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.