You guys have WAY too much faith in me. I thank you for that.
Chapter 2It wasn't her style, loving someone.
Hitomi pushed herself up on her elbow and stared down at the sleeping form beside her. Wednesdays were fun. Exciting, even. She smoothed the woman's eyebrows and trailed her fingers down her face. A goddess if there ever was one.
After placing a light kiss upon Miki's parted lips, Hitomi got out of the bed to check her cell phone's clock. 10:24 PM. She pulled the covers up to Miki's shoulders. It wouldn't be proper to allow her boss to get a cold.
From her briefcase, she extracted a plastic bag that held a small bar of soap. It was to her credit that Yoshizawa was a gentleman. There was no sense in alarming Miuna by coming home smelling like another woman. In the dark, she strode over to Miki's bathroom, expertly avoided chairs and desks along the way.
Stepping into the shower, Hitomi allowed her mind to wander.
It wasn't her style, loving someone. But on Wednesdays, she felt like she could.
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It hadn't been working for a while.
Miuna couldn't recall a single moment of clarity in their relationship anymore. Sharing a bed with Hitomi now felt like sleeping with a stranger. It was as if she'd voluntarily decided to shut Miuna out of her life, and that was that.
She heard the front door creak open, then shut with a soft click.
Now she's removing her shoes...setting down her briefcase...approaching the bedroom...Miuna could see, yet she couldn't, what was right before her eyes. She lay quiet under the covers, her eyes closed.
Now she's removing her coat...her tie...her slacks...The bed shifted as Yossie crawled under the sheets.
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"I'm back," she whispered, turning to face Miuna.
"Welcome home," replied Miuna, her wide eyes now open to look into the face of Hitomi.
Yossie always felt uncomfortable under her gaze. It was always so sad and expectant--akin to a lost puppy's.
Stop it. She leaned in.
Stop staring at me like that. Their lips met. Hitomi circled her bare arms around Miuna's warm body, pulling her closer.
Don't make me feel guilty! She deepened the kiss, parting the Miuna's lips with a sharp flick of the tongue. When Miuna's eyes finally closed, and Hitomi was able to hate her again.
However, Miuna pulled away.
"Hitomi..." Miuna's eyes were open again, and Yossie was instantly hit with that same guilty feeling. She could do nothing but stare at that sad, sweet face.
Love...she thought.
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Miuna studied her lover's face. She couldn't believe how much it mirrored her own feelings. Frustration. Despair. And...Guilt? But what about? Perhaps she was a bit cold lately, but Hitomi never did anything to hurt her.
She couldn't. It's not in her nature to hurt others. So why was she making excuses for her?
"I can't stand this anymore. Your...coldness. And then your sudden bursts of affection..." She felt her resolve weakening. But when she saw Hitomi's face relaxing, she continued. "Please! Tell me what I'm doing wrong." At this, Yoshizawa's face hardened again.
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"Don't you get it?" Hitomi seethed. "You..."
You did this! she wanted to yell, but couldn't. It sounded stupid when she thought about it; there was no way she'd blame another person for her actions. But it was as much her fault as it was Miuna's.
No, she couldn't leave Miuna. But she couldn't live with her either. Her guilt weighed heavily on her mind.
Don't let me hurt you. Please..."Please just tell me." Miuna pleaded. "I'll always love you. You know that. I'll try harder, whatever it is. Hitomi..." she paused, grasping her lover's face. "We can work this out." Yossie pulled away from her.
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Miuna always hated Wednesdays because it was then that Hitomi was coldest towards her.
To be continued.ARGH I can't write serious things!
And...I actually don't know much about Miuna. What I
DO know is that she plays futsal with Yocchan and is friends with Erika Miyoshi. WHAT HOLE HAVE I DUG MYSELF INTO?!
Err...Look, Miuna and Yocchan! ::Distracts you!::