Chapter 5: A Father's Love
After police had come and had taken the cook with them, Michiru made up an excuse and vanished into her room. Haruka and Masanori exchanged a worried glance before Haruka hurried after the aqua haired woman. The blonde softly knocked the door, waiting for an answer. "Yes?" Michirus voice finally came, sounding slightly muffled. Haruka frowned and spoke: "Michiru, it's me. Can I come in?" Silence. Haruka waited…and waited…and waited some more. Finally, the violinist's voice came again. "If you want to…" Haruka smiled a little before she opened the door and peeked in. Michiru laid on the bed, her face buried in the pillows. "Hey. You alright?" the blonde asked while she walked closer to the bed. Michiru sat up, and her red eyes clearly showed that she had been crying. "Well, if you ask like that, no, I'm not." She snapped, causing Haruka to give her an offended glance. "Care to tell me why?" the bodyguard finally asked, trying to keep her annoyance out of her voice, and, luckily, succeeding in that. "Well, maybe because a whole bunch of people seems to be after me!" Michiru cried out, fresh tears springing to her eyes. "And I don't even know why! They want to kill me, and I don't know what I did to deserve this!" Haruka just stared at that sudden outburst before she regained her sense and hurried over to the aqua haired girl, gently putting one arm around her. "Don't worry, Michiru. Just because some sickos are after you, you don't have to worry. After all, you have one of Tokyo's best bodyguards at your side." The last sentence was accompanied by a wink of the blonde, and much to her surprise, Michiru smiled a little. "Good thing you aren't vain." The violinist then teased her bodyguard. Haruka huffed and threw her hair back. "Vain? Me? Never. Someone who is as handsome, sexy and adorable as me can't be vain. No way." Michiru couldn't help but giggle at that. Haruka gave her a cocky smile. "You know, Michiru, you are much more beautiful when you giggle than when you cry." Michiru blushed heavily at that. "You think I'm beautiful?" she then asked. Haruka gulped, fearing that she had gone too far with that compliment. "Well…yes." She finally admitted. "Thanks." Michiru softly spoke. She let out a small sigh and checked her watch. "Well…time to get moving. I'm supposed to give an interview in one hour." Haruka nodded and rose from the bed, Michiru getting up with her. The aqua haired woman quickly shooed the bodyguard out of the room, since she wanted to change her clothing, and was ready to leave fifteen minutes later. "Dad, Haruka and I are leaving for the interview with the Tokyo Times." Michiru informed her father. Masanori smiled at her. "I will come along, too. I have nothing better to do." "Hmph!" Michiru produced a weird sound of the last remark of her dad and threw her hair back while both Haruka and Masanori sighed, shook their heads and finally followed Michiru outside the house.
"Michiru, you should wait for me!" the blonde called out while the violinist already hurried down the stairs, just about to cross the street. Masanori walked by Haruka, who sighed. "Great. I'm the bodyguard…and I'm the last one who is close to her. If Peter sees this, I'm fired." Looking up, the blonde heard the sound of a revving engine in the distance. And all of a sudden, a black car shot out of one of the side alleys, directly towards Michiru – who stood in the middle of the street, paralyzed with fear.
"Michiru! Get back on the side walk!" Haruka screamed while she started running, deep inside already knowing that she would never make it in time. A few meters in front of her, Masanori started to run, too. "MICHIRU!" Haruka screamed again. That was when Masanori reached his daughter and pushed her from the street with all his strength. He didn't make it anymore. The car hit him at full speed, causing him to fall to the ground after a short fly through the air. "Daddy! NO!" Michiru screamed, along with Haruka, who also yelled: "Masanori! NO!" Both women hurried over to the lifeless form of Michirus father, while the driver who had run him over sped away.
"Daddy…" Michiru whispered while she knelt down next to her father – who was obviously dying. "Michiru." The elderly man whispered, smiling up at his daughter while blood ran from his mouth. His eyes wandered until they landed on Haruka. "Take care of my daughter." He ordered, his voice already growing weaker. Haruka just nodded, fearing that she would start to cry if she opened her mouth. Masanori smiled at the bodyguard before he returned his attention to his daughter. "I love you. Stay strong." He whispered. "Daddy." Michiru cried. "Daddy, no…" She couldn't help her father anymore. When his soul left, the aqua haired girl collapsed on top of him, crying.