4 - Encounters
She was standing in front of the full mirror, finishing her make up.
She was wearing tight dark blue jeans, with black high heels boots over it, that reached right under her knees. A black t-shirt was hugging her torso and her breasts, and then it fell down her right shoulder. She had put on a strapless bra just for the occasion.
Her long, curly, aquamarine hair was falling freely down her back. And her make up consisted of some black mascara and lip gloss.
She didn't want to over do herself, considering they were only going to a bar. But she still wanted to look her best.
A knock on the door got her attention, and she checked herself out one last time, before grabbing her purse and her black tight jacket. She opened the door, and came face to face with a beautiful girl.
She had short blue hair, and big eyes matching her hair. She was dressed on a nice light blue cotton dress pressing all her curves in the right places over her jeans, blue high heels stilettos on her feet.
"Ami!" she exclaimed "You looked great! Wanting to impress someone?" she teased.
The blue haired young woman blushed lightly "You think it's too much? Maybe I should go home and change..."
"Nonsense! You look hot!" the aquamarine haired woman said, taking her friend by the arm and leading the way down the hall. "So, where exactly are we going again?"
"Oh, it's this place a friend of mine told me about" Ami said "I ran into her this morning, and she told me some friend of hers just opened this cool bar a couple of months ago, and there are bands playing every weekend" they walked out of the building, and grabbed a cab to get them to the designated meeting place "She asked me to join her tonight, so, we're going"
"And I'm going because...?"
Ami tilted her head at her, one eyebrow going up "You keep saying you want to meet new people, but you never go anywhere" she said "So, unless you're having an affair with your boss and I'm not aware of it, you're coming with me"
The aquamarine haired woman laughed "My boss? Are you kidding me? He's like ten thousand years old!" she exclaimed "He could be my great grandfather, for all I know!"
Ami laughed "Ok, I get the point. But still" she insisted "You really need to get out more"
"I know, I know! Geez, you're starting to sound like Minako on me" she said, letting out a sigh "You know what? When you're right, you're right! That's why you're the brains on this friendship"
"Exactly" Ami agreed, nodding her head "So you'll do as I say" she added, in a motherly manner that made them both laughed.
They reached the bar in no time, and standing right at the door, checking on her watch, was a long, black haired was wearing black tight pants and high black leather boots. A tight, long red shirt hugged her body in the most sophisticated, sexy way. And she was tapping her foot lightly on the floor.
"Sorry we're late, Rei" Ami said, getting the black haired woman's attention "This is my friend, Michiru Kaioh" she said, pointing at the aquamarine haired woman next to her "Michiru, this is my friend from high school, Rei Hino"
"Nice to finally meet you, Rei" Michiru said, smiling at her "I heard so much about you!"
"Really? Should I be scared here?" she joked, eying Ami "It's really nice to meet you too, Michiru. Now, let's get inside! The guys are saving us a table"
They got inside, and Michiru was actually surprised.
The place wasn't that big, but it was still impressive. The old brick walls, along with the old jazz and blues framed posters hanging around gave it a somewhat old fashioned air, but in such a tasteful way that it was actually cozy. There was a long wooden counter to the left, and a small stage at the back, where some guys were getting ready to play. The rest of the room was full with wooden, old looking tables and chairs.
All in all, Michiru liked the place.
They walked to the counter, and a tall, blonde haired man with dark green eyes smiled at Rei.
And Michiru gasped. Oh my God, she thought to herself.
"Ami, Michiru, I'd like you to meet my friend, Jadeite" Rei introduced "He owns the place"
"It's nice to meet you, ladies" he said, in a charming manner, smiling "The usual table for you and your friends, Rei. Seiya's been saving it for you"
Seiya? Michiru frowned, Could it be? No, no way. It's just a coincidence.
But when Rei took them to their table, and she saw a black haired head and broad shoulders, she knew it wasn't a coincidence.
It's been five years since she last saw him, but she had seen that particular head long enough to recognize it anywhere.
