Author's note: Hey everyone, thanks for still reading. I'm glad I could keep all of you interested. So this one is a bit short again, sorry my ideas just aren't as lengthy as they used to be. Lol. Um…so yea I hope you enjoy, if not then I'm sorry. Thanks to MizzVita, my excellent editor.
Disclaimer: I own no one in this fanfic except Aito, Akira. [Yes, the jerk is mine.
After leaving Makoto outside by the field, Haruka went to the men's locker room making sure to check the gym schedule. Once she made sure that there were no scheduled practices for the evening, she went in feeling safe. Still she changed quickly, just in case.
Once done, Haruka made her way down the empty hall towards her locker. Someone was there. Seemingly waiting. As Haruka approached she noticed the girl to be none other than Michiru. As if the aqua coloured hair wasn't enough of a give away. Haruka laughed to herself. Michiru had been waiting patiently leaned up against the lockers gazing off into space, the way Haruka often did. Haruka smiled softly and casually walked towards her.
"Huh?" Michiru said softly, the sounds of footsteps bringing her back to reality and startling her a bit. "Oh…" she said smiling after realizing the source of the sound, "Haruka…"
Without a word, Haruka wrapped her arms around Michiru's waist and kissed Michiru softly on the lips. When Haruka broke free from the kiss, Michiru stared at her.
Seeing concern and fear in Michiru's eyes, Haruka's smile faded. Tearing her eyes away from her lover's, Haruka forced her gaze onto the floor, as she fished around in her pocket for her car keys.
"Let's just not talk about it, ok?" said Haruka after returning her eyes to Michiru's worried expression and forcing smile. She slipped her arm around Michiru's shoulders and together they walked to the parking lot in silence.
The drive home was strained with an awkward silence. Neither girl said much although their minds raced, they knew all things had a time, and now was not the time for questions. Michiru opened her mouth to speak as the car pulled to a stop in front of their house she closed her mouth her lips shut tight as she looked around the car for distraction.
Haruka un-buckled her seatbelt, leaned her head back and let her hand fall from the steering wheel. She smiled lovingly at Michiru, but her lover's facial expression didn't return the sentiment. Michiru's eyes asked questions Haruka didn't want to answer, at least not at that moment.
Michiru finally broke the silence. "Ruka…?", she said in a soft sigh.
"What?" Haruka asked laughing lightly. Michiru forced a small laugh and shook her head, deciding to ask Haruka her questions later. Haruka stepped out of the car and walked over to Michiru's side, opening the door to let her out. Michiru turned to let her feet out, but stopped midway and remained seated. Haruka shook her head, "so you're not going to move?…" Haruka started, a smirk slowly appearing on her face "ok…fine…." With that, Haruka picked up Michiru holding the smaller girl over her shoulder. Michiru laughed in surprise, playfully hitting Haruka's back with loose fists. Haruka she closed the car door and carried Michiru inside of the house.
Once inside their home, Haruka carried Michiru up to their spacious bedroom and placed Michiru on their bed. Haruka held herself over to her aqua haired goddess. Michiru gently held Haruka's face in her hands, keeping distance between them. Unable to resist the lure of Michiru's luscious lips, Haruka took the bait and closed the gap between their faces. Taking possession of Michiru's lips, Haruka kissed her lover deeply, Michiru slid Haruka's shirt of slowly, letting her fingers linger on her lover's skin. As their kiss grew more passionate, Haruka's fingers intertwined with Michiru's against the headboard, while Michiru's other hand reacquainted itself with Haruka's unclad body, as it ran the soft lines on Haruka's back.
Haruka smiled, gently kissing Michiru's neck. Michiru's moan rang softly in Haruka's ear.
'Mmm….' Haruka heard, the voice belonging to neither herself nor her lover. Akira's voice crept Haruka's mind, his moans drowning out Michiru's. Haruka tried to shake it off before her partner noticed, but it was too late. Michiru easily noticed when Haruka's body tensed, her eyes clamping her eyes shut, her breathing speeding up as she struggled to block out Akira's voice.
"Ruka?..." said Michiru, her tone concerned.
Once again, Haruka forced herself to smile, and kissed Michiru's lips. As the kiss deepened Akira's moans succeeded again in penetrating Haruka's mind. Trying to block out Akira, Haruka became aggressive towards Michiru, kissing her harder, her hands tearing at Michiru's clothes. Michiru stopped. Haruka looked at her lover, whose face held a puzzled look.
"Gomen nasai…" Haruka said apologetically as she sat up. Her feet on the floor, while she rested her face in her hands, "Gomen, Michiru…Gomen" her voice trailed off. Michiru, unable to find the words to comfort her companion, slid her arms across Haruka's stomach as she held the blonde close to her body.
"Just tell me…" Michiru pleaded.
"Please Michiru…don't...j-just…" Haruka stuttered as she stood up and walked over to the window, trying to clear her head. She ran her fingers through her hair with a sigh. It wasn't that she didn't want to talk to Michiru, she did, but she knew that she would end up mad and Michiru would end up in tears, and making Michiru cry was the last thing she wanted to do. She needed to get some fresh air. She put back on her shirt, and grabbed her coat. Just as Haruka turned to leave the bedroom, Michiru's voice called to her.
"Where are you going?" She asked, she continued to watch as Haruka tightened her belt and grabbed her car keys.
"I'm going for a drive" Haruka answered, with yet another forced smile, "I'll be back in a few" she added. Michiru just nodded her head, unable to comprehend the situation and fearing that her soul mate was attempting to find ways to shut her out of her life. "I love you Michi." Haruka added sensing Michiru's discomfort, then she left the aqua haired girl alone in their bed.
-In Haruka's Car-
Haruka let the windows down on her F450 Ferrari as she speeded down the open road, with no specific destination. She was in her element. Just having the wind in her hair calmed her, it allowed her to think things through and find ways to correct difficult problems. This week's problem: Aito, Akira.
Coming up to a red-light, Haruka stopped. While waiting for the light to change, Haruka remembered the events of that week. She remembered Akira's unexpected arrival, the smug look he always had on his face, his sincere act. Haruka also remembered the ways he touched Michiru. Haruka's hands gripped the steering wheel so tight, her knuckles turned white, she revved the engine as if to expel her anger. And then a smile came across her face. She laughed silently. 'Poor Aito-kun…' Haruka thought to herself, 'do you really think you can compete with me...?"
The streetlight turned green, Haruka shifted into gear, "let's see you try", she said out loud. Her tires screeched as she sped down the road towards her home where she knew Michiru was waiting for her.
To be continued….