Finally, after a rather long period of crying, Michiru got to her feet again and called the elevator once more. When the doors opened, the aqua haired woman prayed that Haruka would stand inside again, but she didn't. Michiru sighed and entered the lift, pushing the button for ground floor. The elevator took her down, and when she reached the ground floor, Michiru walked out – only to look in the barrel of a gun.
"Don't move." The man who held the weapon hissed. "What are you doing here? It's way past office time." Michiru didn't dare to speak, but tried to get back into the elevator. The man reached out and grabbed her arm, holding it so tight that it hurt. "I said don't move." "What do you want?" Michiru asked fearfully. "Haruka, where are you?" she thought desperately. As if Haruka had heard her thoughts, suddenly a deep, angry voice spoke behind the man. "Let go of her." The burglar was startled and turned around to look. Suddenly he felt himself being grabbed and driven against the wall. The burglar stared at the blonde woman in front of him wide-eyed, and he yelped in fear when Haruka made two claws pop out of her right hand, pressing them against the sides of his neck. "I have a third one too." She whispered dangerously low. "Want me to make it come out?" "N-no." the man stammered, fear in his eyes. "You are The Wolf, aren't you?" he asked, his voice shaking. Haruka nodded, smiling at the burglar grimly. That was when she felt the double-barrel of a shotgun pressing against the back of her head. "Let go of my friend, freak." Michiru, who still stood with her back against the closed elevator doors, gasped. Haruka, on the other hand, let out a low growl and turned her head so slightly that no one noticed. Suddenly, her left arm swung backwards, the claws popping out and cutting off the shotgun barrels. Tiny balls of pellet rolled over the tiles, and the second burglar shrieked when the three claws stopped an inch from his throat. "You both leave now." Haruka commanded. "Before I change my mind and kill you." She flexed a few muscles in her forearm, and the claws vanished from sight. The two men quickly spun around on their heels and were gone before Haruka could count from one to three. "Thank you." Michiru spoke softly behind her. Haruka nodded without turning around. "You're welcome." "Please stay." Michiru whispered, choking on fresh tears that sprang to her eyes. "I can't." Haruka answered, her voice not much louder than Michirus. Michiru took a fast step forward and grabbed Harukas arm. "Oh yes, you can!" Haruka closed her eyes, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to run down her cheeks every second. "No, Michiru, I can't. It's too dangerous for you." "Why? You've been able to keep Weapon X down for six months now. Why shouldn't you come home with me?" Michiru demanded, and Haruka had to admit that this argument was true. And convincing. The blonde considered Michirus words for a moment and finally said: "Okay, you won. I'll come home with you." Michiru let out a happy squeal and jumped into the surprised Harukas arms. Haruka blushed and smiled down at Michiru before the couple shared a long, tender kiss. "Let's go home." Michiru spoke afterwards, and Haruka nodded. The taller blonde took Michirus hand into hers, and they made their way over to the car.
"I hope you know that I still have to help people." Haruka explained while she drove the car home. Michiru nodded and smiled. "I could help you with it, if you want me to." Haruka shot her a short, puzzled glance. "And how would you do that?" she then asked. "Well, what if you help people and do it as some kind of job?" "You mean, like a private detective?" Haruka asked, starting to like the idea. Michiru nodded enthusiastically. "And I'll be your secretary." That made Haruka laugh, and Michiru frowned at her. "What's so funny, Haruka?" "Oh, I just imagined you sitting at a huge desk, with glasses on your nose and a phone receiver penned between your shoulder and ear while you're taking notes for me." Michiru shook her head and sighed. Haruka pulled in the driveway that led to the house Michiru lived in. "Wrong." The blonde corrected herself. "The house Michiru and you live in." Haruka parked the car in the garage, and the two women got out. Haruka yawned and stretched, after all it was way past midnight. "I'm tired." She stated. "Even though I have a higher healing rate I still grow tired when I'm up to long. How can that be?" Michiru shrugged. "I don't know, Haruka." She paused a second before asking: "Does it hurt?" Haruka shook her head. "The metal doesn't hurt. But it hurts to pop out the claws." Michiru took Harukas hands into hers, studying them. On each back of the hand, three thin scars were visible, showing the spots where the blonde's claws broke through the skin each time. "Poor Haruka." Michiru whispered, giving her love's hand a gentle squeeze. Haruka smiled at her and said: "I got used to the pain by now. It's not that bad." She pouted. "It's just a pain if I have to pass a metal detector somewhere. How shall I explain that my skeleton is covered in metal to a customs officer who thinks I'm nuts?" Michiru covered her mouth and giggled, receiving a scolding look from Haruka for that. "Finally, Haruka is back." The aqua haired woman thought to herself, a happy look crossing her face. "And tomorrow, we'll start with our…agency."
Author's Notes: This is not over yet! It will be continued, I promise ^^