Disclaimer: Still not own Haruka, Michiru, Hotaru, and Setsuna.

Author's note: Sorry it took awhile to update, still school is the main reason, I'll try to update the next chapter as soon as I can.

Haruka's head pulsed like crazy. She didn't believe her ears. She didn't want to believe what Michiru was saying a minute before.

Her heart throbbed. Like some knife stabbed her heart and slowly rip it to peaces. Pain she never felt before.

Haruka was so sure she would never forget such pain, and rage, for hating this unknown man who happen to rob Michiru's pride like that.

She heard her heart pounding hard in her own ears, felt her mouth became dry as her eyes burned with tears.

When Michiru decide it was enough crying, she went to her own private room. Leaving Setsuna and confused little Hotaru in her living room.

The blonde eyes starred at the empty eyes of Setsuna. They were cloudy, like storm, deep red like stained rose.

For almost a hour, Setsuna just sat there doing nothing but to be drowned in her thoughts, while the little girl trying her best to attract any kind of attention from the woman by pulling her long hair. The doctor then finally gave in and gave the little princess a faint smile before took her into her arms and leaving the apartment room abandoned.

Haruka left too, she forgot about her leather jacket or her recorder, both laid untouched on the table. She simply didn't have the room in her mind to think about it. Her mind occupied with other things she didn't understand. There was too much information at a very short time.

Everything was too much.

And then she didn't understand fully yet what was she felt. And her heart was aching so much that she just let her feet to take her home.

When she finally reached her room, a realization hit her straight in the center of her brain.

How could Michiru live with this unbearable pain? How could Michiru was being so brave? Judging to her state, Michiru had already pregnant about 3 months, lees or more.

How could Michiru hide the fact so well?

The journalist laid her body on the bed, staring at the white ceiling. Not bother to change her clothes, or to untie the shoes.

She had seen Michiru's video concert for the past three months to get some information to support her job.

And never from these three months in her concert Haruka saw her show her burden.

Never.

She always looks so good, with all the loveable melodic voice, her beautiful charm that radiated in every inch of that perfect body of her, and her nice attitude she gave to all her fans.

Michiru was a magnificent brave young woman who held her pain deep in her chest.

For months

Images slide in her brain.

smiling Michiru,

laughing Michiru,

the way she move her fingers on her violin,

the way she closed her eyes when she enjoyed her own world filled with music,

and images of crying Michiru.

The images looked so real. Too realistic.

Haruka closed her eyes.

She fell asleep the next moment because of exhaustion and unbearable pain. Wondering why she wasn't in the state to protect Michiru.

The next morning Haruka was awake by the beeping sound from the living room. Voices of chatting women could be heard all through the apartment room. It was enough to brought the sleepy blonde back to reality.

Haruka had a hard time to recognize the voice, especially she still felt the pain from yesterday, but then she remembered she already planted wires to the violinist's phone, so it was probably her talking o the phone.

Her heart leapt up to her throat as she trying to move to the living room.

Duty called, she knew, she hates it, but then she had to.

She kept reminding herself that if she was giving up, her colleagues would pay the price.

She sighed.

Eventually she kneeled to device before her. It was a big recorder thing that had a monitor to censored the tone of the voice.

She got this from her boss, Kakeshi San.

And she had already too much in mind to allowed her to think where could possibly the old man got it.
The next thing she was listening to the conversation carefully.

"…then 2 o'clock, you better don't go somewhere else. I bet you still had that fever." It was Setsuna's voice, Haruka immediately recognized it.

"Don't worry Setsuna, I already called my manager to cancel every appointment. It was weird though he let me off that easily, he didn't even asked why am I want to canceled the appointment." Michiru's voice was a little trembled, and it heard like she caught a very bad cold, although it was possibly because she was crying the whole night.

"Good." Was all the reply.

"How's Hotaru?"

'Hotaru, the little girl from yesterday'

"Oh she's fine, Dr Tomoe picked her up yesterday night."

"Oh.."

"Okay then, I need to go, take care Michiru."

Michiru didn't answer, she just hung up. Haruka found herself in silence. She didn't know where they would've meet.

She just had to stalk her again to know.

Michiru was waiting at the lobby for the cab. She wasn't in the mood for driving and she couldn't risk collapsed when she was driving.

