Author's Note: Michiru seems to be a little cruel in this chapter, but it's
necessary, so don't flame me!! ^_^
Chapter 20: Glad To Have You Back
Michiru awoke from her deep slumber when a loud, angry voice yelled at her: "What the fuck did you do, bitch?" The aqua haired girl jerked out of her sweet dreams about Haruka and her being a happy couple and stared at the angered blonde wide-eyed. Haruka now gave an experimental pull at the handcuffs that held her, but they held tight as they were supposed to be. "I knocked you out and chained you." Michiru replied, trying to keep her voice calm. "I see that!" Haruka shot back, her anger increasing. "Unlock that right now!" she then demanded. Michiru sighed, knowing what she had to do, but not liking it. "I'm sorry, Haruka...but this is for your own good." With that, the aqua haired girl grabbed a fistful of Harukas hair - and then smashed her head against the headboard of the bed as hard a she could. Haruka let out a gurgling noise, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she fell unconscious again. "I'm sorry." Michiru now whispered, gently running one hand down her lover's cheek. "I'm so sorry, Haruka..." Sighing, the aqua haired girl rose from the bed and walked over to the window, staring at the world outside while she waited for Haruka to awake.
One hour later, the blonde regained consciousness again. She softly groaned and stirred, the chain between the two handcuffs producing a small clinking noise, and finally opened her eyes. "Oww...my poor head..." Michiru turned around to look at her lover, and was surprised and happy to see that the cold and angry look had vanished from the blondes eyes. "Michiru...?" Haruka now spoke, looking at the aqua haired girl with pain filled eyes. "Why am I chained to a bed?" Michiru walked over to the blonde and sat down next to her, looking at her in an odd way. "Who are you?" she finally asked. Haruka frowned when she replied: "Haruka Tenoh, why? You should know that." "Are you a soldier?" Michiru now asked, fearing the answer. Haruka shrugged, as far as the handcuffs that held her allowed it, and replied: "I'm supposed to be one. Instead, I became a little rebel. Why are you asking all that things?" Michiru let out a small sigh, knowing that Haruka still could be pretending. But there was one more way to find out if the blonde was back to her old, loveable self. When she had been the perfect soldier, Haruka had never shown any pain, although the bullet wound Ichiro had caused still hadn't been treated. "Haruka...I'm sorry." Michiru softly spoke before she lashed out and brought her fist down on the shot wound.
Harukas pain filled, raw scream echoed through the motel, causing all the other guests and the receptionist to look up in surprise. Finally, the blondes scream faded away, leaving her with a small moan on her lips and thick droplets of sweat running down her cheeks. The wound started to bleed again, staining the uniform Haruka still wore. "I'm sorry." Michiru repeated, sounding terribly helpless and near tears. Haruka looked at her with tears in her eyes. "That was...uncalled for." she finally managed to press out between gritted teeth. "Why did you do that?" Michiru dug the key of the handcuffs out of her pocket and unlocked them, freeing Harukas hands. "When you rescued me from the lab, you became a different person." she then explained. Haruka raised one eyebrow while she rubbed her wrists. "You became the perfect soldier." Michiru continued. "You took me hostage, and we drove to this motel. I knocked you out with that vase, and when you woke up again, you still were the perfect soldier...and so, I knocked you out again." "That explains my headache." Haruka mumbled, frowning. "But why did you have to hit on my wound?" she then demanded to know. Michiru sighed and spoke on: "During your time as perfect soldier, you never showed any pain when it came to the wound or to anything else. But when you still were Haruka back at the lab, I could see that you were hurt. So, I hit on your wound to find out if you were only acting and pretending to be the Haruka I know, or if you really were my Haruka." Haruka nodded. "I understand." she then spoke, giving her girlfriend a weak smile. "Now, Michiru...I have two things I need." Michiru smiled at her and waited for her to speak on. "First, I want you to kiss me." Haruka stated, smiling. "And second...can you take me to a hospital after the kiss?"
Three hours later, Haruka found herself in a hospital, her wound stitched up and bandaged. Michiru sat next to her bed, smiling. "How are you feeling, hon?" the aqua haired girl finally asked, gently taking Harukas hand into hers. "Pretty good, thanks." Haruka replied, grinning. She gently squeezed her hand. "I'm just glad that you brought me back to my old self." she then spoke softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. "And I'm glad to have you back." Michiru replied before the couple sank into a deep, passionate kiss.
