Chapter 7: Getting Closer
Michiru still sat in the living room, wondering what had upset Haruka so much, when the blonde came walking back in, her head hung low in shame. Michiru gave her a curious look when the bodyguards head came up, and Haruka mumbled: "Sorry about that outburst before." Michiru raised one eyebrow while she spoke: "It's okay, Haruka. But…care to inform me what got you so angered about my question?" Haruka let out a heavy sigh while she sat down next to the violinist. "Well…the reason why I'm a bodyguard…is…" she stopped talking and stared at her hands. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." Michiru softly spoke. Haruka let out another sigh and replied: "No. You deserve to know." Staring down to the floor, Haruka softly spoke: "I became a bodyguard five years ago because…I hoped that I would die during one of the jobs."
"What?" Michiru whispered. "But Haruka…why?" Haruka looked at her, an old, deep sadness in her eyes. "I was eighteen when I decided to become a bodyguard. The day before I went to Peter's office, I had told my parents that I'm gay…and they kicked me out." The blonde let out a heavy sigh. "And to make it all worse, my girlfriend had broken up with me two hours before I had to leave my home. I just had enough of it all…and so I hoped that I would die during protecting someone." She sighed again. "That's why I overreacted before. I'm sorry." "Don't be." Michiru replied, reaching out and gently taking her bodyguards hand. "But Haruka…do you still wish to die?" she gently asked. Haruka shook her head. "No." "Then why are you still a bodyguard?" Michiru asked, frowning. Haruka gave her a weak smile. "Because that's the only thing I'm really good at." She explained. Michiru smiled back before her expression grew sad again. "You know…now that my father died…I'm alone." She softly spoke. Haruka gently squeezed her hand and waited for her to talk on. "My mother died when I was born…and I'm an only child." Michiru sighed. "I don't have any family." All of a sudden, her eyes lit up, and she looked at Haruka. "Except…" "Except what?" Haruka asked, frowning. "You quit your job at Peter's office and become my constant, personal bodyguard." Michiru suggested. Harukas eyes nearly fell out of their sockets, causing Michiru to giggle. "What's with the shocked face?" "Are you sure you want that?" Haruka asked, doubt in her voice. "I thought you don't like me!" Michiru blushed and looked down on her feet. "Well…honestly, I didn't like you at first. But…well…now I do like you." Haruka smiled at her before she spoke: "Well, if you really want this…I guess I can quit my contract with Peter and be your private bodyguard. But hey, I'm not cheap!" Michiru grinned at her. "Never said you are." Haruka chuckled and nodded. "True. Good…if you really really really want that, I'll drive over to the agency and fix things with Peter." Michiru nodded before she asked: "Can I come with you? I don't…want to stay here alone." "Of course you can come with me." Haruka replied good-natured. "Get ready then, so we can leave soon." Michiru nodded and hurried out of the room, into the bathroom.
Haruka drover her silver metallic Audi TT Roadster (A/N: My car!! :D) down the street, with Michiru in the passenger's seat, over to the district where Peter had his agency. Both women were silent; Michiru was listening to the radio where Shakira was singing her lungs out, and Haruka had to concentrate on the street. Finally, the two of them reached the agency; Haruka parked her car, and they climbed out of it. Michiru saw with slight amusement how Haruka quickly checked the surroundings, to make sure that no one threatened the violinist, before the two women made their way over to the building Peter had his office in.
"No one here." Haruka mumbled, angered. "Where is he? He can't screw Minako that long!" "Minako?" Michiru repeated, frowning. "His secretary." Haruka explained while she slowly opened the door to Peter's office. The room was empty, and Haruka sighed in dismay. "Great. Oh well, maybe he left a note." She walked over to the desk, and her eyes fell on a thick book that laid on the middle of it. It looked a lot like a photo album; curiosity took the better of Haruka, and she read what stood on the binder. "Tokyo League Of Heterosexual Decency." She read out loud. Frowning, Michiru appeared behind her. "What's that supposed to be?" she asked. Haruka shrugged while she opened the album. On the first page, the same words stood again, with a list of names. Almost all of them were slashed through; all but one. Haruka felt a cold shiver running down her spine when she read the name that was last in the listing: Michiru Kaioh.