Location: cabin then the lake
Interactions: Haruhi
@ScarletNova, Ren
@Monbon
Mentions: Mariko, Ren
There was little point in arguing with the club president on matters as trivial as transportation. It was clear they were bound for an agree to disagree. Haruhi seemed big into the whole 'sharing' fad. Something Aya would never understand. Nor entirely felt the need to try and understand. At the end of the day, she would never understand why someone would
want to share a traveling space with anyone other than the appointed people said passenger had specifically
chose to travel with. For Aya, such people was typically Shin or no one.
Thus, Aya gave a sly smile, "If you were to make such efforts sweet Haruhi, I suppose it wouldn't be overstepping my bounds if I were to request I have my
own form of comfortable transportation provided by the club for activities such as this? I'd much prefer my own privacy comparted to sharing spaces with others~"
Her silky smile faded as she in took Haruhi's name preference. A odd request, one she hadn't expected to receive so fast.
"Ha-ru-hi." She sounded each syllable, imitating a child reading their first book. As she'd thought, the use of such informality so fast felt foreign. Yet if Haruhi preferred it that way she supposed she could humor the other. Once more, a sly smile lit her face as Haruhi finished her sentence. "I can easily say that I'm
beyond comfortable here. Though I do hope that
we can get more comfortable sometime." Her drawl lingered on her last word as she gave the president a few batted eyelashes. Only to be interrupted by Ren-kun pinching at her cheek.
GASP! A MINX?! She was NOT a minx!
Well... by definition she was. But what did
he know of that?! And how
dare he come into her personal space and pinch her-
She frowned, giving a small 'huh!' as he proceeded to poke her cheek. Why was he touching her? It took everything in her not to turn and give him a death glare. Instead she forced herself to remain dull, thoughtless, and blank as she stared at Haruhi.
When all was finished, Aya followed along rather easily with Haruhi's pace. Listening to Haruhi's explanation of Mariko-chan. The girl was just as mousey cute as Aya had expected! Hiding in libraries and her home and such. Yes, her and Aya's sweet Senpai would make the
cutest match. Excitement flared as Haruhi suggested exposing Mariko-san's location. "Would you?!" Sparkles surrounded her as she clasped her hands together. Chances were she wasn't near Senpai's dot. But how far away were they? Was Mariko-chan in the process of trying to find her way to Senpai for another attempt at confession? Were they to spend this activity stealing away into a romantic escape? She needed to start brainstorming ways to bring the two closer
together. IT WAS SO EXCITEING!
Aya enjoyed their walk with these very thoughts. Imagining the two in various situations with more daydreaming giggles even as they sped up their pace.
She lazily eyed the lake when it came into view. Half listening to Haruhi's words and half imagining the fun she and Shin could have if they were to spend a day at this lake.
Her body flinched a little as she felt fingers close in around her hand. Her focus hyper fixating on Haruhi as the other began pulling her along the shoreline. Like Ren-kun, the touch hardly held an ounce of aggressive possessiveness. Though compared to his, Haruhi's hold was definitely more firm.
Was everyone here so soft with others? She took a few blinks before she was able to tear her eyes away from Haruhi and eye the boat the other had lead her to.
"Why bother doing all the work ourselves, right?"
An easy smile slid across her face. "That, I can agree on." She happily obeyed the command, grinning to herself as the boat rocked sideways at her jumping in. It reminded her of the vacations her family would spend during the hottest parts of the year. Weeks spent doing nothing on top of the water. Aya took the spot she typically claimed while using any boat: The very front. She sat facing the wind. Closing her eyes and inhaling the cool air as Haruhi began their journey. How could anyone despise money when it allowed for joyous moments like this?
The wind picked up, then died down as Haruhi slowed somewhere in the middle of the lake. Something was off. Haruhi sounded utterly panicked.
Aya's brows knitted, a feeling of queasiness forming in her stomach as she realized the girl looked absolutely
horrified. It was a bit confusing. Why she was getting so riled up about losing someone so expendable, when the other
jumped in.
