Haruka stood over Tinoshis dead body, looking down at him with a slight feeling of satisfaction. Suddenly, the blonde flinched, as if some electrical shock went through her body. "What the…" she muttered, when the feeling suddenly repeated itself. Accompanied by the ghostly voice of her lover, Michiru, echoing through her head. "Yamada, no! Stop it, please! You are hurting me! Please…" "Shit!" Haruka yelled. She looked at the gun, then decided that it would take her too much strength to carry it all the way to Michirus apartment and ran out of Tinoshis bedroom, starting off into the direction where Michirus apartment was.
"Yamada, no! Stop it, please! You are hurting me! Please…" Michiru was crying out to the man who had caused the death of her lover while he held her arms over her head, pressing her down on her bed with the weight of his body. "Shut up, slut!" he barked at her. "Before Haruka comes to kill me, I want to have fun with you at least once!" Michiru opened her mouth to scream for help, but suddenly Yamada pressed his mouth over hers, practically ramming his tongue in it. Michiru screamed, but it came out muffled and way to soft to be heard. She felt like she had to throw up right now; Yamada ran his free hand up her shirt, squeezing her breast. Michiru finally managed to break free by turning her head to the side abruptly; she tried to scream again, but Yamada quickly pulled his hand out from under her shirt and covered her mouth. "I said, shut up, slut." He slapped her hard across the face, and the aqua haired woman started to cry. Yamada took his hand from her mouth for a second, but only to rip off her shirt and stuff a piece of it between her lips. "Here, that should make sure that no one interrupts us." He grinned at her, gently running one hand down her face, over her neck to her chest. He bent his head to whisper into her ear. "If you promise to hold still and don't fight me, I won't hurt you…much." He chuckled and continued massaging Michirus breasts, while she was crying silent tears into the pillow.
Haruka ran up the stairs that led to Michirus apartment, happy about the fact that she didn't need to breath and could run at high speed all the time. She jumped through the closed door, hearing the muffled cries of Michiru as soon as she stood in the hallway. "Oh crap! I hope I'm not too late!" she cursed while she ran over to the closed bedroom door. With one strong, long leap, the blonde jumped through the wood, only to find Michiru lying on the bed, with Yamada on top of her. The blonde could feel hot anger boiling up inside her, like lava that boiled up in a volcano shortly before it erupted. Haruka ran over to the bed with two huge steps, grabbed Yamadas collar, yanked him off and threw him against the door. With a loud breaking noise, a crack appeared in the wood, and Yamada slumped to the floor in a limp heap. "Ow…" he mumbled, holding his head. Haruka crawled on the bed and pulled the gag out of the crying Michirus mouth. "Shht." The blonde whispered, pulling her lover close and holding her tight. "Shht, it's alright." Behind her, Yamada came to his feet and reached under his jacket. With one swift move, the evil racer pulled out a revolver and aimed it at Harukas back. "Hey, Tenoh!" he yelled, causing Haruka to look over her shoulder and at him. She saw the gun and grinned. "Think you can hurt me with that?" she then asked, a sneering tone in her voice. "Not you. But your lover." Yamada replied, grinning. "And there is nothing you can do about it, Tenoh." Harukas eyes went wide when she realized that Yamada was right. If he shot her while she held Michiru in her arms, the bullet simple would go through her and hit her lover. And if she would try to move away from Michiru or become invisible, he would shoot, too. Either way, Michiru would get hurt and maybe even killed. "So, Tenoh, what are you going to do?" Yamada asked, laughing. "If you try to attack me, your dyke lover here is dead." Michiru started to cry again, this time in Harukas shirt. "Please…" the aqua haired woman whimpered, "please don't let him rape me…" "I won't." Haruka replied, stroking the long aqua colored locks. "Maybe I can manage to catch the bullet…" "Well, let's try!" Yamada yelled, aimed at Harukas back and shot.
Galen stood in the room, unseen by everyone, even Haruka. "Interesting." He mumbled. "She loves this girl enough to sacrifice herself, even though she knows that she has to go to Hell…we should reward that." The last four words were addressed to the tall, winged figure who stood next to him. "You are right." The man now spoke. "Do what has to be done, Galen." Galen nodded and bowed. "As you wish." He walked over to Haruka, who had squeezed her eyes shut, and put his hands on her shoulders.
The revolver went off with a deafening bang, causing both Haruka and Michiru to flinch. Haruka shortly wondered about some odd feeling that came over her, but all her thoughts vanished when suddenly terrible pain ran through her body. She looked down, ready to see Michiru shot and dying. What she saw was dark red blood staining her shirt.