Chapter six: Loud rage
"You won, you won!" Rumiko danced around Haruka and Michiru and laughed happily. "You even beat Tsukasa!"
It was a very warm day and the competition took place in the huge arena of Tokyo. The sprints were over now, and of course Haruka did win.
"Congratulations. I've never seen anyone being as fast as you." Ami bowed respectfully, but her book laid open next to the big blanket. Surely she had hardly seen anything of the competition at all, but mostly looked into her school books and learned for her next test. However, Haruka was thankful that she came. She and her crazy friends who accepted Michiru for who she was and not for the wheelchair she sat in.
"Hai." Agreed Usagi and wanted to steal another sandwich out of the picnic basket Makoto brought for them. Although the tall girl was only twelve years old she was very talented in making food and especially sandwiches.
"You greedy jerk!" scolded Rei and tried hard to hide the rest of her own sandwich behind her back. Soon the both argued again while Makoto brought her picnic basket into safety. The food was also made for the racer and the handicapped beauty. Usagi and Rei weren't supposed to eat everything, even if they wanted to.
"That's a good reason for party." Declared Minako laughingly and switched on the CD player. Loud pop music filled the air, but it wasn't louder then the yelling of the pupils as the high jump started. No one felt disturbed by them.
Michiru smiled up to her girlfriend. Haruka looked healthier now. She needed over six weeks to get fifteen pounds back and there were a lot of serious talks between them when Haruka tried to start her dangerous starving again. Two weeks ago she had her second period of her life, but she handled it well. She trained hard for the competition and now she was finally able to end the contest between Tsukasa and herself. Michiru, on the other hand, practiced playing the violin again and she already thought about giving a concert. Her doctor declared that she made big progresses and even if she didn't believe him, she felt that she could be happy with her handicapped body each time she was able to swim in the sea. Haruka bought her a swim ring and for the last five weeks she took part in special courses for paralysed people. There she learned step by step that it was possible to swim without the usage of legs.
Michiru raised her head as Haruka thanked for the congratulations and went over to her and sat down next to her on the huge blanket. The wheelchair stood somewhere in the shadow of the big tree. Without saying a word Haruka embraced her girlfriend and held her tight.
Hai, we both survived our darkest hours.
"Tenô Haruka?" The young racer looked up as she heard the low voice and blinked against the sun. Tsukasa stood there. He held the silver medal in his hands and smiled friendly down at her. "Congratulations, you're the best athlete of Mugen Gakkuen. You already were the best when I beat you in spring. You didn't really lose because you stopped before the finish line. 'Cause you wanted to help her. Otherwise I would have never had a chance against you." Tsukasa looked down at Michiru and bowed slightly. "Gomen, that I called you a cripple."
Michiru simply smiled back and stretched her hand to touch his right arm.
"Don't worry, Tsukasa. We all make our own faults time by time." She said.
"You're a very good opponent." Added Haruka and nodded in agreement. Tsukasa bowed again and wanted to go away as Makoto opened her picnic basket again.
"Do you want something to eat, Tsukasa?" she asked and held up a very delicious looking sandwich. Usagi stared greedily at it and tried to catch it, but Makoto was faster.
"Hai, I'd like to." Said the tall boy and took it.
Usagi's angry cries could be heard all over the arena. And the other girls' laughter, too.
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Haruka rose quickly from her bed and looked shocked into the darkness that surrounded her. Only slowly she could see some light in the eternal black that shone through the open window. The young racer took a deep breath and ran a trembling hand through her now sweaty hair. Desperately she tried to calm down her body and her nerves. She closed her eyes again and shook her head slightly. Then she recognized that she was observed. Haruka turned her head and looked into Michiru's big blue eyes. The smaller girl looked very frightened, too.
"Did you have this nightmare, too?" asked Haruka and laid back on the pillow. She wanted to go to take a shower, but as Michiru took her into a comforting, loving embrace she only wanted to stay there.
