Bodyguard
By: Urooj
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Author's note: Well it's been a month. Forgive my tardiness. I decided to change my writing style. I wrote another version of chapter 7, but wanted to try this out. So tell me what you think about it. Should I continue for a few chapters of would you like how it was previously written?
Personally, I'll have to write a few, and then see which one I like more. But this one seems to satisfy me. Then again, I'm just in that mood, so maybe that's why. It's more about how they feel, and how they really are, instead of a third person's perspective. This was actually inspired by the story Windows of the Soul by Lestaki. It's really great, and I recommend it to anyone, who loves deep thoughts.
I haven't re-read this chapter. So I'll do it once I get the time too. Bear my mistakes for now. If you see any, please tell me. I just wanted this chapter out.
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Anonymous: I was hoping too. But it didn't seem so. This is just part of the chapter 7 I had originally planned. But I want see how this goes.
Chapter 7: My Thoughts of Her
It has been a week since we have last visited hell. Something burns inside me, when I think about it. The pain mixed with pleasure that I feel, thinking about Haruka and her behaviour towards Pandora. I feel ashamed too, how could I have allowed jealousy to get the better of me?
I look down at the flower petal. This garden that surrounds the palace is laced with beautiful water lilies, wonderful smelling roses and other flowers that are grown around this planet. My favourite would be this flower, Rosmarinus. No, it isn't aqua-marine blue, or greenish blue. It is blue. Light blue. The colour of the sky, of her.
Her...
The woman leaning against the pillar of the gazebo. The source of my recent jealousy, to sprout against a close friend. I smile slightly. But this was the same woman, for who I vowed to change for. Her, for who I had already started changing, slowly and unconsciously. Her every brute move, such blunt acts shatter my barrier, bringing out more of my considerate side, rather than the nasty part of me put up for show. I don't even remember when I had started to behave this way. But it had felt so good, bringing inconvenience to others. Was I born which such a nature? Nay.
I watch her, trying my hardest to be inconspicuous. But it's extremely hard. Out-right staring, has more chances of getting caught. I wouldn't want to get in trouble with the big bad bodyguard now would I?
Though she doesn't fit that description. Actually she is more of those aloof people, that don't indulge you. She's even lived up to it. Haruka has this look, where you wouldn't want to bother her, or risk gambling with your life. Ironically, the wind playing with her and the sun shining at her in such an angle makes her look harmless. I've never seen such a sad and miserable look in a while. My heart aches at the sight. What could have caused such an expression?
"Haruka..." I call out unconsciously. She hears me. Of course she does. Her ears are more acute than that of a dog. That, and her face changes. Her mouth perks up. I know that smile. Oh lord, a tease is on its way.
"Yara, isn't it rude to stare?"
I look back at her, incredulously. How can you tease after having such saddening thoughts! But it's Haruka, to expect nothing less from her, is akin to going to war and wearing no armour. You need to protect yourself from her, especially her surprises. But now I've been able to tell the difference between her teasing smile and her insulting smile. When she teases, her face is calm, more towards a gentle way. When she is about to brawl an insult, her face distorts in such a way, that it sends chills down my spine. Irony at its fullest. And here I thought I was the only one capable of doing so.
"Who said I was staring at you? You're not that interesting, attention-seeker."
Haruka chuckles. Music to my ears. At least it is not fake, like most others would use around me. No, this blonde here, is a bit to honest, even for my taste. But I like it. It's a refreshing change. I look back at her; a hint of a smile is lingering on her face. Oh she's up to something. Her eyebrows perk up in that way. Trouble, trouble. Why couldn't I just select my own bodyguard?
"Wanna play a game?"
My ears perk up. An eyebrow rose. A game? At this age? I look at her suspiciously. Haruka and game sound much worse than the word trouble.
"Was Michiru's life so boring that she has forgotten what a game is or how to play any one of them?" She's mocking me! I scowl at her. Damn Haruka. I haven't forgotten how to play; it's just nerve wrecking to think of one. Come to think of it, when was the last time I actually played a game?
"And what might you, out of all people have in mind for a game. Surely you have vile intentions accompanying it."
She's smirking...scary. Nothing good I assume.
"Hmm..." She hums, while leaning off the pillar and walking closer to me. Oh shit, she's coming close. Not good, not good! My heart's racing and I can feel the heat in my cheeks. Placing her hands behind her, she leans her lovely face close to mine. My heart pounds against its cage. I can hear it! Can she? Oh my god, this much blood rushing to my face, can't be good for my health.
Haruka's nose brushes against mine. I can feel that warmth, her body heat. It makes my blood boil; I want that body against mine. I suddenly look at her, with determine eyes. Just what lies behind those rough teal eyes? They waver when being inspected. She jerks back a bit. I guess the contact was too much for her.
Her expression is startled, but as quickly as that expression comes, it goes. Darn it! I was enjoying that surprised look. Can't I gloat a little bit in my victory?
"That was a lovely shade of red, Michiru." She teases, but there's something else. Is her tone also cautious? I peer at her, inching closer. Just what is she hiding? Was there something in her eyes that flashed which I didn't see, yet they were shown? Maybe I'm looking too much into this.
"Neptune to Michiru, come in!" I snapped out of my thoughts and rolled my eyes. How original.
"What?" I snapped at her. Her face was soft and playful. A cute face, it seems very soft to touch too. Fragile too. I want to touch it, but would it shatter? I don't think so. It's so soft, at the same time, it's so sturdy. I reach out.
"Michiru...?" I can't hear her, my intentions are clear. I want to touch that soft face. Haruka's eyes widen. Soft. So soft. Those kinds of thoughts linger through my mind when I touch her face with my hand, feeling it through my fingers, and then cupping it with my palms. I wonder how it would feel, if my nose was to caress it, or even better, my lips. Just to tease her though, I inch my face forward, rewarded with a lovely blush on her gorgeous contour. She's beautiful. Haruka's smart though. I had forgotten that she has thorough control over her body, unlike me. The blonde sides step and moves away from me, planting a "chaste" kiss on my cheek.
"Tag, you're it, kiddo" Her voice, so sensual. Then her presence is no longer there. I stand there, feeling all giddy, until I realize what she said.
"KIDDO???" Oh Haruka, prepare to die. Pay back's a bitch.
And there we go. So is it good? It's funny, but the event was short. There was more reflection than events.
A bit slow for my taste, so I'll see if I can speed it up. Again, bear with my mistakes (winks).