This part of the story takes place 1 year and 4 months into the past. So here it is…I hope you enjoy it. And I hope this one didn't take too long to get out but I had to think on this one a bit…I hope I met my standards…
WARNING: Harsh swearing...I don't think anyone will really care but jic...
Haruka walked from school slowly. She dreaded going home to that Hellhole. She strolled around in circles on her front lawn threw away more time. Haruka lay down on the grass and looked at how the sun made the sky different shades of purple and pink. She rolled onto her stomach and felt the wind blow on her hair. She loved the wind and the sky. She wished that she could share her feelings with someone special someday instead of living here. She checked her watch. 7:21. She groaned as she remembered that she was on break and didn't have school for two weeks. She decided to go inside anyway. She opened the door praying that he would be asleep. She shut the door quietly and crept upstairs but a harsh yelling voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Get your ass down here!"
Haruka closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she walked down the stairs. "Yes Father?"
He was a fat man with a balding head and yellow eyes. Both hands had a bottle of cheap vodka in them and his clothes appeared like they hadn't been washed in a month. The area around him was a mess and reeked like rotting food. "Where the fuck were you, you little fucker? Were you out doing drugs? Huh?"
Haruka shook her head and wouldn't look her father in the face.
"If you think that I'm going to pay for you in jail, you better forget about it."
Haruka shook her head. He's not even making sense anymore.
"You were never late when your goddamn mother was alive."
Haruka's fists clenched.
"What? I'm not good enough for you? Is that it? You bastard, your fucking mother didn't raise you right. Just look at you. You're a goddamn dyke. What are you doing? What? Do you want to be a man? Your fucking mother didn't raise you right."
Haruka charged at her father and punched him in the face. "Don't fucking talk about her that way you son of a bitch!"
He screamed in agony as he dropped his liquor and blood squirted everywhere. Tears streamed down Haruka's face as she ran out of the door and didn't look back. The wind helped her run. It guided her running faster then she ever had before. They made her stronger and picturing her father's bloody face forced her to keep going. She ran faster and faster and farther and farther. She ran until she collapsed. The tears continued to pour out of her eyes and her lungs felt like they were on fire. Her hand hurt and was covered in her father's blood. She wiped it disgustedly onto the grass and curled up into a ball and cried herself to sleep.
Haruka woke up with the warm sun shining down on her face and a nice breeze danced along her face. She felt safe and comfortable and realized she was in a bed. She sat up straight and looked around. She was in lavender room with a bed next to her and the window was open. Haruka looked down at her hand and her eyes widened as a white hand rubbed her own badly bruised one. Haruka looked up into a girls face. Her eyes were the color of the sky and her hair was so blonde, it was almost white. She was too skinny and pale with no color in her face. She looked as fragile as a porcelain doll and Haruka thought she was dreaming. The girl wasn't beautiful, but she there was something magical about her. This girl attracted Haruka. She let go of her hand and Haruka half expected it to be magically healed. The girl stood up and Haruka noticed she was wearing all white too. This made her look even more ghost like.
"I'm Shinju, who are you?" Her voice was lovely. It was soft but strong and had a soothing edginess to it.
Haruka blushed at the sound of it. "I'm Haruka Tenoh. Where am I?"
Shinju laughed. "You're in my grandmothers house. My parents are gone for the weekend and I'm staying here while they are away."
Haruka laughed. "How old are you?"
Shinju frowned and even with this look her face was still magical. "I'm 16, how old are you?"
Haruka smiled. "I'm 16 too. I didn't know 16 year olds needed a sitter."
Shinju shook her head. "And I didn't know that 16 year olds fall asleep on someone else's property with blood on their hand and clothes."
Haruka pulled the blankets off of her and noticed that she was only in her bra and panties. She yelped and jumped back under the blankets. "Why did you take off my clothes?!"
Shinju chuckled. "I don't mind seeing you like this."
Haruka's face turned bright red and Shinju sat down next to her. "Don't worry, I'm only joking, and besides I told you they were covered in blood so my grandma is washing them for you." Shinju scooted closer to her. "What happened to you anyway Tenoh?"
Haruka frowned. "Why are you calling me Tenoh? And isn't that kind of personal for you to be asking me that?"
Shinju shrugged. "I like Tenoh better than Haruka. Besides, you're in my house aren't you?"
Haruka sighed. "I got into a fight, that's all."
Shinju looked worried. "Are you okay? You don't have any other injuries do you?"
Haruka was touched. "No, I'm fine. Thank you though Shinju that means a lot."
Shinju nodded and heard her grandmother call her. She pardoned herself and ran downstairs to fetch Haruka her clothes.
Haruka looked around the spacious messy room. There were books and white clothes everywhere. There were posters of swimmers and track runners on all of the walls. She smiled at this. She likes track runners huh?
Haruka noticed a leukemia magazine lieing on the ground.
Shinju walked in and grinned. "Don't worry about that Tenoh." Shinju said this so nonchalantly that Haruka felt a little less sorry for her.
"I'm sorry Shinju, I didn't—I" Haruka's face turned red again.
Shinju shook her head. "It's okay Tenoh; I've had it my whole life. I'm used to it. Oh here are your clothes."
Haruka awkwardly got up with Shinju staring at her and quickly pulled on her shirt and pants.
"You have a really nice body Tenoh. You're a track runner aren't you?"
Haruka blushed. "I am. How did you know that?"
Shinju smiled. "I've wanted to run track my whole life but my mom won't let me. She says it's too dangerous. So I study them instead. I want to become a doctor, but I study professional track runners in my spare time. Their muscle structures, their techniques, everything. And it appears like you have an amazing body built for speed."
Haruka gazed at her. "Thank you Shinju, but I don't have the heart of a runner. I mean my heart muscle is strong, but I just run because I'm good at it. I don't run because I love to."
Shinju kept an amused look on her face. "I think that's a lie. You just don't know it yet. Listen, if you don't have anywhere else to go, you can stay here. My grandma wouldn't mind."
Haruka smiled. "I would like that, but I don't want to impose or anything. I mean I could just go stay with my aunt or something."
Shinju frowned. Haruka was starting to fall in love with her frowny face. "Well, you can do what you want Tenoh, but I want you to stay. And who knows, maybe I can prove to you that you really do love to run."
Haruka liked this girl more and more. "Okay Shinju, I'll take you up on that."
Shinju smiled and walked down the stairs to tell her Grandma that "Tenoh" was staying.
I hope you liked this chapter, don't worry Michiru will come back soon but this is the first part of the past section. I'm not sure how many chapters it will take to complete this part of Haruka's life, but Michiru will come back. :D
