought her to the edge of the entrance door of the kindergarten.
"Let's see, what would you do if I told you I do not have clothes?" She heard a slight laugh, and then a short sigh.
'Liar. You're in a public place and you're not the type of obscene acts. "
Michiru frowned, wondering how Haruka knew where she was.
She thought she heard the voices of the children or of Margaret and Alice.
'Then let me guess.'
She heard her continue, thoughtfully.
'In my opinion, you wear the light blue shirt, which if you know well, please unbutton on the first two buttons. Above you, uh, that slightly beige cardigan that falls softly on your hips. IS...' Michiru was thrilled, from the moment that Tenou was guessing exactly every piece of clothing. '... and you also have a beige skirt, with a slightly lighter shade than the cardigan. To conclude the usual décolleté with the heel ... 'The girl had stopped listening to her, and now she was looking with her eyes on the driveway and on the side of the road traces that could be traced back to her patient.
In fact, she sat on the bike, on the other side of the driveway, and could clearly see her laughing as she spoke on the phone.
She shook her head and closed the communication, then came back inside and called Hotaru.
"Hotaru let's go! Come and see who's there." The girl stopped curious at that statement, and reached it running, then taking her hand.
Michiru quickly greeted the two women - whose curiosity was the same as that of the child - and started towards the road, in the direction of Haruka.
"It's Haruka!" Hotaru exclaimed when she recognized the figure on the motorcycle. Haruka put the phone back in the front pocket of her jacket, then leaning against the helmet on the tank in the gesture she used to do, she leaned slightly towards the child.
"Hello wren."
"What's a little bit?" Tenou thought for a moment. "It's a small and ugly business." "I'm not ugly, not even small." Hotaru pouted, and Michiru stroked her head.
"No, you're not, Hotaru, why do not you try to kiss Haruka, maybe a frog comes back prince."
"And lose my fabulous green and slippery skin? You do not talk about it." It was Haruka, a sustained air painted on her face. "What are you doing here?" Haruka shrugged.
"I was passing by here, and given the time I thought about stopping and seeing if you were there." Michiru wondered if Haruka had actually passed by accidentally or not, while Hotaru was starting to wave a drawing sheet in the air, in the direction of the girl. "Look at my drawing!" Tenou took off her gloves and took the work in her hand. "What's this?"
"It's me and Hotaru," explained Michiru. "It's a dog."
"Where would the dog be?" Perplexed churches, and Michiru approached her, pointing to a square brown shape in the corner of the paper.
"Um, he must have had a bad accident, this poor beast." She said seriously, pulling a smile to Michiru as Hotaru began to touch the side of the bike.
"I've never had a dog." She then said, after a few moments absorbed.
"But I had a hamster once, for two weeks." "Two weeks?" Michiru was curious.
"What happened to him?" Haruka tilted her head.
"Trust me, you do not want to know, I can tell you that a washing machine is involved." Michiru shook her head, laughing, covering her eyes with her hands, and Haruka returned to look at Hotaru.
"Do you like my bike?" She suddenly asked her, and the little girl nodded, hopping against the hull.
And Tenou surprised everyone, first herself, taking Hotaru's shoulders and resting her on the seat in front of her.
"Amazing, uh?" Hotaru touched the helmet in front of her, and Haruka took it off, holding it to a still surprised Michiru.
"Keep it a second." Then, seeing the little girl reaching for the handlebars, she moved her forward, over the tank, until her chunky hands could not tighten the knobs.
"Uoh, we have a talent here."
Joked Haruka, while Michiru looked at her, looking at her. And the other noticed it.
"Do I have something in my face?" She asked her, with Hotaru in the background that was 'bruuuum'.
"No," the girl answered in a smile.
"It's that you gave me the impression that you did not like children."
"And in fact I do not like them," she revealed sincerely.
"They are annoying, they cry, scream and dirty." She went on undeterred.