"That the whole world's going to end? That some strange messiah will try to destroy it until something is found?" Michiru's voice was shaky, but with her girlfriend near it all looked like a lousy nightmare. It was only very strange that they shared the same nightmare. And that it came back, almost every night.
"Hai." Haruka leaned her head against Michiru's and yawned tiredly. Although the dream had been very scary she felt very sleepy. It was in the middle of the night the next day would be the last one of this school year. Haruka and Michiru hadn't really decided yet what to do in their holidays, but Haruka often said that they should go and visit Europe as Michiru always wanted to. The young violinist still hesitated because she wasn't sure if it was possible to enjoy such a long journey in a wheelchair. But Haruka was certain that she would convince her girlfriend within the next week.
"It was just a silly nightmare." Declared Michiru quietly and embraced her girlfriend tighter.
"Hai." Agreed Haruka with he same quiet voice.
But both couldn't believe in their own words any longer.
"Are you satisfied with your school report?" asked Michiru and put down the paper on the table. They sat together on their balcony and enjoyed the nice weather. The coffee was warm and the cake was delicious. Makoto had made it especially for them two days ago. "Because it isn't as good as mine." Teased the young violinist and leaned back in her chair. Her weak legs were covered with a thin blanket and she wore a dark blue summer dress. She held her sea green hair back in a knot in her neck, but some strands already moved in the warm breeze around her ears.
"Actually it's the best report I ever had." Declared Haruka and stared in disbelieve at the good mark she got in French. She didn't know how she had gotten it, but she knew that it had to do something with all those hours she spent with her girlfriend practising for the next test.
At least she's not as serious about it as Ami.
Haruka smiled when she thought of those lessons in their living-room which always ended on the comfortable couch. After two hours of learning Haruka needed something completely different. And kissing her Michi-chan was the greatest pleasure for her. Even more when Michiru forgot over their tender kisses that she actually wanted to ask her Ruka some vocabulary.
"And no one will beat me for it." said Haruka very silently with a sudden and put her school report to Michiru's on the table. The young violinist looked up, then she patted the free space of her chair.
"Come over, Ruka."
The young racer did as she was told and soon they kissed again.
I love you, Ruka.
I love you. Michi-chan.
At that moment the bell rang and interrupted the romantic atmosphere. Haruka rolled her eyes while Michiru only giggled.
"Guess it's Rumiko. Or Usagi and her crazy friends."
"Maybe she wants to cry because of her bad report."
"She's only twelve. She has so much time to learn so much more."
"Don't tell that Ami."
"I won't." Michiru giggled again and leaned back in her chair to enjoy the warm rays of sunlight. Haruka went into their shadowy apartment to open the door.
"If your want to go to swim, Rumiko, we..." said the young racer but her voice died slowly away as she saw the figure standing outside on the corridor. It wasn't the always laughing girl. "What..." whispered Haruka shocked and blinked but the shadow didn't disappear. Nor did the anger in that red face the young racer learned to hate so much during her childhood.
"You traitor!" her father slapped her hard into the face as he brutally entered the apartment. He was faster then the surprised girl and so Haruka couldn't close the door in time. She whimpered as she hit the floor hard. Her father grabbed the collar of her school uniform's shirt and lifted her up again. "How could you dare to run away! You almost won the Grand Prix and then you disappeared. The referees had to disqualify you although you were the best racer!" He slapped her again right into the face and Haruka felt the hot fluid running down her chin. Her nose hurt a lot and she asked herself how long she would have to wear her sunglasses this time. "Why did you just leave without ever telling me that you're still alive! Why did you hide yourself in that bloody school? I've chosen the best school for you and you simply took this one!" He beat her again but this time she defended herself and he let go of her. Her knees gave away and she went down on the carpet again. Helplessly she started to cough as blood got into her throat.
"You're such a disgrace! All I ever wanted was a nice boy and all I got was you! How could you even dare to betray me in that way!"
"Leave her in peace!"
The tall man looked up in surprise as he heard the determined voice from the balcony. He turned his head and stared in disbelieve at the girl down in the wheelchair. He watched how she rolled protectively between him and his daughter.
