Disclaimer: I want them…sob… I really do…d'you think Naoko-sensei would let me have them for a day?

A/N: this story is getting longer than I intended it to be…anyways, who cares. By the way, if you're to choose between your lover and your best friend, whoever will you choose? This is the main point of Michiru's heart turmoil, for those who're confused out there…XP. Enjoy the chapter!

Be Mine Tonight

- Revelation of Truth -

Michiru was trying her best to avoid Yuka these last 5 days after Haruka's confession that night. And since she had practice for her upcoming violin recital, her schedule is getting more hectic than ever. She didn't even have the time to leisurely play her violin in piece and even the spare time to stare out and gaze into space, thinking of what she would do with her life. For all she knows her life is now a mess. Haruka's confession only makes it worse. She hasn't heard from the racer since, as the blonde racer seems stopped coming over to the university to pick up Yuka like she used to. Michiru's head were threatening to burst, now she's not only coping with her feelings towards the blonde racer, she now has to dealt with this huge guilt in her heart for cheating over her best friend. Regaining her old love seems wonderful, but would it worth her friendship? Dammit, why does fate has to be so cruel?

But fate doesn't seem to let Michiru walked away from it easily. The aqua-haired girl bumped into a familiar brunette in the hallway one afternoon.

"Yuka-san!" shocked eyes met red and puffy eyes glistened with unshed tears.

"Michiru…" more tears welled up on the brunette's hazel eyes before she broke down into hysterical tears. Panicking slightly, Michiru tried her best to cheer the sad girl. She brought Yuka inside one of the empty classrooms and waited for the girl to stop crying before asking her what's wrong.

"Haruka…" the brunette sobbed

An annoying amount of sudden guilt and concern rose quickly inside Michiru "What happen too Haruka?"

"He…he…"

"he?"

"He dumped me last night!" more tears splashed Michiru's front when the brunette had practically thrown herself onto her and wet the violinist's shoulder.

Michiru can't help but feeling a bit of shock at this piece of news. She tried to dissolve the big lump at the back of her throat before speaking again "h-how come…?"

"He- he said that our relationship is getting no where. He loves me, but not in that way, more like a brother-sister love. And…" Yuka paused to blow her nose loudly and on Michiru's landed handkerchief "he said that he had found his true love somewhere. He can't stop thinking about her and knows that the girl love him too. ..He said he want to regain back his lost love whatever happens… but we had such a beautiful time together…how could he turned away from me like that…?"

Michiru was speechless. Her heart was beating wildly against her chest. She can't believe Haruka did this far just to get her back.

'but…' the violinist looked down at the sobbing girl, torn against her heart's turmoil 'what should I do?'

She never realized that Yuka loves Haruka so much. The girl's eyes were red and puffy. It looks like she had cried herself to sleep last night. Michiru knows well how that felt, she herself had spent her first week in Hokkaido crying over Haruka.

"Don't worry" she stroked the brunette's hair gently "everything will be alright…"

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Michiru left the university early to have an early practice with her violin teacher. She took the usual path home and walked along with no company. And to her annoyance, she'd left her favourite sketchbook at the empty classroom when she calmed Yuka earlier. No matter, she'll look for it tomorrow…Yuka had stayed behind to do a project or something. Michiru sighs as her previous thoughts came back to her. Friend or lover…friend or lover…friend or lover…friend or…Haruka?

The racer was leaning against the sakura tree near her house. How Haruka seems to know her house doesn't seem like an important question right now. Questions exploded inside the aqua-haired girl's head like mad fireworks and her mind somehow had stopped working as the blonde make her way towards the stunned violinist.

"hey" she flashed Michiru a smile which the latter replied rather reluctantly

Michiru finally found her voice "w-what are you doing here? H-how do you know my house?"

"I want to have a little chat with you and I know from Yuka" Michiru's heart flood with guilt at the mention of her best friend's name.

Michiru almost lost her mind again "Know what?"

Haruka let out a chuckle that sent butterflies to flutter somewhere in the aqua-haired girl's middle. God, how much she had missed that wonderful sound…

"Your house silly. You better get your mind back to earth before I start talking again or this talk will last until tomorrow" Michiru blushed deep red at the comment. 'Wrong time to behave stupidly girl' she mentally scolded herself as teal eyes stared softly at her.

"So" Michiru's mind landed painfully back to earth "can we talk?"

