Chapter 6: Painful Truth

David sat up in his chair, his eyes widening at Harukas words. "What do you mean, you have my girlfriend?" he finally managed to ask. "What part about it didn't you understand?" Haruka shot back, her voice clearly showing that she was making fun of David. "She's here at my HQ. Don't worry, she's all well and in good hands." "Somehow, the words In good hands and your name don't work well together." David shot back, now getting angry. Haruka chuckled at him and shrugged, what he didn't see though since they were at the phone. "What do you want?" David now asked, his voice shaking with barely controlled rage. "Oh, nothing special, David. I just want to see you dead." Haruka replied, grinning when she heard David huff at that. "Dream on, Tenoh. If someone will die here, it'll be you." "Remember who has a hostage here." Haruka shot back. "If I were you, I would watch my mouth, Westwood." David clenched his teeth tightly and squeezed the phone again, nearly making it break. "So what do you want from her?" he finally asked, already knowing what the answer would be. "A simple exchange." Haruka replied, grinning. "You give up your group of Yakuza, and I give back your girl." "Never." David replied, his voice stern. "Never, eh." Haruka echoed. "Does that mean that you want me to do same thing to you you did to me three years ago?" For a few seconds, there was silence, and then, David simply hung up the phone. Haruka growled and did the same, staring out of the window deep in thought afterwards. Finally, after almost twenty minutes, the blonde tore herself out of her thoughts and walked over into the room Michiru was held prisoner in.

Michiru looked up when Haruka entered her room, her eyes filled with fear. "I just called your boyfriend." Haruka informed her, sitting down on one of the two chairs while she spoke and putting her feet on the table. "…and?" Michiru dared to ask, not knowing what would come next. "Seems like he doesn't care a lot about you, since he isn't willing to do what I told him to get you back." Haruka spoke, giving her trademark grin. Michiru could feel how anger bubbled up inside her again at that statement, and she snapped: "Of course he cares for me! You probably asked him to kill himself or something, so I'm not surprised that he said no!" Haruka just chuckled and shook her head. "Just to inform you, all I wanted him to do was to give up his little Yakuza group. And he…" "His little what?" Michiru cried out all of a sudden, jumping up. Haruka gave her a surprised look. "His little Yakuza group. Now don't tell me you didn't know about that." Michiru shook her head, disbelief shining from her eyes. "No! I always thought that he has a normal company…" Haruka stared at her for a few moments, then broke into a wide grin. "I can't believe it. You're his girlfriend and he didn't tell you about him being a Yakuza boss? My oh my." Michiru huffed and knew that she was lying when she replied. "And? I understand that he didn't tell me, he probably feared that it would scare me away." Haruka snorted and leaned back in  her seat again, ignoring the dull pain that was throbbing through her shoulder. "Yeah right. So you want to tell me that you don't mind at all? He lied to you for years." Michiru shrugged and sat down on the bed again. "That's called love, Haruka. But you probably don't know anything about that, so…" Haruka stared at her, an unmistakeable expression in her eyes all of a sudden. Michiru didn't know what she saw there at first, but she was kind of shocked when she realized that it was hurt. Abruptly, the blonde rose from her chair, shooting a death glare towards Michiru. "I know more about love than you could ever guess." She spoke coldly, while Michiru wondered if maybe she had gone too far now. "Then how come that you behave that way?" the aqua haired girl shot back, knowing that she was pushing her luck right now. Haruka probably would send her back to her old cell as soon as this was over, but she just had to get this out now. "Nobody who would know about love would keep me away from the one I love like you do." Haruka clenched her fist, staring down at her prisoner with what seemed like hate in her eyes. "If you knew what it's like to be separated from the one you love", Michiru now continued, "you would have let me go already." Suddenly, the blonde Yakuza boss smashed her fist down on the table, causing Michiru to jump. "You think I don't know what it is like to be separated from the one you love?" Haruka now shouted, her voice shaking with rage. "Let me tell you one thing, you know nothing about me. Nothing! The one I loved is dead, and it was your fucking boyfriend who killed her!" Michiru was shocked at that; all she could do was stare at Haruka, not knowing what to say. As if that was encouraging her, Haruka spoke on, her voice much softer all of a sudden. "He slit her throat right in front of me." The blonde continued, staring out of the window instead of looking at Michiru. Finally, her gaze dropped back on the aqua haired girl, who stared at her wide-eyed. "How can you love someone like him?" Haruka asked, a suspicious shimmer glinting in her eyes. Before Michiru had the time to reply, the blonde had turned around and left the room, slamming the door close behind her.