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((Mun is home and will be replying to things she owes in due time! Have some things to finish up/get started on!

But now I want a Pokemon AU with Michiru.... where Michiru is an Elite Four member... Oof...!))

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Solemnly Swear // Tiny Tenoh

"Watching yourself at your age is not me calling you old, Daddy," said Michiru from the other side of Haruka. She had to lean forward to see her father, her lips set and eyes narrowed. It was classic Michiru 'you will listen to what I have to say'. Kenji declined mentioning how much like her mother she looked in that moment.

"By starting your sentence with 'a man of your age' is the polite way of saying 'Dad, you're getting as old as dirt.' I have a very firm philosophy that I am never aging because I don't feel like I am. And I didn't hurt myself."

"Daddy, watch the road!"

"Nonsense they get out of my way why do you think I let Haruka convince me to rent this car? Uh, duh, everyone gets out of my way. Fabulous, important man coming GET. OUT. OF. MY. WAY." He clutched the steering wheel and hunched over it, gritting his teeth as he yelled the last part of that little ramble fest. His daughter was still not amused; she continued to stare at him.

"You're ridiculous," she finally said. "And you're not helping the terrible stereotype of Asians being terrible drivers."

"I'm a great driver! What are you talking about I've been driving longer than the both of you combined age wise with some to spare I'm not a bad driver am I Haruka? Look see she agrees!"

"She hasn't said anything... And there's no one else on this road..." Father and daughter of course provided the entertainment for the ride to the beach house. It included another one of Papa Kaioh's incredibly questionable impromptu decision making of daring Haruka to switch seats with him... While the Porsche was still in motion. Michiru had kept her mouth shut about this one though her hand had noticeably grabbed the handle of the door next to her with such ferocity that her knuckles turned white. It did not help that her father was in the process of trying to stand...

The beach house was... Modern. And had five rooms. Michiru did not hesitate to get out of the vehicle and grab her luggage that she was able to retrieve, heading directly to the front doors. She walked with stiff legged to the front door and as soon as the code to open the doors she bolted inside.

Screaming: "MASTER BEDROOM MASTER BEDROOM I CALL IT!"

Bringing up the rear as any gentleman and decent father would, Kaioh Kenji did freeze on that lovely gravel walkway with tea lights for nighttime strolls lining the edge. The great intake of breath was heard. "YOU I'M SELLING YOU A GENTLY USED DAUGHTER TOO INTELLIGENT GIVES FATHER HEADACHES AND I'M ONLY SELLING YOU FOR how much money do you have on you, Haruka? FOR HOW MUCH HARUKA HAS IN HER POCKET! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT?"

The mermaid either did not hear him or had and ignored him. Which it did not matter... Because she claimed the master bedroom with its king size bed and balcony that opened up to the ocean and its marble bathroom. There was also a small kitchen and cabinetry..

Each sandal thumped as it first hit the wall then the wall. Michiru jumped on the king size bed before flopping onto her back in a flurry of Hawaiian themed dress and teal curls. "Senior mastermind? Is that your new title? If you have an idea share. We could explore the house but that would get old fast."

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I Solemnly Swear I Am Up to No Good

She plucked at the flowers around her neck.  It was a sort of custom to place a lei over one’s head.  A sign of affection.  A tradition that became more popular after World War II.  At least, that was what her father was saying.  The man had managed to obtain quite a few of the flower and leaf wreaths.  Like a mane, he strutted through the airport from their private terminal to the busier section of the airport with the two girls behind him.  Michiru occasionally stifled a yawn with a hand held politely before her mouth, dragging one of her bags behind her.  After an unexpected nap on Haruka (literally, she had curled up on the other girl and fallen asleep) she had gussied up and now wore one of those wide brimmed, straw hats and a nice pair of bug-eyed sunglasses.

Touristy enough, Haruka?

Papa Kaioh was on the phone.  Hardly a surprise.  He had ran his mouth during their descent to dear Haruka about how he was going to be no business, all pleasure and that he promised to cause as much mischief as he possibly could while they – she, Haruka, and Michiru- were the dutiful, responsible ones.  “You’re only as old as you feel!  And I feel like a gutsy, adventurous fifteen year old boy with too much money and nothing to do!  Pineapple?”  Of course, Kenji could not go fifteen feet before his phone was going off and he was lost in his own world…  His daughter was glaring at his back.  The glaring was abandoned for a sigh and a casual lowering of her sunglasses to look over to her vacation companion.

“What was that phrase used in that one book series that applies to our situation?” she inquired out loud, her eyes moving to scan the people that were trying to sell sea shells to departing tourists and other native Hawaiian goods!  Can’t leave Hawaii without them!  Makes great gifts!  “Ummm…”  She bit her lower lip as she tried to recall the phrase she oh so vaguely asked about.  Then, with a sound of delight, she said:  “’I solemnly swear I am up to no good!’  I declare we should be anything but good.”  Her index finger zeroed in on her father’s back.

