Chapter 3: Talk To Me
„Owww..." Michiru groaned while opening her eyes. To her own surprise, she found herself lying on the floor, next to Harukas empty bed. Wait a sec, Harukas empty bed?! Michiru sat up, shocked, staring at the wrinkled covers and pillow. "Where is she?" she wondered out loud. "You alright?" a deep, husky voice suddenly came from behind, causing her to squeal and spin around. Haruka sat in the comfy chair Ichiro normally used, looking at her. "You've been out for a pretty long time." The blonde added when Michiru didn't say anything. "I'm…I'm fine." The aqua haired girl finally replied. "You were messing with my brain, right?" Haruka asked out of the blue, causing Michiru to blush. "I wasn't messing with it! I…just had a look." She then defended herself. Haruka snorted and rose from her chair. "No matter how you call it, I don't want you do it again. My brain's been messed with long enough now." She looked at her wrists for a moment, her eyes darkening. "What happened to you?" Michiru suddenly asked, causing the blonde to look at her. "None of your business." Haruka replied bluntly. Michiru shot her a glare. "Hey, I found you at the beach and took care of you, you at least could tell me what happened." She then demanded, but Haruka just shook her head. "It's better for you if you don't know. I need to get going anyway, before they find me." "You can't leave, not in your condition! Your wounds need to heal!" "Screw that, I can't stay. Too dangerous for you. Thanks for stitching me up and everything, but now I have to go." Haruka replied while she already put on her shirt and started to button it. "What do the dog tags mean?" Michiru suddenly asked, earning another glare. "I said, none of your business. Stop sticking your nose into things that are too big for you." "That's it." Michiru thought to herself, angered. "You know, you could show a little more gratitude." She then spat. "After all, it was me who took you here, it was me who took care of you, and it was me who…" "…who messed with my brain." Haruka interrupted her, getting angry, too. "And I didn't ask you to take me here. I was unconscious, what do you expect? If I would've been awake, I would've left that friggin beach anyway. So stop complaining, let me go and forget about me." With that, Haruka grabbed her jeans and was about to put them on when Michiru softly spoke: "How could I forget you, after what I felt in your mind?" Haruka stopped her movements as if suddenly a thick layer of ice came over her. She slowly looked up, her eyes meeting Michirus. "What…what do you mean, feeling something in my mind?" she finally asked, her voice not harsh and unfriendly for the first time since they had started their talk. "I felt your pain." Michiru softly replied. "I felt how much you suffered before you escaped. What happened to you, Haruka?" Slowly, Haruka sank back on the chair, staring at Michiru in shock. "Tell me." Michiru softly spoke while walking over to the blonde and kneeling down in front of her, taking her hands. "Tell me what this is." She pointed to the whitish stuff in the blondes wrists. "Tell me how you became that strong. And tell me who caused you so much pain." Haruka shook her head, looking away. "I can't." she finally spoke hoarsely. "If I do…they will kill you." "Who are they?!" Michiru demanded to know. Haruka abruptly pulled her hands back. "You wouldn't believe me anyway." She softly spoke. "How can you know that? Please, Haruka, talk to me. Maybe my brother and I can help you!" Michiru tried to convince the blonde. Haruka just shook her head, stood up again and continued to get dressed. "I need to get going, before they locate me and come here." She spoke, closing her belt. "Fine." Michiru sighed, finally giving up. "Go ahead and leave. But…if you ever need someone to…mess with your brain again, or if you ever need medical treatment, you can come back here." "Thanks for your offer, but we won't see each other again." Haruka replied. "Like I said, just forget about me. You never met me, understand?" Michiru nodded, realizing that Haruka was serious. "Fine then. Well…have a nice life." The aqua haired girl spoke. Haruka gave her one last look, her eyes all of a sudden filled with warmth and hope. "I will try to. And…thanks for everything." With that, the blonde walked out of the house, leaving Michiru behind alone.
When Ichiro returned home from his shift, he found his sister sitting on the balcony, sobbing. "Michiru!" he called out, hurrying over to the aqua haired girl. "Michiru, what happened? Did that woman hurt you? Did she attack you?" Michiru sniffled and shook her head. "No. But…she woke up again…and she just left." "What do you mean, she left?" Ichiro asked, shocked. "She's gone!" Michiru replied. "She thanked me for everything and left. Can you believe that?" "Damn." Ichiro muttered. "She told me that I should forget her, and that I never met her. I just wanted to know what happened to her!" Michiru ranted on. « Hey, calm down. » Ichiro spoke, sitting down next to his sister. "If she's that ungrateful, you really should forget about her. After all, she's just…" "Hands up, and do not move!" a voice suddenly thundered, causing both Michiru and Ichiro to jump. Upon looking up, the two found themselves staring at four men who were dressed a lot like managers, along with four soldiers, aiming their guns at the scared siblings.