Chapter 19: Come Back
The first hour of driving away from the lab in a stolen car was performed in complete silence, since Michiru was too scared to speak and Haruka concentrated on the road, completely ignoring her prisoner. Then, when the blonde had to stop the car due to a red traffic light, Michiru finally dared to say something. "Haruka...?" The only response she got was a short grumble. "Can't...can't you untie me? My wrists are starting to hurt..." "No." came the short reply. "Please." Michiru whispered, tears filling her blue eyes. "Haruka, please..." "Shut up." the blonde growled, shooting a short glare towards the now seriously frightened aqua haired girl. "Haruka, come back." Michiru now sobbed, the tears finally running down her cheeks like two small rivers. "Come back..." All of a sudden, Haruka pulled sharply to the right, stopped the car, and grabbed Michirus collar, who cried out in fear, her eyes widening. "If I tell you to shut up, you goddamn do so." the blonde now snarled, her voice dripping with anger and fury. "And if I hear one more word from you, I'll stuff your mouth. I have no problem with gagging you and putting you into the trunk. Got that?" Michiru nodded, not daring to answer verbally. "Good." Haruka now grumbled, letting go of her collar. The two drove on in silence, Haruka concentrating on the road again and Michiru silently crying.
The sky already had become dark when Haruka pulled up to a Motel and brought the car to a halt. She pulled a knife out of the glove compartment and cut the web that held Michirus wrists behind her back, then roughly grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at her. "We will go inside there now. I'll rent a room for the two of us, and if you try to tell the receptionist that I kidnapped you or if you try to run away, I'll first kill you, then him. Got that?" Michiru nodded, and Haruka looked satisified. She got out of the car, opened the door for Michiru and allowed her to get out before putting one arm around the smaller girls shoulders. "Now move over to the entrance with me. And remember, no tricks." Michiru nodded again, and the two women made their way over to the Motel's front door. They entered, and the receptionist looked up from his newspaper to great them. "Good evening, Sir and Madam." he spoke, smiling friendly. Haruka smiled back, although her smile seemed fake, as did Michiru. "Good evening. Tell me, do you still have a double room free?" the blonde asked, while Michiru's eyes pleaded the man to help her. Unfortunately, he didn't notice. "Of course, Sir. If you'd enter your names in our Guest Book..." Haruka signed Michiru and her in with false names, then paid the room and took the key the receptionist offered her. "Thanks. We'll leave again tomorrow morning, your room will be free again soon." Haruka spoke, giving the receptionist another fake smile before she looked down at Michiru. "Come on darling, let's get into our room." "Yes, sweetheart." Michiru replied, hoping and praying that the receptionist would hear that she had been crying before. He didn't. "Sleep well." were the last words the man spoke before returning his attention to his newspaper while Haruka and Michiru made their way up to the room.
"Lie down on the bed." Haruka commanded, satisifed when Michiru obeyed her immediately. Using her web, the blonde tied her prisoners hands and feet again, then she sat down in the only chair that stood in the room and just looked at her hostage. "What...what do you want with me?" Michiru finally dared to ask, already fearing that Haruka maybe would gag or even hit her now. "Nothing special." Haruka replied. "You're just my insurance that the goddamn army will leave me alone until we left Tokyo, then I'll let you go." Michiru already breathed a sigh of relief when Harukas eyes suddenly became much colder. "Or maybe I'll kill you. Depends on my mood." Michiru gave her a scared look, but Haruka didn't react to that. Instead, the blonde stood up and walked over to the window, looking out of it. Michiru stared at her back, an idea slowly forming in her mind. "Haruka probably snapped because of the lack of sleep she suffered through...maybe if I knock her unconscious, she'll be able to rest and get back to her old self..." The aqua haired girl thought to herself. "Ummm...Haruka?" she finally spoke up, causing the blonde to turn around and glare at her. "What?" she asked, sounding annoyed. "I...I need to go to the toilet." Michiru replied, blushing heavily. Haruka sighed and finally nodded. "Alright. I don't want you to wet the sheets, that could make an odd expression at the receptionist." Quickly, the blonde cut the web that held Michirus ankles, bending down in the process. She never saw the vase coming down on her head, and when it shattered upon the impact with her skull, she hit the ground unconscious the next second.
Michiru let out a sigh, looking at the unconscious Haruka with sorrow in her eyes. The blonde now laid on the huge double bed, her wrists chained to the headboard with the handcuffs Michiru earlier had used to keep Haruka from leaving her. "I'm really sorry for knocking you out, Love." Michiru now spoke while cleaning and bandaging the wound Haruka had gained from the vase. "But I hope that the Haruka I love will come back...oh God please, let her come back." Sighing, Michiru laid down next to Haruka, resting her head on the taller woman's shoulder, and soon fell asleep.
