She had failed, and she knew it.
Haruka had allowed herself to get too careless. Too confident. She didn't know where she was when she came to, because of hazy eyesight, but was faintly aware of another presence in the room.
She blinked a few times, then sat up, clutching the back of her head as pain rushed to it. A neat bandage was there, and her hair was matted from sleep, not blood. Someone had washed the small wound.
When the blonde was able to see clearly again, she noticed the girl from the picture standing a few feet from the door, small, black gun in hand. It was clearly pointed at Haruka.
"Woah! Woah, wait. Shoot, I surrender?" Haruka's wide teal eyes didn't lie to Michiru. The blonde was scared.
Michiru lowered the gun, eyes cautious. "Put that away. I don't plan on hurting you. I honestly haven't had to kill anyone yet," the blonde said, chuckling slightly. The girl's frown stayed. "Okay. Geez, tough crowd."
"What were you doing in my house?" Michiru asked, watching the blonde's every movement. Haruka was examining the room, only to see that it was probably Michiru's.
"I was..uh. As if you didn't know. I was hired to break in and steal something from you."
"Why?"
"Money. The pay's good."
"Why me?"
"My employer told me to come here. I knew about you."
"Funny. I don't know a thing about you."
"For starters, my name's Haruka. And quit looking at me like I'm a damned terrorist."
"You are, Haruka."
The blonde laughed, and she could see Michiru's eyes lighten. 'Here's my chance.'
She moved quickly, and soon had an arm around Michiru's neck and waist. "Not good to let your guard down, Michiru," she purred into the smaller woman's ear. Michiru's hair smelled like vanilla, and it made her mind wander a little.
The aqua haired girl trembled and squirmed. "I could've reported you at any time. I didn't. You're still here, and I won't press charges if you just leave."
Haruka loosened her grip and began to slowly slip away. A slim, but firm arm caught her arm, and the nose of a gun pointed at her face. Michiru stared at her.
"Back to this are we?" Haruka asked softly, staring back at Michiru, and into the girl's eyes. "They're sapphire."
"What?"
"Your eyes. When I first saw the picture of you I couldn't tell their color. They're beautiful, just like you." She wasn't lying, but then again charm was one of her strong points.
Michiru lowered the gun only a little, but allowed the blonde to slip back onto the bed. "Such flattery. Too bad thieves lie to save their own lives."
"I wouldn't lie. Not to you. I think you know that."
"I know only that I cannot trust you."
"Then why am I not dead? Is it because you have only one bullet and need it to hit in the right place?"
Michiru frowned again, then she dropped the gun. Haruka looked at her, almost surprised. "I'll let you go, but you will go without the item you stole from me."
"That you stole from another!"
"It's been in my family for generations. It is rightfully mine, and no one else's no matter what you say."
"Fine. I will go and you will probably never see me again. Though I guess you wouldn't mind it," Haruka said, before getting up and going out the bedroom door. "Follow me if you like, just to make sure I keep my word to you."
Michiru nodded and followed her. When Haruka had gone she felt as though the blonde had lied to her. She knew she'd see Haruka again.
A few days later, in the pouring rain, Haruka appeared on her doorstep.
*****
A.N: They talked!! Lol, a lot. I didn't feel like writing this at first, then it was like the words just flowed. I love it when that happens. I really do. ^^ Anyway, review, please!
Haruka had allowed herself to get too careless. Too confident. She didn't know where she was when she came to, because of hazy eyesight, but was faintly aware of another presence in the room.
She blinked a few times, then sat up, clutching the back of her head as pain rushed to it. A neat bandage was there, and her hair was matted from sleep, not blood. Someone had washed the small wound.
When the blonde was able to see clearly again, she noticed the girl from the picture standing a few feet from the door, small, black gun in hand. It was clearly pointed at Haruka.
"Woah! Woah, wait. Shoot, I surrender?" Haruka's wide teal eyes didn't lie to Michiru. The blonde was scared.
Michiru lowered the gun, eyes cautious. "Put that away. I don't plan on hurting you. I honestly haven't had to kill anyone yet," the blonde said, chuckling slightly. The girl's frown stayed. "Okay. Geez, tough crowd."
"What were you doing in my house?" Michiru asked, watching the blonde's every movement. Haruka was examining the room, only to see that it was probably Michiru's.
"I was..uh. As if you didn't know. I was hired to break in and steal something from you."
"Why?"
"Money. The pay's good."
"Why me?"
"My employer told me to come here. I knew about you."
"Funny. I don't know a thing about you."
"For starters, my name's Haruka. And quit looking at me like I'm a damned terrorist."
"You are, Haruka."
The blonde laughed, and she could see Michiru's eyes lighten. 'Here's my chance.'
She moved quickly, and soon had an arm around Michiru's neck and waist. "Not good to let your guard down, Michiru," she purred into the smaller woman's ear. Michiru's hair smelled like vanilla, and it made her mind wander a little.
The aqua haired girl trembled and squirmed. "I could've reported you at any time. I didn't. You're still here, and I won't press charges if you just leave."
Haruka loosened her grip and began to slowly slip away. A slim, but firm arm caught her arm, and the nose of a gun pointed at her face. Michiru stared at her.
"Back to this are we?" Haruka asked softly, staring back at Michiru, and into the girl's eyes. "They're sapphire."
"What?"
"Your eyes. When I first saw the picture of you I couldn't tell their color. They're beautiful, just like you." She wasn't lying, but then again charm was one of her strong points.
Michiru lowered the gun only a little, but allowed the blonde to slip back onto the bed. "Such flattery. Too bad thieves lie to save their own lives."
"I wouldn't lie. Not to you. I think you know that."
"I know only that I cannot trust you."
"Then why am I not dead? Is it because you have only one bullet and need it to hit in the right place?"
Michiru frowned again, then she dropped the gun. Haruka looked at her, almost surprised. "I'll let you go, but you will go without the item you stole from me."
"That you stole from another!"
"It's been in my family for generations. It is rightfully mine, and no one else's no matter what you say."
"Fine. I will go and you will probably never see me again. Though I guess you wouldn't mind it," Haruka said, before getting up and going out the bedroom door. "Follow me if you like, just to make sure I keep my word to you."
Michiru nodded and followed her. When Haruka had gone she felt as though the blonde had lied to her. She knew she'd see Haruka again.
A few days later, in the pouring rain, Haruka appeared on her doorstep.
*****
A.N: They talked!! Lol, a lot. I didn't feel like writing this at first, then it was like the words just flowed. I love it when that happens. I really do. ^^ Anyway, review, please!