“What was our car again?” Papa Kaioh called back, casually glancing at the girls behind him.  “You picked it.  You find it.”

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Please, Papa, the Eccentricities!

"It's tomorrow somewhere."

Michiru could only stare blankly at her father. Her hair was still damp from the early morning pool workout then shower that had followed. It was edging past midday and in a moment of grumbling, protesting stomachs and morning cartoons Michiru had taken it upon herself to make pancakes. With blueberries she had found in the fridge. And lemon zest to add a bit of kick to the flavor. Her father was eating a cold pancake, holding it and flopping it about. There was thankfully no toppings. Again, he was eating it like a snack. His hair was morning groomed (it stuck up in all directions. It looked as if his finger had intimately met with an electrical socket) and he had left over makeup smeared on his face.

His fingernails were still painted. They had been shoved beneath Haruka's nose to see if they had chipped. He was concerned they would chip after only a day.

But Papa Kaioh was suggesting they leave for Hawaii. Now.

"We have arrangements already..." said Michiru, nursing her health drink. It was green. There had been a lot of greens added to it. She guessed the blender had finally woken the sleeping tycoon. Typhoon. Tycoon typhoon.  "You can't expect everyone to change their schedules according to your whims!"

"What if I made arrangements for today? An... Mmm... Hour and fourteen minutes from now?"

Michiru blinked. "Daddy... You didn't..."

"But today will be yesterday, yes? If we leave here tomorrow then it'll be today in Hawaii. So, I made arrangements for this date. We leave today we'll technically.. Be about still in today when we arrive."

She groaned. "Daddy... You did..."

Kenji Kaioh hunted about for his phone with his pancake crammed into his mouth. The phone was found. "Get your things and brush your hair and make horrible comments concerning your current state. Whine about not packing enough shoes then pack not enough shoes."

"But, Haruka..."

"Haruka! What car should we go to the airport in? Forget it. You make the call and choose. I don't care. Give them name, address, car. Bill me." The phone was tossed into the air as he departed for his bedroom. Fully expecting Haruka to catch his phone and make the phone call. Thankfully, the number was on the screen...

His daughter stared after him.

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Uncertainties

"You look like you were hit by a bus. Were you hit by a bus?"

Michiru looked up. Locks of teal hair that had come loose from its bun clung to her face. She tilted back the water bottle, letting the cool water slide into her mouth and in her mouth she held it. Her red cheeks that were glistening with sweat puffed out comically. Slowly, she swallowed the water. And gave her father a small smile. Exhausted, sure as sure could be. But hit by a bus?

"Nearly but unfortunately this fashion statement comes straight from kick boxing class."

"And boxing," her father reminded her. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. With a loud sigh, he leaned back and was quickly reminded he was sitting in a stool. He waved his arms in circles to catch his balance, his slippered feet sticking out.

Bear slippers. Bright blue. A gift from 'Ruka. A joke of course but the man wore them every chance he got. The bottoms were well worn already.

Michiru chuckled. Kenji mumbled something about getting stools with backs to them. "Or recliners."

"At the island?"

He shrugged. "Have anything against it? Comfort in style. Not like we eat at the table designated for fancy eating anyway. You and Rent A Daughter plop yourselves on the balcony or wherever your butts zero in on. And you should look into getting hit by a bus. No, no. Scratch that. Tapped by a bus. Life changing experience. I swear. I've been tapped more times than I can count on one hand."

"You're famously lacking in the attention department," Michiru reminded her father. He held out his hands. His daughter loved him just the same.

"But no. What I mean is this past week you've been out of sorts. Don't think I haven't noticed. I have. I've been here all week. Those extra eye implants on the back of my head don't require glasses."

Her eyes rolled; her stomach knotted. It was true she had been... Off. After the shack. The.... Hallucinations.... Michiru had been determined to get herself checked out. Haruka had been adamant to not let her go. The days following that incident had been.... Like a war going on inside of her. The claustrophobic feelings of something lurking. Searching. Being HERE and growing... It was all too much to handle, really.

And her dreams had been incredibly vivid. Now, she was starting to remember them. All of them.

A hand stole to her forehead. "I am alright. I promise. And boxing classes are on Tuesdays and Thursdays."

"Kicked a can off Haruka's head yet?"

The corner of her mouth twitched. "Not yet. But soon. I apparently have powerful legs and deadly aim."

Papa Kaioh pounded his chest. "From me!

"Did you get in a fight with the other daughter?"

"Are you performing your weekly requirements of fatherly duties?"

"Have to start sometime. Did she turn you down?"

She choked on another gulp of water. Forcing her seizing throat to calm, Michiru stared at her father. He was staring back with an eyebrow quirked. He was serious. That was his serious face. "Excuse me?" she squeaked, trying to breathe normally.

