„Crap!" Haruka cursed when she ran out of strength and couldn't contact Michiru anymore. "I need to find a way so I can always be with her." The blonde mumbled to herself. She left the apartment, starting her search for a solution of her problem.
Kaori Makimura shooed out the last visitor she had had and closed the door, stifling a yawn. "I never thought that it could be that difficult to play a medium." She talked out loud. "Thank God I'm a good actress, so everyone believes me." She chuckled to herself. Being a young, beautiful woman, Kaori used her likeable looks to make her customers believe that she could contact ghosts. Of course she didn't believe in them; when you are dead, it's over. Running one hand through her long, brown hair, she turned around to walk into the bathroom and take a nice, long bath. "You shouldn't use those people like that." A deep, husky voice suddenly spoke. Kaori flinched and looked around, but couldn't see anyone. Wait…there was a bulge in the couch, as if someone was sitting on it. Kaoris eyes went wide, and she took a few steps back. "Don't be afraid." The voice now spoke. "I'm not here to hurt you. In fact, I need your help." "I don't believe in ghosts." Kaori stated. "Go away." The unseen – and unwelcome – visitor chuckled. "You are a medium who doesn't believe in ghosts? Shame on you. You're talking to a ghost right now, you know." "Hey, I know that voice." Kaori mused. "You sound like that racer who was murdered…Haruka Tenoh, right?" "Yep, that's my name. And I need your help." "What for? You are dead, go to eternal peace!" Kaori demanded. "I can't. There's something I need to finish before I can have my peace. And I need you to help me with it." "How can I help you?" Kaori asked, frowning. "I'm just an ordinary woman!" "No, you're a medium. A real one. Even though you think that you only play one. After all, you're talking to me right now." "But I can't see you." Kaori pointed out. "True." Haruka admitted. "Wait a second." Suddenly, the room became much colder, and Kaori started to freeze. She didn't notice the cold anymore when she saw what happened on her couch. First, two feet, dressed in black shoes, appeared; followed from a pair of strong legs in black slacks and an upper body, clothed with a white shirt. The head of the ghost was the last thing to appear; handsome, masculine features, teal eyes and shortcut, sandy blonde hair. Kaori noticed in awe that she could see the cushion of the couch through the woman's body. "Better now?" Haruka asked, her voice sounding somehow…compacter. The room returned to it's usual temperature while Kaori sat down, opposite to her visitor. "Much better. Thanks." Haruka grinned, showing perfect white teeth. "No problem. Well, a little problem. That's why I'm here." Haruka sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. "You see, I can't keep this up for long. It takes me a lot of strength to be visible and to touch other people." Kaori nodded, looking thoughtful. "I can understand that….but how could I help you with that?" Haruka shrugged. "You are the medium. Come up with something." Kaori hid her eyes. "You're good! How am I supposed to find out what to do?" Haruka grinned. "As I already said…you are the medium." Angered, Kaori grabbed an ashtray which sat on the desk and threw it after Haruka. The blonde didn't even blink when it went right through her, hitting the backrest of the couch. Haruka laughed at the pouting woman. "It's useless to throw things at ghosts. You should know that." Kaori sighed. "It was worth a try." Her eyes went wide when Haruka started to disappear again. "Oh crap." The blondes voice returned to it's former sound, a hollow, somehow incomplete way of talking. "You see, it's already over. I really need your help." Kaori sighed again and stood up. "Okay. I'll try to find something out…maybe the old books in the library have information about that. Where can I find you?" "You can't. I will find you when the time is right." A cold breeze passed Kaori, she shivered – and realized that Haruka was gone.
Michiru sat in her apartment, reading a romance novel Haruka had bought her for her birthday last year, when somebody rang the doorbell. Frowning, Michiru stood up and walked over to open it. "Is this Yamada again?" she wondered. The aqua haired woman opened the door, and suddenly she felt herself being grabbed and shoved into the hallway. Before she could scream, a strong hand covered her mouth, and she looked into Tinoshi's cold eyes. Masumo closed the door behind him and locked it. "Hello, Michiru." He then spoke. Tinoshi moved around her, slung his arm around her waist and held her tight. Michiru whimpered when Masumo reached out and caressed her cheek, before he slapped her hard across the face. "There's a few things we need to talk about." He then said, smiling.