The violinist kept running her eyes longingly towards her house. Somehow she doesn't really want to listen to Haruka right now. The more time she spent with the blonde race, the guiltier she gets. And she can't seem to keep her composure around the blonde. Their last 2 meetings ended in tears in Michiru's side. Michiru doesn't want Haruka to read off her true feelings. Because of their closeness, the two of them manage to read other's thoughts just by looking at their body language, seems creepy at times. But Michiru loves it when the blonde racer knows what she was thinking, that way it was needless for words.

Haruka stared almost pleadingly at the violinist and Michiru always fell to that look. Begrudgingly, she nods. The blonde smiled in relief.

"I promise it wont be long" she grinned and once again she made Michiru's middle make a delighted back flip.

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"Michiru can be so forgetful at times…." Yuka mumbled as she jogs round the corner towards Michiru's house. Earlier this afternoon, Michiru left her sketch book in the empty classroom they used to calm Yuka down. And when the brunette had realized it, her best-friend had gone home for an early violin practice. Yuka was feeling a lot better since she had talk to Michiru, and as an appreciation to the violinist, the brunette had taken all the trouble of jogging to Michiru's house to deliver the left sketch book and return back to the university to continue with her project.

Feeling utterly grateful she had someone as kind and understanding as Michiru as her best friend, she hummed happily as she jogs nearer to Michiru's house.

"I promise it won't be long"

"Huh?" Yuka frowned. Did she just heard Haruka's voice. She blinked in confusion before she heard another voice saying "sure"

Suspicions filled her mind. Actually, since the first time she'd introduced Haruka to Michiru, the brunette had started having this weird suspiscions about the two of them. Though Haruka said there's nothing more between the two of them, she cant help being insecure. Sometimes she caught an unaware Haruka stared almost lovingly at Michiru. Her suspicions grew higher when Haruka pulled Michiru out of harm's way that day. She swore she saw the blonde go pale as though the life had been sucked out of her, and that blush the blonde racer had on his face when his and Michiru's eyes met. Yuka felt that not all of Haruka's words are true. But the blonde knew that Michiru would not ever cheat behind her back, she know the violinist quite well to confidently say that Michiru is no backstabber.

Out of pure curiosity that had been nagging at the back of her head, she peeked at the source of the voices were coming from and felt her heart dropped heavily.

There it is, her ex-boyfriend Haruka. With her best friend, Michiru. Staring. Lovingly. At each other.

Jealousy begins to course through her veins as Haruka started to talk again

"I've thought about it…" the racer moved even nearer to the violinist, who tried her best to keep a good distance away and kept her composure intact.

"A-about what?" Michiru scolded herself, why does her brain have to stop working when she stared at Haruka's eyes?

"about our conversation in my car that night. I wont have it when you say you've forgotten about it" the smile faded from Haruka's face as she saw the smaller girl opened her mouth to retort. Michiru looked shocked when the blonde had finished her sentence.

"I know you're feeling guilty towards Yuka, but that's over now. I've broken up with her"

Sadly, Michiru looked down at the ground "I know"

"You do?"

"she was so sad of it…she told me just now…" the guilt was clearly visible in her voice

Haruka looked uneasy for a second, then she scratched the back of her head "um…" she was as uneasy as Michiru talking about this "well, anyway, as I was saying…I've thought about it. The only person I could love is you Michiru. No matter how much I tried to deny it, my love for you will never cease. I know you'll probably say that it won't work out the same for the both of us. But I am willing to try, to start all over again together with you. I love you so much and I want you back in my arms. But I wont expect any answer right now" she added when the aqua-haired girl didn't say anything.

The handsome teenage racer leaned down towards the violinist who seems to be drowning in those bottomless teal eyes "I'll wait forever if I have to" a sweet smile spread over Haruka's gentle face before she pulled away, chuckling at Michiru's stunned look.

With another smile she turned around and walked away "and Michiru?" the aqua-haired girl stared at the lovely figure, who grinned "I'm serious. I'll wait forever if it takes to having you back again in my arms" and with that she left.

Michiru could swore that she almost ran out of breath when Haruka had inched herself towards her, her face felt so hot suddenly. Her head throbbed as more problem were added. The violinist knows well she had to make these decisions fast, before things get out of control. Suddenly, she heard a loud thud and hurried footsteps from somewhere behind her, interrupting her thoughts.

Following the faint footsteps, she reached a place near her house where she saw her sketch book lying around in the dirt. Brushing the dusts off it, she wondered how it got there. With a pang she remembered where she'd left the book. The only person that knows where she had left it is only one.

Yuka had known the truth.

A/N: Any idea what Yuka is going to do next? R/R please!!