Note: Haha, you guys thought that was the end...didn't you :Grins evily: But it wasn't! It wasn't the end!
Heartless
Chapter 9
"The dead bodies of Haruka Tenou, 18, and Michiru Kaiou, 18, where found inside Tenou's penthouse apartment late Tuesday evening. After a report of a single gun shot that the downstairs neighbor had heard, the police investigated the apartment. They found the two bodies in the master bedroom. Tenou had suffered from self inflicted lacerations. Kaiou suffered from a single gun shot wound to her head."
Michiru looked up at Haruka as she sat in the hospital bed next to her. She didn't finish reading the newspaper article. The photo at the top of the page held Haruka's gaze. It was taken of them, while they were still lying in bed. Haruka was covered in blood, her arms full of cuts. Michiru had fallen against the blond. Blood had come from her chin, staining Haruka's shirt.
"This worked honey." Haruka gently kissed Michiru, careful not to hurt her.
Michiru had bandages that covered the underside of her chin, there was a matching bandage on her upper lip. The bullet had passed through her mouth and came out through her upper lip. Haruka had bandages covering both of her arms, as well as some of her thighs. She'd slipped unconscious before Michiru had found her.
"Don't do this anymore. Please." Michiru gently slid her fingers down the blonde's arms.
"I promise sweetheart. You know, I heard Tokyo has a big gay community. Lets move there. I've got the money. Your mom can move out there with us."
Michiru's eyes lit up. "I've always dreamed of living in Tokyo! I'd love to move out there with you Haruka. I want to go to the funeral this weekend. Just to see who shows up from school."
"Alright. I'll buy you a dress." The blond smiled...
The couple stood atop a hill in the distance, watching their own funeral. Haruka wore a black suit, her dress shirt was black silk. She had her hair slicked back and her arm around the smaller woman. Michiru wore the dress that the blond had bought her two days prior. It was a long, flowing black dress. It hugged each of her curves, the wind blew through her long aqua locks that she'd left down over her shoulders.
"This feels strange Michi... Watching our own funerals."
"But we know it's for our own good. And all those people will think twice before they pick on someone else who's different. Our plane leaves tonight for Tokyo. Mom's already there preparing the home." Michiru leaned up, giving the blond a gentle, loving kiss. "I love you."
"I love you too. Come on, lets go pay our respects to our former selves."
They both slowly walked down the hill as the last person walked away from the gravestones. They smiled as they saw the numerous flowers and letters that had been left. They'd have something to read on their plane trip.
Haruka knelt down in front of her own gravestone. "The old you is gone. The new you has learned from your mistakes. I've going to a place far away from here. To start a new life with the girl that saved mine." she looked up at Michiru as she finished collecting the letters. The blond picked up a white rose and carefully placed it behind her love's ear. "Lets go sweetie."
Note2: Thank Fuseki for giving me the idea to have them fake their deaths. I WAS going to have it be a sad, depressing ending, but it doesn't fit my style. One more chapter to come guys. It's been a pleasure keeping everyone's attention for this long. Thanks for your reviews.