Kenji dramatically threw his glasses down. "You heard me. What? Don't gape at me like that. You and... And Haruka are dating, right? Or are you the only one not aware of that?" He threw up his hands in a defensive posture. "I don't have a problem with it. It's very modern. Two young women being able to openly and with pride date without a care in the world. I'm relieved that birth control I put you on was just me being a worried dad.

"They told me I was overreacting and encouraging sexual activity in my twelve year old. I told them I was being realistic and modern. Up to date. Hip. Aware."

"You and being modern," Michiru mumbled. Now she really did have a headache. She climbed into a stool, holding her head in a hand. Spreading her fingers, she stared at her father through the gaps. "It's... Not like that."

"Why not? The two of you are inseparable. You ignore advances from anyone else. You denied that marriage proposal from a colleague of mine's son."

"He was six."

"He'll be legal in no time!" Kenji said. Then smirked. He wrapped his arms around the back of his head but declined reclining again. "In all seriousness, I'm shocked you haven't made it official with her. I support it. Or what's that modern term? Ship? I ship it? I ship it. I mean, me, I'm gorgeous and we know this. If an equally gorgeous man came along and wanted to take it to a hotel room..."

"Daddy."

"Alright, alright. But again being as serious as seriously possible I'm stepping into my big daddy slippers here and giving you life advice. Life sucks, kiddo. You were born shitting diamonds. I was, too. We've never been in a situation where there was even an inkling we could go hungry. Not once in life have I ever asked anything of you. I was raised in a strict household under my father's shadow and lucky for him I made investments he was against that have landed us where we are today. Before your mother died and even more so after she died all I ever wanted from you was for you to be happy. You have inheritance. You never had to go to school. You could go snort coke and live on the streets if it made you happy. I'd be disappointed but I wouldn't get in your way. Instead, I've been rewarded with a daughter who donates her allowances to charities and organizations. Who excels in school without being told to do so. Has only ever asked permission to travel abroad to learn or indulge every once in a great while.

"What I'm getting at is Haruka fills a void in your life. It's been one that's always been there. There's all this nonsense about ruining friendships trying to escalate it to the next level and maybe it could happen. But the two of you have a maturity and an understanding I strongly believe you two will keep even if dating is not in the stars. Happiness like this and a friendship like this doesn't come along often. Seize the day.

"And all that uplifting mambo jumbo. Did I thoroughly embarrass myself?"

Michiru blinked. Rubbed at her cheek, looking away. "No. Your argument... Concerns... Advice is....valid." Michiru glanced at her cell on the counter top.

All this.... Talk and who was she waiting for to text her or call her?

Haruka.

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For whatever reason my tablet and phone is refusing to post my rp replies. Not sure who should receive a flogging.

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The Last Rose of Summer

Heinrich Wilhelm Ernst was one of Paganini’s greatest successors. He was a man who did not receive enough recognition for not only his mastery of the violin but for his composers and his contributions (including new polyphonic techniques when it came to playing and composing). Playing variations on The Last Rose of Summer was notably difficult and not a piece to be taken lightly. Many scoffed at the mention of a thirteen year old tackling the composition when master violinists found the piece grueling. Of course, a year ago, Michiru was able to play it with such heart and soul that the scoffing had stopped and the howls of her talent being a hoax. Michiru had kept the secret that she had been able to play the composition since seven to herself. Modesty and the lack of needing to rush or prove herself was most of the reasoning behind her stubborn silence. Instead, she had opted for playing expected compositions with the occasional master level piece. Of course, Spiegel im Spiegel was nothing to poo poo at! Tonight, she would play Paganini. She would also play Ernst. Rivals almost to the very end but both unheard of in their brilliance. For Michiru, playing their compositions or any by anyone was like… It was familiar to her. It was akin to breathing. The positioning of her fingers, the angle the bow would slip across the strings and even the way her body swayed was water over falls. It was as if she had been playing prior to her own birth and all it was to her was recalling the ability. Riding a bike. It could be seen as like riding a bike. You never forgot how to ride but you would need to awaken the instincts, the memories, of all the subtleties. "Variations on God Save the King" by Niccolo Paganini. Ernst’s Polyphonic Etudes, including the infamous “The Last Rose of Summer". The Barotak Solo Sonata. Schoenberg Concerto. She would finish with Ernst’s variations on Paganini’s “Carnaval de Venise". Looking at herself in the mirror, she contemplated whether or not to wear her hair up or down. That was what she fretted over instead of the physically, mentally and emotionally taxing recital. Recital? Could it really be called that? There were to be important people at this museum gathering… No doubt Tenoh Haruka would catch some attention but as stated before their societal circles were quite different. Down, Michiru decided. But clipped back from her face. No. Braided, like a tiara. It would look elegant yet simple. Nothing complex tonight. Simple, elegant. She was not on display physically. It was the music and she was not needing to draw attention to her appearance. She was far more excited knowing she would see Haruka again. And shortly.