Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Trevor awoke from his slumber, again with a dull headache. Only that this time it was worse than the first one he had suffered from. "Dad?" he spoke in to the dark room. "I'm here, son." Trevor slowly stood up from the bed. "Did you find a killer, dad?" "No, but I brought you something." Trevors eyes lit up. "Really? What?" "Look into your living room, son." The voice answered. Trevor left his bedroom and walked into the living room. On the big desk that stood in the middle of it laid a heavy gun.

Haruka finished her shower and stepped out, shivering when her foot touched the cold tiles. She grabbed her black bathrobe and put it on, not wanting to run around in the house naked. She walked into the kitchen were Michiru stood, cooking dinner. She was so absorbed from her work that she didn't notice Haruka coming in. Haruka grinned before screaming: "BOOH!" "Eep!" Michiru yelped, dropping the spoon she had been holding. Haruka cracked up, earning a death glare from her friend. "How dare you shocking me like this?" Michiru yelled, picking up her spoon and waving it menacingly at her laughing friend. "Sorry…" Haruka managed to say while tears streamed down her face from laughing so much, "but…hahahahaha!" Michiru knocked Haruka on the head lightly with her spoon and continued her cooking while Haruka sat on the bench, rubbing her head. "Ouch. That was mean, Michiru!" The tomboy complained. Michiru just grinned at her before cooking on.

"But Dad, I can't do this!" Trevor yelled while he looked at the gun in shock. "Why not?" his father asked calmly. "I'm not a killer!" Trevor demanded. "You'll do as I tell you!"  his father suddenly shouted. Trevor flinched and lowered his gaze. "Yes father." He finally said, grabbing the gun. "I'll do it." And with that, he left his flat.

"That was wonderful, Michiru." Haruka told her friend after finishing the dinner. "Thanks." Michiru answered, blushing. Haruka smiled at her and got up to clean the desk. "I'll do the dishes." The blonde said. "You go relax now." "That's nice of you." Michiru answered thankful. She strolled into the living room, propping down on the couch and grabbing her book. From the kitchen, she could hear Haruka clattering with the dishes. Michiru smiled before turning on her stomach and starting to read. Soon Haruka had finished the dishes and came into the living room, too. "Hey. Interesting book?" "Yeah, but you won't like it. It's  a romance novel." Haruka rolled her eyes before patting Michiru on the back. "You and your love books. Hey, you are all tensed. Want a little massage?" "Oh, that would be so wonderful." Michiru sighed, putting her book away. Haruka started to knot the tense muscles, slowly causing them to relax. Michirus slim neck laid directly in front of her, and Haruka felt a sudden urge to kiss her friend. "Don't." she thought to herself. Michiru almost fell asleep, her eyes closing, when she suddenly felt soft lips kissing her neck. She moaned happily, turning on her back and facing Haruka, looking at her with a serious gaze. Haruka interpreted that wrong and blushed. "I'm sorry, Michiru, I shouldn't have…" The blonde jumped up. "Haruka!" Michiru called out, but it was too late. Haruka had stormed into her room and slammed the door shut, locking it behind her. Michiru sighed and softly knocked. "Haruka, open the door." There was no answer. Inside, Haruka sat on her bed, her head in her hands. "She'll hate me now." The blonde thought to herself, depression overwhelming her. "Dear God, what have I done?" Michiru knocked again. "Haruka, please open the door." Again there was no answer. Michiru gave a heavy sigh before talking to the closed door. "Haruka, I'll go into the living room now. If you want to talk, come." The aqua haired woman waited two more minutes before going into the living room. She sat there for ten minutes when the door opened and Haruka slowly walked in, her head lowered. Michiru had to smile and said: "Don't walk in here as if I wait with an axe to cut your head of. Darling." Harukas head came up at the last word. Sure, Michiru had called her darling before, but this time it sounded…different. Michiru patted the seat next to her. "Sit down, Haruka." Haruka obeyed her and looked at her friend nervously. Finally she spoke up. "Michiru, I'm sorry about what happened before." Michiru gently took her friends hand. "Don't be, Haruka." Haruka looked at her surprised. "Don't be? What do you…" Before she could finish the sentence, Michiru had bent forward and kissed her fully on the lips. Harukas eyes nearly doubled in size, and they almost fell out when Michirus tongue entered her mouth. Finally the blonde realized that her dream came true, wrapped her arms around Michiru and responded to the kiss. They kissed what seemed like an eternity and finally parted, both breathless. "But…but I thought you…" Haruka managed to say, sounding worried. Michiru just smiled at her friend. "I made up my mind, Haruka. When you were in hospital, I did a lot of thinking. And I realized that you mean more to me than I thought before." She took a deep breath and continued talking. "I thought that you could die, and that image gave a sting to my heart…that was when I realized that I love you, Haruka." Michiru had avoided her friends gaze while doing her little speech, and now she looked at her. The sight made her gasp. It was the first time that Haruka cried in front of her.