"But then it happens to find a girl with such good taste and then ..." "Mom look!" Exclaimed Hotaru, continuing to make verses with her mouth, and Michiru saw Haruka's lips bend upwards, while she felt a strange sensation rising up from a corner of her mind, to the image of Hotaru and Haruka together.
"How was your trip to Washington?" She preferred to ask, to avoid thinking. Haruka shrugged.
"Normal."
"Did you go to your father?" The other inclined her head.
"Ah-ah, nice joke."
"So where have you been?" Tenou did not answer.
"I was in the old house, I took a few things." She then said to her, after a moment.
"And I went to my mother." Michiru had imagined it.
"How are you?" Haruka then asked her, and she avoided telling her about the scuffiness with Samuel.
"Mamoru will assign me new patients." The other frowned.
"Hey, if you're my doctor, you can not have other patients."
"I told you to come to the hospital, but you, nothing."
"What balls." Hushed Haruka, and Hotaru laughed.
"What balls!" She repeated the baby, and this time it was Haruka's turn to laugh, while Michiru put her hands on her hips. "Fantastic, you've been here for two minutes and already have a negative influence on it."
"If you want, I'll teach you others, doc."
"Oh no, gladly, get it off this bike instead." Haruka laughed, taking Hotaru by the hips, but that didn't seem to make the job easier.
She protested loudly, clinging with all her strength to the knobs of Suzuki.
"Not like that or you break them, wren." She told her, pulling her slightly, and the confusion created by Hotaru did not make her aware of the woman behind Michiru, who was trying to get the doctor's attention.
"Michiru, Michiru, I'm sorry ..." The girl turned, crossing Margaret's gaze.
"Forgive the trouble, but I wanted to ask you if we can then count on you for fundraising." Then zhe glanced at Haruka. "Hello!" Michiru realized that not far away were Alice and another pair of Hotaru-class mothers, who had probably observed all the interaction between her and the mysterious centaur, and had decided to send Margaret forward: she understood in that instant, to have become the last, cool gossip to discuss at the park.
"I'm Margaret Reilly." Haruka finally succeeded in putting Hotaru on the ground, provoking jealous protests, and hinted at a quick military salute.
"Major Tenou Haruka, pleasure."
"Oh, he's a soldier?" Margaret inquired curiously, and Michiru intervened.
"The Major is a patient of mine." She explained, and the other gave her a look as if to say 'yes, of course, and I believe it'. "Well now I really have to go in. We'll see you soon, Michiru, and thank you for your cooperation!" Both Haruka and Michiru watched Margaret move away with her daughter in her arms, then Haruka took the helmet from Michiru's hands and put it on the head, fitting it up to half of the forehead.
"Um, it will be better for me to go in. Probably that little group over there will already be wondering if I'm Hotaru's new dad." The girl just blushed at that sentence, and lifting Hotaru in her arms she remembered the information she had to give to the other.
"Before I go, I want to inform you that you have an invitation to dinner." Haruka raised an eyebrow.
"And with whom?"
"With me."
"I do not come to dinner with you." She told her with a sustained air, and Michiru smiled. "Thursday, let's go to Mamoru."
"From Dr. Chiba?" That was perplexed. "Let's go to Chibiusa, mom?" Hotaru asked, who nodded. And Haruka hastened to ask, "Has a daughter also Chiba, right?" In the affirmative answer of the other, Haruka snorted.
"Fantastic, I, you, the Chiba family and two marmots."
"Thanks Michiru, you really had a phenomenal idea."
"But you must know Usagi, Haruka." She communicated in a smile.
"Usagi would be Chiba's wife?"
"Exactly, the greatest champion of sociability I know," the doctor joked, causing a moan in the other. "You need to be in contact with people like that." In response, Haruka put on the helmet and fastened it, then started the bike.
"Thursday, did you say?" Michiru nodded. "At eight o'clock we can go together, if you want."
