Disclaimer: The usual, the plot is mine, Haruka and Michiru not.
A/N: Oh so many reviews! How exciting, although I am sad because I am facing the inevitable decision of changing the rate of this fic to M and that just means less readers and less reviewers due to the awful search engine of fanfiction v-v For those of you that stay faithful readers I hope you enjoy this second chapter.
A lesson on Love
By Auraluna7
Chapter 2: The girl with the butterfly tattoo
Michiru sighed softly as she looked outside her bedroom window to the inevitable sunrise. How unreal the night before seemed right now, almost like a mirage that never really existed, but as she touched her chapped lips with her soft musician fingers she knew it had been as real as it gets. Lazily she got on her feet and walked to the bathroom, as the silky nightgown slide from her slim body and pooled at her feet, she ran her fingers along her neckline, the path of passion branded on her skin, a look on the mirror told Michiru that make up was going to do little to cover the love bites left by the tall stranger.
Walking under the shower and closing her deep sea eyes Michiru thought of the tomboy. The memories of the blonde's touch on her warm skin brought her back on fire; she could feel her nipples hardening as the water ran down caressing her perfect breasts. She had had a few drinks the night before but her encounter with the tomboy had not been the result of it, something had drawn her to the mysterious blonde and even now on the break of the new day just the mere thought of her touch was making her feel all bothered again.
Sighing heavily Michiru tried to focus on showering; she tried to ignore the pressing need between her legs and the tingling sensation of the water against her sensitive spots. If only the night had lasted longer, if only she had asked the blonde tomboy her name, or even looked at her face under the mask, but she didn't and the reason behind it was she had been afraid, afraid of getting too close to someone, afraid of breaking something that seemed like a magic spell. She had run away from the blonde just like Cinderella at the ball, except that she left behind no crystal slipper and all she had was the blonde's phone number folded on a tiny napkin lying right now on her nightstand.
Tired of being unable to put the events of the previous night off her mind Michiru turned off the shower and wrapped herself in a towel, stepping out of the bathroom she found Kasumi already awake, the girl brushing her long platinum hair lazily.
"Morning."
"Morning Michi, so…"
"So?" Michiru dried her long aqua hair against a towel.
"Did you?"
"Did I what?" They had barely slept a couple hours; Kasumi looked tired dark rings under her eyes.
"Did you do it with that sexy prince-princess I saw you going upstairs with?" Michiru looked at her friend and shook her head; she was not going to detail the events of the night before to Kasumi those memories were just for her. "So, what happened then?"
"Nothing you need to know."
"Oh come on! You never ever go to a private room with anyone and I saw you going upstairs, there must be something interesting to tell about it."
Michiru rummaged through her drawers looking for clean clothes, she thought again about the night before, the vivid sensation of straddling the blonde's leg and rocking against it with her bare thighs made her blush intensely. "I… it was, it doesn't matter what it was its over. We're back on the real world."
"Did you give her your phone number?" Michiru shook her head again, trying to appear quite focused on her uniform. "Did she give you hers?"
"Yes. But I don't intend to call her."
"Why? You certainly had a great time, look how blushed you are, and that smile on your face speaks for itself even if it's true you are still the most promiscuous virgin in Tokyo."
"I am not promiscuous, and look who's talking, at least I am still a virgin …and shut up. Besides I can't call her because I don't even know her name all she gave me was her phone number, imagine me dialing, 'oh yes hello can I speak with the blonde with the mask?' It was one of those things that happen once and you save the good memory about."
"Hum. If you say so."Kasumi stretched lazily, she wanted so badly to go back to bed, she and Michiru shared a room on the dormitory of the Ongaku-Gei Music and Arts institute of Tokyo, one of the most prestigious academies in Tokyo. "My night was quite entertaining as well, thanks for asking."
"Sorry, I am just tired. So that brunette was fun then?"
"I enjoyed her." Michiru smiled "Pretty sure she 'enjoyed' me as well." Kasumi unlike her liked to try everything and anyone, Michiru felt the impulses as well but she always managed to put them under control, well almost always… again she felt a shiver down her spine, Michiru pressed two fingers against her tingling lips, what had the mysterious blonde done to her, she just could not brush the images off …
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"I'm so late!" Akira ransacked the kitchen looking for a clean coffee mug, Haruka sitting at the table smiled at her, she was already sipping a nice hot cup of coffee, of course unlike Akira she didn't slept, they came back from the club and she had stayed awake after a long shower that could not cool off the turmoil she felt, afterwards she had spent the remaining few hours of the night writing music sheets.
