The Date

Michiru stared.
Haruka stared.
"What are you staring at?"
"You."
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to stay with you," Zoisite said, putting her grocery backs down on the floor. A cd fell out of one, and a can of corn from the other.
"Why?" Haruka asked.
"I've nowhere else to go. My parents don't live in Tokyo."
"What about your apartment?" Michiru asked.
"Well, here's the thing," Zoisite said sitting on the sofa. Haruka and Michiru looked at each other dumbly. They had opened the door on this natural phenomenon five minutes before. She had breezed in and... They weren't entirely sure how the whole thing had happened.
"Yes?" Haruka asked.
"I got home and my stuff was all over the hall. And not even all of it, either. The stuff of mine Set liked wasn't there. Like my dark green velvet dress," she bit a nail. "She kicked me out, basically."
"Why?" Haruka and Michiru chorused in unison.
"I dunno," she shrugged. "But I intend to find out."
"What does that mean?" Haruka asked.
"Basically, Setsuna'll come by to cry on Michiru's shoulder, and I'm going to be here for it."
"Excuse us," Haruka said, grabbing Michiru's arm. She pulled the green haired girl into the kitchen.
"Whoah!"
"Michi, we can't let her stay here! Setsuna might not come, or she might not come for days!!!!"
"I know," Michiru looked thoughtful.
"Invite Setsuna over! I don't want her here overnight," Haruka said darkly.
"Why? Don't want any eavesdroppers?" Michiru asked suggestively, running a finger over Haruka's arm.
"Uh, yeah," Haruka murmured, enjoying the sensation of Michiru's touch.
"Don't worry-- neither do I." Michiru sighed, hugging her.
I love the way you smell, Haruka thought, holding her close. She buried her face in the fragrant green hair, and sighed in contentment.
"Don't mean to break up a happy moment," Zoisite said, walking into the kitchen. "But I'm hungry. I won't eat your food, don't worry," Zoisite said.
Michiru dug her fingernails into Haruka's back. Haruka hissed in pain, and Michiru murmured an apology.
"She can't stay," Haruka said softly.
"I agree," Michiru nodded. "She has to go."
"Or I'm going to go nuts."

Michiru left the apartment quietly, not bothering with an excuse. Haruka left with her excuse of having to work.
Zoisite had been there for three days now. "I now know why Setsuna wanted her gone," she murmured to herself.
Zoisite was hard to live with. She spent a very long time in the bathroom in the morning. Haruka and Michiru had had to leave to go to the bathroom at SCHOOL.
She also used Haruka's loved video game system, claiming guest rights, and had watched Michiru paint, giving her pointers. When Zoisite had gotten a speck of paint on her finger, she had launched into a tirade about messiness and dirt, and told Michiru to pack up her paints until Zoisite was gone. Michiru packed them up, and was now out of the apartment. She shrugged, and tapped on the next door.
Yaten peeked out the door. "Michi!" He cried, opening the door. "Come in!"
Yaten's long hair was loose, and slightly damp. He only wore a pair of swim trunks. He was obviously male.
"Why did I believe you when you told me you were female?"
"Cause I'm pretty?"
"Pretty Yaten," Michiru smiled at him.
"I told the others to make sure to go along with it. That's why Taiki told Haruka he had two female roommates," Yaten smiled devilishly. "So, what brings you here for the... first time!"
"Zoisite," Michiru said flatly.
"I'm wounded, I'm an excuse to get out," Yaten said flatly.
"Nah, I didn't make an excuse. I just left without telling him. I could have gone swimming," she smiled.
"Ok, then. Would you like a chocolate cookie?"
"You like chocolate, hmm?"
"Love it," Yaten smiled. "I might have some caviar, though."
"You like caviar?"
"Oh, yeah. Chocolate might be the best sweet, but caviar is the best. I'm a socialite."