"Nah. You'll explain how to get there." And as she said that she entered the road, followed by Michiru's gaze and Hotaru waving, waving her hand in the air.
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Portsmouth, Virginia
4 June 2008
Day 46
She inserted the key into the lock, while beyond the door she heard Haruka's voice, several decibels above a normal tone, shouting insults and anathemas.
"You son of a bitch damn! I'll kill you!" She rolled her eyes, smacking her lips, and opening the door she made eye contact with the long figure of Tenou standing on the leather couch, controller in hand, all set to swear at the television in front of her who postponed the virtual images , but rather realistic, of two decidedly muscular dudes who gave them their best.
"I'll make that thing disappear sooner or later, it stimulates aggression, and you do not really need it." Tenou did not even answer, and he dropped onto the couch, assuming a sitting position.
"You're a shit, Kazuya Mishima, a real shit." "Stop it, Haruka." Michiru reproached her, before putting the bag on the dining table and disappearing into the kitchen, casting a distracted look at the numerous letters scattered over it.
Which, she noted, was also placed in a different position than usual, more attached to the wall in the kitchen, to leave a large space between the entrance and the wall with the window.
"Still that Tolkien?" She asked her back with a glass of water in her hand that he began to sip.
"Tekken, it's called Tekken." She got up and turned off the Playstation, throwing the controller on the other sofa.
"What is it, what's all this mail?" Haruka approached her, moving a few envelopes with her fingertips.
"Some arrears are coming in. But most of it is rubbish." Michiru took another sip of water.
"You have to buy some green tea."
"And you must stop mastering my house." Tenou folded her arms, bending slightly toward the girl.
"I thought you liked my authoritarian work." She said arching an eyebrow, taking on a soothing tone. Haruka frowned, then smiled. "Forget it, Doc. You can not do the femme fatale." Michiru laughed, and sitting down at the table she began to search through the mail.
"How did you move it?"
"I made a new purchase, they bring it to me for days, and I thought I'd use this space." The girl put her elbows to the polished surface, resting her chin on her hands and staring at Haruka, standing on the other side of the table.
"What have you bought?"
"Curiosity killed the cat."
"I'm not a cat." Michiru retorted in a smile. "Maybe not, but you're a nosy anyway." Michiru watched Haruka go to the kitchen and come back with a bottle of water in her hand, to which she attached herself.
"I saw Becky, in the hospital." She told her when she was back in range, getting a surprised expression in response. "She was worried, she did not know you were discharged, I told her she can come see you whenever she wants."
Haruka swallowed the last sip.
"Can you finish organizing my social life?" "If it were not for me to create you some diversion, you would get yourself off with that cabbage Playstation, in fact you should thank me."Tenou grunted her disappointment, scratching her head.
"What do we cook for lunch?" Michiru's question gathered an obvious dismay.
"But you're a nightmare! Do not you just have to go to Chiba together tonight, do you want to plant here for lunch?" But Michiru smiled, crumpling some letters that had turned out to be pure and simple publicity.
"Come on, I'll prepare something for you."
"I do not want to go back to Dewenish with food poisoning, doc." Then she pouted, while the other shook her head.
"Wait, or maybe it's a tactic, just to recover me again."
"For your information, I'm a great cook, but if you continue, I'll put rat poison in your lunch." Michiru challenged her, getting up from the table to go and throw away the waste paper. And it was then that she noticed an envelope in fine paper with printed name and grade of Haruka, and in one corner two symbols, one of which was the US Army crest.
"What is this?" She asked her, coming back from the kitchen, picking up the envelope. "It sounds like an invitation." Haruka shrugged.
"I have no idea, she arrived with this morning's correspondence."
"Can I open it?"
"As if I could stop you from doing my own business."
"In fact you can not." Michiru smiled at her, opening the envelope and revealing a letter with the heading of the Four Seasons Hotel. "As you wanted to prove, it's an invitation." Haruka approached her, and peered the letter from behind the other's shoulders: Michiru felt Haruka's face not far from her own, and did not move, enjoying that close proximity.
