Chapter 9: Peace…For A While
The leader bodyguard was just about to pull the trigger and end Harukas life when all of a sudden one of his three colleagues screamed upstairs. One second later, the three men came running downstairs, one of them bleeding heavily from a bullet wound in his shoulder. "She has a gun!" one of them screamed. The leader looked up, surprise in his eyes, Haruka completely forgotten – at least for the moment. "What do you mean, she has a gun?" he asked, angered. That was when Michiru came hurrying downstairs, the heavy Magnum .45 her father had bought a while ago in her hands. "Get away from her!" the violinist screamed, aiming the gun at the stunned bodyguard who still stood bent over Haruka. "Didn't you hear me?! I said get away from her! And drop that gun!" Slowly, the man started to move backwards, lowering his hands in the process. "Get out!" Michiru hollered at the quartet, her fear clearly shining through her voice. But her grip on the Magnum was steady, and none of the men wanted to risk a bullet in his body. "Don't think that it's over." The tallest of the bodyguards threatened while he moved towards the front door. "We'll come back, and then we'll make sure that neither you nor your dykish bodyguard survive!" With that, he kicked the door open, and the four men ran out. Michiru lowered the gun, her fear finally overtaking her. Her hands started to shake, and she dropped the revolver to the ground before kneeling down next to Haruka, who laid on the blue carpet motionless. "Haruka…Haruka, answer me." The aqua haired girl whispered, gently running one hand down her bodyguards face. The blonde let out a little moan, her eyelids fluttering. "Mi…Michiru?" she whispered, her voice hoarse, dry blood on her lips. "Yes." Michiru replied, giving her a gentle smile. "We are save, Haruka…they are gone." "You saved…me?" Haruka replied, a weak smile on her face. "Should've been…the other way round." "Don't be silly." Michiru replied while she supported Haruka, helping her to sit up. The blonde let out a pain filled groan, pressing one hand against her beaten stomach area. Her whole body was aching; her lips were swollen and had burst in several places, and her right eye already started to become black. A thin trail of blood had made it's way from Harukas left eyebrow down to the corner of her mouth, and her nose was bleeding. "Oh you poor thing." Michiru gushed while she helped Haruka to get to her feet and led her over to the couch, where the blonde landed with a heavy "THUD". "They beat the shit out of me." Haruka mumbled, obviously angered about that fact. "Hey, it was one against four. No fair." Michiru tried to comfort her, but the blonde just sighed. "I don't care about that. I should've been able to take them down…I was trained for situations like that!" Haruka raged, obviously already feeling a lot better. "Yeah, but they were trained, too." Michiru replied, trying to calm her bodyguard down with logical arguments. Haruka just let out a heavy sigh and closed her eyes, leaning back into the couch. "Stay here." Michiru suddenly ordered. "I'll get some alcohol and bandages, your wounds need treatment." Haruka just nodded, and Michiru left the living room. She hurried over into the bathroom, opened the small cupboard that was attached to the wall there and produced a pack of bandages as well as a bottle of medic alcohol from it. When she returned into the living room, her eyes fell on Haruka, who was just trying to take her jeans off. "What are you doing?" the aqua haired girl cried out at the sight of her bodyguard practically stripping in front of her. Harukas head came up shocked, and she blushed heavily. "My knee is out of jolt, and I wanted to put it back in." she quickly defended herself. "No way you'll do that yourself!" Michiru cried out while hurrying over to the blonde. However, she was too late. Haruka pulled her jeans all the way down, exposing cute Scooby Doo boxers in the process, and with one powerful move, she pressed her kneecap back to where it belonged. Michiru stood shocked for a moment while Haruka threw her head back, gritting her teeth in an attempt to hold back a scream, the veins in her neck standing out like cables. She wasn't completely successful; a pain filled moan freed itself from her throat. "Oh, Haruka!" Michiru cried out while sitting down next to her bodyguard. "Why did you do that? You should have gone into a hospital!" Haruka just shook her head, not really able to talk through her still gritted teeth. She let out her breath with a hissing noise and finally opened her eyes again, looking at the violinist with pain filled eyes. Michiru shook her head once more. "Haruka, you don't have to show your macho side off here." Haruka let out a snort and replied: "I'm not a macho at all." Michiru saved her breath and started attending to the blondes wounds. She cleaned the abrasion over Harukas left eyebrow, then went down to Harukas cheeks and nose. Finally, the aqua haired girl sat back, satisfied. "There, all done." She spoke. Her eyes fell on the swollen knee of her bodyguard and she sighed once more. "I'll get you some a cold bandage for your knee. Don't even think about walking around now!" Haruka nodded in defeat, and Michiru vanished again. The blonde looked after her, a sudden feeling of affection welling up inside her. "What the…?!" the blonde thought to herself, shocked. "I can't fall in love with her! She's my client!" Haruka closed her eyes when she realized that it was too late. She already had fallen in love with the beautiful violinist.