Chapter 6: Seeking Comfort
Haruka stood in the room she had been sleeping in during her job of protecting Michiru, staring out of the window. Masanori was dead since two hours now; as soon as the police had finished questioning Michiru about the murder, the aqua haired girl had vanished into her room and had refused to come out again. Haruka let out a sigh and leaned her head against the cold glass of the window. "My fault." She thought to herself, sighing once more. "It's my fault that he died. If I only would have been faster." The blonde bodyguard jerked out of her thoughts when someone knocked her door. Slowly walking over, Haruka opened, only to find herself face to face with Michiru. Before the aqua haired girl could say anything, the blonde already spoke. "Listen, Michiru, I understand it if you want to fire me now. I." "No." Michiru interrupted her, her voice hoarse from crying. "No, I don't want to fire you. I just." Her voice cracked, and a sob shook her body. Haruka, who always felt helpless when someone cried, gave her an unsure look. Her expression turned into pure surprise when Michiru suddenly stepped forward, leaned against her and buried her face in the taller woman's chest. The violinist started to cry heavily, and after a few moments of hesitation, Haruka slowly put her arms around the smaller girl. "Oh God." Michiru sobbed while Haruka held her. "Oh God.how am I supposed to carry on without him? He was always there for me, even when I acted mean towards him.I don't know what to do." Haruka, who didn't know what to say, just held the crying girl tight. As soon as Michiru had stopped crying, Haruka wanted to let go of her again - she felt pretty uncomfortable - but Michiru held on to her as if her life depended on it. "Hold me." The violinist whispered, for the first time showing something else than her snobby and bitchy self. "Please." Haruka nodded and put her arms around the smaller woman again. Michiru leaned her head against the bodyguard's chest, closing her eyes. The strong, but pleasing smell of Old Spice reached her nostrils, and that reminded her of her father, who had been using this cologne too. Fresh tears sprang to her eyes, and she closed them in a vain attempt to hold them back. "Don't be ashamed to cry." Haruka now spoke. "Just let it all out." Michiru gave in to the gentle voice of her bodyguard, her tears soaking the blonde's shirt once more. Finally, the aqua haired girl became calm enough to let go of her bodyguard. "Sorry about that." She softly spoke. "Don't be." Haruka replied, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. Michiru gave her a shy smile. "That's a nice cologne you use." She softly spoke. Haruka raised her eyebrows in surprise, but didn't say anything. Instead, she motioned towards the phone. "I have to call Peter and inform about.what happened." The blonde let out a heavy sigh. "He'll probably order me back and send you another body." Haruka never finished her sentence. "No!" Michiru interrupted her. "I don't want another bodyguard." She added when she saw Harukas surprised look. "I want you, Haruka." The blonde gulped at that before she scolded herself: "She didn't mean it like that! Pervert!" "Well.I'm honored. But I still have to call Peter." Michiru nodded, and Haruka walked over to the phone. She quickly dialed the number of her boss, but much to her surprise, no one answered. Not even Minako, Peters bubbly secretary. "Weird." Haruka mumbled while she hung up the phone again and turned back to look at Michiru. "Seems like no one's there. I'll try again later." Michiru nodded before she gave her bodyguard a pleading look. "Haruka.I.I have a strange question." Haruka raised one eyebrow and nodded to encourage Michiru. "If.if you would have been fast enough to reach me before Dad.would you have risked your life to save me?" Haruka let out a heavy sigh and sat down on the couch. "That's my job, Michiru." Michiru sat down next to her. "Yeah, I know that. But.why do you have such a dangerous job? You could die any day!" Haruka glared at her. "Why do you want to know that anyway?" the bodyguard now snapped. "I don't think that it's any of your business!" Michiru flinched at the harsh tone of her bodyguards voice. "Haruka, what." "Just let it be!" Haruka snapped and jumped up. Before Michiru could say anymore, the blonde had stormed out of the living room and vanished into her own, the slam of the door echoing through the whole house. Michiru was left behind on the couch, totally confused. What had she done wrong now?