"You're still together with this witch?" asked the tall man and looked down at the smaller girl in disbelieve. Soon his expression turned from surprise into disgust and finally into hate.
"I've told you she's just a spoiled brat. She will use you until she's sick of you. Then she will leave you and where will you go then?" declared Mr. Tenô icily. "Be a good boy, Haruka, and come home with me. You've always loved the race track and you were satisfied with your nice life you lived in my great house. You were good at school and you won so many races. You just can't let this end just like that." He stepped forward and tried to grab Haruka's arm. The girl shook silently her head. Blood run over her chin and dropped on her school uniform's shirt. She squinted, because her eyes swelled quickly. Her vision became blurred and her body trembled as she leaned forward and seized on the wheelchair's handlebars.
"I said leave her in peace!" Michiru's blue eyes looked coldly up to him. Her love for the taller girl was stronger than any fear before the man that was her girlfriend's father.
"Haruka is a girl. She's my girlfriend. And she won't go anywhere. Especially not with you!" declared the young violinist and her voice made sure that she would do anything to protect the taller girl. Anything. Even if it was not in her might now.
"No!" The man pushed the wheelchair aside before Michiru could react and grabbed her daughter's bloodstained shirt again. "No, you're my beloved son! You're the future World's Champion. You will keep our family tradition and our name alive!" he shouted while he pulled Haruka toward the still open door. "You don't belong to this crazy school. To this cripple. She only misuses you. Don't ya see, my boy, that she's a witch? She will bring you so much bad luck as your mother did to me. She will leave you before you can say goodbye. Before you can really love her. No, her feelings aren't love. Her feeling are just lust. She'll be a terrible mother and when you'll have a child one day she will disappear into nothing and leave you with that crying bundle behind. Trust me, all women are the same!" The man looked with wild eyes at Michiru, but the young violinist wasn't sure if he still saw her. Or if he confused her with another woman. Maybe with his own wife...
"Maybe she's good in bed. That's what they all are - at first. But she will never see your soul and you'll never be able to reach her heart." His sad eyes got angry again. "And now, let's go, Haruka!"
"No!" Haruka choked because of the blood that still ran from her nose. She tried to pull herself free, but he was still taller and still stronger than her. "Michi-chan's the person I belong to. I love her and she loves me. I won't return to the hell I escaped when I left you!"
She winced as he slapped her hard again into the face. Her nose bled even more and tears burned in her dark green eyes as the pain increased.
"You're a stupid, love-drunken jerk. But it will soon be over when you recognize that she's just a bloody bitch - just like all the other women, too. She's a whore. When you're gone she'll take the next guy in her bed and forget about you very quickly. The same way you will forget her, my son. I know it. I..."
"You know nothing!" Haruka finally pulled herself free and shook her aching head. She reeled and almost crashed against the wall. Her bloodstained face was almost as white as the wallpaper behind her. Michiru wanted to roll over, but suddenly she didn't have the power anymore. Her entire body seemed to be paralysed, not only her weak legs. With big blue eyes she watched her girlfriend and the man who almost killed her – without using a weapon...
"Michi-chan's my savior! Without her I would be dead! I didn't want to live anymore under your dictatorship. I was so fed up with you beating me for every tiny fault. I was so sick of seeing you drunk almost every evening. And I was so tired of you calling me your bloody good boy. Bugger, father, I am a bloody girl. I was a girl when I was born and I will still be a girl when I'll die one day. Really, I've wanted to finish with all this bloody hell you created for me. My life was dark and hopeless. And then I met Michi-chan. She's the light in my darkness. She's the one who's keeping me going on. She's the only reason for me being alive! Not you or your bloody races. She's the one I am living for." Haruka didn't even notice that tears were running down her pale cheeks. She swallowed hard and her own blood tasted salty.
Her father blinked, then he grabbed her collar with a sudden and threw her out of the apartment.
"She bewitched you. I knew it. But everything will be right, when she's gone. When she leaves you the same way your mother left me!"