Every muscle in Aya's body froze. Her eyes widening as it clicked. It would take someone seriously stupid to not understand why Haruhi had jumped in. Yet the action posed both a contradiction and a solution to so many things.
Of course Haruhi liked to share her comforts. Of course she offered her first name... she thought the club members as genuine
friends.
Aya gripped the edges of the boat as it rocked from the sudden loss of Haruhi. Feeling sick as her fingers dug into the rails. Haruhi cared about these people. Haruhi... who was just as powerful and rich as Ayame. One of her peers and equals.
But how had she-
What was she-
Swallowing bile, Aya squeezed her eyes shut. Grinding her teeth as she fought to sort out this new piece of information.
Clearly the other hadn't been hiding that fact. She had willingly panicked in front of Aya. Not only that, she'd easily talked of Solaris as her best friend. Something Aya had assumed was sarcasm or some sort of diminishing tease. Haruhi was breaking the rules. She'd made genuine
connections with people. But then... if she wasn't hiding it... didn't her other peers know? Hadn't her parents been disgusted with her? Wouldn't the vile rats of her peers find ways to use such connections against her? How was her family's business still standing? Hadn't she been threatened or blackmailed? Was Solaris a fighter? Had he not been targeted? How was this not... how was she- how could it be possible that-
'It's impossible to be loved.' her mind hissed. Fear smacking her into a bit of hyperventilation. Living with actual, real relationships was impossible for people in their position. And if wasn't... then that meant- if it was possible than that meant Aya didn't have to-
'Stop' her mind commanded. Her body listened. Everything went blank at that moment. Her eyes dulling as she slumped over the side of the boat. Her body moved almost mechanically. The splitting headache growing to a migraine as her head slumped against her right arm. Her left fell limp over the side. Her hand submerging into the water. Ren's hoodie fell down. The edge of the cuff soaking into the water as it licked at her feverish skin. She couldn't seem to do anything in that moment. Besides stare and blink.
With each long breath, her murky thoughts began resorting itself. Carefully picking it all back into it's proper place.
Her name was Fukushima Ayame.
Her parents were rich. Extremely rich.
People both liked and disliked that.
She could not be loved.
That was a good thing.
She let out a long sigh, her eyes closing as she let herself focus on the feel of the water against her fringed nerves. It was nice to be surrounded by silence. It was so peaceful. Even the splash of water from Haruhi's swimming felt serene. The quietness of it all lulled her deeper into it's trance. Calming her beating heart and stealing away any ache she might of felt knowing she was reminding herself of her flaw.
Then Haruhi resurfaced. Inhaling the air sharply. Aya sat up in her seat. A bit dizzy as the wet cuff of the hoodie dripped onto her lap. Funny, Haruhi was the one who'd jumped into the water. Yet Aya felt like she was the one who'd just jumped into a tank of cool water. Her body felt numb. And her breathing felt matched with Haruhi's. Her chest rising and falling deeply as she was forced back into reality the very moment Haruhi was back above water.
Maybe it was the fact that Haruhi had just fractured a bit of Aya's core, or maybe it was simply the numbing relief of having a breath to herself. Whatever it was, Aya could barely register Haruhi's explanation as the other held up a waterlogged phone in her hands. Despite not catching a single phrase, Aya nodded.
Her mind remained fuzzy as the other pulled herself back into the boat. Presenting an easy distraction from the unsettling display of affection Haruhi had shown only moments ago.
Aya's eyes latched onto the girl. Watching each bit of water roll off the other's frame, noting each droplet running down Haruhi's face. It was mesmerizing to watch as the other's fingers squeezed water from her hair. Something Aya watched freely and shamelessly as the other tied her hair back into a ponytail. Her neck was exposed now. What would it be like to mark her right on that side where that bit of water was running down her skin?
Cringing, Aya turned her back to the other. Staring out into the horizons in complete silence.
The sooner they got this puzzle piece the sooner Aya could leave this fancy president to deal with whatever mess she wanted to create for herself. The only part of Haruhi Aya would have to deal with was finding this single puzzle piece. Maybe afterwards she could convince Shin to call in a pizza and have it catered up here.