"A gala evening?"
"Here it is written that it is in honor of the veterans of Iraq, and that the Senator of Virginia will deliver honors to the deserving, for holding high the honor of the homeland." Haruka snapped her lips, moving away.
"I'm anything but worthy." Michiru lowered the paper, turning to look at Haruka. "There's my father's hand, I'm sure."
"I think you should go instead."
"I do not want to spend the evening with snooty white-collar workers whose days consisted of golf matches while I could end up in a dead body at any time, and now want to cleanse my conscience by giving me a prize."
She could clearly see Haruka's mood alter, and Michiru did not insist, putting the invitation back in her place.
"Okay, you do not have to do it if you do not want to." The girl approached her, placing a hand on her arm.
"But you can meet other guys like you, talk to them, it's an excellent opportunity to compare yourself with those who have had your own experiences" Haruka scratched her head, bored.
"Bah, I do not know." Michiru smiled, then walked into the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator.
"So, what do you want to eat?" Tenou grabbed one of the island's tall chairs, perched on it.
"You do not really want to go, are you?" The other one did not even answer, and placed a variety of vegetables on the shelf next to the sink; then she looked for a cutting board in several doors, and once she found it she began to chop carrots over it.
"Do you already have new patients?" The question surprised Michiru, who shrugged.
"Not yet, why do you ask?" Haruka stretched her arms over her head.
"So. There's no particular reason." A smile curled the lips of the doctor, who turned to look at the other, without interrupting the shredding.
"Having other patients does not mean I'll give you less time," she reassured her, but Haruka laughed.
"I really hoped otherwise." Michiru shook her head, smiling. Then a twinge of pain spread from one of the fingers of her left hand, and she suddenly left the knife that fell with a 'thud' on the cutting board.
"Ouch. Ouch!" Haruka looked at her puzzled.
"What did you do, now?" She asked, leaning toward her:
Michiru held her hand, looking at the left middle which had a cut with small drops of blood.
"See, you've distracted me, and here's the result.
She broke off and let an ill-concealed wonder open her eyes when Tenou grabbed her wrist and put her finger to her lips, sucking the blood away. They stood there like that for a moment that seemed endless to Michiru, as she felt her cheeks blaze.
Then Haruka broke away, and in the dismay that surfaced in her eyes, after looking alternately at first her and then again her hand, Michiru realized the full realization of the gesture by the other. "-plaster." Haruka left her in a quick instant, and looked for the doctor's eyes.
"Excuse me, it was instinctive." She almost said to her, murmuring, moving away.
"I'll get you a patch." She disappeared beyond the door, and she heard her ask her something about the disinfectant. But Michiru could not record anything but the feeling of Haruka's lips on her hand.
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Mamoru avoided by a breath Hotaru and Chibiusa who were chasing each other between the corridor and the living room, and lifting the two appetizer platters over his head reached the table set for six, placing them in the middle.
"The wine where do I put it?" Michiru asked, raising towards his friend two bottles of Italian red wine that she had bought in her trusted Wine Bar. Mamoru nodded vaguely to the table. "Put it where you want." The girl placed the wine, then glanced at the appetizers, smelled the smell of roast coming from the kitchen and thinking about everything that Usagi had cooked, she sighed.
"Mamoru, I think your wife has a little exaggerated." Mamoru scratched his head.
"You know what it's like." At the idea of another guest, she was afraid that dinner was not enough for everyone. " Michiru smiled. Then zhe thought a second.
"Usagi kn ...?" The other nodded.
"I explained the situation a little bit, this afternoon." They heard a dull thud come from the corridor, and immediately after Hotaru's voice.
"It was Chibiusa, mum !!"
