Disclaimer: Haruka, Michiru, Setsuna, and Hotaru are not mine... they belong to the great, great Naoko Takeuchi Sama.
Author's note: Well this chapter contains some minor violent, I hope you all don't mind. Please enjoy..
"That'll hurt!" Yelled the boy.
"Definitely!" The other agreed, winced when he saw him fell down to his knees.
They both looked up to Haruka, who couldn't hold back a grin.
"Now that is what I called a pitcher." One of the boys whispered.
"Ne, Nee Chan teach us how to do that!"
Haruka felt them pulling her shirt again but she couldn't hear what were they saying. She was too busy gazing to Michiru's eyes. Recognized easily the scared feeling that Michiru's showed on her face. Haruka wanted to comfort the woman, to make her realize that she was there for her, but a small groan from Inokuma woke her up from her thoughts.
The man slowly brought back his senses, patting his surrounding with both of his eyes closed, looking for his walking stick while cursing under his rapid breath.
Haruka knew the time still rolling so she motioned to Setsuna to bring the woman out of the room while she approach the kneeled man. The doctor didn't say anything but gently leading Michiru to exited the room as fast as she could.
Haruka watched in silent as Michiru made her way pass her, they eyes locked, and the aqua haired woman didn't want to let go her eyes, never she saw her eyes this close. They were so deep, so comforting, and she clung to it every seconds they shared.
As she stepped out of the room Michiru felt a wave of emptiness came back to her. She wanted that comforting feelings again.
"Are you hurt?" The journalist pretended to be concerned. She was aware that every moment from there could lead to her death if she carelessly made her move. So she watched him rose to his feet.
"You hit me!" It was more like statement than question. Haruka quickly replied, "I didn't mean it, I'm sorry, I was about to.." She was about to make an excuse but her voice trailed off as she saw him swung his walking stick right to her head.
Under the last seconds, Haruka dodge it and pushed the little boys outside the room. 'This is not good.' Her mind warned her. "I know!" Haruka groaned answered her own inner thoughts and pushed Inokuma until he fell. Her heart beat faster than ever. She just pushed a yakuza leader! How doomed was her already?
These actions brought some curious eyes and some whispered, even approaching them, asking what happened from the waiting room.
Inokuma rose to his feet again, he was about to hit her again when someone's voice interrupted him in the middle of his action.
"That walking stick guy wants to beat pitcher-nee chan!" One of the boys said as he pointed his bat to Inokuma.
Gasped filled the waiting room, and suddenly all eyes were looking at them.
Inokuma came to freeze. He narrowed his eyes but didn't let go of the blonde's eyes. He looked furious, his face was deep red, and he bit his lip to bleed. Then suddenly his face became as calm as ever, he fixed his suit and combed his hair with his finger. "You'll pay" He hissed to Haruka, made sure that she was the only one who could hear it. Then he turned away, leaving the journalist behind.
The journalist had expected him to be like that. He put a lot of effort to gain his power and wealth there was no way he would risk everything to punch a blonde woman.
Haruka sighed in relieve as she saw him leaving the room. 'Now what?' she lost Michiru, and made yakuza's leader angry. She glanced outside the hospital. The window was wide enough to see the scenery of tall buildings everywhere, or the crowd traffic beneath, and..
Haruka ran to the window and pressed her forehead there. She couldn't believe her eyes because that moment she saw a group of men wearing suit and earphones right at the place where Michiru and Setsuna could be at any time this moment.
They were definitely Inokuma's men. The journalist cursed and ran as fast as she can to the elevator, but it took so long to the elevator to arrive, so she decided to use the stairs. Without looking back to the confused people that watched her in curiosity she slipped in the emergency staircase.
Young Hiroyuki Inokuma came from an influent Yakuza group in Japan.
His father died in front of him. His Uncle tore his skulls with his katana (a/n: long sword, used for samurai, traditional Japan's weapon), and he saw him bleed with scattered brain splashed to his face.
His mother went mad and killed herself after his uncle violated her.
From that day on, young Hiroyuki Inokuma didn't want to believe at anyone. He patiently waited till he was 14 year old, thinking that he was old enough and killed his uncle.
Later on he dump him on trashcan by peaces.