"Really?" Michiru looked thoughtful. "Maybe you could help me, then. My mom has a party planned that I have to go to, but Haruka has to work during it. I'm not taking Zoisite. Would you like to come with me? I'm supposed to have a date."
"I dunno. I don't like little parties. They're so stupid and crass," Yaten said in his regular fashion.
"Why don't you come anyway," Michiru said, eyes narrowing. The gleam in her eye, however, was all mischief.
"I don't want to."
"You don't want to go on a date with me?" Michiru asked, looking wounded. "I'm hurt," she added, leaning closer to him.
"Uh..." he scratched his head.
"DEEPLY hurt," Michiru leaned close enough for her breast to brush against his arm.
"Um..." he said, looking down.
"Yaten, you're going to come to my mother's party with me, aren't you?" Michiru asked softly in his ear. She put her hand on his arm, and stepped very close to him."
"What'll you give me if I do?" He asked, looking her in the eye.
Her marine eyes looked back into his incredible green eyes. "What do you want?" She murmured.
"You."
"Me?" She stepped back in mock horror, putting both hands to her mouth.
"I want to make love to you, Michiru. If you let me, I'll go on this... party date... with you," he said, making the party sound like a sewer, his upper lip curling slightly in distaste.
"You make my mother's party sound crude. I'm not a prostitute, Yaten."
"You're a flirt and a tease."
"Haruka's taught me well. I'll make up my mind... after the party."
"AFTER!?"
"Yes. You're going to have the privilege of taking me to the party, tonight."
"Tonight?"
"Yes. In fact, I'd better go and get ready. Wear something nice, pretty Yaten," she leaned forward and lightly kissed his lips. He reached for her as she danced away. "You have an hour, pretty boy!"
She went back into the apartment, not quite happy about the encounter. He was starting to get sure of himself. He must have already figured out that I'm attracted to him, she thought to herself. Maybe about the time I kissed him that first time when they first got here. But does he know I want him? If he does, she thought, rummaging for her special dress bag, then he won't be as fun to maneuver. Man, Michi, you're a real bitch sometimes, she giggled. "ut he's so much fun to play with. Where's my dress?"
The dress bag was opened and empty.
"Zoisite."
She stomped to the guest room, and walked in without knocking. Zoisite was wearing the beautiful silk dress. "Get out of that," Michiru said coldly.
"Huh? Excuse me? Since when do you not knock?"
"GET OUT OF THAT DRESS!!!!! NOW!!!!" Michiru shouted angrily. "You have no right to go through my closet and try ANY of my clothes on. Do you get that? You come waltzing into our apartment, messing up our time together, taking our things, messing up MY job, and now... this is too much! Get out of the dress."
"Why? You weren't using it."
"I need it now! GET OUT OF MY DRESS!!!" Michiru screamed shrilly.
"You're using it now, when I'm trying it on?" Zoisite asked.
"Zoisite," Michiru said very quietly. "That dress is an original. It cost more money then your measly life is worth. It is for a very important party my mother is having tonight, where she is launching the career of the dressmaker. I'm modeling it. If it is stretched in anyway, I will have your hide. I can see why Setsuna threw you out. You have no regard for anyone's property, or feelings!"
"That's cruel."
"You're not making yourself popular here, Zoisite. This is getting ridiculous. How many times do I have to tell you to get out of that dress?"
"What if I don't want to?" Zoisite said nastily. "I don't like the things you just said to me."
Michiru closed her eyes and began to count backwards. From one million. She finally opened her eyes, looking calm. Zoisite was looking in the mirror, with a satisfied look on her face. Michiru went over and unzipped the dress.
"HEY!"
"If you don't voluntarily take that dress off, now, I will take it off you, and then put you out on the street, naked."
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Try me."
The tone of Michiru's voice convinced her, and she pulled off the dress.
"If this is damaged in ANY way, you'll be paying for this dress, Zoisite."
"Is that any way to talk to a guest?" Zoisite snapped, pulling on her own clothes.