"It's not true!" It was another ringing little voice, and Mamoru laughed. "You'd better check on what those two are doing." The man took a few steps, and at the same time someone rang at the door of the Chiba family house. "Honey, they played!" Called a voice from the kitchen, which she then added in a lower tone.
"But is this meat so dark or did I burn it?"
"It must be Haruka, I'll go." Michiru offered herself, and no one objected: she was now moving around the house of her friends as if it were her own.
She opened the door wide, and she saw the waiting Haruka figure from the mosquito net.
"Hello." She greeted her with a smile after opening the other door too, and Haruka looked at her puzzled.
"Did I have a wrong house?"
"I opened because I'm busy. She stepped aside, letting in the girl, wearing jeans and a gray hooded sweatshirt, over which she had put on a black jacket.
"How's your finger?" Michiru instinctively touched the phalanx covered by the patch, and repressed in a corner all the feelings that the wound was carrying.
"It's better already, thank you, and anyway it's just a scratch," she told her, and the other nodded: the appearance of Mamoru in the hallway drew her from the embarrassment.
"Good evening, Dr. Chiba." Haruka greeted him, then glancing at the pink-haired little girl who was combed in two funny pigtails, which she supposed was her daughter, and at Hotaru, who was holding his hand.
"I would say you can start calling me Mamoru, Major." Haruka nodded.
"The same is true for you, then." She told him, and Chiba smiled, then turning her attention to the child. "Chibiusa, do not be rude and say hello to Major Tenou." A broad smile was painted on her face.
"Hello!" She almost shouted, raising her arms in the air, and both Michiru and Haruka smiled.
"Hi Haruka!" Exclaimed Hotaru, finding them in front of her, and Haruka leaned towards the child.
"Hi dwarf."
"Do you have the bike?" Haruka shook her head.
"Not tonight." Hotaru looked disappointed, and Michiru picked her up, giving her a kiss, then the child wriggled and made Chibiusa, and the two girls started running around the house.
Mamoru made to invite Haruka to sit down, when everyone's attention was attracted by a figure who rushed out of the kitchen.
"Here I am! Sorry, I'm really rude!" Tenou looked at the young woman, with her long blond hair arranged even in two pigtails at the top of her head, approaching her, wiping her hands on a canvas: she had two sparkling blue eyes and a smile on her face. She seemed very happy.
"Hi, I'm Usagi!" She accompanied the words with her outstretched hand, and when Haruka approached her she grabbed her with both hands and squeezed it tightly, bringing her up and down.
"It's nice to meet you, Major Tenou." Haruka did not know how to deal with such sudden, unjustified expansiveness, and both Michiru and Mamoru smiled in the puzzled face of Tenou. She decided to go for the attitude in which he was a teacher. "And if I had known that Dr. Chiba has such a charming wife, I would not have thought too much about accepting this invitation, madam." Usagi blushed, putting a hand on her face.
"Lady to whom, call me Usagi!" Then she nudged Mamoru.
"Did you hear, Mamoru, she said, 'a wife so charming'." Chiba rolled his eyes, and Michiru smiled. Then the girl stopped, and began to observe Tenou attentively for a long moment.
"It's incredible." She said after a few moments. Haruka raised an eyebrow. "You look like a boy, but looking carefully, you understand."
"What?"
"That you are a woman." Usagi did not stop smiling.
"And also really beautiful ... Now I understand why Michiru behaves like an adolescent overexcited since she arrived-"
"Are we going to sit down?" Michiru herself intervened, interrupting her, and Mamoru interrupted his wife.
. "Honey, the roast ..."
"Oh, right ... Haruka, do you like it well cooked? I had some problems with the oven."
"Usako is a cook with a particular style." Joked Mamoru, and the girl hit him on the chest.
"Do not make fun of me! And be honest, I've improved!" Usagi disappeared into the kitchen, followed by Mamoru. Left alone, Haruka looked for Michiru's gaze.
"It's a candid camera, is not it?" Michiru inclined her head.
"You are welcome?"
