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Alrighty, finally this is the last chapter ... sorry it took me a while to update, I had a temporary brain block ... thanks for reading, tell me what you think about it!
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Michiru walked into the hospital, wanting to check up on Haruka's condition one more time before she got her revenge. She stared at the scrawled note of Hasako's address, debating with herself whether or not she could actually go through with this. Yes, he deserved it more than anyone else. He deserved to die for everything that he put Haruka through. She knew that if she tried to prosecute him in a court of trial that she wasn't guaranteed to win, especially if Haruka wasn't ... wasn't ... Not to mention that even if he did get sentenced, he'd be back out in several years. No, he had to die.
Sitting next to her lover for a while she suddenly several familiar voices coming from outside the room. We're not letting you go in there! You're just lucky enough that we don't have you arrested! That was Yatero's voice. Ha, you don't have any evidence that I had anything to do with it. A friend can visit a friend. Don't even think about it. There was suddenly the commotion of a small rumble going on, before a loud crashing noise. The noise was so loud that it drowned out a faint beeping from one of the machines ...
Hasako opened the door only to meet Michiru's face. You're not allowed to visit her. she said sternly, clutching her bag even tighter. We'll just see about that. he replied, pulling a fist back and punching her in the face. She fell back and immediately pulled her gun out. GET OUT OF HERE! she shouted, stumbling to her feet. Hasako laughed, What are you going to do, kill me? Before she could respond he kicked the gun out of her hand and knocked her onto the floor, locking the door to Haruka's room.
You know, I could screw you right here right now and you're little dyke friend wouldn't be able to do a thing about it. He grabbed her by her collar and pulled her up against the wall, pinning her wrists above her. Hasako suddenly looked to the side as there was a lound thump onto the floor. Wanna bet? A hoarse voice said silently. He gasped and stared into a pair of cold teal eyes, Haruka's hands holding the gun that Michiru had. She squeezed the trigger, blood splattering in large droplets across the window.
The blonde dropped the gun and leaned her head back against a wall breathing deeply; Michiru crawled towards her and hugged her tightly, tears of happiness flowing out of her eyes. As several nurses and doctors followed by a bruised Yatero entered the room, Haruka said heavily between breaths, What goes around comes around ...
The End