Chapter 9 Life Stories

Hours later, Michiru woke up in a strange bed. She quickly sat up and looked around worried. She looked toward the foot of her bed and saw Haruka sleeping in a chair. 'He saved me. . . I nearly killed him, but he still saved me.'

A door beside the bed opened and Lita poked her head in. "Hi, Michiru."

"Hi, Lita. . . What are you doing here?"

"Haruka and I live together."

"You live together? . . . For how long?"

"Sense we both got out of college."

"Oh. . . " She looked down at her hands.

"So are you hungry?"

"No, I'm fine."

Lita smiled as she came in and took Haruka with her. "If you need anything just yell." She closed the door behind her.

Michiru laid down and looked up at the ceiling, then Newman's voice echoed in her mind. "The only person you can trust is me."

She turned to look out a window. 'I don't trust anyone.'

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Haruka got up and went to the table for breakfast and was drinking her coffee. She looked up and saw Michiru coming out of her bed room. "Hi Michiru."

Michiru looked up at her and gave her a weak smile. "Hi Haruka." She got a cup of coffee and sat down in front of Haruka. "Haruka?" She looked up at her from her paper. "Why didn't you tell me that you and Lita were going out?"

"Going. . . Out?" Haruka looked at her lost. "Lita and I are not going out."

'No, oh gods no!' She looked at Haruka her eyes becoming misty.

When Haruka saw her eyes start to tear up, her eyes grew wide. "M-Michiru, what is it?"

"Why did you make me think you were in love with me? . . . When you were in love with Lita."

"I-in love with Lita? What makes you think I'm in love with Lita?"

"You and her have been living together ever sense you two got out of college."

"Yeah, we've been living together, but we're just friends." Haruka put a small smile on her face and reached out and touched her hand.

Michiru smiled as she looked u pat Haruka. "So do you really love me, or is that just another illusion?"

Haruka soflty smiled and rubbed Michiru's hadn with her thumb. "No my feelings for you are real. . . Just as real as my thumb on your hand."

She put her other hand on the hand that was on her's, knowing this would make Haruka give her all her attention. "I'm so glad I have finally found a man who actually cares about me."

That is when Haruka finally realized that Michiru still thinks she is a guy. So she looks away and sighs. "Michiru, before you fall too deep in love with me, there is something I need to tell you. . ." She looked away, but Michiru soflty squeezed her hands, making her look back at her. "I-im not a man. . . . Michiru." Tearing her eyes away from those pretty blue eyes that were Michiru's, not wating to watch her leave.

Her soft voice made Haruka look at her. "Haruka, to most people the outer image might be the most important thing. . . But to me, I fell in love with Haruka, not a man or a woman, but the person be hind the body parts. . . Or there lack of." Causing Haruka to softly laugh.

"Thank you, Michiru. . . I don't' know what would of happened if you had left me."

"Oh Haruka, you are the only person who has been kind to me. . . Besides my mom." She looked down at hands.

Haruka took both her hands in her's gave them a gentle squeeze. "You want to talk about it?"

"When I was a young lady. . . About 15 or there about. . . I had an interest in two female love lifes. My mom saw nothing wrong about it, but when my dad found out, he flipped and threatened to throw me out. But not long after he had mad that threat, my mom packed only important things and we moved out.

While we were out on our own, she gave me the choice to either keep my true last name or change it to my mom's madden name. . . Which is Kaioh. Without hesitation I had changed my name, just like my mom I waned to wash my hands of him."

"Who was your dad?"

Michiru looked at Haruka and said softly. "Mr. Newman."

Haruka's eyes grew wide. "M-Mr. Newman is YOUR dad?" She slowly nodded her head. "So how did you get stuck with him again?"

She looks down at her hands and slowly said. "When I moved out of my mom's house, I had heard about you and how you defended them who needed defending. . . I set out to try and see if I could find you and maybe get inspired to be as strong as you.

Along the way I did get inspired, so I took defense classes and got really good in hand-to-hand fights. When I got to the point that I could enter a competition. . ."

Her eyes grew wide. "You are THE Blue-Jay? T-the one that was untouchable!?" Michiru soflty smiled and gave her a small nod. "Wow, I heard the two names, but I never put two and two together. . . Anyway, continue."

"After my competition and winning, my father came up to me and tried to talk to me as if he hadn't threatened to throw me out. When I tries to ignore him, he grabbed my arms and started to do his chant and take control of me."

Haruka slightly frowned. "But I thought you looking for me was Mr. Newman's idea."

"It was once he found out what I had came to your city for. He took it as his mission as well, because if he could find Wolf-man and capture him. . . He could get one of his men in the police force and let his men run the city. . . I can assure you that it wasn't going to be with good intensions."

"So to make sure he doesn't get what he wants. . . The best thing for BOTH of us to do is to confront him head on."

Michiru nodded her head and looked at Haruka. "Haruka, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Why did you start being Wolf-man?"

Haruka looks down and rubs Michiru's hand. "It was a couple years ago. . . I was happily in love with this girl. . . The wiz of her class. Her name was Amy. But one day while we were walking home from a party, a man walked up to us. He shot me, but he didn't hit anything fatal, but my love, he short and as I held her close and called fro help, she died in my arms." Tears started to gather in her eyes. "As I held her lifeless body in my arms I swore that I would kill that SOB. . . The reason why I fight crime is to get myself ready for when I do meet him and bring him down. . . Just like he brought my girlfriend down."

Michiru reached out and held her hands. "Do you know anything about the man who killed her?"

She shakes her head. "Not really. . ."

"How do you know you haven't confronted him already?" Haruka says nothing, hoping that she hasn't, because she wants to do so much more to him then what she has done to all the criminals.