"You are not a guest here!!" Michiru shouted. "You barged in on our lives without asking! You've taken our freedom! You make us miserable! I can't paint, and I sell my paintings for food and rent! I can't play violin because you don't want to hear the screechy noise! I can't greet Haruka the way I want to. I can't make love with her! You're an utter bitch, and you're leaving tomorrow!" Michiru yelled, tears staining her cheeks.
"Am I really that bad?" Zoisite asked quietly.
"Yes! You're mean, rude and impossible. Yaten's easier to get along with! He might be a snob, and look down his nose at everybody, and is soooo totally tactless it's not even funny, but he respects people's belongings, and doesn't make me miserable!"
"I'll leave tomorrow," Zoisite said.
"Good!" Michiru stomped to her room. She zipped up the dress and adjusted it. It seemed to fit fine. She went into the bathroom, and washed her face. She sat on the edge of the tub for about ten minutes until she calmed down. She didn't regret it. Zoisite had to go. She was a terrible disruptive influence, and Yaten was a nicer person! Hitler was a nicer person!!!
She wondered if Yaten was ready yet.

Michiru knocked on the door, and Yaten opened it. He was wearing very tight, ripped jeans, a t-shirt, leather jacket, and sunglasses. "Good grief!" She exclaimed.
"Good enough?"
Michiru looked down at her long cloak, hiding the exquisite dress. She blinked. Her hair was up, in place with mother of pearl combs, and she wore her new pearls.
She sighed. She pushed him back into his apartment. "I guess I knew this would happen, or I would have given you an hour an a half. Our drive will be here in a half hour. Let's get you fixed."
"Fixed? It's only a silly party."
"You're silly," She shook her head and smiled at him. Where's your bedroom."
"Payment in advance?" He asked, leading her to his room.
"Black eye?"
"Oh."
Michiru opened his closet and looked through it, finally pulling out a tuxedo with a short jacket and a vest that was a complementary colour to the dress she wore. "Put on that."
"This?"
"Yes, this," Michiru told him. "And hurry."
He shrugged, and peeled off the jeans, and other clothes. He slipped into the beautiful Italian suit with practiced ease, and then fixed his hair, combing out the spikes that he had teased in it.
Michiru stepped back and looked at the finished product. "You look beautiful," she said softly, adjusting his tie a touch.
"You're taller than me. I'm disgraced."
"No one will look at you but me."
"What? Are you crazy? They HAVE to!"
"You nut," Michiru smiled softly. "Thank you, Yaten."
"For what?" He looked startled.
"Being a friend. A loudmouthed obnoxious rude jerk, but a friend. Thank you for going to this party with me. I really didn't want to go alone. Haruka got called in unexpectedly. Too bad, cause she looked good in her tux. But you look good, too." She hugged him.
"You're welcome," he said cautiously.
"I'm not ribbing you," she smiled. "We better go."
"Ok," he shrugged, putting on a matching overcoat. He held out his arm.
"Thank you," she smiled, taking it.
They went out into the livingroom, where Taiki and Seiya were sitting. They looked up.
"Thought you were gone," Seiya said.
"I had to change," Yaten said, looking a touch bewildered.
"I'd say," Taiki smiled. "Have fun. Michiru, please don't let the sharks get him."
"I'll do my best. But if he doesn't behave, I won't be able to save him," Michiru smiled.
"See you later guys," Yaten said.
"Have fu-un!" They sang.
The two walked downstairs quietly. Michiru looked over at Yaten, wanting to see his expression. Sure enough, his eyes widened with shock, and his mouth hung slack.
"Trying to catch flies?" Michiru said sweetly. His jaw snapped shut.
"That's a limousine!"
"Yes, it is! I wonder what it's here for?" She asked.
"Mistress Michiru, good evening," the chauffeur said, opening the limo's back door.
"Why I think it's for us! Thank you," she nodded, getting in.