"Come on, it looks like it came out of a cartoon, it can not be true, it's a joke or something like that, uh?" The girl laughed, and placing her hand on Haruka's back, she invited her to walk towards the living room. "I told you that you had to meet Usagi, Haruka."
"So that's it, is not it doing us?" Michiru denied his head, and they sat at the table, exchanging a glance.
"Now it's not bad, but until a few years ago eating the dishes cooked by Usako was a real act of love." Mamoru placed the roast tray on a trolley next to the table, resuming the lines of the discourse they had interrupted. Usagi entered with a salad bowl in one hand and a tray of vegetables in the other, calling Chibiusa out loud.
"How bad you are, Mamo-chan, do not believe her Haruka!" The nickname aroused the curiosity of Tenou.
"Mamo-chan?"
"Chan is an honorific suffix that, in Japan, is used among people with a certain degree of intimacy." Michiru explained to her, and Usagi nodded.
"My parents have always been decidedly traditionalists, although they have always lived here in the United States, and I occasionally use the honors too, but it is quite rare." Then she stroked her husband's face.
"Only with my Mamoru." The man smiled, then turned to Haruka.
"Of course it's strange that you do not know."
"My father never spoke Japanese, at least in my presence, and I never met my grandparents, those who started everything, coming here in the 1940s." She added ironically.
"And your mother?" Usagi inquired, and Tenou shook her head.
"She was American." A loud noise drew their attention, and they saw a milk-white splinter pass, which disappeared under the sofa, pursued by Chibiusa and Hotaru.
"Little girls, it's ready!" Michiru called her back, and Usagi laughed.
"Haruka, if you could see it, that was our cat Artemis." "You're not the only one in here who does not get along with the kids." Kaioh told her, and Haruka's lips leaned up. "Strange name for a cat." Usagi shrugged. "Oh, well, I would have called him Fuffi, Pallino, or things like that, but my Mamo-chan is so cerebral!" Mamoru coughed, embarrassed, and Haruka tried to hold back a laugh.
And then the mentally disturbed one would be me, she thought.
"Mom, can I stay near Haruka?" Hotaru asked, pulling Michiru by the sleeve of the white t-shirt.
"Look, then I'll steal all the things from the pot." Admonished Tenou, and the girl pointed her feet.
"But I'm hungry." "Your problem." Michiru rolled her eyes, and convinced Hotaru to sit close to her, promising that she might be sitting next to Haruka for ice cream. And neither Tenou nor the other realized the careful analysis of which they were the object of Mamoru and his wife.
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Michiru posed as warmly as possible in the car seat, taking care not to wake her, while Haruka held her Lexus door open, in the driveway facing the Chiba house.
"So, I think you survived." Michiru joked, once she had secured the girl with the straps.
Haruka shrugged, leaning against the side of the SUV.
"Well, that Usagi is really something, she's exaggerated, she's chaotic, she's naive as a child, when you get in."
She thought a second, before she started talking again.
"You know doc, I envy her a little." Michiru smiled.
"Usagi is lovely, and Mamoru, too, although he always remains a little stuck in his attitudes, but both have a very big heart." She sighed in the dark.
"They were very close to me when ..." she did not finish the sentence, but Haruka understood very well.
"When I needed it." She merely told her, and the other nodded.
She bent her head back, leaning against the car, and looked for a moment at the sky above them.
"What was that thing of the over-excited teenager?" Michiru could not see her well in the face, but swore that Tenou was laughing under her mustache.
She thanked the darkness that hid the brightest color of her cheeks.
"I was afraid to go back and not come, so I was a little nervous, I would have felt sorry, even in the light of all the food cooked by Usagi." At that phrase Haruka groaned, putting a hand on her stomach.
"Do not let me think again, she stuffed me up to be sick, she did nothing but tell me how thin I am, and that you think I'm underweight." Michiru laughed at the memory of the scene between Haruka and Usagi, and the other moaned again.