Haruka whimpered as she landed hard on the cold floor. She raised her head and her vision blurred even more. But she concentrated and forced herself not to become unconscious. The young racer noticed a motion near the elevators. Slowly she turned her head and saw a small girl standing near the door. She wore a long black dress and her dark eyes looked sadly down at her.
Haruka-papa!
Haruka frowned as she heard the happy child's voice in her head. A tender voice she seemed to have known all her life, although she had never heard it before.
The small girl held a huge staff in her hands. It was taller than her body and the metal sparkled in the bright sunlight. Haruka blinked again and recognized the staff as a big scythe in the small girl's hands. Then the vision was gone. The girl spun around and disappeared into the elevator again.
Michiru-mama!
Haruka heard the scream evolving inside the apartment. It took her all her powers to get on her feet again. The entire world spun around her, but she didn't give in her dizzy feelings.
"My boy will be mine again when you disappear out of his mind!" declared her father in a dangerously quiet tone and raised his right hand. Haruka gasped as she saw the knife in his hard fingers that had hurt her more than once. The blade shimmered silver in the sunlight. Michiru tried to escape, but she laid helplessly on the white carpet. Paralysed. The wheelchair laid next to her. Turned upside down. Blood covered her cheeks as well, and suddenly Haruka knew that her father had slapped her, too.
No, not her. She went through so much pain, he mustn't hurt her the same way he hurt me! He mustn't... He mustn't... Michi-chan!
"No!" Haruka didn't think of anything else but her girlfriend as she jumped protectively between her father and the young violinist. She covered Michiru with her own body and closed her eyes as the knife made it's way downwards.
"You aren't my good boy! Where the hell is my good boy? You're just another weak girl. Another unfaithful woman. You aren't my good boy! You're just a bloody lesbian being in a crazy relationship with a bloody cripple. You aren't my good boy anymore! Where the hell did you put my good boy? Where the hell do you hide my good Haruka?" screamed the tall man and the knife drove into Haruka's right arm. She bit on her lips and embraced her girlfriend tighter. He had to kill her first before he could do her Michi-chan any harm.
"You will never hurt her again!" cried Michiru suddenly and raised her head. A strange, blue sign shone on her forehead and wind that hadn't been there a minute before played with her long sea green hair. The knife came nearer again but this time it was stopped by the blue light that surrounded them suddenly.
"What...?" whispered the man confused and looked surprised at his knife. The blade was bloodstained and it escaped his trembling hands. He watched how his daughter, no, his son, stood up. But suddenly the person before him wasn't his good boy any longer. Instead he saw a girl. She wore a short school uniform which accentuate her female outlines. Her dark green eyes stared at him in cold rage.
"You'll never ever hurt my Michi-chan again. As long as I live you'll never get another chance to hurt her, I swear!" he could hear her screaming. He stepped back and shook his head in disbelieve. "EARTH SHAKING!" He didn't know what happened. But suddenly he was lifted up and pushed against the next wall. His breath escaped his lung and black shadows danced over his eyes as he fell down on the white carpet. However, he didn't feel it's softness. His head ached too much and he wasn't able to move his legs or even his arms any longer. Dizzily he stared at the ceiling and waited... For what? He didn't know. He didn't know anything other than that his Haruka had always been a good boy. And that his child would always be his good child. The future World Champion. The honour of the Tenô's family. He would continue with the family's tradition. The honourable name Tenô would never die out.
The man smiled while his look got darker and darker.
"My good boy..." he whispered and took a deep breath. Then he rested calm on the ground. In a silence that would never hurt his daughter again. Never he would scream loudly at her again, never he would hurt her any more, leave her in silent pain. Now his daughter wasn't afraid of him any loner. Of his silly war he had played over all those terrible years. Haruka had seen worse. She went through hell, through the coldest winter. He couldn't do her any harm any longer.
No, never again. Now I am free. Free from him. At last. Now I can be myself again...
Haruka sighed and collapsed slowly. Michiru was there when she went on her knees. Two soft arms embraced her tenderly and pulled her toward a warm body. It was so comforting there. So safe. So secure.