Yaten slid in beside her, and looked around in wonder. The interior had a phone, a television, vcr, and a small refrigerator.
"Would you like a glass of champagne?" Michiru asked, pulling out a bottle. "It's a 20 minute drive."
"Uh, Ok." Yaten said.
Michiru popped the cork of the small bottle, and poured two glasses. She was glad her father had put the bottle there for her. She might have felt dumb offering him apple juice. She loved the look of utter surprise on Yaten's face.
"What's wrong? Haven't you even driven in a car before?" She asked, making it sound even more boring than it already was.
"Not this nice."
"This is boring," she said, sounding blase. "I've been driven to school in this thing all my life. Only since high school have I not been. And even then, I was a couple times."
"Michiru, what kind of party are we going to?" He looked suspicious.
She sipped her champagne expertly. "You'll see," she smiled, and winked.

The look on his face as they drove up the long driveway was classic. It was better when he saw the house.
The chauffeur opened the door of the car, and Yaten got out. Michiru followed, and carefully took the empty glass from his hand, and put it back into the car.
"Hmm? Oh. Sorry," he said.
"No prob," she smiled. "This way," she led him to the door. "Please, be on your best behaviour, Yaten. I'm trusting you. You say you're a socialite? Prove it. Try and keep up with me," she said quietly.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Kaiou Michiru. My father owns Kaiou Motors, and Kaiou Industries. My mother owns Kaiou Textiles, a few hotels, etcetera."
"This isn't just a stupid party?"
"No, Yaten. This is the launching party of a new designer." Michiru walked into the house with Yaten. She took off the jacket, and left it with the coat check. He did the same.
"Michiru... you look beautiful," he said, looking at her. "That dress is fabulous."
"Thank you," she smiled at him, and took his arm. "I wore low heels just for you, lovey."
"Thank you. The party sounds like it's going strong."
"It is. We're fashionably late."
"Michiru, darling!"
"Mother!" Michiru smiled.
"Good. I'm glad you got here. Is this Haruka?"
"No, mother. Haruka had to work tonight. This is my very good friend, Yaten Kou. He's escorting me tonight."
"I'm pleased to meet you."
"I'm delighted to make your acquaintance, my lady. I can see where Michiru gets her great beauty," he kissed her hand.
"Why, thank you," she said graciously. "He's a looker, Michiru," she whispered to her daughter.
"I know," Michiru whispered back.
"I'll go tell the band to play a quick intro for you."
"Thanks," Michiru said.
"What's going on?" Yaten asked.
"That was great, Yaten. Keep it up like that, and everything will be fine, she carefully hugged him. "I'm wearing one of the designer's dresses. I'm a showpiece."
"Wow," he said. "Ok, then." He looked her up and down, and adjusted a couple things. "Perfect."
"Not too bad yourself," she grinned.
"I meant the dress."
"Watch it buster."

"That was fun," Yaten laughed, getting into the limo. "Home James!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. You like that sort of thing, I can tell. Everyone was charmed by you."
"I'm a natural."
"Yes, your kind of people gravitate together easily."
"You're not a natural socialite."
"You can tell?"
"I wouldn't have been able to tell by the way you conducted yourself in there," he said seriously. "You have it to a science."
"Sixteen years of practice," she nodded. "I like being with people, though. And I am a bit... a lot of a snob. No, I might not be a natural, but I've evolved into a socialite. But I can also be happy as an individual."
"You played beautifully."
"Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Yaten."
"I miss the pretty part," he said, shuffling closer to her.
"I think it would have sounded strange for me to call you that tonight."
"Especially since you were the most beautiful one in the room," he added, quietly.
"Thank you!" She exclaimed, surprised.
"You're welcome," he smiled, sliding a hand up her arm.
"You smell like wine."
"So do you."
"I guess so. I had a couple glasses."
"Have you made up your mind?"
