Chapter 10: Police Trouble
"We'll go to the police as soon as you feel better." Michiru spoke, earning a glare from Haruka. "We should go to the police now." The blonde bodyguard replied. "Before they attack us again. The next time they try to kill us, we probably won't be that lucky. They won't be scared of your gun anymore, Michiru, but bring their own ones." "And? You have a gun, too." Michiru pointed out, obviously in fighting mood. "Yeah. But I'm not bullet proof, and Peter's people will surely wear Kevlar vests. So..." Haruka informed her client. Michiru closed her eyes for a second and sighed. "Okay, you are right. We'll drive to the police now...but Haruka, are you sure that you don't want to see a doctor? You could have a concussion or something like that!" "I'm fine." Haruka replied and added dryly: "When I told my parents that I'm gay, I received a beating worse than the one I had before. And I survived, too." "Your body survived." Michiru replied mysteriously. "But did your ability to love and trust survive, too?" With that, the aqua haired girl left the room, leaving Haruka behind on the couch – wondering what the heck had given Michiru that thought.
Haruka drove the silver Roadster down the street, into the direction of the police department. Michiru sat on the passenger's seat, staring at the radio annoyed. "How come that the radio always plays Shakira when I turn it on?" she mumbled. Haruka shrugged. "Dunno." (A/N: Because I like Shakira! So there! *drool*) Michiru just sighed and looked out of the window again. Suddenly, Haruka felt the painful gripe of her client on her upper arm, and she yelped: "Be gentle! What the heck....?" "Look!" Michiru breathed, and Haruka glanced to the right. A white car was pulling up to them; the man who drove it was one of the guys who had attacked Haruka and Michiru in Michirus house.
"F*ck!" Haruka cursed, stepping on the gas pedal harder. Her Roadster started to speed up, but the white Mazda 626 of the bodyguards held their speed and stayed next to them. "Michiru, are you wearing your seatbelt?" Haruka asked, and Michiru nodded. "Good. Hold on to the armature board." Before Michiru could ask why, Haruka already stepped the gas pedal so hard that it hit the floor of the car. The engine of the Roadster howled, two hundred horse powers of pure strength, all of them mobilised at once. The car shot forward, and when the Mazda accelerated, too, Haruka suddenly pulled the handbrake as hard as she could while she went from the gas in the same second. The Roadster's tires screeched as it performed a U-Turn, the screeching noise accompanied by Michirus shocked screaming. Before the car had even finished the turn completely, Haruka already stepped on the gas again, releasing the handbrake. The Roadster shot forward, into one of the countless side-alleys of Tokyo, and the white Mazda only could drive on.
Haruka parked her car in front of the police department, and both women climbed out. After a quick look around, the blonde was sure that no one was around who could do any harm to Michiru or her, and she kept decking the violinist with her body while they walked up the stairs that led to the police' main entrance. "Enter." Haruka whispered, and Michiru pushed the door open, quickly hurrying inside. Haruka followed her, kicking the door close as soon as she was inside. "Okay. Here we should be safe. Do you have the album?" Michiru nodded, showing the thick leather book to her bodyguard. "Good. Let's find a police officer who can help us." The two women passed the reception, where a handsome blonde police woman was flirting with another girl, a beautiful brunette. Haruka eyed the two women grinning, and when the female officer looked at her, the blonde winked. The office winked back, and Haruka chuckled. "The blockheads from the Tokyo League of Blablabla should see that." She then whispered to Michiru, pointing over to the two flirting women who now exchanged phone numbers. "Can I help you?" a deep voice suddenly asked, causing both Haruka and Michiru to jump. The two women looked at the talker, an elderly cop, and Michiru nodded. "We hope so." she pointed at the album, and when the cop read the title of it, he frowned. "Follow me, please." He then said. Haruka and Michiru nodded, following the man over to the elevator. He pushed the button, and while they waited, he kept looking at Haruka, Michiru and the two flirts at the reception, muttering something under his breath. Finally, the elevator arrived, and the man shooed both Haruka and Michiru in. He pushed the button for the highest level, and that was when an uneasy feeling started to creep up in Harukas stomach. All of a sudden, the blonde wasn't so sure that informing the police had been a good idea. The elevator came to a stop again, and the man ordered Haruka and Michiru to walk out. They did what he said, and he led them over to the police commander's office. When Haruka opened the door, she found herself staring at the police commander, two more cops – and at Peter Parker, who grinned at her in a jeering way. "A trap." Haruka realised, shock flooding over her. All of a sudden, she twirled around and pushed the cop who had taken Michiru and her here down to the ground. "Michiru, run!" The blonde yelled, and Michiru did as she had been told and started off. Haruka was just about to follow her when one of the two cops she had seen before tackled her, causing her to fall. She felt something hard crashing against her head, and then darkness engulfed her.