Wet Interlude
"you're all wet." Michiru exclaimed as she opened the door. There is a raging downpour outside and it just so happens that I recklessly chose to use my motorbike without accounting for the weather.
"Come in." she said with a hint of incredulity in her voice as she scanned my appearance from head to foot, my face and clothes caked in mud and grease from my bike. It is as if she wasn't expecting any company especially me for that matter. Despite the cold I felt my cheeks go warm and I detested the feeling of being calculated or stared upon. Being an F1 racer with hordes of fans didn't make me used to people staring so hard, like the way Michiru is staring at me right now.
She rushed upstairs. I was left on the doorstep to ponder all the what-ifs running incoherently in my brain. I somehow hated her without knowing why. Left alone in her living room I was given the chance to pry on a bit of Michiru Kaioh's personal life. Kaioh- the Child Wonder, The Musical Prodigy, The Musical Genius, Muse of the Arts. I feel thwarted and intimidated somehow. The place was so neat and squeaky clean that I was afraid to move any further in fear of dirtying the immaculately clean carpet. I stared at the magnificent and lavish stairway that made her disappear from my sight. I stared at the numerous art works and paintings with their fancy frames splattered decadently all over the place. One painting struck me in a different way. It was a painting of the sea and sky, a picturesque painting of a beach, the immaculately clear sky looming above the serene sea. Figures were seen, deities I presume with their hands clasping each other. Their gaze revealed an almost cosmic desire and longing. The title was The Merging of the Sea and Sky.
She rushed back in site and pulled me from my reverie. She carried with her a bundle of white fluffy towels. She handed them to me and pointed to the plush sofa but I refused.
"You may go to the bathroom if you like..there are quite a selection of clothes you could change into." She said calmly as if it is an everyday occurrence that I crash in her home all wet and miserable.
Yet I am still grateful, cursing the heavens for this wet interlude, cursing the gods for making me so much tied to destiny. "Arigato, Kaioh- san." I muttered.
I entered her bathroom and reminded myself to thank her profusely later. I feel sore because of the road burn I received from falling from my motorbike.
I began to peel my Calvin Klein leather suit and said goodbye to it for it is in its final resting state, all torn, soiled and damp, soaking in my skin, delivering promises of pneumonia or other lung diseases. With my skin exposed, I noticed that aside from the road burn in my back, there is also an array of wounds, cuts and bruises on my arms and legs.
I feel restless as my thoughts began to drift once again to the owner of this house. It seemed as if fate was trying to seal me and Michiru together and I feel suffocated. Reluctantly becoming Senshi and accepting the Mission was an impulse I made and I am feeling regret and dread for choosing this path.
I do not heed the fact that she and I are incarnations of Uranus and Neptune from the past. We were born to be partners in war. All my memories of my past life were misery and death. Being what we are doesn't mean that we should be together. I know that Kaioh thinks that she is attracted to me. I am certain that it is simply because she feels that she is obliged to be Neptune once again.
But I feel that sometimes, I am the one contradicting myself. I am somehow attracted to her. Geeze. I have never ever given this much thought to anyone in particular. I have never so much as stared to anyone yet sometimes I find myself waking up at night, dreaming of amorous interludes..I am quite uncertain if it was from the past or simply a delusion. But it felt so real...
I stared at my own reflection. I was surprised to see my pale cheeks colored crimson. I cursed my fair complexion and my precapillary sphincters for betraying my feelings.
"Shimatta.." I muttered as I washed my face with cold water to make the warmness in my cheeks go away. I felt a slight cut on my forehead near my eyebrows.
Then I all of a sudden hear her soft violin playing in the background. The music that I so longed to hear yet I would die admitting to anyone. My soul and being felt relaxed and the knots on my shoulder muscles loosening as I faced the warm shower. The notes sang an intricate melody that was like a story..or so I thought that it does. It seemed sad and lonely...sounding searching and distant..longing. What am I thinking? I asked myself for my sudden mushiness.