He will never hurt me again. Now I am where I belong.
Haruka sobbed quietly while Michiru simply held her tight and rocked her gently.
Now I am loved. At last...
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They both didn't notice the police men who rushed into their apartment like a thunder storm. A man with almost white hair and a small girl who still wore her school uniform followed.
"Is this the man who attacked one of my most talented pupils, Hotaru-chan?" asked Dr. Tomoe and looked terrified around. He had always thought that his school was secure. That no one could do such a massacre in his Mugen Gakkuen.
"Hai." Whispered the girl and slowly left her father's side.
"Oh, he smells like a whole beer barrel!" said one of the police men and put the tall man in handcuffs.
"He will have a big headache when he awakes." Declared the other police man.
"And he'll have the worst headache of his life when he recognises that he almost killed two innocent teenagers. Guess the judge won't be very happy about him."
Dr. Tomoe talked to the police men while they checked the apartment and called an ambulance after they had seen the injured boy. His brown and green school uniform was bloodstained. None of them saw how Hotaru slowly went over to the two girls. No one saw how she kneeled before them in the blood that dirt the white carpet. And no one saw how she tried to embrace them both with her small arms to comfort them with all the love a small girl of her age was able to feel.
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It rained outside. It was a cool late summer's day. The first leaves changed their colours and fell from the huge trees which surrounded the old building.
Haruka listened to the raindrops' steady sounds drumming against the window pane. She didn't see the other people passing by, talking exited. She didn't see the flashes that lightened up the dark corridor a little bit. She didn't even notice that some reporters took photos of her. Two reporters even came over to her, but she only glanced confused in their faces as they asked her some questions.
"What do you think of your father's conviction?"
"What do you think of his behaviour?"
Haruka corrected her sunglasses and turned away from them. Slowly she walked over to the window and watched the rain running down.
Slightly she remembered the negotiation. She had sat there in the first row and followed the judge's words as if she hadn't been there. As if she was another person. Watching the play from outside. Haruka couldn't recall what she had said to the judge as she had to speak as a witness. All she could remember was that she didn't want to take off her sunglasses. She swore on the holy bible and had to say some other odd stuff, but she didn't want to show them her scars. That was too personal.
"What do you think of your father's outbreak after the judgement?" The reporter had followed her, but still she didn't answer. With an empty expression on her face she stared out of the window and winced as she suddenly heard the loud voice in her head again:
She's lying! I never hurt my good Haruka! Whom do you believe? A honourable business man like me or a bloody lesbian like her?
Still she heard his loud rage that filled the entire court. He yelled at her, at her girlfriend and finally at the police men and the judge.
"What do you think...?"
"Can't you see that she doesn't want to talk to you?" declared a clear voice and Haruka surfaced from her nightmare back into reality. She lowered her head and looked into the smaller girl's determined face. Michiru rolled protectively between her and the reporters.
"You must be the other girl who was also attacked by Mr. Tenô. What do you think of this story?" the reporter came nearer and Michiru clenched her fists. She looked as if she would beat him if he'd continue to ask his stupid questions.
"I said..."
"Are you two a real couple?" The next reporter came nearer and flashes crossed the air again. Michiru squinted and blushed in anger. She stretched her right hand toward the camera but she couldn't touch it. Couldn't take it away. Couldn't break it.
"Leave us in peace." Said Haruka with a quiet voice and was amazed that she was still able to speak. Her head ached more and more with every second and although she was allowed to leave the hospital two days ago her arm still hurt a lot. Suddenly she felt very tired and very sad. All she wanted to do now was to go back to Mugen Gakkuen, lay down on her bed and sleep. Being embraced by her girlfriend. Being comforted until she was able to forget her personal nightmares. Until she was able to live with the memories of the past days. Of the last two years. Of his rude hands beating her more than once...
The reporter seemed to say something more as they brought the tall man out. He still yelled at the judge and the police men had a hard job to keep him under their control. Flashes danced again through the air and Mr. Tenô was now surrounded by the media. He said something to them and stayed longer near the door than necessary. His dark eyes looked for a long while in empty green ones.
