Chapter 4: Family Feud
The next morning, Haruka woke up when her father knocked against the door of her room. "Haruka, wake up!" he called out, much to the blondes dismay. She groaned and opened her eyes, sitting up in her bed. "What is it, dad?" the blonde finally spoke while she climbed out of the bed and walked over to the door, opening it. "I just called Terminator Inc." her father spoke. "They said that they can fix your knee on Saturday, at six." "What?" Haruka cried out. "Dad! I have a date at seven, how shall I manage this!" "You'll have to cancel your date." Her father replied, pity in his voice. "Saturday at six was the only date Terminator Inc. had free." Haruka let out a sigh and nodded. "Okay…I'll call Michiru and tell her then." "Fine." Her father replied, giving her an odd smile. "I need to go to the hospital now, see you later." "See you." Haruka replied, waving goodbye to her dad. He left while Haruka walked over to the phone, picked up the receiver and dialled Michirus number.
Michiru was sitting in her room, reading a novel, when suddenly the phone rang. She heard how her mother answered it, and one minute later, Hitomi called out: "Michiru! It's for you." Michiru jumped up and hurried out of her room and over to where her mother stood with the receiver in her hand. "It's Haruka." The elder woman whispered. Michiru beamed and took the receiver. "Hello?" she spoke, her heartbeat increasing when Harukas voice came. "Hey, Michiru." The blonde spoke, already feeling sorry for what she would have to say next. "What's up?" the aqua haired girl now asked. Haruka took in a deep breath and finally spoke: "I have to cancel our date, Michiru. I'm sorry." Michiru could feel how her heart sank. "Oh…" she softly spoke, earning a small sigh from Haruka. "I'm sorry. But I have an important appointment at six, so…how about if we meet Saturday next week?" "Okay." Michiru replied, smiling again. "Seven again?" she then asked, and Haruka agreed. "I'll pick you up. Can we talk on the phone once or twice until then?" "Of course." Michiru replied, her smile widening. The two women kept talking for almost half an hour, then finally quit their conversation and both hung up.
"Dad?" Hiroshi looked up at his daughter's voice. "Yes, Haruka?" he asked, smiling up to his daughter. Haruka let out a sigh before she spoke: "I cancelled my date. Hopefully it'll only take one appointment to fix my leg…" "Probably." Her father replied, smiling. "I hope Michiru wasn't too mad." He then added. Haruka shook her head. "I don't think so…we'll have our date next week, instead of today." "I see…" her father replied, an odd expression on his face. "Dad…" Haruka spoke, letting out a sigh. "Stop trying to change me." Hiroshi gave her a surprised look. "Trying to change you?" he then repeated. Haruka glared at him and replied: "Yes. Stop trying to make me straight. I'm a lesbian, so get over it and get on with your live." Hiroshi jumped up, angered. "Haruka! You can't talk to me like that!" he yelled out, returning to the impossible way he had been before Harukas accident. "Oh yes, I can!" Haruka shot back, feeling how anger grew inside her. Hiroshi stared at her, his eyes practically burning with anger. "You will not go on that date." He finally pressed out between clenched teeth. "Oh yes, I will." Haruka replied, clenching her fists. "And you will not keep me from going!" Hiroshi stared at his daughter, sheer anger in his eyes. "I'm your father, and you will do what I tell you! And when I tell you that won't go to that date, you'll obey me!" he then yelled, his face reddening. "So you're my father, eh?" Haruka shot back, not to calm herself either. "Well then, maybe you should start behaving like one." And with that, she turned around on her heels and marched out of the room, leaving her father behind with his mouth hanging open.
Haruka drove down the street, stepping down on the gas pedal so hard that it almost touched the floor of her car. She didn't really know where she driving; the only thing that counted was that she drove, the destination didn't matter. After almost one hour of driving around, the blonde finally decided that she would drive over to the racetrack. No sooner thought than done, Haruka stepped down on the gas pedal even harder, speeding off to the track.
"Hey Haruka!" Haruka turned her head into the direction of the man calling out to her while she walked into the track's lounge, waving over to the guy. "Hey Kaketo!" she called back, her attention already focused to her race car. The blonde didn't notice how Kaketo rose from his chair, and if she would have noticed, she wouldn't have cared. The blonde opened the hood of her car, with the intention to check if everything was okay. Ever since somebody had tampered with her car and caused her nearly deadly crash, Haruka was more then careful when it came to checking everything. After almost twenty minutes, the blonde was satisfied with her check and closed the hood again when all of a sudden the sound of a motor being revved made her look up. One of the racer cars drove towards her with unbelievable speed; but it wasn't that that scared Haruka to no end. The scary thing was that the driver of the car was wearing a black ski mask, making it impossible for her to see his face. When Haruka realized that the car wouldn't stop, but had the intention to drive over her, she turned around and ran.