The clothes on the dresser was not what I have expected. There was a white crisp shirt and khaki colored slacks. I didn't expect it from the closet of Ms. Perfect Lady. Is there a man living in this house..with her? I wondered and I unconsciously gritted my teeth. It makes me hate her even more. I began to dress and immediately tiptoed downstairs, finding a pair of soft slippers that was my size. Odd.. I was surprised to see her sitting calmly on the sofa, silently drinking tea.
"Come here and have a seat..I've prepared a warm drink for you." She said hopefully.
I graciously accepted the warm mug and began to take a sip. Its chamomile. "Arigato Gozaimasu." I thanked her and was starting to relax yet I still feel my wounds hurting a lot. I flinched and made a grimace. "Itai." I muttered as I lay my back, afraid that blood will stain the white shirt I borrowed from Mr. Man.
"Need not be formal...ara!!" she exclaimed. I was somehow caught offguard by her panicked shriek. "Nani desu ka, Kaioh-san?" I asked my heart thudding loudly in my chest..as if it would burst in an instant.
She ran upstairs without a word and returned minutes later with a box which appeared to be a medicine kit.
"You're hurt. Were you in an accident? "she asked with a hint of nervousness in her sophisticated voice. She asked worried as she pat the cotton dipped with antiseptic on my eyebrows. I felt body conscious..suddenly thinking of what my impression is on her.
"Hai. I am afraid."
"Gomen ne, Haruka-channn..." she whisphered. "..for not noticing earlier..." She held her other hand on my face gently as she surveyed for further wounds. I never expected her hands to be this soft and fragrant. There it is again. I cursed silently in my mind, my cheeks becoming warm. I hope that she doesn't notice.
She stared at me with those amazing cobalt blue eyes and her pink soft lips and before my mind could scold me, my body as if on an involuntary action, kissed her softly.
"Shimatta" I whisphered inaudibly as I turned my back at her, too ashamed at what I have done. "Gomen." I said as I began to shuffle for my shoes and avoiding her silent gaze. This is leading to nothing good. I felt an arm creep gently on my waist, encircling me. Her gorgeous head was intimately bent on my back. The room was almost dark from the downpour, the lights were low. I felt my wounds sting from sudden contact and I flinched.
"Is there a man here? Is he your lover?" I asked reluctantly, betraying my own unexplainable jealousy. forgetting the nasty wounds on my back.
"Ie..Ruka-channn....I love somebody..and I won't betray the one I love." She answered sofly.
"I know." I mumbled as I began to feel the wounds in my back.
"You do?" she asked almost sounding hopeful, her eyes wide and disbelieving. or somehow surprised..how could I tell...I don't have a degree in Behavioral Science.
"I must go now..." ,my voice almost inaudible..it turned out as a croak. "Why go then?" she asked in almost a faint wistful whisper as if she was disappointed..maybe relieved that I won't be bothering her and pushing her hospitality to its limits.
"Don't you understand? That is the reason why I am leaving..." I said. "..so that we could spare ourselves the hurt..so I won't hurt my feelings.." I added astounded by her clueless-ness. I faced her, my voice quivering.
"Why leave me if you don't want to hurt me then?" She asked beginning to sound angry.
"He may arrive soon." I said shocked that she doesn't even consider the possibility that her BOYFRIEND may mistake me for a guy and find us in this compromising manner.
"He?!There is no HE? What are you talking about?" she exclaimed.
"Oh..so now you're denying it? Do you think I am so stupid? What about the clothes on your closet?" I started..my temper almost reaching its boiling point.
"Those clothes are for YOU! Can't you see? The one that I was talking about is YOU!" she cried.
Now I am starting to get really clueless..confused rather. "Me?" "I love you, Tenoh Haruka!"