His soul died a long time ago as long as his family. He had this thirst for power, he studied and practiced more than anyone, he had passion to be the strongest in Japan, and he had finally achieved it after a long hard work.
He learned to didn't cry, and kill all of his feelings inside. No he was sure he didn't buried it all deep inside. He threw it all.
He hated to lose, hated to feel any pain, he didn't want any people had more than him.
Determined and insanely in love with his own potential to make people begged for him.
Never in his life, after he became so powerful he got humiliated. Never and he regretted that he didn't bring some of his men to come along with him.
Pain was still throbbing on his back part of his head. It caused him to felt dizzy and some trouble sight seeing. He promised to himself that he would make whoever that intrudes him before pay for it.
This wasn't going to affect his goal to make the sea goddess his. Like so many goals he had he wouldn't let go. He swore to kill himself if he failed.
At the first time he saw her concert he knew he wanted her so much. His eyes couldn't let go of the beautiful figure that stood on the stage, playing her violin and seemed so gorgeous.
He never saw anything so beautiful, and it gave him inspiration.
He would do anything to have her.
His lust clung to it and he never let down his desire.
Killing people wasn't a problem.
Robbing people wasn't a pain.
Polices were so easy to manipulate.
So one day he decided to buy a music company. It wasn't really a problem for him to buy one to get closer for his desire.
And after a lot of effort he finally has a change to talk face to face with the famous violinist player.
He offered kindly to her to work with him, although inside he was getting impatient. Because she didn't see him as the way he would want to.
She didn't love him.
She never looked at him.
And she rejected his offer.
He was mad. He was in heartache.
And he made her pay.
Somehow after he did make her pay, he didn't feel any satisfaction. He didn't want her to cry, or pushing him, and never those eyes reflected him.
But still he wanted her so bad.
She ran away of course, flying all through Japan and Inokuma had quite a hard time finding her. But money did do most of his work. He grabbed his cell phone and dialed some numbers. This man he was about to call was an evidence of money slavery, his slave of power that hungrily search some power from his feet. Somewhere across the phone line someone answered.
"Kakeshi here."
"Damn, they're everywhere!" Setsuna took a peek from the lobby. She held the other woman from the sight. Inokuma would catch up with them sooner or later, and it was not wise to stay here for that to happen.
Michiru didn't say anything apparently her fever caught up with her, with all the intensity and depressed situation she had in a day the doctor understand her state. So the tall woman didn't say anything either. She just supported her with both of her arm. Wondering where would be best to hide.
Woman's bathroom was a bad idea to hide.
They couldn't stay on the lobby because sooner or later Inokuma or his men would come along.
She saw the door, which lead to the emergency stairs case. Without hesitation she lead Michiru with both her hands to them.
While they approached the emergency stairs case, Michiru mumbled something.
The tall woman couldn't catch it but she was sure she heard about hurt.
Michiru felt nausea washed over her, her head dizzy and her knees barely walk. She could see Setsuna's worried face. Yet she felt so distant from her.
There were some feelings inside her that she couldn't explain. The blonde woman.. Was she saving her? Or she did that accidentally?
The violinist closed her eyes. Inside her mind she could see those teal eyes clearly. There was something in her eyes that caught her attention. Something…. Familiar.
"You're still here?" Suddenly she heard a voice, she looked up to the stairs case, and immediately found that the owner was none other than the blonde woman from before. Her hair still messed, her two shirt's buttons were unbuttoned, and the violinist noticed the red scratch on her left arm.
She watched intensely as she ran down the stairs and again their eyes bore to each other, those teal eyes were showing her a worried looks which made the sea goddess felt something warm inside her chest. She was drowning inside those eyes.
And right the next moment a cold hand was put on her forehead.
It was very comforting in the way Michiru couldn't explain.
"She's burning." Haruka said.
"I know that." Setsuna answered, Michiru recognized some tension in Setsuna's answered.
"We've got to get out of here."
"Who are you?" asked Setsuna without paying attention on Haruka's declaration before. She was slowly putting Michiru to the last stair. When Haruka was about to answer, her cell phone vibrated, she took her cell phone. It was her boss again. 'What a pain.' Haruka thought.
"Tenou here." The blonde answered lazily.
"Where are you?" Her boss demanded. His voice a little bit trembled.
