Chapter Nine: Trouble Follows
Haruka's shift was finally over. She sighed in relief, as she stepped out the back door and into the dark alleyway.
"Wait, Haruka!" Michiru called out behind her, and the tall woman whirled around, trapping the art student between the door and herself. The music from the bar could still be heard through the closed door.
"What do you mean wait?" Haruka growled. She was furious but had held it in during the evening. Being nasty to the customers wouldn't have been good for business. "Somehow you ended up here at my job. On a night that I'm working no less. I want to know how you found out where I was. You didn't come here to hang out with friends, or pick up anyone. You sat there all night drinking one drink, those eyes of yours on me the entire time. So, just what are you doing following me around?"
At first Michiru's deep-sea blue eyes had gone wide, but as Haruka continued on, her expression returned to her all-too-knowing look which infuriated the blonde further. How could she just stand there so calmly? Especially when Haruka just wanted to wipe the smile off her face by kissing her senseless. That was the real reason Haruka why was so angry of course. She was not upset with Michiru but rather, at herself. The attraction she had felt from the very moment was growing stronger with each minute spent in the woman's company.
"You seem to have a fondness of doors and pushing me against them," Michiru said teasingly. The words sent Haruka backwards with a snarl.
Her breathing was erratic and Haruka knew if she spent any more time with Michiru it would be trouble. It would be too easy to lose control. Staring at the student's faintly curved lips in the non-existent lighting she wondered if they would taste as sweet as she remembered. Oh, how she longed to find out. But it would be such a stupid thing to do. So very, very, stupid.
"Why?" Her voice was hoarse when the single word escaped.
"Why what?" Was Michiru being coy? Is she playing with me?
"Don't play dumb. Why did you come here? Why are you so determined to-," she paused, hesitant to continue.
"To?" Michiru asked as she stepped closer and Haruka could feel a shudder building inside of her. It was so strong. Never had she been so fiercely attracted to someone. Michiru had stopped in front of her with mere inches between them. A light wind blew through the alleyway and stirred the art student's teal locks. A whiff of cucumber melon reached Haruka's nostrils along with the hint of a ocean breeze. The music was still playing, Tigerlily by La Roux she noticed absentmindedly as she reached out to caress the sides of Michiru's face.
"I can see you burning with desire for a kiss
Psychobabble all upon your lips"
Her eyes were drawn back to Michiru's slightly parted lips. Kiss me if you dare, they seemed to say. She breathed deeply, inhaling a mixture of a subtle perfume and a scent of the sea that was all Michiru. The student's hands rose and grasped Haruka's, her thumbs lightly grazing the soft skin of the blonde's inner wrists.
Michiru's eyes were already closed when Haruka began to lower her head.
"Well, well. If it isn't dyke Tenoh and her princess."
Haruka's head whipped up and to the left at the familiar voice. She could feel Michiru stiffen in her arms.
"Oh? Did we interrupt the lovers? Sooo sorry," the sneering voice came from their right this time, followed by the sound of laughter. There was a meanness in the voices, Haruka realized. They had been drinking. The last time she had met them, it had been daytime and they had been sober enough to know not to mess with her. They didn't like her, but they knew better than to goad her. But of course all reasoning had gone out the door the moment they ingested their bottled courage.
She leaned close to the art student and whispered, "Michiru, when I let you go, run towards the left. Just go as fast as you can."
"No! Haru-"
"Now!"
Michiru had not finished speaking when Haruka broke away from her and lunged to the left, her right fist cocked over her shoulder before she let it fly straight into middle of the thug's face. There was a sickening crunch as she felt his nose give way under her knuckles before he stumbled backwards, his hands automatically going to his bleeding nose.
"You bish!"
A streak of teal hair passed her and Haruka was satisfied to see Michiru had listened to her instructions. She spun around quickly to face the other two who came after her. Her right leg came up, fast and tight, striking the one to her right in his solar plexus quickly while she blocked the punched aimed at her head from the thug on her left. He renewed his attack striking at her mid-section instead but she backed away out of his range. The man who had received the kick to his abdomen rolled on the ground clutching his stomach. This one, taller than the other two did not seem as inebriated as his friends.
He stepped closer, shrinking the distance she had increased. His leg rose, but she blocked it, made to grab his ankle in order to throw him off balance but it didn't work. He slipped out of her grip, his fist heading straight into her face but stopped within two inches of her. His eyes rolled back into his head before he crumpled to the ground. Michiru stared at Haruka, the two-foot length of pipe still raised in the air.
"You really didn't think I'd leave you here alone, did you?" The art student asked, as she lowered her "weapon."
Haruka stared at her, too surprised to answer.
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