Chapter 6: Police Visit

Haruka was back to dozing when another light knock at her door made her open her eyes again. "Yes please?" she weakly spoke, trying ignore the throbbing feeling that ran through her hands – a feeling that probably soon would change into searing pain again. The door opened, and a young man accompanied by a slightly older woman poked their heads in. "Tenoh Haruka?" the woman asked, smiling at the blonde. Haruka nodded, and the two entered the room. "Good afternoon, Tenoh-san. I'm Officer Asami, and this is my colleague, Officer Sukoro." The woman spoke while her younger colleague closed the door behind him. "Good afternoon." Haruka replied, watching how the two police people approached the bed and sat down, Sukoro using the other chair that stood in the far end of the room. "How can I help you?" Haruka asked, raising one eyebrow while she somehow managed to sit up without making her hands hurt even more. "We are here because of what happened to you." Sukoro spoke, giving the blonde a look filled with sympathy. "Actually, we are here to find out who did this." Haruka let out a small sigh, closing her eyes for a  second before opening them again and looking at the two police people. "I wish I could give you information that could help with finding the culprit." She softly spoke. "I really do. But I have not the slightest idea who could have done this." Sukoro sighed slightly while Asami looked at the blonde encouragingly. "We know that you don't really know who did this. But maybe we can find out. Do you have any enemies, Tenoh-san?" Haruka shook her head. "None that I know about. Of course, there are people who are envious about what I reached, especially pianists who are older than me and not as successful…but I don't think that anyone of them is capable of doing something like that." Asami nodded while Sukoro sat next to her, eagerly scribbling down what she said in a small black notebook. "I see…" Asami spoke, thoughtfully leaning her chin into one hand. "And…you never were threatened by any of those other pianists?" Haruka frowned while she tried to remember if anyone ever had said anything that could be considered a threat. "Well…" she finally slowly spoke, "there was one incident…but I'm not sure if it really was a threat." Asami raised one eyebrow, looking at the blonde questioningly. "Please tell us, Tenoh-san." She then spoke, leaning back in the chair and crossing her arms over her chest. "Well…it was after my last concert, three days ago. I just was walking out of my dressing room, ready to leave and head home, when another pianist…I think his name is Koji Misato…came up to me and pushed me against the wall. When I asked him what was wrong, he just hissed Do you like surprises? before he let go of me again and hurried off before I had a chance to ask him what exactly he wanted to say with that." Haruka explained, hoping that this didn't sound too stupid. "I see." Asami mumbled. "This does make sense for us, Tenoh-san…thanks to the good brain of the mailman who delivered the package to you." "Oh?" Haruka replied, now being her turn for raising an eyebrow. "And how does it make sense, if you don't mind me asking?" "Well…the mailman, Kenichi-san, told us that the package had Surprise, Surprise written on it. There wasn't a sender on it – would have been too good to be true – only those two words, and they didn't help us much. But now that you told us about this incident, it does help a lot." "So you think it was Koji?" Haruka asked, capturing the police woman's eyes with hers. "Indeed, Tenoh-san…well, let's say that he is a suspect. We will pay him a little visit and ask him a few nice questions." Haruka nodded, leaning back in her pillow, letting out a small sigh. "It won't give me back my ability to play…but please…make sure that whoever did this gets a fair share of jail time." She softly spoke, earning another sympathetic look from Sukoro and a nod from Asami. "We will, Tenoh-san. And you'll be the first to know." With that, the two police people rose from their chairs, explaining that they had to visit Koji now, said their goodbyes and walked off. As soon as they were out the door, Dr. Kaioh entered the room, smiling brightly at Haruka. "I see that police was here. Do they have any clue who did it?" the aqua haired woman asked while she sat down next to the bed, crossing her legs. "Sorta." Haruka replied, trying to ignore the pain in her hands – and the annoying itch she felt on her right upper leg. "They have a suspect…a pianist who asked me if I like surprises after the end of my last concert." Michiru raised one eyebrow, looking slightly unconvinced. "And because of that they suspect him?" she asked, her raised eyebrow wandering down again and turning into a frown. "Not just because of that…but according to the mailman who brought the package and called the ambulance, the words Surprise, Surprise were written on it, instead of a sender." "Oh." Michiru mumbled. "Well, that's a good reason to suspect him then…but anyway, that's not  why I'm here. There's something else too." Haruka slightly smiled at the doctor before she asked: "And what would that be, Kaioh-san?" Michiru gave her another, bright smile. "Wait here for a second." She then begged before jumping up again and hurrying out of the room. Seconds later, the aqua haired woman came back in – pushing a black and silver wheelchair along in front of her. Haruka raised one eyebrow, at first looking at the wheelchair, then at Michiru. "A wheelchair? Did I miss something and my legs got hurt too?" she asked, only half jokingly. Michiru giggled slightly, making Haruka feel much better immediately, and shook her head. "Don't worry, your legs aren't hurt. I just don't want you to walk already, but I thought that maybe a little trip into the hospital garden would be nice for you." Haruka gave her another smile, this time a more heartily one, and nodded. "A nice idea, Kaioh-san. Let's get rolling then." Michiru giggled again while she rolled the wheelchair over to the bed. "Good to see that you didn't loose your humour." She softly spoke before gently helping her patient into the wheelchair and rolled her out of the room, over to the elevator.