Today she hid her face with the sunglasses and wore white cardigan over her turquoise dress.

Unknown to her, a Kawasaki followed her right behind her cab soon after the car hit the road.

"Tenou where are you?" Her boss voce could be heard from her cell phone.

Haruka balanced her motorbikes as she rode the motorbikes with just one hand while the other hand grabbed her sell phone to her let ear.

"I'm doing my job! Stalking like always!" Haruka barked to the phone.

"What? No I think you are stalking a wrong person, she is going to make a press conference this morning, here, not there!"

"No! I'm positive it is she, just. let .me .do .this job." Irritated Haruka closed her cell phone and let her left hand find its way to the handle.

What was her boss thinking? She was the one that stalk her everyday and now her boss act like he knew everything.

Her cell phone kept vibrating in her pocket but she just ignored it.

The Sea goddess stared in wide eye to the monitor before her. Today she decided it was best for her to actually see the life inside her before deciding what best she should do. Now she was at the hospital, in USG room.

She never actually think that it was so different to think that you are pregnant than seeing the children in you body.

'In this body' once again Michiru brought her hands to her stomach, carefully placed it on the white skin.

Her doctor was Setsuna. Last week she kindly asked the violinist to take a check, but Michiru kept refusing until she agreed to take some. The doctor always says that it was important to her to at least see the children first before deciding anything.

Michiru couldn't read her expression, but she knew that Setsuna want the best for her. Maybe it was really for her best.

"This is your child Michiru." Setsuna declared with a proud tone.

The white form looked so small, it was surrounded by darkness.

She watched it. Heard the beeping sounds, noticing the graphic line the device made beside the monitor.

Michiru didn't say anything, suddenly she just wanted to cry all her heart out, she didn't understand, she didn't know what to do.

Don't take the children away.

The doctor noticed her patient gave in to silent sobs. She put the device that looked like a pen on the table and hugged Michiru. Comforting her without saying another word. Michiru didn't need words right at that moment, she needed comfort, and Setsuna intended to give her best friend what she needed.

"I need time to think.." was all Michiru said.

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The journalist watched silently outside the room from a small void. Both the doctor and her patient didn't hear the creak sound when Haruka opened the door. They were too busy focusing them selves to the small monitor.

Haruka knew nothing about pregnancy. But as soon as she saw that evidence before her eyes she felt like she didn't want it to just gone.

Don't take the children away

'This is real' She thought to herself.

It wasn't a bad joke or a nightmare, it was real. Michiru was pregnant

The beeping sounds and the smell of the room consumed her thoughts, accompanying her mind.

She remembered Michiru having a fight with Setsuna yesterday night. She said she couldn't live with the burden anymore, that.. that she thought that it was best if the child wasn't there all along.

Suddenly Haruka remembered the determined voice of Setsuna, she defended the unborn child, saying that it would be like Hotaru, pleading the violinist to reconsidered her decision. And Haruka agreed wholeheartedly with her.

After all best friends, parents, lover, siblings, family, or true fans would support and love the person they love despite the state that the person was in.

They would understand.

Setsuna understand what position Michiru was.

And Haruka understands Michiru's too. Wholeheartedly.

Laughter erupts from the waiting room. Haruka looked away from the USG room and found two boys chasing each other. One of them was spinning the bat with his hand, threatening the other one who brought a baseball ball with him, Their mother tried to keep them silent but they just playing along and didn't care.

Just right when they ran to the elevator the door opened, reveal a man in black suit.

Haruka felt like she knew this man, like she met him somewhere before but couldn't catch his name. And her eyes watched him as he made his way passed the kids.

He brought a walking stick with him, but he didn't seems like he need it because he walks just fine, his hair neatly combed. His skin was white pale, it made him looked like he was sick, his eyes were black pitch without any comfort at all in them. Somehow he brought this aura with him. The aura spreads a very uncomfortable chills in the room,. Haruka eyes were locked on one thing that placed on his collar. A golden brooch.

'Golden brooch? Oh God…' Haruka face went pale and her arms began to sweat.

Yakuza. (a/n: mafia)

To made it even worse golden brooch was only being wore by Yakuza leader.