Michiru knew what he was talking about. "Not yet. But your performance tonight has tipped the balance a smidgen."
"Just a smidgen? Little smidgen, or a big one?"
"If I told you that, there wouldn't be any fun, hmm?"
"Are you having fun, teasing me?"
"Are you having fun, being teased?"
"Yes," he chuckled.
"Good. So am I."
"But I am getting tired of it," he added, leaning over and kissing her.
She blinked in surprise a moment, and then relaxed. She slipped her arms around him, and kissed him back.
He pulled her into his lap, wrapping an arm around her. His free hand slid down over her breast and squeezed gently. She sighed softly, arching her back.
His tongue slipped into her mouth, and she tasted apples and expensive wine. His hand slipped under her dress and into her bra, then played with her nipple as he cupped her breast. His other hand disappeared under her skirt, and she could feel his warm hand along her thigh, caressing softly. Her skin began to tingle all over, and she shivered slightly in pleasure.
His lips traveled down her throat, and he lightly nipped at the base of her neck.
"Yaten," she murmured, "we can't..."
"Why?" He asked, voice muffled. "I want to. You want to." He unzipped the back of here dress, and brought part of it down over her shoulder. He continued to kiss over her shoulder, and then moved to the swell of her breast.
"We... have to stop," she breathed. She felt his hand slide to her hot, moist place that was now throbbing with desire. He lightly slid his hand over the fabric of her panties. "I promised Haruka-"
"You promised Haruka," he snapped bitterly. "You do her justice. You promise her, but did she promise you? Do you know she slept with Taiki while you were still in the hospital? You do her too much service." He continued to touch her, in earnest this time. She felt his fingers slide under her panties, and the touch of his warm hand on her delicate part was a delightful shock. He pulled half her bra down, and covered her nipple with his mouth. He began to suck on it, sending thrill down her spine.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, leaning into him. "No... I know she... oh... slept with Taiki. I gave her my... mmmmblessing. She made me promise... to... to wait until... I promised she could be there!" She finally got out.
He stopped. "You promised she could be there?"
"Yessss... We have... we're kinky, Yaten. She wants to see me with you. I want to be with you. But we have to wait," Michiru said as they pulled up to the apartment complex.
"Then let's go up now," he said, opening the door of the limo, and getting out.
"Wait!" She cried, pulling her bra back on, and pulling her dress up. "We can't tonight."
"Why?"
"Zoisite's there," she said flatly. "I'll tell you when." She turned to the limo driver. "Thank you, that will be all."
"Very good, ma'am."
Yaten walked into the apartment building and up the stairs in silence, his hands in his pockets. Michiru held her dress up, and glanced over at him.
"Are you mad at me?" She asked as they got to her door.
"How could I be mad at you?" He asked. "I... At least you're being honest with me. Michiru," he whispered. He turned to her, and kissed her, one hand on her back, the other running through her hair. He pushed her against the wall, pressing against her.
She closed her eyes, her hands against his chest. She grasped the cloth of his shirt, and unbuttoned it enough to slide her hands inside. One of her legs slipped between his, and pressed against the bulge in his pants. He moaned, kissing her harder.
She pulled his shirt out of his pants, and slid her hands over his smooth back, enjoying the feel of his lean, flat body against hers. He wasn't soft like Haruka.
"It's not fair," she murmured. "I'm a total slut."
"Don't say that!" He cried.
"I'm not being derogatory," she tilted her head back as he kissed over her neck. "I'm an animal when it comes to sex. I love it, and often. I'm so horny. Haruka and I haven't had sex for days cause of that bitch Zoisite."
"Mmm. I want you," he moaned.
"I want you too," she whispered. "If it wasn't for Zoisite, we'd be in the bed right now."
"Don't tease," he groaned. He kissed her again.
"Michi?"
"Haruka!" Michiru looked over, where Haruka was standing in their doorway.
"Are you coming in?"
