Haruka stood on the street, laughing her behind off, while Yamada ran for his life. "Haruka!" a deep, male voice suddenly thundered, causing the blonde ghost to jump. She looked around startled and finally spotted the owner of the voice, a tall man, who was dressed completely in white. His long white beard reached down to his belly, while the even longer white hair almost came down to his legs. "How are you?!" Haruka asked, surprised. "And why can you see me?" The man walked closer to her, leaning on a wooden oak stick. "I can see you because I'm a ghost like you. And my name's Galen, by the way." "Nice to meet you…I think." Galen chuckled at the last remark. "Well…I'm here for a good reason, Haruka." The blonde eyed him curiously, eager to find out what he was talking about. "You want to know why you're a ghost, right?" Galen asked. Haruka nodded. "Would be interesting to find out." She admitted. "You see, you are still a ghost because you died too early." Haruka huffed at that. "Whoa, I never would have been able to guess that myself." Galen just grumbled at her sarcastic remark before he talked on. "Well, the reason why you are a ghost is that you have to protect your lover." "Michiru?" Haruka asked, and Galen rolled his eyes. "No, Yamada. Of course Michiru, you moron!" Haruka cringed at the cynical remark of Galen and blushed. "Sorry. So, what do I have to do?" "You already started it." Galen informed her. "Yamada engaged two professional killers, who killed you. Do you know why he did that?" "Because he's after my woman." Haruka growled. Galen nodded. "Right, Haruka. So, I guess you can figure out what you have to do." "Kill Yamada and Tinoshi. Masumo is already dead." "I know that. And you are on the right way, Haruka. As soon as you killed Tinoshi and Yamada, Michiru will be safe and your soul will be free." Haruka nodded, looking thoughtful. "And then I'll go to Heaven?" Galen shook his head. "No, to Hell." "What?" Haruka stumbled back, looking shocked. "What do you expect? You'll murder three people and still hope to go to Heaven? Dream on." "But…but that's not fair!" Haruka blurted out. "If I don't kill them, I have to stay a ghost forever, but if I kill them, I go Hell?!" Galen shrugged. "It's not me who made the rules. You kill someone, you go to Hell. That's it." Haruka sat down on the sidewalk and rested her head in her hands. "Decide what you are going to do." Galen advised the blonde. "I'm trying!" Haruka snapped back. She thought about the options for a few minutes. "…and there is no way to kill those two bastards and still go to Heaven?" she then asked. "Well…there is a way." He finally said. "Yeah? So tell me!" Haruka demanded. "You can go to Heaven…if Michiru agrees on taking your place in Hell as soon as she died."
One hour after Galen had left, Haruka was still sitting on the sidewalk. Several people walked through her without noticing that she sat there, but she didn't care about them. Her mind was racing. "I can't send Michiru to Hell. But if I don't kill Tinoshi and Yamada, she'll live in constant danger. If I do kill them, I will go to Hell." Haruka let out a sigh and finally stood up. She brushed off her clothes absent-minded, until she remembered that a ghost's clothing didn't get dirty, and made her way back to Michirus apartment.
When Haruka arrived there, Michiru already laid in her bed, sleeping. Haruka sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her lover's peaceful face. "I can't send her to Hell." She the thought to herself. "I just can't. I'll go there myself as soon as I finished my mission." Bending down, Haruka brushed her lips lightly over Michirus. The aqua haired woman felt a cold breeze blowing over her face, and she shifted in her sleep. "Sleep well, Michiru." The blonde whispered. "And remember, I'll always be with you." The blonde straightened up again and let out a little sigh. "Time to get rid of two certain bastards." She then said to herself. After one last look on Michirus sleeping form, Haruka turned around and left the bedroom.
When Tinoshi awoke the next morning, he had the worst hangover. "Owww…" the man groaned, holding his head. "Feeling bad?" an all-too-known voice suddenly came. Tinoshi let out a little yelp and looked over to the comfy chair that stood at the northern wall of his bedroom. Haruka sat in it, grinning at him. A black, heavy gun laid on the small desk next to her; it was the gun Masumo had used to kill the blonde. "What…what do you want?" Tinoshi asked fearful, remembering his partner's gruesome death. "Guess." Haruka replied coldly. She reached for the gun and aimed it at Tinoshis head. "Please." The killer now whimpered. "Don't kill me…" "Dream on." Came the short, cold reply. Then the shot rang, disturbing the quiet morning, and blood splattered on the linen of Tinoshis bed.