The next morning, Haruka was the first one to awake. She stood up carefully, since she didn't want to wake Michiru, and went to get the morning paper. The tomboy rubbed her eyes sleepily and looked at the gazette. Her eyes widened, and she cursed so loud that she woke up the whole house: "SHIMATTA!"
Soon all four members of the Tenoh/Kaioh/Meioh/Tomoe household sat on the kitchen table, staring at the newspaper in disbelief. "Surprising Revelations About Violinist Michiru Kaioh!" the headline read. In the associated article, Angelica Jones claimed that Michiru didn't play herself, and that all her concerts were playback. Michirus face turned red with anger when she read the nasty accusing, and she started to curse like never before in her life. Harukas eyes grew wide at her love's tirade while Setsuna quickly covered Hotarus ears with her hands. "That stupid bitch!" Michiru hollered. "I should kick her a…." Haruka quickly covered Michirus mouth. "No no, you won't say that word!" the blonde demanded. "ASS!" Michiru yelled in her mind, and Haruka flinched at the loudness of her love's thoughts. Again. Setsuna saw her flinching and frowned, but didn't ask. "I'll call Jerry." Haruka now informed Michiru and stood up. Michiru nodded, still very angry, while Setsuna tried to calm her down. Haruka made a beeline for the phone and dialed Jerry's number.
One hour later, Haruka and Michiru sat in Jerry's office, both yelling at the poor man. In the adjoining room, CJ stood eavesdropping. "We have to find a solution about this." Jerry now said. "Guess what." Haruka shot back angrily. Right after her last word, the door opened and CJ scampered in. "I know a solution." "Because I was eavesdropping and know the whole story!" she thought to herself. "Have you been eavesdropping?" Haruka asked grinning, and CJ remembered her friends ability. "Ummm…yes." She admitted, a huge sweat drop looming heavily over her head. Jerry and Michiru glared at her while Haruka just shook her head. "So, if you know the whole story, what solution do you suggest?" Jerry finally asked. "Announce a press conference where Michiru will play her violin. Live, of course." Three hands slapped three foreheads, combined with an unison "Why didn't we think of that?"
"According to the false evidence Angelica Jones made to the Seattle Gazette, Michiru Kaioh and her agent Jerry Halliwell will give a press conference to prove that Michiru Kaioh does play herself and not use any playback." Haruka read aloud the next morning. Michiru grinned satisfied and nodded. "Good. When will it be?" "What?" Haruka asked dumbfounded. "The press conference, silly!" Michiru answered, giggling. "Oh." Haruka blushed. "Next week, on Monday." "Not until Monday?" Michiru thought sadly. Haruka gave her a smile and a short peck on the cheek. Michiru smiled and leaned at her love, to be rewarded with a gentle hug. "I love you." Haruka whispered into her ear. "I love you too." Michiru sighed happily, and the couple shared a long, gentle kiss. That was when the doorbell rang. Haruka sighed and wanted to get up and answer the door, but Michiru was faster. "I'll go get it." "Okay." Haruka answered, leaning back and closing her eyes. "Just open the door, dyke." An all-to-known voice suddenly came. Harukas eyes shot open. "Open it and I will make sure that you will not give a conference. Never. And if your racer girlfriend opens, she won't race anymore." Haruka jumped up and started to run. She arrived at the hallway only to see how Michiru reached for the doorknob. "Michiru, no!" Haruka shouted on top of her lungs. Michiru stopped, her hand an inch away from the knob, and turned around. "What is it, Haruka?" "Don't open." Haruka panted. "It's Angelica." "How come you know?" Michiru asked, frowning. "I'll explain later. Now please, go away from the door!" Before Michiru could answer, a shot rang outside. A small hole appeared in the wood of the door, and Michiru moaned. Before she slumped into Harukas arms and the tomboy could see the bullet wound in her back.
Setsuna and Hotaru reached the hospital and quickly made their way to the operating room number one, where Michiru was taken care of. Haruka sat on the hallway on one of those uncomfortable orange plastic chairs, her face buried in her hands. Hot, salty tears ran down her cheeks and dropped on the floor. Setsuna sat down next to the blonde and silently put a hand on her shoulder. "She'll be okay, Haruka." The senshi of time and space promised. The only answer she received from the blonde was a strangled sob. "Haruka-Papa." Hotaru said, hugging her crying papa. "It's all my fault." Haruka whispered between racked sobs. "I should've warned her faster…I knew what Angelica planned, and I didn't do anything to keep her from doing it…" "You couldn't have known that, Haruka." Setsuna tried to calm her friend down. "I knew." Was the muffled reply. "I can hear what women think, Setsuna."
A/N: Whew, that turned out dramatic, didn't it? That was not planned, not at all. Sorry ^_^