"My good boy..." he whispered before the police men pushed him with them. Haruka winced and watched the man who used to be her father until he left the building to go in another one. For a very long time.
You never loved me.
Haruka swallowed hard. Then she felt the warm hand that held her icy one tight. It was a soft touch and as the taller girl looked at her girlfriend she had to take a deep breath. It was very hard for her not to destroy the walls she had established protectively around herself. Around her heart. Around her soul. Around her thoughts. It was very hard not to break down sobbing to be embraced by those warm, those comforting arms. To hear those understanding words and to know that there was still someone who wanted her.
Michi-chan loves me...
Haruka smiled a shaky smile. Michiru had been by her side all the time. She held her hands during the negotiation and she was there when she needed her. Since the last September the young violinist had always been there. For her. And even if she had had her own problems, her own nightmare, her personal hell she went through after she had to accept her parents' death and her body being paralysed she had never left her alone.
Michiru looked loving up in desperate green eyes behind the sunglasses and squeezed the icy hand stronger.
"Let's go home, Ruka." She whispered and brought her lover's hand toward her cheek.
You're the light in my darkness...
Haruka only nodded.
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The dinner smelled delicious. However, she wasn't really hungry. Nor did she have any appetite. Silently she stared on her plate and knew that she should eat something. The steak looked very good and she loved chips. With a lot of tomato ketchup. Haruka sighed slightly. Michiru was still in her room and changed her clothes. She wanted to join her in about two minutes.
The young racer stood up and walked out of the balcony. There she sat down on one chair and watched motionless the waves moving in the endless ocean. The air still smelled of rain and the water was dark now. You could see no ground and maybe it was groundless. Under the surface it was calm. No voices could be heard. No shouting, no loud rages...
"Ruka?" Haruka winced, but she didn't look up. Slowly Michiru entered the great balcony. Her girlfriend only kept staring out to the wide horizon. Wind played with her short blond hair and suddenly Haruka looked like a long forgotten hero. From a long forgotten legend.
"It's not your fault." Whispered the young violinist and embraced her girlfriend tenderly. Haruka sighed, then she looked up. There were no tears in her dark green eyes, but her expression was still very sad. And Michiru felt how the young racer fought against her own feelings. She wanted to be strong. Strong enough for the both of them. To face their destinies without any fears. And it scared her every time she had to admit that she wasn't that strong at all.
Not alone...
"I know..." Haruka replied very quietly and leaned her forehead against Michiru's. "I know, Michi-chan. But it still hurts. The wound will heal and maybe the scars will disappear some day. But I am not sure, if..."
"But I am sure." Before Haruka could say something more Michiru had pulled her girlfriend closer and gave her a long and loving kiss. The young racer smiled a shaky smile against her lips and returned the kiss with the love she felt for her. With all her passion. With all the strong feelings she wasn't able to explain with simple words.
"Happy birthday." Whispered Michiru and reached for the bag that hung over her wheelchair's handlebars. She smiled at her girlfriend as she pushed the gift in her hands.
"You remember it?" asked Haruka surprised and swallowed hard. Suddenly her cold hands trembled.
"Of course. You've mentioned it over two years ago."
"Now three years..." answered Haruka and raised her hand to shake the gift. She frowned as she heard…nothing? "What is it?" she asked curiously and the sad expression slowly disappeared from her now redden face. It was replaced by an attentive smile. Impatiently she unwrapped it. Her smile faded and she made a disappointed face as she saw the vanity case. She turned it for some times around, but it didn't change into something more suitable.
"Do you like it?" asked Michiru and looked at her with that look Haruka couldn't resist.
"Well..." answered the young carer unsure and asked herself how she should use it. She never used make up and she didn't know why she should begin to use it now. "Well..."
Michiru giggled and took the vanity case away. She giggled even more as she saw the now obviously disappointed expression on Haruka's face.
"Hey, at least it's my present! You can't steal it. Michi-chan!" Panic grew in Haruka's face as the young violinist put the vanity case back into the bag again.
