Yuri and Haru

I took some experiences around Japan. Because of this, I tended to think something about. So?

Well, I just walked through and through. Those days, when I crossed over the street, I was going into a park and I really realized, I must continue my experience.

Throughout, I just kept checking on and on. I watched through many streets and I just still seemed to be ...

"Haizz ..."

I took a long breathe. I felt disappointed over it. Really? Not much. Damn me.

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I still went out for a while, until I surprisingly hit to someone ...

"Эй! Учитесь идти, ты идиот!" (Hey! Learn to go, you idiot!)

I just walked around until I looked on a ...

... hey, looking closer, I realized this girl is nothing more but just my ... female version. Really? No, I wasn't wrong at all.

"Ohh ..."

I looked close to her. She was surprised as well. As soon as I mentioned, she also looked on me for a while. I wore my clothes with the words "Russia", not so different like when I was in Tokyo. So?

"Where are you from?" she asked me, and also she told her name: "My name is Haru. Haru Miura."

"I am Moscow's kid. From Russia. My name? Yuri, Yuri Plisetsky." I answered in my honest. I believed she is nice girl for me.

"Yuri Plisetsky? I heard about you somewhere, right?" Haru asked: "Why are you here?"

"Just ... seeking something in the street." I did go somewhere. Okay, I thought about it. I then looked on her eyes: "Aren't you going to meet someone? Your date?"

"Huh? How do you know? That's not your business." She tried to do something, however, a wind suddenly flew through my place. And ...

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Uh oh, I thought I just watched a ... sensitive scene. Haru Miura's skirt ... WHAT?

Her skirt flew, leaving up some sensitive scene which I really ... dislike to mention. And you know what, after this, she found her skirt was flying on the sky. I was standing in front of her. So ...

"ARRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Haru yelled like a girl, before she sent to me a ...

... PUNCH! What the hell ...

"BLAM!"

ARGH! I was punched to the face, especially my nose. All because of her flying skirt. A mini-skirt lol! God damn it, Haru Miura! Why don't you ... OUCH!

"That's not my fault! Не моя вина!"

"Didn't you just have look on my dark place? You hentai idiot ... every Russians are very crazy like you?"

"Russian girls tend to wear covering entire of their body, how can you know? It is not my fault, blame this to the wind! Most of us don't care!"

"Oh, what do Russians say about you? Idiot!"

"In Japanese, it makes you like a baka."

"You also know some little Japanese. So, maybe I should ..."

Хару Миура, это то, что вы получили от этого? I was wondering, seriously. And seriously, I repeated! However, I did know, this time, better I should pay apologize for it.

"Okay, okay! I am not aware with it! It is not my fault too! Please ..."

I had to think harder about it. So I just looked on and prayed for it. Then, Haru Miura came close to me, and wondered: "Why do you ..."

"I didn't know it was your mini-skirt. It was my fault ... then." I just explained a briefly short way. I thought so. After for a while ...

"それも私のせいです。 申し訳ありませんが...あまりにもナイーブであることのため。" (It is my fault too. Sorry ... for being too naive.)

Haru looked on, she grabbed my hands and then, she ... I was just looking on her, and then, she ...

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Her lip touched on my own! My lip! It was inside a park, so nobody knew. Her lip slowly touched on my lip. This was ... WHAT?

"Actually, I think ... I like you, my Russian Prince." Haru blushed after she pulled her lip out: "You are like an angel for me."

"Wow ..." I just looked on, until Haru spoke something. She was having a busy job, so she couldn't stay with me any longer. Her moment with me, I needed to keep on mind.

Then, I looked on Haru Miura. I wondered a lot ... And that's why, when I walked away, I still remembered this ...