Haruka shook with laughter while Yamada screamed his lungs out. Finally, the man stopped screaming; his legs gave in underneath him, and he fell on his behind. His eyes widened when more words appeared on the screen: "Scared, Yamada?" "Yes", Yamada whispered, his whole body shaking. He stared at the screen in horror when the buttons of the keyboard started to move again. "You better be, piece of shit." Yamada fainted and hit the floor with a loud "THUD".
Haruka chuckled and typed a few more words into the computer before she got up and left the apartment, ready to scare two certain killers.
Masumo and his colleague, Tinoshi, sat in their apartment, wondering what had happened to them when they had tried to rape the Kaioh girl. "It's impossible that we imagined that." Tinoshi spoke while he carefully touched his nose, to find out if it the hit he received broke it. "You're right." Masumo replied, his lips swollen and his head aching. "I don't know what happened, but it sure was scary. Somebody…or something…grabbed me and pulled me off the bed." "Do you think it was Tenoh?" Tinoshi suddenly asked, his voice fearful. "Nonsense!" Masumo barked. "That would mean that she is a ghost! And ghosts don't exist!" "Are you sure about that?" a low, husky voice suddenly came out of nowhere. Both men flinched and looked around. "Did you hear that?" Tinoshi whispered. "It was Tenohs voice!" Masumo suddenly wasn't so sure about ghosts anymore. "You're right." Haruka spoke while she sat down on the table, between Tinoshi and Masumo. "You killed me, and you'll pay for it." "That can't be!" Masumo suddenly screamed. "You are dead! So leave us alone!" Haruka laughed, a sound which made the two killers flinch again. "You killed my body, but my soul is still here." She then spoke. Suddenly, Tinoshi laughed. "So, your soul is still here. Do you think we're afraid of someone who doesn't even have a body?" Haruka smirked, not caring about the fact that the two men couldn't see that. "I already beat you once, you remember? When you tried to rape my lover. I can do it again." With that, the blonde concentrated as hard as she could and lashed out. Her fist hit Tinoshis nose again, and he fell back, yelping in pain. "That friggin' ghost broke my nose!" the killer yelled. Masumo wanted to jump up and run away, but before he even had the chance to get up from his chair, he felt two strong hands landing on his shoulders and pushing him back on the chair. For one second, Masumo could see a pair of cold, teal eyes in front of him, and then the beating started.
Michiru was rummaging around the apartment, cleaning everything she found; that was one of the best ways to distract herself from Harukas death. Her cleaning rampage was disturbed when somebody rang the door bell. Michiru frowned, thinking that it couldn't be Harukas ghost – after all, ghosts can walk through walls – and opened. Yamada stood outside, his face pale, his breath unsteady. "Yamada?" Michiru asked surprised. "Can…can I come in?" Yamada asked. Michiru nodded and opened the door wide enough for the racer to enter. Yamada walked in and closed the door, looking around the room fearful. "Yamada, what's up with you?" Michiru asked. "Do…do you believe in ghosts?" Yamada asked, and Michiru had a short but hard moment when she tried to hide a smile. "Seems like Haruka visited him. But why should she?" "No, actually, I don't. Why?" the aqua haired woman lied. "I'm hurt." An all-to-known, low and husky voice whispered into her ear. An unseen, but known hand stroke her back while Yamada talked on. "Just out of curiosity…so ghosts don't exist?" "No." Michiru shook her head. "That's all I wanted to know." Yamada looked a lot better all of a sudden, he turned and left. As soon as the man was gone, Michiru turned around to "face" Haruka, who stood behind her. "Care to explain that to me, love?" she asked sweetly. A light chuckle could be heard. "I just scared Yamada a little. He's the one who let me get murdered." Michiru covered her face with one hand. "Really? Oh my God! I have to call the police!" "Won't help. There's no evidence that he had to do something with it." Came the blondes reply. Michiru sighed. "So you want to terrorize him some more?" she then asked. "Of course. He has to pay for what he did." Michiru let out a little sigh. "You know, Haruka…as soon as you did whatever you have to do, you'll be gone. Totally gone, I mean. I don't know if I can stand that." Suddenly, two strong arms wrapped around the aqua haired woman's waist, and a gentle voice whispered into her ear: "You will stand it, Michiru. I believe in you." The feeling of being held vanished, and Michiru realized that Haruka had left again.