"You should've see your face!" laughed Michiru and collected another gift, a tiny box, out of the bag. "The vanity case is mine. I bought it because my old one is empty now. I just wanted to see your shocked face. And Ruka, believe me, it was worth it." The young violinist laughed even more as she pushed the small box into Haruka's still icy hands. "Don't worry, I won't force you to use make up or to wear skirts. You know I love you the way you are. That's your real gift, honey. Happy birthday."
Haruka stared for some seconds in silence at the wrapped box in her hands.
That's the first real birthday present I've gotten since I was five.
She frowned slightly as she thought of different clothes and socks, being wrapped up in ugly yellow paper.
Guess it's the first real birthday present in my entire life. Surely it's the first present given with so much love...
"What is it now? A lipstick?" asked Haruka while she unwrapped the paper impatiently.
"Of course. A pink one." Laughed Michiru and was relieved that her girlfriend didn't look so depressed anymore. The young violinist didn't like to see Haruka so sad. She wanted to see her happy. All of her life.
I only want to see you laughing, never crying again.
It was a wish she knew she couldn't fulfil. But it was dream to begin with.
"What..." Haruka looked puzzled at the key jiggling in her hands. The trailer was a silver model of a motor bike. It sparkled in the setting sun that finally broke through the thick rain clouds. Then the young racer looked at her girlfriend in disbelieve. Michiru only giggled and rolled over to the rim of the balcony.
"Come over here." She said and very slowly Haruka followed her. She frowned as she recognized the well known motor bike standing next to the big car on the parking space.
"It can't be..." whispered Haruka as she recognized her old Suzuki.
"I bought it from Yamado. He said it's yours, even if your father once paid it." Michiru raised her hand and touched her girlfriend's healthy arm. Suddenly the young violinist was very unsure as Haruka didn't reply anything. She just stood there. Motionless. Staring down at the motor bike as if she had seen a ghost. "I know you went through hell and I know that driving your motor bike was only a chance to escape reality. But you loved to race through the arena. To race along the beach. Can you remember the first time we met? You almost crashed into me with that Suzuki and even if you hate it now, I am sure you'll enjoy a ride on her in some years." Michiru sighed slightly and lowered her head. Once it had been a good idea. But that had been before the attack. Before Haruka's father tried to hurt them so badly. Now after the horrible day at court she wasn't sure any longer if Haruka wasn't even more hurt by her gift than delighted.
"Gomen." Whispered Michiru and turned her wheelchair around. "If you don't like it then sell it. We can buy another gift for you." As she wanted to roll over to the living-room she felt two arms embracing her from behind. Haruka leaned her head against Michiru's and held her tight.
"Arigato, Michi-chan." Replied the young racer and gave her a light kiss an the now pale cheeks. "But give me a little more time."
"You've got as much time as you need." Michiru smiled again and raised her hands to ran them through the short blond hair. "But in the meantime we should eat our dinner before it's frozen."
Haruka closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of having her Michiru near her.
"Good idea. But there's something I have to do before." Declared the young racer quietly and leaned lightly forward.
"And that is?" Michiru raised one eyebrow but a curious smile laid on her happy smiling face.
"To kiss you." Laughed Haruka and took her girlfriend into their strong arms. Both eyes were closed as their lips met and there was no word spoken during the next half hour.
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"But only five minutes!"
She heard the familiar voice and frowned without opening her eyes. It was seldom that Kaori, her father's assistant, looked after her before dawn. The door was closed and she sighed deeply. Her entire body hurt and her head was going to explode. She was used to her attacks, but this one had been one of the worst during the last half year. Her father had looked very concerned down at her, but he couldn't help her. Not really. All those pain killers couldn't help her for long. The pain increased and slowly it became resistant against the medicine. Against all those bitter pills she had to eat regularly.
"Himme-chan?" She heard another voice. It was so different from Kaori's. So warm. So full of love.
"Michiru?" whispered the little girl and opened her eyes. The room was dark. Of course it was dark. The curtains hung before the windows and dispelled all day's light. Hotaru couldn't held back a sob as she saw the older girl sitting next to her bed.