Chapter 20: Glad To Have You Back
Michiru awoke from her deep slumber when a loud, angry voice yelled at her: "What the fuck did you do, bitch?" The aqua haired girl jerked out of her sweet dreams about Haruka and her being a happy couple and stared at the angered blonde wide-eyed. Haruka now gave an experimental pull at the handcuffs that held her, but they held tight as they were supposed to be. "I knocked you out and chained you." Michiru replied, trying to keep her voice calm. "I see that!" Haruka shot back, her anger increasing. "Unlock that right now!" she then demanded. Michiru sighed, knowing what she had to do, but not liking it. "I'm sorry, Haruka...but this is for your own good." With that, the aqua haired girl grabbed a fistful of Harukas hair - and then smashed her head against the headboard of the bed as hard a she could. Haruka let out a gurgling noise, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she fell unconscious again. "I'm sorry." Michiru now whispered, gently running one hand down her lover's cheek. "I'm so sorry, Haruka..." Sighing, the aqua haired girl rose from the bed and walked over to the window, staring at the world outside while she waited for Haruka to awake.
One hour later, the blonde regained consciousness again. She softly groaned and stirred, the chain between the two handcuffs producing a small clinking noise, and finally opened her eyes. "Oww...my poor head..." Michiru turned around to look at her lover, and was surprised and happy to see that the cold and angry look had vanished from the blondes eyes. "Michiru...?" Haruka now spoke, looking at the aqua haired girl with pain filled eyes. "Why am I chained to a bed?" Michiru walked over to the blonde and sat down next to her, looking at her in an odd way. "Who are you?" she finally asked. Haruka frowned when she replied: "Haruka Tenoh, why? You should know that." "Are you a soldier?" Michiru now asked, fearing the answer. Haruka shrugged, as far as the handcuffs that held her allowed it, and replied: "I'm supposed to be one. Instead, I became a little rebel. Why are you asking all that things?" Michiru let out a small sigh, knowing that Haruka still could be pretending. But there was one more way to find out if the blonde was back to her old, loveable self. When she had been the perfect soldier, Haruka had never shown any pain, although the bullet wound Ichiro had caused still hadn't been treated. "Haruka...I'm sorry." Michiru softly spoke before she lashed out and brought her fist down on the shot wound.
Harukas pain filled, raw scream echoed through the motel, causing all the other guests and the receptionist to look up in surprise. Finally, the blondes scream faded away, leaving her with a small moan on her lips and thick droplets of sweat running down her cheeks. The wound started to bleed again, staining the uniform Haruka still wore. "I'm sorry." Michiru repeated, sounding terribly helpless and near tears. Haruka looked at her with tears in her eyes. "That was...uncalled for." she finally managed to press out between gritted teeth. "Why did you do that?" Michiru dug the key of the handcuffs out of her pocket and unlocked them, freeing Harukas hands. "When you rescued me from the lab, you became a different person." she then explained. Haruka raised one eyebrow while she rubbed her wrists. "You became the perfect soldier." Michiru continued. "You took me hostage, and we drove to this motel. I knocked you out with that vase, and when you woke up again, you still were the perfect soldier...and so, I knocked you out again." "That explains my headache." Haruka mumbled, frowning. "But why did you have to hit on my wound?" she then demanded to know. Michiru sighed and spoke on: "During your time as perfect soldier, you never showed any pain when it came to the wound or to anything else. But when you still were Haruka back at the lab, I could see that you were hurt. So, I hit on your wound to find out if you were only acting and pretending to be the Haruka I know, or if you really were my Haruka." Haruka nodded. "I understand." she then spoke, giving her girlfriend a weak smile. "Now, Michiru...I have two things I need." Michiru smiled at her and waited for her to speak on. "First, I want you to kiss me." Haruka stated, smiling. "And second...can you take me to a hospital after the kiss?"
Three hours later, Haruka found herself in a hospital, her wound stitched up and bandaged. Michiru sat next to her bed, smiling. "How are you feeling, hon?" the aqua haired girl finally asked, gently taking Harukas hand into hers. "Pretty good, thanks." Haruka replied, grinning. She gently squeezed her hand. "I'm just glad that you brought me back to my old self." she then spoke softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. "And I'm glad to have you back." Michiru replied before the couple sank into a deep, passionate kiss.