After Haruka had readjusted the cupboard in Michirus room, the aqua haired violinist was pretty pissed off. "You put it in front of the window! It's all dark now!" "What do you prefer?" Haruka replied, her voice showing her anger clearly. "Turning on the lights in your room, and live, or put the cupboard away from the window and die?" Michiru gulped at that and decided that it would be better to shut up. For now. Finally, after a few moments of silence, Michiru spoke up again. "Haruka, I'm giving a concert tonight. Do you think I should cancel it?" Haruka looked at her surprised; she would've expected the violinist to say something like "I'll play, no matter what". "No…" the bodyguard now slowly spoke, "I don't think that it'll be necessary to cancel the concert. I'll make sure that every guest who comes to listen has to go through a personal search, and if we find weapons, the owners won't be allowed to enter." Michiru nodded, satisfied with this decision. "And where will you be?" she then asked. Haruka gave her a little, somehow sexy smirk. "Well…since your piano player won't have time tonight, I'll take his part." Michiru gaped at her bodyguard. "You can play the piano?" she then asked, surprise in her voice. Haruka nodded, her smirk turning into an even sexier grin. "Yep, in fact I can." "Prove it." Michiru replied, a mischief glint in her eyes. Haruka shrugged and walked out of the room, followed by Michiru, who now led her to the music room. Haruka immediately sat down at the piano, cracked her knuckled and then started to play "For Elise", a pretty difficult song. Michiru, who had been leaning against the doorframe with a skeptical look before the blonde had started to play, couldn't believe what she heard. Harukas fingers danced over the keys of the piano, hitting the right ones every time and not making a single mistake throughout the whole song. Finally, the blonde was done, turned around on the chair and looked at Michiru. "That was wonderful." The aqua haired woman whispered, honest approve in her eyes. "Thanks." Haruka answered, blushing a little. "I guess that means that you'll accept me as your pianist?" Michiru nodded, smiling at her bodyguard for the first time.
One by one, the people who wanted to listen to Michirus concert had to go through the personal search, much to the dismay of most of them. Finally, the procedure was finished, and everyone was allowed to take a seat in the audience hall. "We didn't find any weapons." Haruka whispered to Michiru while they walked from the backstage area on stage. "Good." Michiru whispered back. "Do you think that the death threat was a hoax?" she then asked. Haruka shrugged. "I don't know. We have to find out." Michiru sighed. "That's a little dangerous, don't you think?" Haruka shrugged and replied: "Well, I'm here to protect you. That's my job. Protect the client, no matter the cost." "No matter the cost?" Michiru repeated, stopped walking and frowned at Haruka, who nodded. "Does that mean that you have to take the risk of getting hurt or even killed when you protect someone?" Haruka nodded again, and Michiru shivered. "Now that wouldn't be a job for me." Haruka chuckled and pointed towards the curtain. "Let's get on stage, shall we?" she then spoke. Michiru nodded, and the two of them walked out, to be greeted with frantic applause.
The concert passed by without any incidents, much to Haruka and Michiru's relief. Haruka accompanied Michirus playing, and the guests were practically roaring with applause and praise, giving both of them standing ovations. Masanori sat in the first row, smiling up at his daughter, but feeling sorry for Haruka the next moment. He knew that Michiru usually didn't care about her pianists; she got all the praise while the men who accompanied her left the stage unnoticed. So, it was a huge surprise for Masanori when Michiru suddenly turned around, walked over to the piano, took Harukas hand and led her forward until both of them stood in the middle of the stage, where Michiru had been standing during the concert. "Applause for my great pianist, Haruka Tenoh, please!" Michiru now spoke into the microphone, before she stepped aside and smiled at Haruka, who blushed heavily. Masanori, on the other hand, nearly fell of his chair. The crowd was still applauding, when a silver glint in one of the lounges caught Harukas eye. Looking up, the blonde saw a dark haired, tall man – who now carefully aimed a gun at Michiru.