[Mars] Healing
Title: Healing
Fandom:
Mars Characters: Harumi / Tatsuya
Rating: PG
Credits: Mars Characters are © of talented Souryu Fuyumi. Sexual Healing by Marvin Gaye is (album Midnight Love ).
Note: Kira and Rei know almost everything, but Harumi and Tatsuya? In volume 5 the Soury puts them together, cut short when and how. This is my personal vision of how and when the two found themselves outsiders for excellence, stuck somewhere in that volume 5, more or at the half. If desired, can be a songfic.
The idea started by Harumi, Tatsuya because he was always more in the background, less direct approaches.
"Let's take a stroll downtown tonight?" He sat up on his desk and he squared up and down, slightly bored.
"Eh?"
"Yes, come on! They have opened a new restaurant, the Treasure. I was told that playing the Purple Rain ... "He looked at her
air of compassion, the kind you're still behind these bullshit posts jocks and band idol, but his grin was canceled by the enthusiasm of her disarming as usual. A Tatsuya was reminded of the afternoon a few weeks ago when they went out together after class and ended up in a fast-food restaurants, to drown their sorrows of love in a chocolate milkshake taste sugary and very sad, that the was left in my mouth for a long time. And now Harumi invited him to Treasure, the latest in the premises. A place where a beer costs as much as a full meal in a kiosk near the station ... something to think about, if you like.
However, it was pulled up from the bench and he said yes and grabbed the shoulder strap.
"I put myself in the shot?"
"Idiot, go so well," was his reply. A
Tatsuya had loved the way he had spoken, half way between the ironic and angry. One day, in the hallway, he told her she was pretty more than anything to pull her spirits up. Leaving the courtroom had thought that it was actually really nice, but when the magazine was out in the club that evening, with a short dress and jacket on shoulders, looked around and scan the crowd looking for his face had changed his mind.
Harumi was not pretty. It was not even pretty. Rude and aggressive, sweet and fragile, impulsive and bizarre, stood out clear in the background, no half measures.
Harumi was light. That was the right word for her.
Inside the music and the lights were dimmed, and the few people around them who turned out seemed to be fired since the last parade of Kenzo and Calvin Klein. It was still early enough and had found a place in a soft couch and close to the point that when they first sat down, had been sinking as the whipped cream. Sofas tactical, are meant to embarrass or to create the right atmosphere, depending on the level of confidence. In the case of Tatsuya, but also in Harumi, was definitely the first to take over. It was a fact that their first release had McDonald's as a setting in practice had only spoken to Rei and Kira.
to dissolve the tension Tatsuya had reached out to the menu leaning lazily on the table, and nearly had fainted. Harumi had peeked over the paper from his arm and threw a little cry, then he leaned his forehead on his shoulder, disconsolate.
"What do you like?" He asked.
"A coffee. I think it is the only thing I can deal with here. "
" I feel so stupid ... Look, why do not we go? "
" You're not stupid! And then, when we set foot in the recapitalization of Treasure? "He had winked, she began to giggle and then he lifted up with difficulty, because that damn couch was really tricky, a unique model ; quicksand, "and began to pull him by the arm. Crazy stuff, Tatsuya had thought, was worse than going out with Rei ... I was in the shape of rowdy beggars. She tried to free himself but without believing it too, Harumi did not seem the least willing to let go and so had decided to stand up, but one item had stopped instantly.
"The gentlemen wish?"
They were put back down, suppressing a groan at the word "gentlemen" and then Tatsuya had looked up toward the voice and for the second time within thirty seconds had risked fainting. The waitress was clearly Japanese, but her hair was dark purple and green eyes. Above all, it was sheathed in a very short full black leather, with laces and studs everywhere.
"The gentlemen wish?" He asked again. He spoke in a languid, drawling voice, studiously low.
"Coffee for two."
The girl nodded and was walking away with a languid as his voice. The laces were woven on the bare back and the effect was that of a plane that has just passed the Sound Barrier: jarring.
"I have always made me laugh in cartoons when the star falls on the jaw ..." Harumi had supported the tip of the index under the chin of Tatsuya and raised up, how to return a human mouth.
"But you saw her?" He stammered the boy. "Shit ... it was ... panic!"
Regardless of his apparent confusion, or perhaps because of teasing again, Harumi was launched in the detailed description of the alleged sexual abilities of the girl, who do you think were largely confirmed by the look , and concluded that in a sense envy.
"The envy? And why? We feel, this interests me ... 'A little embarrassed him, his ease, as we know that she was embarrassed and Kashin part of those sexual skills had certainly found a way to be experienced.
"Because it is very beautiful, of course, and because magnetic eyes of all the dead of hand in here and yet remains impassive, as if he were above such things. It has a certain class, even in that dress. "
On those words the waitress came back with a tray on the table and left two tiny cups, forcing them to stop talking.
"Thank you for the dead of hand," he grumbled when he had Tatsuya gone.
