Chapter 7: Michiru In Trouble
Later that day, Michiru volunteered to cook lunch, much to Harukas happiness. "Good thing you want to do that, I can't cook anyway." The blonde admitted, sitting in her bed, with the pillow up against the headboard for leaning on it. "You can't cook?!" Michiru cried out, shocked. "But, what do you eat all day long?" Haruka shrugged. "Normally I have some woman cooking for me…but she fell ill last week." "You have a cook?" Michiru asked, astonished. "Wow, you must be richer than I thought…" Haruka just grinned and shrugged. "Who knows?" Michiru smiled and let herself fall on her back next to Haruka, who looked down at her, frowning. "You okay?" the blonde then asked. Michiru nodded and rolled on her stomach, craning her neck to look at Haruka. "Yes, I'm perfectly fine. I'm just feeling so…happy right now." Haruka broke into a wide grin and reached down to pat Michirus head. "Good thing." Michiru rolled on her back again, then sat up and snuggled up against the surprised Haruka, careful since she didn't want to hurt her. "Hey, are you getting cozy now?" the blonde chuckled, although her heart ached when she felt Michirus body against her own. "She just sees you as a good friend and savior. She's straight, so don't get any hopes." The blonde thought to herself. Despite her thoughts, she put her arms around the aqua haired girl, her surprise growing when Michiru let out a happy little sigh. "You know, Haruka…I haven't been held like that for a very long time." The aqua haired girl then whispered. Haruka looked down at her, just about to say something in reply, when their eyes met. They locked gazes, and all words were blown from Harukas brain. Slowly, the blonde moved downwards until her lips met Michirus in a soft kiss. After a short moment of hesitation – and great fear for Haruka – the aqua haired girl responded to the kiss. At least for twenty seconds, then she suddenly pulled back, her eyes wide, shock written on her face. "I'm…I shouldn't…" Michiru stammered out, jumping up. "Michiru, wait!" Haruka called out, but it was too late. Michiru was already out the door and gone.
Michiru ran down the street, confused and not knowing what to do now. She wasn't gay, she knew that for sure. She was straight. No, she wasn't gay…was she? Finally, Michiru slowed down and came to a stop, sitting down on the next bench she found. Staring off into the distance, Michiru remembered how good kissing Haruka had felt. And it hadn't only felt good, it also had felt right. As if kissing Haruka, being with Haruka was meant to be, and destiny made a small mistake when it made Michiru marry Kenshi. "Maybe I'm supposed to be with Haruka." Michiru, who had always been fond of the idea that everyone had a special destiny in life, thought to herself. "I should go back and talk to her." She then decided. "More likely, apologize for running away." The aqua haired girl was just about to turn around and walk back to Harukas house when suddenly a strong arm grabbed her around the waist, and a big, cold hand covered her mouth. Michiru let out a hysteric scream, and a well-known voice whispered into her ear. "Silent, my dear." Michiru squirmed and screamed while Kenshi dragged her over to the black van that parked on the sideway. "Open!" the man yelled, and one moment later, the two back doors of the van opened, exposing two of the six men who had beaten Haruka up the day before. They quickly grabbed Michiru as soon as Kenshi let go of her and pulled her into the car, one of them covering her mouth to keep her from screaming and attracting attention. "Time to go home, my dear." Kenshi grinned at his wife before he slammed the back doors shut, climbed into the driver's seat and drove off.
Haruka tried to call Michiru on her cell phone for the fifth time, and for the fifth time the only reply she received was the mobile box of the phone. "Welcome to the Mobile Box of Michiru Kaioh. At the moment…" Haruka let out a worried sigh and hung up the phone, quickly dialing another number. "Hello?" Takeshi replied on the other end of the line. "Tell me Takeshi, have you seen Michiru?" Haruka immediately asked, without bothering to introduce herself first. "Haruka, is that you? Nope, haven't seen her. Why?" Takeshi replied. Haruka let out a groan and explained what had happened. "Uh-oh, that sounds tough." Takeshi commented. Haruka growled at him. "I know that! And I have to find her…before that asshole Kenshi does." The blonde exclaimed. Takeshi agreed on that and offered his help, much to Harukas delight. Little did both of them know that Kenshi already had found Michiru.
"Welcome back home, darling." Kenshi grinned while he pulled Michiru out of the car and into the house. Michiru didn't fight back, knowing that she would receive a beating if she did, but simply let Kenshi pull her into the living room, where they stopped. "You know, Michi…" Kenshi now started, running one finger down his wife's face, to her chest, "you really upset me with running to that racer dyke. And you know what I have to do when you upset me, right?" Michiru closed her eyes to force her tears back. "No." she whispered. "Kenshi, please…not the belt." Kenshi just smiled before he opened his belt and pulled it out of his jeans. And then, he lashed out and hit his wife with it.