For a few minutes, the cell was silent. Finally, Michiru spoke up: "Yes. I killed him." The words were not much more than a whisper, almost inaudible for Ami. The blue haired woman nodded and put a gentle hand on Michirus shoulder. "Why?" Ami asked gently. Michiru looked up at her, tears shimmering in her blue eyes. "I was forced to marry him." She whispered. "My dad found out that I'm…that I'm gay and forced me to marry Keiichi." Ami gently took Michirus arm and led her over to the desk that stood against the northern wall of the cell. "Come on, let's take a seat." Michiru nodded, and they sat down. "I married Keiichi without even knowing him. First he was nice, but after the honeymoon he showed his real self." "What did he do to you?" Ami asked, still in that gentle tone. "He beat and raped me when I did something that he didn't like." Michiru whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "And then…one night, after he had raped me again…I waited until he was asleep, then I took the gun from his night desk and…" Her voice cracked as a hard sob shook her body. "Shht. It's okay." Ami soothed her, pulling her into a hug and stroking her back. "No body in here will blame you for what you did. You went through hell, thanks to that guy, and you freed yourself from it. They shouldn't have sent you here, it's not right." "Well, I killed him, they caught me, and now I'm here." Michiru answered while she quickly dried her tears. Ami smiled and patted her new friend's arm. "And you're welcome here. Especially Haruka is glad that you came to us." Michiru blushed, to a deep shade of red, causing Ami to chuckle. "Could you stop that?" Michiru asked. "You don't even know for sure!" "Oh, yes I do." Ami answered. "I know Haruka since five years, and she never looked at anyone the way she looks at you. When she thinks nobody is watching, that is." Michiru giggled before she put her hand to her mouth to cover the yawn that escaped her. "Tired, huh? Let's go to sleep." Ami suggested. Michiru nodded, and the two women crawled into their beds. "Sleep well, Michiru." Ami spoke into the darkness. "You too, Ami." Came the soft reply. Soon, the cell was silent – except for the calm breathing of the two women.
"Finally! I'm starving" Makoto complained while she stood in the line, waiting for her breakfast. "You are always starving." Haruka answered, causing Ami and Michiru to giggle. Haruka flashed her trademark smile at Michiru, who stood next to her, and shrugged. "It's true, Makoto. And everybody knows that. Right, girls?" The last two words were yelled, and everyone in the cantina agreed. Makoto turned to a bright red, and Michiru had to laugh even more. Finally the four of them received their breakfast and made their way over to the desk, when suddenly Yukaja, Noriko and Soraja stepped into their way. "Haruka, we need to talk." Yukaja said sternly. Haruka glared at the Sister and answered: "I don't have time to talk now." The blonde wanted to walk past the Sisters, but suddenly Noriko lashed out and hit the tray with the breakfast from Harukas hands. It fell to the floor, the enormous noise drawing everyone's attention to the event. Haruka grabbed Norikos collar, her teeth clenched. "Now what do you think you are doing?" she asked, menace in her voice. Makoto stepped in front of the blonde and rose her fists. "Come on, Noriko, let's finish that!" "Oh, is the great big strong Haruka afraid to fight herself?" Noriko taunted. Suddenly Makoto was shoved away from behind, and Haruka yelled: "Then come here and get me!" Noriko growled and launched forward, her fist lashing out. Suddenly, she tripped and landed flat on her face. Michiru innocently pulled her foot back and whistled while all other prisoners – except for the remaining two Sisters – broke into fits of laughter. "Look at that!" Ami howled. "Michiru tripped her up!" Makoto stood laughing, her hands on her knees, her whole body shaking. Haruka was leaning on Michiru for support while tears of laughter ran down her face. A female officer poked her head in, saw the laughing prisoners, frowned, shrugged and left again. "Hey!" a tall woman with short brown hair spoke up while she slapped Michirus back so hard that the aqua haired woman had to cough, "well done!" "Thanks." Michiru replied, smiling. Haruka patted her back, too, and offered her a pack of cigarettes. "Want one?" Suddenly everyone fell silent and just stared. Haruka never shared her cigarettes with anyone; she was too much of a chain smoker to do that. Michiru hesitated for a moment before she took one of the offered cigarettes and smiled at Haruka. "Haruka gave her a cigarette!" one of the prisoners called out. "I think she's in love!" Haruka blushed furiously, quickly put her cigarettes back into her pocket and picked her tray up. "Nonsense!" she barked before she hurried over to her desk. Of course the blonde missed the knowing glances Ami and Makoto exchanged.