Is this only a nice dream that will be gone when I'll awake?
The little girl reached her hands toward the young violinist and automatically winced as she felt the soft fingers that touched her cold skin.
As if my body were already dead...
"Why are you here?" asked Hotaru and coughed. Her body trembled with a sudden and she felt as if she burned under her icy skin.
"We heard of your attack and wanted to cheer you up." Answered another voice and Hotaru felt how someone sat down on the other side of the bed. She turned her head and looked with her big dark eyes at the grinning tomboy.
"That's for you." Haruka laid down a small present and helped the little girl to sat upright in the bed. Hotaru leaned exhausted against her pillow, but a thin smile laid on her face that was almost as white as the wall behind her.
"A card game?" whispered Hotaru and her matt eyes shimmered a bit as her fingers touched the new cards. "How could you know that I've always wanted to have such a game? Kaori said that I am too old for it." said the little girl and observed the joker.
"Your father gave us that tip." Haruka couldn't resist and stroked over the shoulder long dark hair. They were sweaty, but they still felt like velvet.
Something is strange about this girl I can't define.
The young racer swallowed hard as she saw the bandages covering the tiny arms. Certainly there were wounds caused by the injections under them. The little girl was too slim and looked very ill. But her eyes shone as she laid down one card by the next one on the blanket.
I don't know what I should think about her. But I know for sure that I love her.
Haruka frowned, but her hand kept stroking.
But it's a different love than the one I feel for my Michi-chan.
"Arigato..." whispered Hotaru and smiled at them both. Her smile faded surprised as she saw the huge yellow dragon that sat on Michiru's lap.
"Oh, I've almost forgotten about him. That's a magic dragon. He'll care for you when you're feeling ill." smiled Michiru and laid the dragon in Hotaru suddenly trembling hands.
"I knew it." Whispered the girl and big tears run down her cheeks. "You were saying goodbye. Why else should you have visited me? People only talk to me to say goodbye or to say that there is no other way..." declared Hotaru and looked a lot older than her eight years as she lowered her head. She couldn't hold back her sobs and some cards fell on the carpet as she brought her legs up to her chest. It was a protective gesture and it broke Haruka and Michiru almost their hearts. Silently the two older girls exchanged glances. Then Michiru reached over to the girl and pulled her on her lap. Hotaru didn't defend herself. She only sat there and cried desperately.
"Hime-chan..." whispered the young violinist and kissed gently Hotaru's sweaty forehead. "We won't leave you. We are your friends - as long as we live. We just heard of your attack and wanted to cheer you up."
"The dragon was my idea. I've got a teddy bear myself and it's my best friend - besides my Michi-chan, of course." Declared Haruka and stepped over to the wheelchair. "But if you don't want it..."
"I like it." Sobbed the little girl and looked up with such a desperate look that hurt Haruka deeply. "But I don't wanna any substitutes any more."
"Don't worry, you can keep it." Haruka went automatically on her knees beside the wheelchair and looked loving into two serious black eyes. "And we're your friends. We won't leave you." She didn't know why she made such a strange promise. She hardly knew the little girl, but it felt as if she belonged to her. To her and to Michiru.
"And know stop crying, dear." Whispered the young violinist and squeezed the little girl on her leap tenderly. "There are many reasons for crying. But there's no reason for it at the moment."
Hotaru looked up at her and nodded bravely. Then she wrapped her arms around Michiru's neck and leaned her head against the warm shoulder. Here she felt safe and secure. The little girl smiled and the tears dried on her cheeks as she felt those strong hands again that stroked carefully through her dark hair.
"I love you." Whispered the little girl honestly and wished this moment to last forever. Never to end. To become reality for the rest of her life.
Haruka-papa.
Michiru-mama.
The two older girls smiled loving at Hotaru.
"We love you, too." It was not more than a whisper but it was all the little girl had ever dreamed of.
Hime-chan.
They stayed until dawn and when they left Hotaru knew that they would return.
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