"She's a snobby little bitch who doesn't give a damn about anything than herself." Haruka growled into the phone, earning a little chuckle from Peter. "Oh come on, Haruka. Remember, you are not supposed to like her. You are supposed to protect her." Haruka just sighed and replied: "But how can I protect her when she won't let me?" "Make her." Peter replied, as cool as the night is dark. "Ha ha." Haruka countered before she sighed and finally said her goodbye. She hung up the phone just when the door opened and Michiru walked in, the violinist not bothering to waste a single look at her bodyguard. Haruka shot her an angered look before she followed her into the dinner room, where Masanori was already waiting. Of course the elderly man felt the tension between his daughter and her bodyguard and had to stifle a sigh. "I hope you like what my cook prepared." He then spoke, looking at Haruka. The blonde gave him a smile and nodded before she sat down, next to Michiru. "Do you have to sit so close to me?" the violinist mumbled, earning an angered glare. "Yes. If somebody tries to attack you, I need to be close to you." Haruka replied, in her mind already strangling the snobby girl. Michiru didn't bother to answer, but picked up her fork and started to eat. Or, at least, she tried to start. All of a sudden, a weird stench reached Harukas nostrils, and with a move as fast as lightning, her hand shot forward and grabbed Michirus hand, holding it in mid-air. "What the…" Michiru shrieked, but she fell silent when Haruka grabbed the plate with the other hand and held it under her face. "Smell." The blonde commanded. "Huh?" Michiru replied intelligently before the terrible stench struck her. "Eww, yuck! What's that?" the aqua haired girl cried out, shoving the plate away from her. "Poison." Haruka replied before she sniffed again. "Well, seems like your cook made a mistake." She then said. Masanori and Michiru gaped at her. "You think it was the cook?" Masanori finally cried out, and Haruka nodded. "But he didn't think about a pretty important factor." She then spoke. "When the poison he used comes in touch with curry, it develops this terrible smell. If he hadn't used curry, no one would have noticed." Slowly, the blonde rose from her chair. "I suggest you call the police and have your cook arrested, before…" A sharp clicking sound behind her, followed by something hard, cold pressing against her neck made the blonde shut up. "He has a gun!" Michiru screamed, and behind Haruka the cook laughed.
"Some bodyguard you are." The man taunted, pressing the gun harder against Harukas neck. "And what are you going to do now?" Haruka gritted her teeth while Masanori and Michiru sat on their chairs, both paralyzed with fear. "You want to know what I'm going to do?" Haruka now asked, earning a chuckle from the cook. All of a sudden, the blonde fell to one knee, to fast for the man to react, and swept him off his feet by performing a fast roundhouse kick. The cook yelped in surprise when he crash landed on his butt, his finger pulled the trigger, the shot rang and hit the ceiling. "Both get down!" Haruka yelled at Michiru and Masanori while she dove forward, her right knee nailing the cooks hand to the floor while her hands grabbed his collar. "Let go of the gun!" the blonde screamed at the cook. "Now!" She heard the clattering sound of the gun falling to the ground and shouted: "Michiru, get it!" Michiru quickly obeyed her without thinking long about it, and reached out to took the gun. The cooks hand closed around her wrist, and the violinist cried out in fear. Her eyes went wide when Haruka punched the mans face, causing him to let go of Michiru again. "Ow! Why you little…" he cursed, only to receive another punch. Haruka quickly rolled him on his stomach, holding him down with one hand while she produced a pair of handcuffs from her jacket with the other. The blonde quickly chained the mans hands behind his back and finally stood up, panting. She grabbed the cooks collar and pulled him to his feet, shoving him face first against the wall. "Call the police." The bodyguard spoke. Masanori nodded and ran off while Haruka closed her eyes for a moment, trying to regain her breath. "Are you alright?" Michiru softly asked. Haruka nodded, slamming the cooks face against the wall when he tried to get out of her grip. "I'm fine, don't worry." She then spoke. Masanori came running back in, huffing and puffing. "Police will be here soon." He spoke. Haruka nodded again, and finally let go of the cook. She pulled her gun, pressing it against his back. "Be nice and still, and I won't harm you." She snarled. Michiru looked at the blonde, a dreamy look in her eyes. "I never thought Haruka could be that sexy…" the violinist thought to herself, smiling a little. "I never thought you could be one of the people who want to kill my daughter!" Masanori now yelled at the cook, causing Michiru to snap out of her thoughts. The cook just laughed before he glared at Michiru. "We'll get you!" he yelled at her, causing the aqua haired girl to flinch. "We are way too many for your bodyguard to handle! You are going to die!"