Chapter 11: Don't Let Me Down
Michiru strolled over to the door that led to Harukas room, whistling a happy song while she pushed the cart that had Harukas and her lunch on it in front of her. She just raised her hand to knock when suddenly an angered, male voice drifted through the wood, making the aqua haired woman stop her hand in mid-air and causing her to frown at the words she heard. "Don't you get it, Haruka-san? I can't be your agent anymore, you are useless for me!" Michiru let her hand fall back to her side and leaned closer to the door, determined to hear what Haruka had to say about that. "But Yosuke! I still can write songs, and I will need you to find the right people for playing them!" the blonde now replied, Michirus heart aching at how desperate the voice of her patient sounded. "You'll have to find someone else then." The man named Yosuke answered, his voice cold and harsh, causing anger to well up inside Michiru. How can he dare to talk with her like that? Didn't she go through enough already? Is it necessary that this idiot keeps telling her how useless she is? "You were my best pianist, Haruka-san, but now that you let that bomb blow four of your fingers off, I'm afraid that I can't afford it to be your agent anymore." Michiru clenched her fists, fighting down the urge to barge into the room and kick the man's ass from here to next Sunday. She stopped fighting her desire when she heard what Haruka replied, her voice shaking with what were probably held-back tears. "Don't let me down, Yosuke…please." That's it. Michiru decided, the anger she had been feeling to this point turning into a hot, searing flame of rage. She grabbed the door handle and pushed it down, nearly throwing the door open. Both Haruka and her manager looked up at the entrance of the doctor, and Harukas eyes nearly fell out when Michiru stormed over to the bed and grabbed Yosuke's collar, pulling the yelping man up until they were eye-to-eye. "Let go of me, you maniac!" the manager cried out, trying to pry her hands off his collar. "You stupid piece of shit!" Michiru hissed, causing Haruka to gasp in shock that the normally polite and calm doctor would use words like that. "Do you think that it's very useful for Haruka's healing process if you tell her how useless she is? Do you really think so?" the aqua haired woman now shouted, while Haruka just kept staring at her. She said Haruka instead of Haruka-san or Haruka-chan. Could this mean something? The blonde thought to herself while Yosuke tried to stammer out what was probably an excuse. Finally, Michiru let go of the scared manager, and he rose from the chair as fast as he could, hurrying out of the room with such high speed that he nearly stumbled and fell. Michiru let out the breath she had been holding inside, running both hands down her white doctors coat to straightened it. "Sorry about that outburst." She mumbled, not daring to look at Haruka. "It's okay…I have to thank you." The blonde let out a sigh and looked down at her hands. "Although Yosuke probably was right." She spoke, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible. "I am useless for him." "No, Haruka-san! Don't think like that…please. It's not true. Like you said yourself, you still can write songs…" "But I won't find anyone to play them if I don't have my manager to help me!" Haruka cried out, her desperation clearly showing through her voice. "You don't need him!" Michiru shot back, hoping that her voice sounded convincingly enough. "You are famous, Haruka-san, and I'm sure that you will find enough people who are more than willing to play what you wrote without that guy!" "…you think so?" Haruka slowly asked, looking up at the aqua haired woman with a mix of hope and fear in her eyes. Great. Michiru thought to herself while she smiled at the blonde and nodded. Just now as she was getting better, that idiot had to come and send her back into feeling insecure…I have to make sure that it doesn't turn into depression. "I'm one hundred percent sure. Don't worry." Haruka nodded, letting out a heavy sigh and leaning back in her pillow. "Thanks." She then softly spoke, her eyes meeting those of the aqua haired doctor and capturing them. "Thanks for being there for me." "Nothing to thank me for." Michiru replied while she just sat there, her gaze never leaving the one of the blonde. Slowly, Michiru could feel how she bent down – it was as if someone else had taken over her body and decided that now was the right time – and much to her happiness, Haruka didn't move back or look surprised or even scared. Instead, a longing look filled the blondes eyes, though she never looked away. And finally, Michirus lips met those of her patient in an at first innocent and soft kiss. Then, Haruka pushed herself up on her elbows, adding more pressure, and finally, the kiss deepened, the tongues of the two women meeting with such passion that the room almost seemed to heat up. Finally, Michiru broke the kiss by slowly pulling back, still enjoying the sweet taste of her patients lips and mouth while she did. When the two opened their eyes again, both were a little out of breath. "God, Michiru…" Haruka whispered, her voice full of emotion. Michiru just pulled her close, hugging her and feeling how her heart started to sing when Haruka hugged her back, leaning her face against the aqua haired woman's shoulder. "Promise you'll never let me down." The low, husky voice of the blonde came, slightly muffled. "I promise." Michiru whispered back. "I'll never let you down…and I'll never leave you. I love you, Haruka…" "I love you too." The blonde replied, leaning back up to look at the woman that now was her girlfriend. Their eyes met once more, and both started to smile. Then, they kissed again, not caring if maybe someone was watching through the open door or if somebody could come walking in. All they thought about was the other one, and how happy they were that they both finally had found someone to love.