Finally defeated Akira sat down to drink her coffee on a pink kiddy plastic cup. "Have you ever considered doing the dishes now and then?"
Smiling Akira raised her pink cup on a toasting motion. "As long as there is one clean cup we don't need to do the dishes."
"If you say so."
"Well, well no fighting over the dishes? I thought you were going to give me a speech. You seem to be having quite the good morning, tell me what happened last night? You disappeared on me."
Sighing loudly Haruka placed down her coffee mug and looked right into the hazelnut eyes. "I met a muse."
"A muse? Uh oh, does this muse have a name?"
"Mmm no. I mean she must have one but she wouldn't tell it to me, she would not let me tell her mine either."
Akira smiled and sipped her coffee. "So one night stand muse?"
"We didn't have sex…not technically. But it was different, don't ask me different how, but I have never felt this way with any other woman I ever met, when I kissed her it was just indescribable, I felt like I had kissed her a million times before but at the same time it was new and exciting and inspiring. I feel like writing music again."
"Really? She must have been quite the love bunny, but without a name it will be hard to find again, unless of course you don't want to find her again."
"I know, I gave her my phone number since it was impossible to get hers, she …she wasn't much into talking."
Smirking Akira refrained from asking what they were doing then. "Anonymous Muse, sounds like a good title for a song."
"Butterfly Muse."
"Was she dressed like one?" Haruka shook her head, closing her eyes she could feel the warm skin of her muse right under her fingertips and the image of the small butterfly tattoo on her shoulder blade came to her mind.
"I am going to find her somehow. I just know it."
"Well, start by going back to the club maybe she will as well."
"Yeah, about that…I didn't quite saw her face either."
Akira lifted an eyebrow and placing her pink mug on the top of a pile of dirty dishes that covered the sink entirely she tried not to sound too condescending. "No face, no name, no phone number. I am afraid you might not see her ever again, or you might see her but not know it."
"If you had felt what I did, if you had felt her soft fair skin, if she had kissed you with her strawberry lips, you will know I am destined to find her again."
Akira walked towards the door and patted the blonde on the head. "Artists, always so darn romantic. Hurry up Professor Tenoh; you're going to be late for school. Don't let the future bright musicians of Japan wait for their genius teacher, it's going to be quite funny, aren't you like just 4 years older than them?"
Haruka shrugged, she was used to be different and being treated that way, from the moment she turned six years old and she sat at her mother's piano she had been treated like a musical prodigy, the opportunity to actually be around musicians of her age or almost her age was quite attractive, even if those musicians will end up being her pupils.
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As she sat behind the wheel of her Ferrari and sped through the streets of Tokyo Haruka let her mind wander back to the night before. When the Venetian princess had agreed to go upstairs with her Haruka couldn't believe her luck, they entered a tiny poorly lighted alcove, the noise from downstairs muffled barely by the walls, the only furniture on the room a red velvet couch. Haruka had pulled the girl on her lap and as they kissed fiercely she had wanted to get the mask of the face she guessed beautiful, it could not be other way, the luscious red lips and the soft fair skin of her cheeks were the indication of it, yet the girl refused, she whispered in her ear that the night was made for a fantasy and that was what they were having.
Haruka fixed her hair on the rare-view mirror on the parking lot of the school, an she thought again of the Butterfly Muse, on the way she touched her like no one else had, with lust but at the same time an almost innocent curiosity. She thought of how close they had been to lose their clothes and their control, but again the smaller girl had had the upper hand, she let Haruka lead and she welcome all her caresses but she would not let Haruka get her clothes off.
It had been frustrating, but at the same time the challenge of having a woman that despite melting on her arms refused her the one thing she wanted the most was terribly attractive. She had to find the girl, she just had to, she had to find the muse and rip her clothes off just like she wanted to do right before the girl looked at her watch and fled leaving her shaky and bothered. Trying to regain her coolness Haruka stepped off her car, first things first. Her job was important; afterwards she will come with a plan to tract the girl with the butterfly tattoo.
