Haruka barely had time to react, but her trained reflexes allowed her to save Michiru in time. The man in the lounge fired, and Haruka turned, jumped and tackled Michiru, pulling her to the ground with her – again. Michiru let out a desperate Ooff sound when the much taller and heavier Haruka landed on top of her, but she fell silent when the shot rang and hit the floor of the stage. Several shocked screams emerged from the audience, and Masanori jumped up. "Everyone, stay down!" Haruka now yelled while she came to her feet and pulled her gun out of it's halter. She aimed it at the man who had fired, but he turned out to be slower and shot once more. The bullet grazed Harukas right upper arm, causing her to let out a yelp, before she fired, too. The man quickly ducked, and the bullet missed him, much to the blondes dismay. Then, the attacker fled, leaving the bleeding Haruka and a shocked Michiru behind. Haruka sighed and put the gun back into the halter before a stinging pain in her arm reminded her of the wound the bullet had inflicted on her. And now, Michiru also saw the blood that stained her bodyguard's shirt. "Haruka, you're hurt!" she cried out while she came to her feet and ran over to the blonde. "It's not bad." Haruka replied, not noticing how Masanori gaped at his daughter. It was the first time that she cared for someone else than herself.
"There, all done." Michiru spoke while she sat back to admire the bandage she had wrapped around Harukas arm. "Thanks." Haruka replied, flashing one of her all-too-sexy smiles at the blushing Michiru. "You're welcome. I'm glad that you weren't hurt worse, Haruka." The violinist then spoke, her cheeks turning to an ever darker nuance of red. Haruka shrugged. "You shouldn't be worried about me." She then said. "I have to protect you, no matter what." "But I don't want you to end up in hospital just because of me." Michiru replied, looking down on the floor. Her eyes came up when Haruka gently patted the back of her hand. "Don't worry. I was never hurt badly during one of my jobs, and I don't think that it will happen this time." "So you never got badly hurt…but you did get hurt?" Michiru asked, frowning. Haruka nodded and, much to Michirus shock, started to pull her shirt out of her trousers. "What are you doing?" the violinist cried out. Haruka looked at her oddly before she pointed to the thin, almost three centimeters long scar that was right next to her navel. "I just want to show you this. What do you think I'm doing?" "Nothing." Michiru quickly replied, her cheeks turning pink once more. For one second she had thought that Haruka…oh, Michiru, stop this! The aqua haired woman scolded herself. Both women were jerked out of their thoughts when the door opened and Masanori poked his head in. "Hi Haruka, hi Michiru…Haruka, what are you doing??" Haruka groaned and rolled her eyes. "Why does everyone think that I'm doing something perverted?" she then spoke while she stuffed her shirt back in. Both Michiru and Masanori grinned and shrugged, causing Haruka to roll her eyes again. "It's obvious that you two are father and daughter." She then informed them. Both Michiru and Masanori chuckled before Masanori informed his daughter and her bodyguard: "Dinner will be ready soon." Haruka and Michiru nodded, and Masanori left again. Michiru let out a heavy sigh and came to her feet, a slightly uncomfortable expression on her face. "Is something wrong?" Haruka finally dared to ask, earning a little glance from the violinist. "Well…" Michiru sighed again, "I guess I'm…now I'm really scared. There's some maniac who's tried to kill me…twice." "Hey." Haruka put a gentle hand on her shoulder, much to the aqua haired girl's surprise. "It's perfectly normal to be scared now, Michiru. In fact, I would be pretty worried if you weren't scared at all." Michiru let out another sigh and sat down again. "But, Haruka…you never seem to be scared. No matter what happens around you, you always stay cool and react fast and correct." Haruka shrugged and replied: "Training." If she now would've told Michiru that she was scared, too, but just didn't show it, the atmosphere of trust would have increased. But thanks to the blonde's blunt answer, Michiru got a little angered at her bodyguard's arrogant behavior and immediately returned to her snobby behavior. "Well then, if you are trained so well, make sure that something like that", she poked the spot where Harukas arm had been gazed by the bullet, causing the blonde to yelp out in pain and surprise, "doesn't happen again. I don't think that my father wants to pay for two bodyguards." After saying the last word, Michiru turned around and left the room, leaving Haruka fuming.