Yaten pulled away from Michiru as fast as he could. "Uh- g'night, Michiru. Thanks for the party," he said quickly, turning to his door.
"Good night Yaten," Haruka called. "See you soon."
"Haruka, you're incorrigible," Michiru said, going into the apartment.
Michiru looked at her. She was so neat, comparatively. Her pjs were straight, her hair was as neat as it ever got. Michiru's dress was falling down, her bra strap similarly. Her once neat hair was spilling in every direction. Her jacket was trailing on the ground, as she dragged it behind her. She was breathing hard, and felt flushed. She stepped forward and began to unbutton Haruka's shirt.
"Michiru!"
"I need you," Michiru pleaded.
"What about Yaten."
"I want Yaten. I NEED you. I love you, I want you, I need you. So bad."
"You're drunk!"
"A touch," she smiled, beginning to kiss over Haruka's breasts.
"But what about Zoisite."
"Fuck her."
"No thank you."
"Haruka! Ignore her. I don't care if the emperor hears us. I want to make love with you."
"I'm not arguing. Come on, babe," Haruka grinned, and they went to their room.

"Hi, Set!" Michiru said as she swung the door open. "Come in!!" She pulled her in.
"Whoa! Michiru, what's going on?!"
"I'm happy to see you, is all," Michiru grinned happily. "How's it going?"
"I threw Zoisite out."
"Oh, did you?"
"Yes," she said miserably. "I couldn't take it anymore. I was just a little blip in her universe. She doesn't care about me, just herself. I couldn't take it anymore, Michi."
"That's not true."
"Zoisite!" Setsuna cried in shock, looking up to see the caramel haired girl standing in the kitchen doorway.
"I care deeply for you, Setsuna. I just wasn't helping you make any compromises. You did all the give, I did all the take. I'm sorry," Zoisite hung her head. "Watching how Haruka and Michiru live was a shock. They always get along, and they don't expect things from each other that shouldn't happen in the first place. Basically, Haruka doesn't treat Michiru like a slave, or vice versa. They treat each other like the most wonderful treasure in the world. I should have treated you like that. I hope that you can forgive me."
We don't always get along," Michiru muttered under her breath. "We were just united against you."
"Zoisite, you just don't get it. That's not all I want from you. It's nice to have compromises. That would be wonderful. But I want your love and respect."
"I do! I love you so much, Setsuna! I hate living away from you. I like to wake in the morning and see your beautiful face! And I respect you. I just never show it. You're so intelligent and poised... I just can't compete."
"Don't try. We're two different people, Zoisite."
"Please, I beg of you," Zoisite got down on her knees. "Give me another chance. I won't let you down. I promise. I love you with all my heart. If you won't give me another chance, I won't be able to love you anymore, because my heart will be broken."
"Zoi," Setsuna murmured.
"Please," Zoisite laid her head in Setsuna's lap. "Please."
"You have to promise to let me use the bathroom first in the morning."
"Until the day we die, 88 years from today."
"You'll leave notes when you go out? You'll remember to do the errands I ask you to do? You won't borrow my clothes without asking?"
"Everything. Anything."
"Alright. I'll give you another chance. I've actually missed you. I love you."
"I love you as well," she hugged Setsuna's knees. "I'm all ready to go. Thank you for your hospitality. I'll get my stuff," Zoisite said, leaving the room.
"Should I ask?"
"She just showed up one day. Long story. I'll tell you later. Take her home and be merry!" Michiru pulled Setsuna to the door. "Call me soon!" She said, opening the door and ushered her out. Zoisite came out with her bags a moment later and grinned at the speed at which Michiru was throwing them out. "Maybe we could stay for dinner?"
Michiru pushed her out the door. "Good bye!" she sang merrily, slamming the door, and locking it.
"What did you do to them?" She heard Setsuna say.
"Oh, Haruka!" Michiru ran, not listening for the answer.

--by Michiru