Chapter 1: Invisible
When Michiru returned from the mortuary, Haruka was sitting in the living room, waiting for her to come home. When the blonde heard the key turning in the lock, she happily jumped up to greet her love. The blonde had been very worried about her lover; when she had arrived at home, nobody had been there. "Michiru!" Haruka called out, walking out of the living room and into the hallway. She immediately saw that Michiru had been crying and shot her a worried look. "Michiru? Are you alright?" No answer. Michiru closed the door behind her and locked it, before she leaned against the wood and slid down on it, until she was sitting on the floor. She started to cry heavily again, and Haruka rushed to her side. "Michiru, what happened?" Again, Michiru didn't answer her question. Instead, she kept sobbing "Why? Why?" all the time. Haruka was really worried now, and she tried to put a gentle hand on Michirus shoulder.
Michiru looked up when she suddenly felt a cold breeze blowing through the apartment, and then a shiver ran down her spine.
Haruka sat next to her lover, staring at her hand in horror. When she had tried to touch Michiru, her fingers went right through the aqua haired woman's body, as if Michiru didn't really exist. "Or if I don't really exist." Haruka thought to herself, and the memory struck her like a bolt of lightning. The men in the car, the gun, and the shot…"Into my head." Haruka whispered, shocked. "They killed me…I'm…I'm a ghost?" That was an even bigger shock then the one before, and Haruka had to sit down. There she sat, on the floor, looking into Michirus face. And her lover couldn't see or hear her. Michiru buried her face into her hands and cried, sobbing Harukas name. "I'm sorry." Haruka whispered, outstretching one hand. She pulled back again when she remembered that her hand simply would go through Michiru, and maybe this would effect her lover somehow. "I'm so sorry, Michiru…" Haruka sat opposite to her love, watched how she cried – and wished she could be able to touch her.
Finally, after a seemingly endless time, Michiru stopped crying and stood up from the floor. She walked into the bathroom, followed by the unseen Haruka, undressed and got into the shower. She turned on the hot water, hoping that the shower would help her relax a little – although she knew that it wouldn't. Her lover had died, and now Michiru had no chance to tell her how much she loved her. "Why, Haruka?" the aqua haired woman whispered. "Why did you have to leave me?" She finished her shower and got out, looking at herself in the mirror. The face that stared back to her was pale, the reddened eyes framing a strong contrast to the color of the skin. Suddenly, much to Harukas shock, Michiru let out a pain filled, heart-wrenching scream and slammed her fist against the mirror, causing it to shatter. The aqua haired woman's knuckles were torn open and started to bleed, but Michiru didn't seem to feel it. She fell to her knees crying again, and it almost broke Harukas heart to see her lover like this. Suddenly, Michirus crying was interrupted by someone knocking at the front door. Michiru came to her feet, quickly dried her tears and walked over to the door. She opened it, only to see herself looking at Harukas racetrack colleague, Yamada. "Hi Michiru." The man softly spoke. "Hi." Michiru replied, looking down on the floor. Haruka stood behind her, staring at the man, fuming. He always had been after Michiru, and now he came to visit her! "I'm not even dead for a whole day, and he already tries to hit on her!" Haruka raged, knowing that no one could hear her. "I'm terribly sorry for your loss." Yamada now spoke. "I wish I could do something to comfort you." "No." Michiru answered, sounding awfully tired all of a sudden. "You can't. Just…just leave me alone, okay?" Yamada nodded and gave her a little smile. "If you feel lonely or need someone to talk to…you have my number." "Asshole!" Haruka screamed into the man's face. Michiru just nodded. "Thanks, Yamada." She waited until the man had left and closed the door again. Haruka quickly rushed out before her lover did so, figuring that she couldn't do anything to help her, and decided to follow Yamada. She had a certain feeling that the racer wasn't all innocent when it came to the fact that Haruka had been murdered. The blonde followed Yamada on the street and climbed into his car with him, all of that going unnoticed. Being a ghost did have certain advantages.