Chapter 4:
Given confidence from her talk with the teachers, Michiru ran all over town, checking all the spots she knew Haruka loved. No Haruka at the racetrack, No Haruka at the local bar, No Haruka at her home, No Haruka. Well, you get the idea.
Fuming, Michiru flopped on the sidewalk, muttering to herself, only to be tapped on the shoulder by Haruka herself, who'd just come out of the Crown Game Centre, followed by a group of giggling schoolgirls with hearts in their eyes. "Bye Haruka!" They sang in unison. Haruka looked up, and gave them her best lady-killer smile. "Bye guys!" She then sat down next to Michiru. "Wow, what a coincidence I found you here!" (A/N: Gee, I just love coincidences. They make writing so much easier! ^_^) "Yeah." Michiru replied tonelessly, looking away. "Listen, Haruka. I've been looking for you all day, and I want to ask you a question." Michiru took a deep breath. "Do you love me?" Haruka gaped, and before she had any control over the matter, one single, untrue, heartbreaking word slipped out. ".no." Michiru sighed. "I see." She stood up and walked stiffly away.
Haruka gawked after her, and said to herself: ".no? What the hell did I say that for? Haruka picked up her wallet from the ground beside her (god only knows how it ended up down there) and started smacking herself around the head with it. (A/N: Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!) "Baka, Haruka! Father was right, I am a complete and total idiot!" Then her head snapped up, and she thought out loud. "Wait. The last time this happened, Michiru hurt herself! Oh, shit! Michiru, come back, please!" Michiru was by then out of sight, and Haruka jumped up and followed, to prevent Michiru from hurting herself again.
Haruka ran throughout the city, completely forgetting her car, searching for the miserable girl. Suddenly, from one of the dingy alleys, she heard a loud gunshot. She stood frozen for a moment, then ran over, dreading what she was about to see.
The picture in her mind turned to reality as she saw the beautiful violinist slumped on the ground in a pool of her own blood, a silver handgun on the ground beside her. Haruka screamed, tears flowing freely down her face. "MICHIRU!" She ran over, sobbing, and fell to her knees beside the dying girl. "Michiru. Michiru, come back." At the blonde's words, Michiru's eyes fluttered open. She smiled sweetly, and placed her hand on Haruka's. She whispered hoarsely. "Don't worry, Haruka, I did the right thing. Nobody will miss me." With those words, her heart stopped beating, and blood trickled out of her mouth. She was gone.
THIS FIC IS NOT FINISHED!! REPEAT, NOT FINISHED!! There's still a chapter or two to go. Keep reading!
Given confidence from her talk with the teachers, Michiru ran all over town, checking all the spots she knew Haruka loved. No Haruka at the racetrack, No Haruka at the local bar, No Haruka at her home, No Haruka. Well, you get the idea.
Fuming, Michiru flopped on the sidewalk, muttering to herself, only to be tapped on the shoulder by Haruka herself, who'd just come out of the Crown Game Centre, followed by a group of giggling schoolgirls with hearts in their eyes. "Bye Haruka!" They sang in unison. Haruka looked up, and gave them her best lady-killer smile. "Bye guys!" She then sat down next to Michiru. "Wow, what a coincidence I found you here!" (A/N: Gee, I just love coincidences. They make writing so much easier! ^_^) "Yeah." Michiru replied tonelessly, looking away. "Listen, Haruka. I've been looking for you all day, and I want to ask you a question." Michiru took a deep breath. "Do you love me?" Haruka gaped, and before she had any control over the matter, one single, untrue, heartbreaking word slipped out. ".no." Michiru sighed. "I see." She stood up and walked stiffly away.
Haruka gawked after her, and said to herself: ".no? What the hell did I say that for? Haruka picked up her wallet from the ground beside her (god only knows how it ended up down there) and started smacking herself around the head with it. (A/N: Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!) "Baka, Haruka! Father was right, I am a complete and total idiot!" Then her head snapped up, and she thought out loud. "Wait. The last time this happened, Michiru hurt herself! Oh, shit! Michiru, come back, please!" Michiru was by then out of sight, and Haruka jumped up and followed, to prevent Michiru from hurting herself again.
Haruka ran throughout the city, completely forgetting her car, searching for the miserable girl. Suddenly, from one of the dingy alleys, she heard a loud gunshot. She stood frozen for a moment, then ran over, dreading what she was about to see.
The picture in her mind turned to reality as she saw the beautiful violinist slumped on the ground in a pool of her own blood, a silver handgun on the ground beside her. Haruka screamed, tears flowing freely down her face. "MICHIRU!" She ran over, sobbing, and fell to her knees beside the dying girl. "Michiru. Michiru, come back." At the blonde's words, Michiru's eyes fluttered open. She smiled sweetly, and placed her hand on Haruka's. She whispered hoarsely. "Don't worry, Haruka, I did the right thing. Nobody will miss me." With those words, her heart stopped beating, and blood trickled out of her mouth. She was gone.
THIS FIC IS NOT FINISHED!! REPEAT, NOT FINISHED!! There's still a chapter or two to go. Keep reading!