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Taking a long puff of a long slim cigarette Kasumi looked at Michiru who stood resting her back against the wall of the building. "Why don't you just humor your dad?"
"I am not a trained monkey; I am not performing for him and his snob friends just because they are bored. My music is not for display."
"I will gladly sing for such an important group of people, any of them could impulse your career beyond your imagination."
"You won't have much voice left if you don't quit smoking." Michiru took the cigarette from the manicured hand with long red nails and took a puff herself, she was quite upset, to think what a wonderful morning she had and then her father came and ruined it all. "Besides he just wants me to play along with his new little toy."
"Who?"
Michiru shrugged and blew the smoke out. "Dunno a pianist or something."
"Well being the headmaster's daughter had to come with some responsibilities don't you reckon? Oh-oh … look at that." Kasumi looked at Michiru's right brushing her blonde hair back with her soft hand. Following the gaze Michiru found a pair of beautiful green eyes that belonged to a tall good looking blonde, Michiru smiled, no wonder Kasumi looked like a cat smelling a can of tuna. "Well hello there. You must be new around here for sure because I will not forget such beautiful…eyes."
Haruka happened to be walking around the campus to get a closer look at the school grounds when she ran into the two girls hanging on the back of the library building, both of them wore the school uniform, a black buttoned up shirt with a white tie, black, gray and white plaid skirt and black stockings. The tomboy smiled to the blonde girl talking to her, her steel gray eyes made her look much older than she probably was, her long curled blonde hair grazing her waist, the other girl remained silent still, her aqua colored hair lose over her shoulders, a cigarette on her long elegant hand. "Ladies, I should say smoking is a terrible habit." The quiet girl looked directly at her for the first time and Haruka noticed the amazing deep blue eyes, at first glance the blonde seemed much more attractive than her but the eyes of the color of the ocean were completely mesmerizing.
"I take you didn't came here for a smoke then. What's your name?"
"Haruka Tenoh."
"Hi Haruka, I am Kasumi Tani and this is Michiru Kaioh, are you new here?" Haruka made a small nod.
"Shouldn't you two be in class?"
"We got the period off. How about you?" Kasumi's voice was nice and crystalline, Haruka guessed the blonde was probably a singer.
"Same thing. I am going to ask you to put that cigarette off, please." Michiru took another puff of her cigarette and looked at Haruka, the blue eyes seemed amused.
"Or what?" Her voice was not a threatening; it was more like a curious tone.
"You might end up on detention."
The idea of detention made Michiru smile, that will be quite amusing. " You are new here and you're going to go find someone to put me in detention? You're not going to make a lot of friends around here Haruka."
Dismissing the fact that she liked her name on the aqua beauty's lips Haruka walked to her and took the smoke of her hand. Michiru looked right into her green eyes and blushed lightly, Haruka standing less than a foot away from her. "Don't let me see you smoking again, please."
"Are you going to tell a teacher?" Having a the girl so close to her made Haruka surprisingly nervous, perhaps the memories of the night before were affecting her more than usual, she was used to be around lots of beautiful girls but just like the Butterfly muse this girl was making her feel uneasy.
"I am a teacher." Haruka saw a flash of surprise on the blue eyes but then the girl managed to hide her feelings.
"You are? How old are you?" Kasumi's voice made Haruka realize she and the blue eyed girl were not alone, it was easy to lose track of things staring at the deep eyes.
Clearing her throat Haruka stepped away from Michiru, her eyes set on the blonde girl again. "How is that relevant? All you need to know is that I am Haruka Tenoh the new teacher for Soloists."
So this was her father's new pet. Michiru took a closer look at the blonde, she found her face beautiful and her toned body quite attractive, she wondered if she was as good pianist as she had heard, perhaps she will stop skipping her soloist lessons for a while.
Kasumi swept her eyes from the blonde to her friend and back, she smiled as she found both of them looking at each other with badly hidden attraction, this was probably going to turn into another amusing bet with Michiru, the aqua beauty was not the only one that thought Haruka was an attractive prey.
(A/N: Please review! Any comments will be welcomed I am debating about the explicitness level for this fic, should I go risky and use adult words? Lol I need opinions)