The first hour of driving away from the lab in a stolen car was performed in complete silence, since Michiru was too scared to speak and Haruka concentrated on the road, completely ignoring her prisoner. Then, when the blonde had to stop the car due to a red traffic light, Michiru finally dared to say something. "Haruka...?" The only response she got was a short grumble. "Can't...can't you untie me? My wrists are starting to hurt..." "No." came the short reply. "Please." Michiru whispered, tears filling her blue eyes. "Haruka, please..." "Shut up." the blonde growled, shooting a short glare towards the now seriously frightened aqua haired girl. "Haruka, come back." Michiru now sobbed, the tears finally running down her cheeks like two small rivers. "Come back..." All of a sudden, Haruka pulled sharply to the right, stopped the car, and grabbed Michirus collar, who cried out in fear, her eyes widening. "If I tell you to shut up, you goddamn do so." the blonde now snarled, her voice dripping with anger and fury. "And if I hear one more word from you, I'll stuff your mouth. I have no problem with gagging you and putting you into the trunk. Got that?" Michiru nodded, not daring to answer verbally. "Good." Haruka now grumbled, letting go of her collar. The two drove on in silence, Haruka concentrating on the road again and Michiru silently crying.
The sky already had become dark when Haruka pulled up to a Motel and brought the car to a halt. She pulled a knife out of the glove compartment and cut the web that held Michirus wrists behind her back, then roughly grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at her. "We will go inside there now. I'll rent a room for the two of us, and if you try to tell the receptionist that I kidnapped you or if you try to run away, I'll first kill you, then him. Got that?" Michiru nodded, and Haruka looked satisified. She got out of the car, opened the door for Michiru and allowed her to get out before putting one arm around the smaller girls shoulders. "Now move over to the entrance with me. And remember, no tricks." Michiru nodded again, and the two women made their way over to the Motel's front door. They entered, and the receptionist looked up from his newspaper to great them. "Good evening, Sir and Madam." he spoke, smiling friendly. Haruka smiled back, although her smile seemed fake, as did Michiru. "Good evening. Tell me, do you still have a double room free?" the blonde asked, while Michiru's eyes pleaded the man to help her. Unfortunately, he didn't notice. "Of course, Sir. If you'd enter your names in our Guest Book..." Haruka signed Michiru and her in with false names, then paid the room and took the key the receptionist offered her. "Thanks. We'll leave again tomorrow morning, your room will be free again soon." Haruka spoke, giving the receptionist another fake smile before she looked down at Michiru. "Come on darling, let's get into our room." "Yes, sweetheart." Michiru replied, hoping and praying that the receptionist would hear that she had been crying before. He didn't. "Sleep well." were the last words the man spoke before returning his attention to his newspaper while Haruka and Michiru made their way up to the room.
"Lie down on the bed." Haruka commanded, satisifed when Michiru obeyed her immediately. Using her web, the blonde tied her prisoners hands and feet again, then she sat down in the only chair that stood in the room and just looked at her hostage. "What...what do you want with me?" Michiru finally dared to ask, already fearing that Haruka maybe would gag or even hit her now. "Nothing special." Haruka replied. "You're just my insurance that the goddamn army will leave me alone until we left Tokyo, then I'll let you go." Michiru already breathed a sigh of relief when Harukas eyes suddenly became much colder. "Or maybe I'll kill you. Depends on my mood." Michiru gave her a scared look, but Haruka didn't react to that. Instead, the blonde stood up and walked over to the window, looking out of it. Michiru stared at her back, an idea slowly forming in her mind. "Haruka probably snapped because of the lack of sleep she suffered through...maybe if I knock her unconscious, she'll be able to rest and get back to her old self..." The aqua haired girl thought to herself. "Ummm...Haruka?" she finally spoke up, causing the blonde to turn around and glare at her. "What?" she asked, sounding annoyed. "I...I need to go to the toilet." Michiru replied, blushing heavily. Haruka sighed and finally nodded. "Alright. I don't want you to wet the sheets, that could make an odd expression at the receptionist." Quickly, the blonde cut the web that held Michirus ankles, bending down in the process. She never saw the vase coming down on her head, and when it shattered upon the impact with her skull, she hit the ground unconscious the next second.
Michiru let out a sigh, looking at the unconscious Haruka with sorrow in her eyes. The blonde now laid on the huge double bed, her wrists chained to the headboard with the handcuffs Michiru earlier had used to keep Haruka from leaving her. "I'm really sorry for knocking you out, Love." Michiru now spoke while cleaning and bandaging the wound Haruka had gained from the vase. "But I hope that the Haruka I love will come back...oh God please, let her come back." Sighing, Michiru laid down next to Haruka, resting her head on the taller woman's shoulder, and soon fell asleep.