Haruka pulled the door open and immediately started to fire her machine gun at the stunned Mafiosi. Two of the men were killed immediately while the others drew their guns and started to return the fire. Haruka jumped forward, rolled over the floor and reached the desk. She threw it to the floor and ducked behind it, bullets hitting the thick wood. "Michiru, get outta here!" Haruka yelled. "I'll distract them!" She jumped up and fired a few bullets at the Mafiosi who also quickly ducked behind various objects. Michiru quickly ran out of the room, grabbing a coat that hung on the nearby hallstand on her way out. Haruka kept firing like a maniac while she slowly made her way to the door. She managed to kill almost everyone of the men, only the boss survived since he had locked himself up in the room Michiru had been held captive before. Haruka decided to let him be and quickly followed Michiru. The judge waited outside the room, aiming at the door she had closed behind. When Haruka came out, Michiru almost pulled the trigger, causing Haruka to jump aside yelling: "Watch it, it's me!" "Sorry." Michiru lowered the gun, and Haruka grabbed her arm. "We have to leave this place now." She demanded, already pulling Michiru away. "Okay okay, I'm coming!" Michiru informed her. "But you're ripping my arm off, Haruka!" "Sorry." Haruka let go of her friends arm, and the two of them quickly left the Mafia Headquarters.
Soon they were on the highway again, this time in a really beautiful City Rover. Michiru was driving this time, since Harukas rips still hurt like hell. Luckily, how Michiru had found out, Haruka only had a rip contusion, and none of the bones were broken. "Are you alright?" Michiru asked concerned when Haruka moaned a little bit, holding her hurting rips. "Yeah…don't worry. It just hurts." Haruka answered, turning on the radio afterwards. "There should be news any minute." She murmured. Michiru didn't answer but concentrated on driving. Finally it was time for the news, and Haruka looked at the radio worrying, wondering what the announcer would say. "As we just found out", the man spoke now, "did the police loose track of Haruka Tenoh and his captive Judge Michiru Kaioh." Haruka sighed with relief and leaned back into her seat. "They won't find us anymore…I hope." She informed Michiru, who smiled. "Good. I wouldn't want you to get shot down from a stupid police officer." Haruka smiled back when Michiru suddenly said: "Can I ask you something?" "Sure, go on." "When you said to the Mafiosi that you have been love sick for a few hours…did you mean it?" Haruka blushed and fiddled with her jacket. "Can we talk about this later? I don't really wanna discuss about such an important thing in a car." "Okay." Michiru agreed, silently hoping that Haruka really was in love with her.
When twilight came, Haruka and Michiru checked in at a small Motel next to the highway. Haruka signed them both in as "Mister and Mrs. Kino", and they received a double-bed-room, much to Michirus amusement. "So, honey, could you please carry the suitcase upstairs?" she asked her "husband" sweetly. Haruka grinned, grabbed the suitcase that contained her machine gun, a shotgun and a knife and carried it upstairs. Michiru followed her, giggling all the way up. "What's so funny?" Haruka asked amused while putting her suitcase in the corner next to the bed. "You", Michiru replied, and Haruka frowned at her. "Me? How come?" "Well…I didn't know that we are married, Mister Kino." Michiru managed to say before she broke into fits of laughter. Haruka watched her for a few seconds before laughing herself, something she hadn't done in years. Then she looked at the bed and frowned again. "Shimatta, they gave us a double bed. I guess I'll have to take the couch." "Nonsense." Michiru replied calmly. Haruka gave her a surprised look. "I don't mind sleeping next to you, Haruka." Michiru informed her. Haruka grinned sheepishly. "Good. The couch would've been uncomfortable anyway, I guess." Michiru sighed and rolled her eyes dramatically, causing Haruka to chuckle again. "Hey, let me check your rips." Michiru suddenly said, and before Haruka could give her an answer, the judge had pushed her down on the bed and unbuttoned her shirt. "Hey hey, you are a stormy one." Haruka grinned. Michiru fluttered her eyelashes at her. "Usually, yes." Haruka blushed and found something very interesting on the ceiling. Her head jerked up when Michirus gentle hands caressed her stomach. "Um, Michiru…not that I would mind you doing that, but my rips are a little bit higher." Michiru gave her a mischief grin. "I just needed a subterfuge to make you lie down on the bed." Harukas eyes bulged out. She wanted to say something when Michiru suddenly was tired of waiting and kissed her full on the lips.
