Chapter 8: Welcome Home
„Haruka…my God, finally, you woke up…" Michiru stammered, staring at her lover, her eyes filled with happiness, relief, warmth and love. Haruka gave her a weak smile before she whispered: "Bad weeds grow tall." Michiru laughed and sobbed the same time, a sound that was pretty unique, and gave Harukas hand a gentle squeeze. "How do you feel, love?" she then asked, tears of happiness streaming down her face while she spoke. "As if some maniac…sliced me open." Haruka replied before closing her eyes and letting out a soft groan. "Are you in pain?" Michiru immediately asked. "Do you want me to get the doctor?" Haruka shook her head and opened her eyes again, looking at her girlfriend. "No, not necessary…I'm fine." "And you will be much better soon." Michiru replied, not being able to stop smiling while she spoke. "The doctor said that you will be okay in no time as soon as you awake from the coma…and now that that happened…" The aqua haired girl sobbed again, squeezing Harukas hand once more. "I thought that I would lose you…" she then whispered, the relief she felt finally breaking through. "I was so scared, Haruka…" "Shht." Haruka whispered, her thumb gently stroking the back of Michirus hand. "It's okay, Michiru…I'll be okay. You don't have to worry anymore." Michiru nodded and let go of Harukas hand for a moment, only to dig out a handkerchief and blow her nose loudly. "I need to get the doctor, he has to check on you." She then softly spoke before bending over the bed and gently kissing Haruka. "I'll be right back, Love." Haruka nodded and smiled, and Michiru hurried out of the room. That was when the machine that monitored Harukas heartbeat decided to have some kind of short circuit and showed a flat line, accompanied with a long drawn-out beep. "Funny." Haruka thought to herself, slowly closing her eyes. "Now that I wake up, the machine decides to tell that I died. Who cares…" Knowing that the doctor would show up soon anyway and check the machine, Haruka didn't really mind the beeping noise; she simply ignored it and dozed off.
Goro watched how the aqua haired girl he had held captive left the room of the blonde detective, shared a few words with the police officer who guarded the door and then hurried down the hallway. He smiled, knowing that this was the best opportunity he could get. Holding the butcher hook close to his leg, he sneaked over to the officer, approaching him from behind. Before the man knew what was happening, Goro had grabbed him from behind and cut his throat open. The man sank to the ground with a soft gurgling noise, blood splashing out of the wound and wetting the floor. Goro smiled when the man sank to the ground dead and opened the door; he entered the room quickly and closed the door behind him again, hoping that he would have enough time to finish what he had started a week ago.
No. No, this can't be. Goro's thoughts ran wild while he stared at the heart monitoring machine in shock. The flat line and the long beep clearly showed that Tenoh was dead; but why had her girlfriend left the room then just a few minutes ago? Because she wants to get the doctor and make him do some miracle so she comes back to life, dumbass. The voice of the killer's son came, making him jump. You failed me, father! You failed me! You didn't kill her! "I did!" Goro protested, not noticing how Haruka started to stir in her bed. "She died because of the wound I inflected to her!" Before his son had the chance to reply, a weak voice came from the bed, scaring the living daylights out of Goro. "Huh…?" Haruka mumbled, sleepily opening her eyes. Goro stared at her for a few seconds, then his eyes fell on the monitor – which still showed that the blonde was dead – and suddenly he let out an ear-shattering scream, the hook sliding out of his numb fingers and falling to the floor with a clattering sound. (A/N: Thanks nyxity for giving me that idea! ^_^) Haruka stared at the killer, her heartbeat increasing when she realized who this strange screaming man in her room was. She reached out and pressed the buzzer button that alarmed the nurses, hoping that they would come here before Goro realized that she wasn't a living dead, but that the machine simply had some error. Before the nurses reached the room though, the door flew open, revealing Michiru and Harukas doctor standing there. Michirus eyes widened at the sight of the man who had held her captive for so long, but she reacted surprisingly quick. With one fast step, the aqua haired girl had entered the room and grabbed the vase that stood on the small desk next to Harukas bed, and before anyone else had time to realize what the aqua haired girls intention was, she lashed out and smashed the vase on Goro's head, causing it to shatter and water to splash everywhere. Goro's scream stopped as quick as if somebody had cut his vocal chords; his eyes rolled back in his head, and he collapsed to the floor in a limp heap. Haruka let out a relieved sigh when she saw the man who nearly had killed her break down, at the same time thanking the heart monitor for having this little circuit. After all, it had been the fact that Goro had thought that she was dead that had saved her life.
"Let me out of here!" Goro screamed, jumping against the rubber-foam walls of his cells in anger. "I don't belong here! I'm not insane!" As always, he didn't receive an answer; no one of the employees in the mental asylum really talked to him, all they did was giving him strange answers that had nothing to do with the things he had said. Finally, the mad man got tired of jumping against the walls and let himself fall to the rubber-foam ground, staring down at his feet. Welcome home, father. The voice of his son spoke in his head, sounding disappointed and jeering at the same time. Welcome home.