As her words started to sink in, I was speechless..I was mortified, I was embarrassed. Heck..I didn't know what to think or feel anymore. Then I felt a definite feeling..I felt genuinely elated for the first time of my life. Joy and sadness intertwined. Before I knew it, I was caught off guard, as my head is down, my eyes avoiding her gaze, my eyes began to well. A solitary tear began to fall down to the floor..as if in a slow motion I saw it fall, like a crystal shattering into pieces.
She held my hand and I followed unable to utter a word. We sat at her plush cream leather sofa and turned my face gently to meet her gaze. She kissed me..somehow uncertain..It seemed as if I didn't feel her that I kissed her back just to satiate the longing that I was feeling. It seemed like an eternity that I've felt this intoxicated. Experimentally I began to taste her lips. She welcomed me with the same passion and surprising intensity.
We went upstairs to her room. She began to unfasten her dress and with gestures suggested to remove mine. She was afraid yet determined to see if I would oblige. She was unsure, and insecure. I wanted to melt that feeling away. I want to prove to her that what she is thinking is wrong..and mine as well.
Then I woke up...I stared at the ceiling and concluded that it was only a convoluted dream, that I was playing with my thoughts, cursing myself for being excited with an illusion that would never be. Then I began to feel the pain in my back...the wound in my back and in my forehead in my dreams. The pain must be psychosomatic..I am being delusional.
Then there is a groan beside me. Then I realize upon hearing the groan that I am not staring at my own ceiling. This ceiling is blue with the painting of the midnight sky and stars in it and mine is white. Could it happen? Waking up in a dream and thinking that you had a dream? And I am naked, I feel the soft white sheet cradling my back. My comforter is checkered blue and yellow. This must be a dream.
Then I remember everything that happened last night. I feel her naked body curled up against mine. I smell her perfume. As I saw her sleepy eyes open, her wavy tendrils in disarray..I felt so happy...
I simply stared at her lovingly. Surveyed her perfect contour, her milky complexion, her beautiful blue eyes..I embraced her gently and inhaled her sweet scent.
Wannabee AUTHOR'S NOTES Finished for now..will be continued later...that is if I overcome my laziness and super tight sched.ciao! Reviews anyone??
"you're all wet." Michiru exclaimed as she opened the door. There is a raging downpour outside and it just so happens that I recklessly chose to use my motorbike without accounting for the weather.
"Come in." she said with a hint of incredulity in her voice as she scanned my appearance from head to foot, my face and clothes caked in mud and grease from my bike. It is as if she wasn't expecting any company especially me for that matter. Despite the cold I felt my cheeks go warm and I detested the feeling of being calculated or stared upon. Being an F1 racer with hordes of fans didn't make me used to people staring so hard, like the way Michiru is staring at me right now.
She rushed upstairs. I was left on the doorstep to ponder all the what-ifs running incoherently in my brain. I somehow hated her without knowing why. Left alone in her living room I was given the chance to pry on a bit of Michiru Kaioh's personal life. Kaioh- the Child Wonder, The Musical Prodigy, The Musical Genius, Muse of the Arts. I feel thwarted and intimidated somehow. The place was so neat and squeaky clean that I was afraid to move any further in fear of dirtying the immaculately clean carpet. I stared at the magnificent and lavish stairway that made her disappear from my sight. I stared at the numerous art works and paintings with their fancy frames splattered decadently all over the place. One painting struck me in a different way. It was a painting of the sea and sky, a picturesque painting of a beach, the immaculately clear sky looming above the serene sea. Figures were seen, deities I presume with their hands clasping each other. Their gaze revealed an almost cosmic desire and longing. The title was The Merging of the Sea and Sky.
She rushed back in site and pulled me from my reverie. She carried with her a bundle of white fluffy towels. She handed them to me and pointed to the plush sofa but I refused.
"You may go to the bathroom if you like..there are quite a selection of clothes you could change into." She said calmly as if it is an everyday occurrence that I crash in her home all wet and miserable.
Yet I am still grateful, cursing the heavens for this wet interlude, cursing the gods for making me so much tied to destiny. "Arigato, Kaioh- san." I muttered.
