After the two men had left her apartment, Michiru sat on her bed, her whole body shaking. "Something invisible and strong saved me from being raped." She thought to herself. "Could it be that it was Haruka?" Michiru frowned at that thought; she did believe in ghosts, but she didn't think that her lover had become one of them. "Well, there's a way to find it out." She spoke out loud, not knowing that Haruka laid only one meter away, sleeping on the floor. Michiru walked out of the bedroom and into the living room; she opened one of the cupboards and dug around in it until she found the thing she had been looking for. It was a rather old Ouija board, a simple wooden plate with the numbers 1 to 10, the alphabet and the words "Yes" and "No" on it. Michiru dug the pointer, a small triangle shaped piece of wood, out of the cupboard and put it on the board. She concentrated and recalled Harukas image in her mind.
Haruka awoke from her sleeplike state when she felt something weird, as if someone was pulling her out of the room. The blonde came to her feet and followed the feeling, which led her into the living room. There, she found Michiru sitting on the floor, staring at the Ouija board she had bought long ago. "Now what is she doing?" Haruka murmured, sitting down opposite to her lover. "Haruka?" Michiru whispered. „Haruka, are you here?" Haruka looked down on the board, and much to her surprise, the wooden pointer suddenly slid over to "Yes". "Hey, I can move this thing by looking at it!" Haruka grinned. Michiru stared at the little pointer in awe. "Can you prove it?" she then asked. The pointer described a little circle on the board and stopped at "Yes" again. Michiru patiently waited and watched how the pointer slid from one letter to the next, forming words. "We…are…together…since…February 25th." Michiru smiled and looked up, and although she couldn't see Haruka, she looked directly into the blondes face. Haruka gave her a little smile before she concentrated on the board again. "I love you." Michiru read out loud. "I'm sorry for leaving you." "Oh, Haruka, it's not your fault!" Michiru cried out. "You were murdered!" The pointer started to move again. "I should've taken better care." Michiru read. "Don't think like that." She then begged. "How come you are a ghost?" Haruka shrugged, until she remembered that Michiru couldn't see her, and returned her concentration to the board. "I don't know. Maybe there's something I have to do before my soul can rest in peace." Michiru covered her mouth with one hand, and a sob shook her body. "Oh God, Haruka…" Haruka rushed over to her and knelt down next to her, trying to put a gentle hand on her shoulder. She felt the fabric of Michirus night shirt (A/N: Remember, it's in the middle of the night) and realized that she could touch her love this time. Michiru looked up, surprise in her eyes, when she felt someone touch her shoulder. "Ha…Haruka?" the aqua haired woman whispered. "Yes." Haruka replied softly. And Michiru heard her. "Oh God…" she sobbed, while invisible arms wrapped around her, holding her tight. Michiru buried her face in Harukas chest and felt how the blonde stroke her hair. "I love you." Haruka whispered into her ear. "I love you too." Michiru replied, looking up. She couldn't see Harukas face, but she instinctively knew where it was. Reaching out, her fingers touched soft and surprisingly warm skin. Haruka closed her eyes and let out a happy little sigh. "Michiru…it costs me a lot of strength to touch you and be touched by you. I don't know how long I can keep it up." "I don't care." Michiru whispered. "Kiss me, as long as you are able to…" Haruka bent down, and they sank into a deep, passionate kiss.
Yamada was sitting in his living room, surfing the internet and typing up some emails at the same time. He yawned and rubbed his eyes; although he was tired as hell, sleep wouldn't come to him. "I need a cup of coffee." He talked out loud. That was when he heard a weird sound from behind him, and turned to look. The rocking chair he always sat in when watching TV was moving. Yamadas eyes bulged out, and he jumped up. "What the…" The chair stopped it's movement, and Yamada sat back down. "Must've been a hallucination. Now what did I want…? Oh yeah, coffee." He stood up and left the room.
Haruka rose from the rocking chair, grinning. She had given Yamada quite a shock when she had started to rock back and forth, but that wasn't enough for her. She walked over to the computer and sat down.
When Yamada returned with a cup of coffee, he stopped in the middle of the room, staring at the screen of his PC in pure horror. The buttons of the keyboard were moving, typing the same word over and over into the email he had been writing. "Murderer Murderer Murderer Murderer" Yamada read the accusation, his eyes wide open. He dropped the coffee cup, the brown liquid forming a nice puddle on the floor. "Who…who are you?" the scared man whispered, and he started to scream when he read the next word that was typed down. "Haruka."