Chapter 3
"Hey Romeo." Michiru giggled as she stepped up behind Haruka as she stood in line to get her normal salad for lunch. "Ooo, health nut?" she reached past her to grab only a bottle of water.
"I need to stay in top running form... to keep from being killed." the seriousness in her teal eyes showed that she wasn't lying. "Let me pay for that." she smiled softly as she took the water.
"Thank you Ruka." she opened her bottle as they returned to their table.
"So you're like me huh?" Haruka dug into her salad before she frowned. "I hope you know how to protect yourself." she leaned closer and rolled up her sleeve. A long knife scar went up Haruka's left forearm.
"Oh my god. What happened?" she ran her fingers down her arm, feeling the raised mark.
"It happened during the summer, when I was visiting my, now former, girlfriend in Hiroshima." She looked down, feeling tears as she relived that night. "We just left the symphony. I was wearing a tuxedo...
"Thank you so much for taking me Ruka." Kimi spun around in front of them as they walked, her black dress flowing around her, showing her calves. "You know how much I love the symphony."
"And you know how much I love you." Haruka slid her arms around the smaller girl and gave her a loving kiss. "I'd take you out every night if I could."
"Well we both know you could afford it Miss silk-tuxedo." Kimi picked off a piece of fuss from her collar.
"Look at this Billy... The loving dyke couple. Maybe they'll let us watch them fuck." Derrick grabbed Haruka, easily overpowering her as Billy pressed himself to Kimi's back, sliding his hand up under her skirt...
Haruka sniffled softly. "They drug us into an alley. Of all the 200 people that attended the symphony, not one single person helped. Not one." She felt a warm hand rest on hers when it began to tremble. "One of them held me, forcing me to watch as the other raped her. When I tried to fight them off, I was attacked. The scar on my arm..." she lifted her shirt to reveal another scar. "and they stabbed me." Michiru slid her arm around the crying blond. "When I woke up, in the hospital. They told me she was dead... They killed her." Haruka wiped a tear from her eye before pulling her book in front of her. "I'm sorry, I'd said I'd help you didn't I?"
"No..." she gently gripped her hand. "Don't worry about the math..." She looked deep into Haruka's teal eyes. "Do you want to talk about it Ruka?" she simply shook her head. "Alright, just remember that I'm here if you want to talk. Here's my phone number." She wrote it on Haruka's hand. "My mom's okay with me being who I am... I'm sure she'd love to meet you."
"Oops..." Michiru looked up just in time to see Damion push over his cup of soda from his tray. It landed on Haruka's head, splattering over her nice white shirt and jeans. It splashed off her, landing on Michiru's thin blue blouse.
Haruka stood quickly and turned to face Damion. The look in her eyes could kill. "Why don't you leave her out of this?"
"'Fraid I can't do that, you see, she's like you." he pushed what was left of his pizza onto Michiru's blouse.
Tears welled up in the smaller woman's eyes. Quickly she gathered her books and ran from the cafeteria, heading down the road toward her house.