I entered her bathroom and reminded myself to thank her profusely later. I feel sore because of the road burn I received from falling from my motorbike.
I began to peel my Calvin Klein leather suit and said goodbye to it for it is in its final resting state, all torn, soiled and damp, soaking in my skin, delivering promises of pneumonia or other lung diseases. With my skin exposed, I noticed that aside from the road burn in my back, there is also an array of wounds, cuts and bruises on my arms and legs.
I feel restless as my thoughts began to drift once again to the owner of this house. It seemed as if fate was trying to seal me and Michiru together and I feel suffocated. Reluctantly becoming Senshi and accepting the Mission was an impulse I made and I am feeling regret and dread for choosing this path.
I do not heed the fact that she and I are incarnations of Uranus and Neptune from the past. We were born to be partners in war. All my memories of my past life were misery and death. Being what we are doesn't mean that we should be together. I know that Kaioh thinks that she is attracted to me. I am certain that it is simply because she feels that she is obliged to be Neptune once again.
But I feel that sometimes, I am the one contradicting myself. I am somehow attracted to her. Geeze. I have never ever given this much thought to anyone in particular. I have never so much as stared to anyone yet sometimes I find myself waking up at night, dreaming of amorous interludes..I am quite uncertain if it was from the past or simply a delusion. But it felt so real...
I stared at my own reflection. I was surprised to see my pale cheeks colored crimson. I cursed my fair complexion and my precapillary sphincters for betraying my feelings.
"Shimatta.." I muttered as I washed my face with cold water to make the warmness in my cheeks go away. I felt a slight cut on my forehead near my eyebrows.
Then I all of a sudden hear her soft violin playing in the background. The music that I so longed to hear yet I would die admitting to anyone. My soul and being felt relaxed and the knots on my shoulder muscles loosening as I faced the warm shower. The notes sang an intricate melody that was like a story..or so I thought that it does. It seemed sad and lonely...sounding searching and distant..longing. What am I thinking? I asked myself for my sudden mushiness.
The clothes on the dresser was not what I have expected. There was a white crisp shirt and khaki colored slacks. I didn't expect it from the closet of Ms. Perfect Lady. Is there a man living in this house..with her? I wondered and I unconsciously gritted my teeth. It makes me hate her even more. I began to dress and immediately tiptoed downstairs, finding a pair of soft slippers that was my size. Odd.. I was surprised to see her sitting calmly on the sofa, silently drinking tea.
"Come here and have a seat..I've prepared a warm drink for you." She said hopefully.
I graciously accepted the warm mug and began to take a sip. Its chamomile. "Arigato Gozaimasu." I thanked her and was starting to relax yet I still feel my wounds hurting a lot. I flinched and made a grimace. "Itai." I muttered as I lay my back, afraid that blood will stain the white shirt I borrowed from Mr. Man.
"Need not be formal...ara!!" she exclaimed. I was somehow caught offguard by her panicked shriek. "Nani desu ka, Kaioh-san?" I asked my heart thudding loudly in my chest..as if it would burst in an instant.
She ran upstairs without a word and returned minutes later with a box which appeared to be a medicine kit.
"You're hurt. Were you in an accident? "she asked with a hint of nervousness in her sophisticated voice. She asked worried as she pat the cotton dipped with antiseptic on my eyebrows. I felt body conscious..suddenly thinking of what my impression is on her.
"Hai. I am afraid."
"Gomen ne, Haruka-channn..." she whisphered. "..for not noticing earlier..." She held her other hand on my face gently as she surveyed for further wounds. I never expected her hands to be this soft and fragrant. There it is again. I cursed silently in my mind, my cheeks becoming warm. I hope that she doesn't notice.
She stared at me with those amazing cobalt blue eyes and her pink soft lips and before my mind could scold me, my body as if on an involuntary action, kissed her softly.
