Chapter 2
Michiru sat on the hallway of the hospital, waiting for the doctor to show up and tell her how Haruka was doing. She knew that the mysterious attacker had hurt her friend pretty bad; Haruka had been complaining about pain when breathing on the way to the hospital, and Michiru was afraid that a splinter of a broken rip pierced her partners lung. Finally the door opened, and Haruka walked out, with a slightly pained expression. Michiru immediately jumped up and hurried to her friend. "Haruka! How are you feeling?" "Terrible." Haruka answered. The doctor also walked out and introduced himself to Michiru: "Hello, I'm doctor Harold Jackson." "Michiru Kaioh." Michiru shook the doctors hand and looked at him suspicious. "Your friend can go home." The man calmed her down. "Her ribs are broken, but her lungs weren't hurt at all. She was lucky. Just keep her in bed for a week or so." "I'll try." Michiru answered, relieved that Haruka wasn't hurt worse. She gently took her partners hand, unknowingly sending waves of electricity through the tall blonde. "Let's go home, Haruka. Hotaru is waiting." "O-okay." Haruka answered nervous while Michirus fingers tightened around hers. Michiru smiled up at her, and the two of them left the hospital.
Michiru insisted on driving home, much to
Harukas dismay. "You won't drive." Michiru told her partner in a calm voice.
"You are hurt, Haruka." Finally, Haruka gave in with a sigh and plopped onto
the passengers seat. Michiru started the car and drove home. When the two
arrived there, they were greeted by a frantic Hotaru. "Haruka-papa! How are you
feeling?" "Don't ask." Haruka answered, holding her rips while walking into the
house. Michiru followed her concerned, immediately shooing her into the
bedroom. "Lie down, I'll take good care of you." The aqua haired girl promised.
"I'm sure you will." Haruka answered, winking at her. Michiru blushed and
quickly hurried out of the room, leaving a sighing Haruka behind. "What was that?" Michiru thought to
herself. "Is Haruka flirting with me?" Michiru stopped dead in her
tracks when she realized that Haruka did flirt with her. And it hadn't been the first
time. "I always assumed that she is a
lesbian, the way she behaves…but…flirting with me? I'm straight!" Michiru sighed and made her way to the kitchen,
pondering about Haruka and her flirting.
When Michiru had finished cooking dinner, she
went to Haruka's bedroom, knocking on the door softly. There was no answer.
Michiru silently opened the door and poked her head in. She smiled at what she
saw. Haruka lay cuddled up in the covers, sleeping peacefully, her hair looking
cutely messed up. Michiru smiled again and decided not to wake Haruka up. "I can warm her food up when she's awake." Michiru
closed the door without making any noise and went back to the kitchen, readying
two plates for herself and Hotaru before walking into the living room and
calling Hotaru for dinner. "Isn't Haruka-papa eating with us?" Hotaru asked
after Michiru had filled her plate with rice and fish. "No, she's asleep and I
didn't want to wake her up." Michiru explained. "Oh, okay." Hotaru answered a
little disappointed; she really loved her papa, and not just because she always
spoiled her a little. Of course, Michiru noticed her daughters disappointment.
"If you want to, you can go to Haruka-papa's room when she's awake." She
suggested. Hotaru beamed. "I'd love to!" Michiru smiled before advising her
daughter: "But now eat your dinner before it get's cold." "Okay mama!" And with
that, Hotaru started to shove food into her mouth.
Two hours after dinner, Haruka was finally
awake. Hotaru immediately bounced into her room, jumping on the bed. "Hi papa!" "Hi Hotaru." Haruka smiled. Although her cheeks
hurt when she did so, stroking her daughters dark hair. "How are you doing?"
the girl asked. "Better, thanks." Haruka smiled again when she saw Michiru
walking in. "Hey Haruka. How's it going?" "Fine, thanks. I'm hungry." Haruka
stated matter-of-factly. "Well, I have something for you." Michiru grinned,
raising the tray she carried. Harukas eyes lit up. "Wonderful! Thank you,
Michiru!" Michiru smiled and put the tray down.
Trevor sat in his cozy apartment, cleaning his
brass knuckles that were stained with Harukas blood. "You did very well." The voice in his head informed him. "Thanks,
it was great to beat him up." Trevor answered, smiling. He finished cleaning
his brass knuckles and put them back into his dresser. "Wouldn't it be even greater to kill the Tenoh guy?" the voice now
asked sweetly. "I don't know." Trevor answered. "I don't want to be a killer." "Then hire one. In this city live people
that do anything for money." Trevor thought about this information for a
second. "You mean I shall pay someone for killing Tenoh?" "Exactly. And if you hire the right man, no one will suspect that you
had to do something with Tenohs death." "Right….but where do I find a
killer?" "Just let me do that. Go to
sleep now, Trevor." Trevor obeyed the voice – it sounded a lot like his
long dead father to him, and he was used to obey his dad. "Okay. I'll go to
sleep." Trevor went into his bedroom, fell on the bed and was sleeping
immediately.
