Title: New Tenant
Author: Umi Kane
E-mail: ecchimichiru@yahoo.com
Rating: Pg-13
--Chapter Five--
Haruka leaned against her car, wearing almost a white button-up dress shirt and a pair of black slacks. She ran her fingers through her hair, waiting for Michiru. She could barely hide her nervousness. For the past few nights, all Haruka could think about was Michiru. She could barely sleep. Haruka's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door closing. Haruka looked up to see Setsuna coming outside. Setsuna's ruby red eyes blinked at the sight of Haruka just standing there.
"Good morning, Haruka-san. What are you doing out here?"
"Waiting for Michiru-san. We're going somewhere but I don't know where. She seemed pretty excited about it."
Setsuna smiled softly, hearing the two were going out. The one thing she wanted more than anything was to have the three of them get along.
"I'm glad to see you two are getting along. What do you think of Michi-chan?"
Before Haruka thought twice, her words escaped her lips.
"She's amazing, Setsuna-san. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And her violin... Hearing her play is like hearing mermaids sing. She's something else... The way her hair bounces against her cheeks when she shakes her head makes my heart skip a beat... Eh?! I didn't mean to say all that..."
Setsuna giggled softly and smiled, placing a hand on Haruka's shoulder.
"So you like her that much? You have a better chance than you think, Haruka-san. You're just her type."
With that Setsuna said farewell and left on business. Haruka stood there, embarrassed she had said all that. It was all true though. The more she was around Michiru, the more she liked her. Haruka's thoughts ran wild.
Am I really her type? That means... She's a lesbian too! Well I stand a better chance knowing that. Setsuna-san seems to know her well. If I'm Michiru-san's type then maybe... Maybe she'd go out with me... I'll wait and see how things go. I don't want to rush things even if I am her type. I'd wait forever for her...
Haruka's thoughts were interrupted once more by the sound of a door closing. She looked up to see Michiru quickly walking down the stairs. Haruka admired how her sea green hair bounced against her cheeks as she walked down the stairs. Haruka loved that and she couldn't understand why. Haruka smiled softly as Michiru reached the bottom of the stairs and walked toward her. She was wearing a red and pink dress, with white sleeves. She was beautiful...