"Shimatta" I whisphered inaudibly as I turned my back at her, too ashamed at what I have done. "Gomen." I said as I began to shuffle for my shoes and avoiding her silent gaze. This is leading to nothing good. I felt an arm creep gently on my waist, encircling me. Her gorgeous head was intimately bent on my back. The room was almost dark from the downpour, the lights were low. I felt my wounds sting from sudden contact and I flinched.
"Is there a man here? Is he your lover?" I asked reluctantly, betraying my own unexplainable jealousy. forgetting the nasty wounds on my back.
"Ie..Ruka-channn....I love somebody..and I won't betray the one I love." She answered sofly.
"I know." I mumbled as I began to feel the wounds in my back.
"You do?" she asked almost sounding hopeful, her eyes wide and disbelieving. or somehow surprised..how could I tell...I don't have a degree in Behavioral Science.
"I must go now..." ,my voice almost inaudible..it turned out as a croak. "Why go then?" she asked in almost a faint wistful whisper as if she was disappointed..maybe relieved that I won't be bothering her and pushing her hospitality to its limits.
"Don't you understand? That is the reason why I am leaving..." I said. "..so that we could spare ourselves the hurt..so I won't hurt my feelings.." I added astounded by her clueless-ness. I faced her, my voice quivering.
"Why leave me if you don't want to hurt me then?" She asked beginning to sound angry.
"He may arrive soon." I said shocked that she doesn't even consider the possibility that her BOYFRIEND may mistake me for a guy and find us in this compromising manner.
"He?!There is no HE? What are you talking about?" she exclaimed.
"Oh..so now you're denying it? Do you think I am so stupid? What about the clothes on your closet?" I started..my temper almost reaching its boiling point.
"Those clothes are for YOU! Can't you see? The one that I was talking about is YOU!" she cried.
Now I am starting to get really clueless..confused rather. "Me?" "I love you, Tenoh Haruka!"
As her words started to sink in, I was speechless..I was mortified, I was embarrassed. Heck..I didn't know what to think or feel anymore. Then I felt a definite feeling..I felt genuinely elated for the first time of my life. Joy and sadness intertwined. Before I knew it, I was caught off guard, as my head is down, my eyes avoiding her gaze, my eyes began to well. A solitary tear began to fall down to the floor..as if in a slow motion I saw it fall, like a crystal shattering into pieces.
She held my hand and I followed unable to utter a word. We sat at her plush cream leather sofa and turned my face gently to meet her gaze. She kissed me..somehow uncertain..It seemed as if I didn't feel her that I kissed her back just to satiate the longing that I was feeling. It seemed like an eternity that I've felt this intoxicated. Experimentally I began to taste her lips. She welcomed me with the same passion and surprising intensity.
We went upstairs to her room. She began to unfasten her dress and with gestures suggested to remove mine. She was afraid yet determined to see if I would oblige. She was unsure, and insecure. I wanted to melt that feeling away. I want to prove to her that what she is thinking is wrong..and mine as well.
Then I woke up...I stared at the ceiling and concluded that it was only a convoluted dream, that I was playing with my thoughts, cursing myself for being excited with an illusion that would never be. Then I began to feel the pain in my back...the wound in my back and in my forehead in my dreams. The pain must be psychosomatic..I am being delusional.
Then there is a groan beside me. Then I realize upon hearing the groan that I am not staring at my own ceiling. This ceiling is blue with the painting of the midnight sky and stars in it and mine is white. Could it happen? Waking up in a dream and thinking that you had a dream? And I am naked, I feel the soft white sheet cradling my back. My comforter is checkered blue and yellow. This must be a dream.
Then I remember everything that happened last night. I feel her naked body curled up against mine. I smell her perfume. As I saw her sleepy eyes open, her wavy tendrils in disarray..I felt so happy...
I simply stared at her lovingly. Surveyed her perfect contour, her milky complexion, her beautiful blue eyes..I embraced her gently and inhaled her sweet scent.
Wannabee AUTHOR'S NOTES Finished for now..will be continued later...that is if I overcome my laziness and super tight sched.ciao! Reviews anyone??