Haruka stood in the room she had been sleeping in during her job of protecting Michiru, staring out of the window. Masanori was dead since two hours now; as soon as the police had finished questioning Michiru about the murder, the aqua haired girl had vanished into her room and had refused to come out again. Haruka let out a sigh and leaned her head against the cold glass of the window. "My fault." She thought to herself, sighing once more. "It's my fault that he died. If I only would have been faster." The blonde bodyguard jerked out of her thoughts when someone knocked her door. Slowly walking over, Haruka opened, only to find herself face to face with Michiru. Before the aqua haired girl could say anything, the blonde already spoke. "Listen, Michiru, I understand it if you want to fire me now. I." "No." Michiru interrupted her, her voice hoarse from crying. "No, I don't want to fire you. I just." Her voice cracked, and a sob shook her body. Haruka, who always felt helpless when someone cried, gave her an unsure look. Her expression turned into pure surprise when Michiru suddenly stepped forward, leaned against her and buried her face in the taller woman's chest. The violinist started to cry heavily, and after a few moments of hesitation, Haruka slowly put her arms around the smaller girl. "Oh God." Michiru sobbed while Haruka held her. "Oh God.how am I supposed to carry on without him? He was always there for me, even when I acted mean towards him.I don't know what to do." Haruka, who didn't know what to say, just held the crying girl tight. As soon as Michiru had stopped crying, Haruka wanted to let go of her again - she felt pretty uncomfortable - but Michiru held on to her as if her life depended on it. "Hold me." The violinist whispered, for the first time showing something else than her snobby and bitchy self. "Please." Haruka nodded and put her arms around the smaller woman again. Michiru leaned her head against the bodyguard's chest, closing her eyes. The strong, but pleasing smell of Old Spice reached her nostrils, and that reminded her of her father, who had been using this cologne too. Fresh tears sprang to her eyes, and she closed them in a vain attempt to hold them back. "Don't be ashamed to cry." Haruka now spoke. "Just let it all out." Michiru gave in to the gentle voice of her bodyguard, her tears soaking the blonde's shirt once more. Finally, the aqua haired girl became calm enough to let go of her bodyguard. "Sorry about that." She softly spoke. "Don't be." Haruka replied, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. Michiru gave her a shy smile. "That's a nice cologne you use." She softly spoke. Haruka raised her eyebrows in surprise, but didn't say anything. Instead, she motioned towards the phone. "I have to call Peter and inform about.what happened." The blonde let out a heavy sigh. "He'll probably order me back and send you another body." Haruka never finished her sentence. "No!" Michiru interrupted her. "I don't want another bodyguard." She added when she saw Harukas surprised look. "I want you, Haruka." The blonde gulped at that before she scolded herself: "She didn't mean it like that! Pervert!" "Well.I'm honored. But I still have to call Peter." Michiru nodded, and Haruka walked over to the phone. She quickly dialed the number of her boss, but much to her surprise, no one answered. Not even Minako, Peters bubbly secretary. "Weird." Haruka mumbled while she hung up the phone again and turned back to look at Michiru. "Seems like no one's there. I'll try again later." Michiru nodded before she gave her bodyguard a pleading look. "Haruka.I.I have a strange question." Haruka raised one eyebrow and nodded to encourage Michiru. "If.if you would have been fast enough to reach me before Dad.would you have risked your life to save me?" Haruka let out a heavy sigh and sat down on the couch. "That's my job, Michiru." Michiru sat down next to her. "Yeah, I know that. But.why do you have such a dangerous job? You could die any day!" Haruka glared at her. "Why do you want to know that anyway?" the bodyguard now snapped. "I don't think that it's any of your business!" Michiru flinched at the harsh tone of her bodyguards voice. "Haruka, what." "Just let it be!" Haruka snapped and jumped up. Before Michiru could say anymore, the blonde had stormed out of the living room and vanished into her own, the slam of the door echoing through the whole house. Michiru was left behind on the couch, totally confused. What had she done wrong now?