Chapter 7

//Okay guys, last chapter! Okay, you're probably confused, with the sudden switch from Hope and Avril to Sam and Ashlee. Well. I dunno, I musta been high (on Pepsi, of course) Eh, just thought I'd tell you. Anyhoo, moving along.//

*2 weeks later* Michiru had recently gotten out of the hospital. Knowing what an asshole her dad was, Haruka immediately offered to let Michiru move in with her. She, of course, accepted. Anything to get away from them. But, to Haruka, simply removing Michiru from her parents wasn't enough. They needed to suffer, just as Michiru had suffered, just how she herself had suffered.

"No, Haruka! No, you can't! You'll get yourself hurt." Michiru shrieked, in near hysterics. Haruka grabbed her by the shoulders, and looked her deep in the eyes. "Michi, Michi honey. I love you, you know that, right?" (A/N; Ah, she can finally say it!) Michiru nodded, her blue eyes wide. "Well, he hurt you. I can't let him get away with it. I'll be fine." Michiru sighed, and gave up, wrapping her arms around the taller woman's waist and resting her head on her shoulder.

Later that night, Haruka, dressed in a black trenchcoat, with (for some reason) a hood, slunk out of the house. She made her way silently over to her car, then jumped in and sped off, tyres squealing. 10 minutes later, The yellow convertible pulled up outside Michiru's parent's elegant mansion. Who would have guessed that such beautiful house belonged to such disgusting people? Haruka's thoughts swirled around in her head as she made her way up the path, letting herself in through the unlocked front door. 'It's unwise to leave your door unlocked in Tokyo.' She thought grimly to herself.

After a bit of fumbling in the dark, Haruka made her way to the couple's bedroom. She creaked the door open, and saw they were asleep. So she barged her way into the room as noisily as possible, screaming "Heeeeeeeere's Johnny!" They both sat bolt upright in bed and screamed at the top of their voices terrified. "Honey! Help, who is this person!" Michiru's mother screamed. 'Quiet Naoko, baby, I'll take care of him!" He stood next to Haruka, trying to look menacing, but failed miserably. Suddenly, Haruka's hood fell back a little bit, revealing some of her face. His eyes widened, and he snarled. "Wait. You're that sick dyke that Michiru had a crush on, aren't you?" Haruka rolled her eyes. "Yep. And you hurt Michiru. She almost DIED because of you, you sick motherfucker!" With that, Haruka started violently punching the man in the face. She felt the bones break, and blood flowed freely from his nose and mouth. Naoko screamed, and Haruka turned on her. "Shut up, bitch, or you're next!" Haruka dropped Mr. Kaioh to the ground and kicked him some more, before tying both people up tightly and heading home. She was back before midnight.

The next morning, Michiru woke up to find Haruka fast asleep. With her shoes on? She found it a little strange, but thought nothing of it. After all, Haruka herself was a little strange! She went outside to get the paper, shivering as the chilly morning breeze touched her bare arms and face. She hurried back inside to the warm sanctuary of the house, and to read her paper. She was just sitting down, when something caught her eye. Hmm, interesting article, she thought, quickly reading it

WEALTHY COUPLE BEATEN IN HORROR NIGHTMARE Last night, at approximately 10.00, a mystery person crept into the house of Mr. and Mrs. Ryo Kaioh, and savagely beat Mr. Kaioh, breaking his jaw and nose, and knocking out several teeth. He has also suffered bruised organs. Mrs. Kaioh, luckily, suffered nothing but mental trauma.

After the attack, Mr. Kaioh had pink boxers placed on his head like a hat, and Mrs. Kaioh was stripped down to her underwear. They were both then tied up.

When our reporter questioned the chief of police doing the examinations, he said: The friggin' idiot, doesn't remember a thing due to 'amnesia'. Pah, I don't blame that guy for trying to kill him, what a idiot. So, when do you start recording? Oh."

The paper would just like to remind the reader that the opinion that Ryo Kaioh is a 'friggin' idiot' is the police chief's own.

Michiru sucked in her breath, recognizing immediately both the picture of her parents next to it, and the identity of the attacker. Haruka. Michiru nervously re-read the article a few times, then, realizing there was no immediate danger, decided to pretend it never happened. So, when Haruka came downstairs, looking adorably ruffled from sleep, and flopped onto the couch next to her, Michiru simply tucked the newspaper away so Haruka couldn't see it, wrapped her arms around the other woman's neck, and whispered huskily into her ear. "Hey, baby." She then started passionately kissing her. 'No use crying over spilt milk.' Michiru thought to herself, smirking into the kiss.