"Please," she replied with a smile Harumi. "Kampai!"
"Kampai!" He replied Tatsuya, making the cup clash against her.
They drank their coffee miserable filled up with pretzels, Harumi who had stolen from the next table just because those at least were free, although the combination was creepy, and had pretended to enjoy one of the bartenders turning out fabulous daiquiri repeatedly. Eventually she had shelled out an exaggerated figure for the spit of coffee ("It was I who invited!" insisted) and were left in a hurry, fearing that the waitress was aware of S & M look, pretzels and ran after them to make them pay. Tatsuya had slipped out of his hands in his pockets and had observed Harumi. His expression was knocked down and really put the purse in the shoulder, and he was laughed out loud and had his arm around her, pulling her toward him.
"I'm sorry you're not able to see Purple Rain! Come on, I offer you something serious to eat ... "
" What makes me even then shit, the Purple, "was his comment, and once again was like Tatsuya crazy how they had said, blowing out into laughter.
Wandering through the center had ended up in a bar with tables and square stools, this well within their reach, and were made to sit near the entrance. They had asked a waiter in uniform and anonymous, without a shadow of laces two slices of pizza each and a Kirin, and discovered that both liked most of Yebisu. Next to them a record store, open until late at night, his music was vomiting in the street, deafening selection of groups and genres that seemed an experiment in genetic engineering, it was so crazy in the assortment. Disco, rock, soul, even idol ... the mix was grotesque but funny, and between bites of pizza and the other had started a contest on who could guess more titles.
"Say, Tatsuya," asked Harumi after brushing the last bite, "we do now? I do not want to go home ... "
" I do not know, it is usually that of Rei brilliant ideas ... "Tatsuya
wanted to bite his tongue, he pulled out his name. Instead, the reaction of Harumi had surprised him, had made a face and shook his hand as if to say that the balls, always talking about Rei ...
"We could go to a fair, will you? Let us take a roller coaster ride on the new ones, the Magic Mountains "had proposed lighting.
He had thought it out and talk with her was enough like a roller coaster, gave him the same feeling of tight throat and stomach twisted when the wagon is balanced on top, just before the start the descent ... that tingling of the hands gripping the bar, one eye open and one closed, suspended between the desire to escape and the desire to see how it will end ...
had agreed to his proposal, he had brought to her lips beer and had raised, after it could take a trip to the beach, because the record store went out loud and cheerful a song by the Beach Boys, the kind that parlanodi girls in bikinis and sun and sea and was an immediate connection.
"Have you ever been surfing?" She asked him, taking the track of his thoughts.
"After surfing, but I was young and made a figure of shit, turnover and floundering in the water like a beetle on its back."
Harumi smiled: "Rei once told me that surfing is ; a shattering experience ... more sex ... "
And so at last we returned to the starting point, she thought Tatsuya. There was sadness in the eyes of Harumi and it had got worse, much, much because they were little more than three hours to let him know that he liked her seriously. He avoided looking at her and had resigned in a sense to other painful secrets from a broken heart, and instead she fired a question.
"What song is this?" He asked turning his head toward the open door. "If you win the race ... guess"
Get up, Get up, Get up, Get up, let's make love tonight
Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, 'cos you do it right
The clerk of the record store was probably a madman furious. He was shuffling the cards as the best cheaters at the poker table, and after the Beach Boys that was unmistakable, Marvin Gaye.
"Sexual Healing. Sexual Healing, "he had translated literally, and without thinking in broken English. On the other hand, had thought of acid, I am certainly not living in America.
"Bravo, you win!"
"Not bad, eh? Almost like the surf ... " Tatsuya had said, referring to both the song is the way Marvin Gaye sought to heal the wounds that you wore, a treatment based on sex ...
And When I get that feeling I want
Sexual Healing Sexual Healing, oh baby
She had heard the words with eyes half shut, as if he were thinking it over, then replied: "Do not count on it, Tatsuya" .
But his eyes had become brighter, as well as its skin. It was not even drunk: Tatsuya looked at the bottles of Kirin on the table, one each, and there was not enough alcohol in there. Unless one was not looking for excuses, you could also go to ... Harumi was looking at him hard, and he decided that was not the case, not really.
"Fool," he replied pulling a football out from under the table, "I'm pleased with the music very well." He lifted up and had started to checkout, walking focused on the sensual and poignant voice of Marvin Gaye.
I want Sexual Healing Sexual Healing is good for me
But I'm alright so, he lied to himself. So I'm alright.
But he felt stupidly happy and tense when she had joined him and took him by the hand. Had set up the flyover leading to the carnival and they had stopped, or rather hung Tatsuya watching the cars ran under. He had always found it fascinating that snake of lights that take you through the night, in a hypnotic way. When he was confused he would always fix the machines, and gradually was able to give an order to things. By Harumi closely, however, the operation was much more complicated.
"You have offended before?"