"I think I'll go somewhere to drink something, to help digestion." The girl cocked her head.
"Do not overdo it."
"You want to come?" Tenou proposed, and Michiru put a finger to her chin, pretending to be thoughtful.
"Sure! And, let's see, we could leave Hotaru asleep in the car, in the parking lot of the bar." A slight smile bent Haruka's lips.
"I would not call social workers, do not worry, I know you're a good mother." The statement displaced Michiru, coming as unexpected as all the few compliments she had received from the other.
"Well then, good evening, and drink a little, and do not be late." Haruka rolled her eyes at all those recommendations. Michiru pointed to the Viper.
"Go slow, oh, and have fun." Haruka read between the lines of that wish, and could not help but laugh.
"What, now you're going to get me a lecture on safe sex?"
"I do not think you need it." Michiru pointed out, and Tenou did not know whether to take it as a compliment or not.
"You know, when you gave me the keys to your house, I was not too convinced at first."
"I would not have forced you to ram, doc. And you know that." But Michiru smiled.
"It's not because of that, it's because I did not know what I could find, if I had fallen in the morning." Tenou raised an eyebrow, then realized, and snapped her lips in disappointment.
"You'll never find anything, doc." She told her then.
"I'm not bringing anyone to my house, and it will never happen."
"You can not say that, sooner or later you'll meet someone who-"
"Well, I'll think about it when it happens." Haruka interrupted her.
"For now, nobody comes into my house, it's not a fucking brothel."
Michiru looked at her attentively, intrigued by the reaction. She reflected on the life of the other, on the secrets she had to keep, on the lies she lived with. And a thought struck her.
"Have you ever fallen in love, Haruka?" Tenou looked at her puzzled, surprised by the question. Then a bitter smile bent her lips.
"Love hates me, doc." The girl did not expect such an answer. But in the light of the destructive vision the other had of himself, it was not completely meaningless. She watched her sigh, and extract the Viper's keys.
"I thought back to that evening at the Four Seasons, for the veterans." Michiru looked at her for a moment, then remembered the invitation on fine paper with the coats of arms of the five-star hotel and the American army. And then, in a chain, the kitchen, the cut on her finger, the gesture of Haruka ...
Do not digress. Focus. Focus !!
"I concluded that maybe I could even go there." She inserted the ring of the key ring on the forefinger, starting to spin the key. "But only if you come too." The girl raised her eyebrows, surprised, and the other locked the key ring in her palm.
"If you're here, I'll be calmer, and I'll keep from slapping some stupid politically inflated balloon." Michiru smiled, then nodded.
"I would be very honored, Haruka."
"So at least we are even with the invitation to the concert, I mean."
"I did not invite you for a benefit." Haruka shrugged. Then she glanced at the back of the car.
"You'd better get Hotaru to bed, or soon the head will come off your neck, on that seat." Michiru peered at the seat, and smiled at the sight of the totally unnatural position assumed by the child in sleep, but that seemed totally comfortable for that, and even reconciling the rest.
She looked back at Haruka, who was moving away a few steps. "Well, see you.""Haruka?"The other stopped, and Michiru cocked her head. "Will you wear your uniform?"Haruka did not immediately catch. Then she understood, and nodded.
"By force, it's an evening organized by the army."A broad smile was painted on Michiru's face. "Then I can finally see you, you do not know how curious I am!"Tenou did not answer, then narrowed her eyes, and a smile brought her lips up.
"Ah yes, I see her now."Michiru did not understand. "See ... what?"
"The over-excited teenager."
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Author's notes: Ahah! I enjoyed writing this chapter, it's quite long, yet a bit funny.
A bit about Haruka's mum and her past too, of course in the next chapters it will be better explained.
I can tell you that there will be an hour X, on the 50th day, do you imagine what could happen on this moment? Wait to find out! ;)
P.S. leave a comment or write me PM if you have any doubt. Bye!