"Ok, Kou, you can go now" Rei said, in a teasing manner to the black haired man sitting on their table.
He looked up at her, frowning.
"What? No thank you?" he asked "And here I was, being nice to you" he said, getting up and turning around to face her. And then his blue eyes went wide open "Michiru?" he asked, looking surprised "Is that you?"
"Hi, Seiya" she greeted, smiling politely.
"Holly... Come here girl, give me a hug!" he exclaimed, walking up to her and hugging her "You look gorgeous!" he exclaimed, looking her up and down.
"You know each other?" Rei asked, confused.
"We went to high school together" Michiru answered, a little embarrassed, before Seiya could say anything at all.
"It's a small world after all!" he exclaimed "Hey, I have to go with the guys now, but don't go anywhere! I want to catch up with you later, ok?"
He didn't even waited for her to answer. He simply walked to the stage, and jump up there, where two other men where already warming up to play their music.
They took a seat, and Ami looked at her friend "Please tell me that's not the Seiya I think he is" she said.
Michiru shook her shoulders, smiling shyly. "Um... no?"
"Oh my God, Michiru!" Ami exclaimed, trying to keep her voice down. They were, after all, sitting not that far away from the stage. "Are you alright?" she asked, looking all excited.
"Please, Ames, don't get all crazy on me now, ok?" Michiru begged "I'm perfectly fine. Sure, it's nice to see him again, but that's it, ok? There's nothing else to it"
"Wait! You mean there used to be something else?" Rei asked, intrigued.
"It's a long story" Michiru answered, not really willing to share the entire story. Not with the male lead role of it standing not so far from them.
Rei looked like she was going to ask another question, but someone taking a sit next to her interrupted her.
Michiru looked at the tall blonde man, and had to force herself not to stare. Blonde hair. Tall frame. Was it him? He's cute, she said to herself.
"The show's gonna start a little bit later tonight" he announced, looking annoyed "Haruka just arrived. Can you believe it?" he asked, frowning.
"Hey, everyone's has a right to be late every now and then" Rei said, tapping his hand.
"Not Haruka!" he exclaimed "Have you seen that blonde behind the wheel?"
"Look, Haruka's already here, right?" she said, looking around. And when she spotted a tall blonde woman now making her way to the stage, she turned to Jadeite, smiling "Guess they're about to start any minute now. Just relax"
He just nodded his head, and went back to his spot behind the counter.
Michiru followed him with her eyes, and Rei smiled at her.
"He's cute, isn't he?" she asked.
Michiru blinked, surprised at being caught "Um, yeah, sure" she mumbled, blushing lightly.
Her eyes turned to the tall black haired man standing on the stage.
Seiya looked exactly the same. Maybe a little bit older. But he still looked like the perfect popular guy every girl would dream of. She had dreamed of him too. But looking at him now, she realized it had been only a teenage crush.
A stupid crush that bordered on obsession.
He was saying something to the crowd, his hand pointing at someone sitting next to the piano. But Michiru couldn't quite catch the words he was saying. Because the moment she saw that tall blonde person walking up to the stage and sitting next to the piano, the time simply stopped.
God he's ... perfect, she thought, staring at the pianist.
But then she took a better look, and noticed the feminine curves under the black t-shirt the blonde was wearing. And, honestly, what kind of men would wear a black t-shirt with a slit, coming form the neck line all the way down to the chest, showing off a cleavage? It wasn't much, but it was enough to show the white skin there, indicating there was definitively not a flat, masculine chest hiding in there.
But that was it. The rest of the blonde's outfit wasn't indicating any gender at all. Her somewhat loose light blue jeans were hanging low on her hips, a black belt kipping them in place. Black converse on her feet. Blonde, short hair falling into her eyes.
She's beautiful, was Michiru's last coherent thought. Because the moment the music started, she was trapped on the spell of that perfect, peaceful face, eyes closed, and those long fingers caressing the white and black keys, letting the music filled the room.