Chapter 2: Learning The Truth
Yamada drove his car into one of the uglier districts of Tokyo, unaware of his invisible guest Haruka, who was sitting on the passengers seat. The blonde had tried to touch some things in the car, only to find out that she couldn't. That really bothered her, but maybe there was a way to gather enough strength to be able to move things. She would have to find out about that later. Finally, Yamada reached his destination, and Haruka saw the two men who had murdered her, waiting in front of an old building. Yamada climbed out of the car, as did Haruka – there was no need for her to open the door, after all, she was a ghost – and approached them. "You did a great job." He spoke to the guy who had shot Haruka down. "As far as I know, police has no clue who murdered that bitch…and why." "Asshole, asshole, asshole!" Haruka sang behind him, walking around him to stop directly in front of the man who had murdered her. "Fuck you!" she said loudly. Suddenly, the man flinched and looked around, as if he heard something and couldn't quite detect the origin of the noise. "What's with you?" his partner asked, eyeing him curious. "Did you hear that?" the man asked. "No, what?" Yamada asked, unaware of Harukas presence. "Me, you piece of shit!" Haruka yelled into his face. He didn't react, but the killer flinched again. "There, it happened again! I heard a very soft voice talking!" "You are just tired." His partner replied. "Yamada, hand over the cash, so I can get him into bed." Yamada nodded and handed a thick envelope to the guy who had been driving the car. "Five hundred thousand yen, as we agreed on." The two men nodded and took the money while Haruka stood next to them, sulking. "Five hundred thousand? Not more?" "What about the other…thing?" The killer suddenly said. "Yeah, what about raping Tenohs little lesbian lover?" the driver added. Harukas eyes went wide while Yamada gave them a dirty grin. "You can do it. It'll help me to get her by playing the understanding loving friend." "No way!" Haruka shouted. "I won't let you touch her!" This time, no one heard her. "Good, let's get going." The killer spoke. "Wait!" Yamada butted in. "How much do you want for raping her?" The two men just laughed. "Nothing. It'll be enough payment for us that we can fuck her the whole night long." Haruka clenched her fists and snarled at the three men. Yamada grinned at the two criminals and nodded. "Good. Have fun, then." They chuckled and parted, Haruka this time following the two men.
One hour later, the two killers and the unseen Haruka arrived at Michirus apartment. Haruka ran upstairs as fast as she could – as a ghost, she didn't need to breathe, and so she didn't take the risk of running out of air – and jumped through the closed door, landing inside the apartment. She hurried into the bedroom, where Michiru laid, sleeping and dreaming. "Wake up!" Haruka yelled into her lovers face, without gaining the smallest reaction. "Michiru, wake up, goddammit!" At the front door, the blonde could already hear the two men, working at the lock.. Haruka took in a deep breath – well, sorta – and yelled as loud as she could: "WAKE UP!"
Michiru sat bolt upright, looking around. "Haruka…?" The aqua haired woman searched the room, until she remembered that her lover was dead.
Haruka let out a happy sigh, until she realized that Michiru still was in great danger. She rushed to the front door, just in time to see the two men breaking it up and entering the apartment. "Oh fuck!" the blonde moaned. She tried to touch the men, to keep them from entering the bedroom, but failed. Michiru let out a scream when she saw the two guys storm in; before she could scream long enough to wake one of the neighbors, a strong hand covered her mouth, and one arm pressed her down on the bed. Haruka came storming into the room, horrified at the picture she had to see. "Leave her alone!" the blonde screamed, as loud as she could. The man who had shot her looked up, startled, while his colleague held Michirus wrists behind her back. The aqua haired woman tried to scream and to get out of the man's grip, but he refused to let go of her and smacked her hard into the face. Seeing that caused a wave of violent anger to flood up inside Haruka. Letting out a roar, she jumped forward and tried to grab the man who held Michiru. Her hands closed around his shirt, and she yanked him off the bed.
Michirus eyes went wide when she saw how the man suddenly flew off the bed and got smashed into the wall. He yelped in pain, and suddenly his head violently flew to the right, blood spouting from his mouth. "What the…?!" His colleague gasped. In the very next second, something hit his face with unbelievable strength. He screamed in pain and started to back out of the room. "Masumo, come on!" he yelled at his colleague, his voice shrill with fear. "Let's get out! Something is wrong here!" Masumo nodded, and the two men ran out of the apartment.
Haruka sank to the floor, exhausted; it had taken her a lot of strength to grab and beat up those two thugs. Michiru sat in the bed, shaking and staring off into the distance. "Michiru…" Haruka tried to get to her feet, but failed. She smiled, happy about the fact that she had been able to save her lover, and then fell into a deep state of sleep. The kind of sleep ghosts have.