"No, and then what should I be offended?"
"I do not know, sometimes I say the stupid things without realizing it, and do stupid things that kids are inappropriate ... "
inappropriate ... it was a funny word, and old-fashioned light years away from the image he had of her.
"Still, all right."
I want Sexual Healing Sexual Healing is good for me
did not came out from his ears, that damn song. He had thought to sue for damages if the salesman went on like this, to get lost behind a pointless argument about different ways to communicate and interpret the words.
They had remained silent, staring at the snake of lights, and then there was was a movement and hair that brushed his cheek Harumi, and her lips seeking his. Tatsuya had opened and she had done the same, the language of Harumi had slipped quickly and he stroked her, and it was all over there. Always start with a kiss, the more intimate contact.
Tatsuya had moved his eyes unreadable expression on his face. But he smiled, incredible, and she had done the same and was not even blushing. And not even drunk, he knew well. Harumi had remained silent, without lowering his eyes, waiting for any signal ... and then he decided to speak.
"Nice?"
"Yes"
"Maybe it's inconvenient, but ... I want another?" She whispered. A Tatsuya seemed very sweet to her embarrassment, as if you had only then realized what had been impetuous, of how far it went.
"And Rei?"
"And Kira?"
The best tactic, to answer a question with another question. Allows you to procrastinate, and to assess the situation.
Tatsuya had understood many things at that moment, looking at the right profile of Harumi hidden by hair. Some pleasant than others, for example, that the kiss was really like and maybe she gave it to him for revenge against Kashin. Be his best friend could be fun for a night.
"So? Do you want another or not? "
For the umpteenth time the suspicion that he was drunk, had crept into the thoughts of Tatsuya confused, but it was clear that it was not.
And he was perfectly sober.
"For me ..."
How say you do, is the same. The fact that it was not absolutely the same that had kept him for himself. One thing so absurd as to seem even normal. Harumi believed that if Solomon would have got away with a kiss on the cheek, and again, everything would have been there ... even if annoyed. She had huge eyes, and instead of kissing him on the cheek had captured his lips as he held his breath like a fool, yet that feeling of being on the wagon of the Magic Mountains, only now rushing down the hill ... And it was a long contact and deep, with the crushed bodies and hands that were beginning to get busy.
And they ended up in bed, of course, giving money to a fund to the last room at a love hotel, and the next morning there was no shame or regret in their eyes. Leaving
Harumi the shower but had said something about going to bed with a guy on a first date, and Tatsuya had replied jokingly that this was the second, if you think about it. She had not replied and sat down on the sheets fulfilled, and he had hoped and prayed that would begin to cry, or worse, to pull out of absurd paranoia. Not understand this sudden change of mood and tried in every way something that would make her understand that she had sex with was nice and not at all inconvenient to use his words, because it was only a fraction of the time they spent together and not the ultimate goal. But he had
came to mind only clichés, phrases and condition the face of Kashin, always him, not the two of them not because Kira had ever really believed, while Harumi Rei had meant everything and had done an incredibly stupid and dangerous Do not miss ... He had not even mentioned the idea that she was thinking if it was an easy fall-back and nothing more, for as long as they dressed in silence, Tatsuya he persisted in believing that only Rei was the cause of that silence and found himself back in the fast-food, with that sad and sweet aftertaste in your mouth.
Paradoxically, it was he used to feel.
In fact, was jealous rotten.
They had slipped into the sun and in the chaos of Sunday morning and he took her to an underground station, and on the way she was recovering quickly pulling out the Harumi ever. We were greeted with a false camaraderie that had appeared in both, a vague sense of guilt and resentment was falling on their thoughts. Tatsuya looked away and then the train back the way he had done the night before.
The wagon had stopped, the race seemed over, but suddenly he realized what he had to do.
He had found the song effortlessly and although it was within a collection of soul hits, as he had pointed out the clerk with disgust, was fine. But when it was presented to the cashier she had discovered that the money remaining in the portfolio was not sufficient and had given dell'idiota a billion times. Wearing its best good guy asked if he could not credit him for the event, but the clerk had squared a split second and had not even bothered to respond.
As he sat on the train, empty-handed, another idea had gained ground: the solution was dozing placid home.
He had the stairs, turned on the computer and booted the connection. Thirty seconds had been enough research to find the text, he had printed before closing it. He was lying on the bed and had re-read well, at least three times, to be sure of having grasped the sense, so he sent a message to the mobile phone to Harumi, copying only a few words.
Makes me feel so fine, it's Such A Rush
Helps to relieve the mind, and it's good for us
Then he waited for the answer, which had arrived in the evening and was surprised at home while watching another Winding snake of lights near the window, beep beep, however, the light that hit like a slap at the base of the neck. Magic Mountains, again. The wagon was put in motion and began the ascent ...
And it's good for us
: -*
He felt the tingling of the hands and felt my throat close ... and then it was decided to call it.
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