Everyone nowadays is gay.

Here I am, walking down an empty street, trying to figure life out.

My name is Haruko. Everyone thinks I am a bimbo.

Heheh, but they'll never figure me out, they don't know who I am, or what I am. I hide behind my airhead figure.

I know what they think of me. I don't care anymore.

As long as my secret is safe.

~****~

Why does Haruko look so paranoid? I see her turning her head around, watching, searching to see if anyone is around.

Don't worry my Haruko-chan! Sakuragi here will save you from anything bad!

So off I, the tensai followed quietly behind her.

She stopped at the doorstep of an empty house. The house is broken and run- down, close to ruins.

Quickly, she took out a key and unlocked the door, went inside and locked the door.

Is my Haruko-chan being threatened?!

She must be! I must save her!

Suddenly, I hear an ear-piercing scream, It's Haruko screaming! Oh no! HARUKO-CHAN!!

I rushed to the house and kicked down the door.

Haruko was holding the side of the table, looking sick and dizzy.

She looked at me and cried,

"Sakuragi! W-what are you doing here?! Go, go... go away!"

I took a step forward, hesitating to do her bidding or to help her.

"No Haruko! I won't leave you like this!"

She shot me a venomous look, and screamed,

"Sakuragi! If you don't leave me now, I'll KILL you!"

She gripped her stomach and fell to the floor, struggling to stand up with the pain she was enduring.

What I saw next couldn't be accepted in this tensai's head. It was so horrible, it disfigured my Haruko-chan, argh, I don't want to think about it. It began to haunt my memories, and never again I will think about what happened.

But the truth still remains.

My darling Haruko-chan, I'm sorry I found out your terrible secret.

I am trying very hard to forget the day.

The day I saw you transform into....

"Hi, I'm Mickey Mouse."

^^ ~ END ~ XP

Sakuragi, Haruko (c) Takehiko Inoue. Mickey Mouse (c) Walt Disney.

Sorry if anyone has written a fic like this. ^^

Note to myself: Never again shall I attempt writing a horror fic while the teaching is teaching 'Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde' while I am looking at my Mickey Mouse pencil.