Haruka finally realized who he was. Hiroyuki Inokuma. Japan Government wanted him so badly to get arrested but couldn't find any strong evidence to prove it.

He had recorded many criminal activity but he always manages to escaped. Many had die because of him.

And this man has power to shove everything that stands on his way. 'And what exactly he wanted, walking without any bodyguards?'

The blonde watched him from the corner of her eyes, she had her own suspicion, but didn't dare to made any conclusion.

To her horror, her suspicion was true. The man stopped in front of the USG room and without knocking he lets himself in.

Michiru was ready to leave the room when suddenly the door opened.

"Hello Kaioh San, How are you?"

Michiru eyes widened in disbelief as she slowly faced the least person she wanted to meet.

"I thought I'd met you here." He said with a mocking grin on his face.

Michiru turned away again, facing Setsuna with horror written all over her face. She didn't want to believe, and why all of these happening to her?

Her mind warned her to leave the place immediately, but her feet won't obey her brain.

"Oh that's rude, turning away like that." He chuckled and stepped once, only to be blocked by Setsuna, who appear taller than him. But he didn't step back.

He glared at her and tensions quickly build itself in the small room. Neither wanted to lose in fierce eyes battle.

"Is there anything I could help?" The doctor asked with slight of disgust tone in it, she chose to be calm although she knew who he was, knew that she put herself in danger if she did anything wrong, knew that this man meant a thread to her best friend. But she didn't want to leave her best friend behind.

"It's not you business." His voice was calm.

"Yes it is, this is a hospital, I'm a doctor, and I'm in charge."

"Don't bring Setsuna in this." Michiru's voice snapped the tensions.

Outside the room Haruka clenched her fist. Her nails dug the flesh and hurt her, but she didn't feel it. Her body went numb.

Inside the room a yakuza leader threatening both the doctor and her patient. It would be possible that this guy will eventually do something to the other women. The journalist had to think something good to prevent that from happening and she had to find it as fast as she can.

'What to do?'

Hadn't it been her job she would've already get in and knocked him down, but in her situation she would put herself along with her job and her company towards death. It was not wise to do so although her heart begged her to silence Inokuma right at that moment.

Her heart throbbing painfully.

"Why do you think your manager let you off easily? It because I made him so." He switched the walking stick from his left hand to his right hand.

"I control your life, I own so much power! I even have my men following you around, and you didn't notice!" He laughed.

'Following? Who?' Haruka searched for the room, searching for other stalker. No one looked suspicious, and if there really was another person following the artist around she would've know.

So from whom Inokuma knew where Michiru was?

"You," He pointed his walking stick to the violinist "are mine."

Haruka sick of his declaration, her head bubbled and blood was rushing to her brain, making it colored with deep red.

Suddenly she felt being pulled by someone. Her eyes found the boy who brought a baseball ball in his hand. He grabbed her shirt, trying to hide from the other boy.

Haruka didn't know where the idea came from, he grabbed the white ball from the boy's hand. She was too mad to thinking anyway. It fit to her fingers perfectly, and her raging mind shouted to her demanding to obeyed it.

She didn't hear the protest from the two boys. They pulling her shirt, wanted her to give them back the ball. But her mind already filled with one mission.

She threw the ball with all her power could, she swore she could hear it whirling sounds a s the ball spun in the air.

It got closer and closer to his head.

The blonde screamed to God, to let the ball to hit the head she hates so much to see.

It did hit him. With loud thud and pained groans, Haruka watched in victory as the Yakuza fell on his knees.

'What happened?' Michiru watched Inokuma fell and brought her eyes to the door.

The woman from yesterday stood on the entrance. Her short sleeve shirt crumbled because there were two kids pulling her shirt. Her blonde hair was messed.

Two teal eyes locked with deep blue ones. There was so much emotion in it in a very short time.

Rage, relieve and.. what was the last feeling she couldn't get. All she knew those eyes made a tingling feel inside her chest.

So, what do you think? Please review! and be nice, I kindly ask, no Flame allowed.

And yeah I know there are some errors but please bear with me...

Thank you so much for Lyra14260, amnesia nymph, Conan10, TheWretchedOne, papapapuffy, Rikku-Hime, and Hitokira for reviewed my story. You guys gives me so much motivation to write this.