another installation of That Haruki/Isuke Fic You See Occasionally With The Really Cheesy and Forced Lesbian Au. Aka this one ahah ah.
Special thanks to all reviewers and thanks to one for pointing out a mistake. Please, do the pointing out mistake thing if you please except maybe some nice things as well im a terrible person.
That day, Isuke was really trying so hard to avoid that dingy little café, but no. Before she even realised it, she was opening the door, with a little ring, and stepping inside, even though there was absolutely no reason for her to come back.
The sky was perfectly clear, too.
The café was, by far, less busy than the last time she came. Only a few tables were occupied, and only two people manned the counter. How pathetic, she thought to herself, as she ordered a caramel latte.
The bubbly girl behind the counter, whose badge identified her as "Ichinose Haru", was too familiar and her voice set Isuke's teeth on edge. Thank god she didn't try and strike a conversation. Isuke would have thrown up.
With her order set, there was nothing left to do but wait at an empty table for the latte to arrive. So Isuke did just that, and waited. Her fingers drummed impatiently on the desk. Her eyes glared at everyone around her, flicking from person to person, examining them, sizing them up.
She revelled in their discomfort.
And over there, in the corner, next to the window, was bandage girl. The beautiful scenery out the window was wasted on a blind girl, Isuke thought, especially one with such tacky nail polish, and that violently messy hair. If Isuke's eyes lingered, she certainly didn't show it.
"Your caramel latte, miss!" It was that annoying "Ichinose Haru" again, and she didn't look the least bit perturbed by Isuke's famed scowl. So she took her drink without complaint and without a thanks, leaving the waitress to walk away bemusedly.
Isuke took a sip. It tasted better this time. Maybe it was worth coming back for again.
No, of course not. Ugh. What disgusting coffee. Yet she kept drinking. Perhaps she was even… procrastinating? What for, though? Isuke never would do such a… a second-class thing.
Speaking of second-class things, there was a certain bandaged second-class citizen finally arising from her table across the café, and Isuke was not openly gazing at her as she stood, or anything.
She wasn't looking as another café-goer laughed, and so carelessly and horribly turned around, waving to someone behind them. She definitely wasn't looking as said person, not seeing where they were going, collided head on with something.
She saw bandage girl fall, caught the gasp of surprise on her lips. Had she eyes, they would have been wide. In slow motions, hands flailed helpless at the unyielding air, and the blind girl fell with an audible sound. Isuke felt her teeth grit at the sound. It was the sound of head hitting tiled floors. It was the sound of a wound sever enough to bleed.
A moment of silence. Nothing. Then action.
The stupid, careless café-goer looked with dismay at the scalding hot coffee over their shirt and pants, and was the first to move, spouting useless apologies to anyone who cared to listen as they dashed to the bathroom. There was a soft murmur as others decided who should be the first to get up and help.
Bandage girl had seemingly resigned to her fate and was attempting to sit up, and beneath her head was a patch of blood.
"Ah, wait a pain." Isuke said with a malicious smile, and as she stepped forward, the small crowd hushed. Then there was that solid murmur again. What pathetic fools. So pathetic they couldn't even help themselves, could they.
"You're a careless idiot." Said Isuke, bluntly, as she leaned over the girl who was currently prone on the floor. The girl said nothing in reply, but there was a faint smile on her face. What a ridiculous person.
"Ah! I-I'm so so sorry! Let me help, Haruki-chan, oh I'm so very sorry…" Ichinose Haru was here, now, with a wet cloth and a pathetically miserable look on her face. Isuke scoffed. She didn't need this stupid waitress to help her do such a mundane job as help a blind girl to her feet.
"Tch." Isuke took the newly dubbed Haruki's hand with her own, and could feel the very moment Haruki's surprise turned into gratitude. Their hands fit. No, no, such strange thoughts didn't belong in Isuke's brain. "Haruki, huh? Stop lying there, then, fool. Get up."
Strangely enough, Haruki complied. With Isuke's reluctant assistance, Haruki got to her shaky feet. She was still smiling that stupid smile. That stupid, heart-wrenching smile. For a moment, Isuke just stared, and Haruki looked off into the distance as blind people often did. Haru stood there like an awkward fish.
"O-oh! Do you two… Know each other?" She asked, clutching the cloth close to herself and forgetting it was wet. What a fool.
"No."
"One day."
Isuke started at Haruki's odd, rather cryptic reply. One day…? As if in answer, Haruki turned so that she was, more or less, facing Isuke.
"One day I would like to get to know you." She said, with a bluntness that surpassed even Isuke's own. How naïve.
"No." Isuke turned up her nose, but she couldn't help but sneak a glance at the enigmatic, bandage-sporting, red-head. Said red-head rubbed her head and it came away sticky with blood. She laughed, and it irritated Isuke to no end. Yet she was still here. Why?
She was still there, caramel latte going cold on her table, as Haru apologetically wiped away the blood from Haruki's head, and the floor. Haruki laughed it off with that laugh of hers, with that "Sorry, sorry" of hers. Isuke wondered what her eyes looked like.
With an annoyed click of the tongue, Isuke turned to the waitress.
"I'd like another caramel latte." She ordered, and the waitress snapped to attention with a smile. Haru was about to leave, when…
"Make that two."
And then it was just Isuke and Haruki, standing there, and Haruki was grinning like a child.
"Stop that."
Haruki didn't stop, so Isuke sighed and led her back to her table. And, for some reason, Isuke felt compelled to sit across from her. Maybe it was that hopeful smile. Maybe it was just curiosity.
"Sagae Haruki. Call me Haruki."
"Inukai Isuke. And I'm not calling you Haruki. What a peasant." Isuke rested her face in her hands and was glad Haruki was blind, because she could run her gaze over her face without anyone getting the wrong idea.
"Okay then, Inukai Is-"
"Isuke-sama, to you, Sagae," Isuke growled, but if Haruki was intimidated, she didn't show it.
"Sorry, sorry," she laughed, waving her hands in front of her. "Okay then, Isuke-sama."
Isuke faltered.
Her name sounded so sweet, coming from those lips.
an important announcement da dadada..!
Because this story is supposed to be bunches of AUs that aren't connected I've decided it's time to start on another au. i have two in mind: supernatural-high-school!au, or the actor!au. Review and decide!
For clarification, aus never end, really. Just look out for the chapter title, and chapter titles that are the same share an au! Easy peasy! So if you like this one but hate whatever the next au is, that's ok, just look for more chapters called "sweet voice, blind eyes"
tl;dr vote option 1 or 2 for freshness, and keep watching out for chapter titles!