"I can't answer that right now Kakeshi san. I'm in the middle of something right now." Haruka answered in hissed whisper, hoping Setsuna wouldn't hear her.
The blonde heard some rustle and it seemed there was someone else in the other line, because at that moment he was talking with him.
"Could you track it down?" his voice was distant but Haruka could hear it.
"Track what?" Something wasn't right.
"Nothing Tenou san, how's your task?" He asked. His voice became clearer again.
"I'm working on it. Now Kakeshi san you shouldn't call me in every minute…" her voice trailed off, she heard someone talking.
"Juban Hospital" The other voice on the other lines declared.
'That's here.' Haruka thought. Her mouth opened a bit as she thinking what could be the possibility meanings of the statement.
"I knew it! He'll kill us!" came her boss frustrated voice.
Something was really fishy here. Her journalist mind started to attach every piece until she came to a conclusion, which brought horror on her face. Her stomach felt like it filled with cold air all of a sudden.
She had being tracked down by her own boss. 'But, why?'
Her thumb pressed the off button on her cell phone, watching it in a puzzled look before throwing it to the trashcan.
Then she felt someone caught her arm, the warmth was being provided to her left arm, and icy fingers grabbed her. Haruka turned around slowly, she knew who it is. Michiru looked up to her with feverish face and sweat running through her skin. She breathed heavily as she scooted on the stair, trying to get closer to the taller woman. The blonde quickly kneeled right beside her, everything else became distant and it felt like it was only she and Michiru.
"Don't leave." Michiru whispered in her ear. Haruka could smell the ocean scent. She never saw her eyes from this closer before. They were stormy, heavy, and looked tired but there was a slightest light inside,
hope.
"I won't" Haruka promised to her, held both of Michiru's hands to her.
"You haven't answered my question!" Setsuna broke the moment. Tense poured from her eyes, filling the room, the journalist didn't know the question.
Who is she? A friend? Lover? Relative? No…
"I.." Haruka hesitated for a moment, "I just want to help." She put her hands down, releasing Michiru's hands, which fell to her lap.
The doctor arched an eyebrow and snorted. She gave Haruka a mock look and asked. "Do you really think I could believe you that easily? Do you have any prove that you want to help us? You could be one of Inokuma's men."
Haruka didn't answer.
Setsuna pushed her shoulder, and Haruka fell down. As she fell down something stuck out her pocket.
Before Haruka could reach it, Setsuna already stepped on it. "What is this?" She asked to Haruka, starred at her with a killing look. Haruka knew exactly what it was, and she wasn't dumb enough to answer the question.
"Why," Setsuna smirked "you have Michiru's key card in your pocket?"
"Look," Haruka held her hands both above her head. "this is not what its look like, I assure you I can explain." She felt as if she had being punched by someone on her stomach. And she was afraid that the longhaired girl wouldn't want to hear her explanation.
"You the stalker Inokuma had mention!" she yelled, pointing to Haruka.
"No!" Haruka shook her head. But… Haruka jaw dropped. Of course, she was the stalker Inokuma was talking about, that was why Kakeshi San trailed her to the Hospital, maybe Inokuma made Kakeshi san to write some gossips about Michiru, so he could blackmail her.
So it was Inokuma's plan all along.
A sudden ruckus brought the women startled. It could be Inokuma's men or Inokuma it self who started it.
"Look I don't have time for this, and if press know about this Michiru will be doomed." She took a glance at Haruka, "You should be ashamed."
With that she held Michiru to support her, then Haruka's eye widened as she saw her pushed the emergency fire button. The ring sound exploded in every room of the hospital. Haruka gasped as Setsuna grabbed her own high heels and threw it to the window, but the window didn't break it just provided a small crack. Before Setsuna could do anything more, Haruka reached an axe for emergency and swung it to the window, with loud noises the shattered pieces fell down to the floor.
"Look, really, I want to help." The journalist panted and jumped through the window.
Setsuna stood there, she blinked several times to think, but some footsteps were heard as Inokuma's men approaching the emergency staircase. With heavy sigh, Setsuna prayed to the God for her decision and lifted Michiru without any problem at all, then she handed her to Haruka's waiting arms.
"If you hurt her I WILL hurt you more!" The doctor threatened her as she followed the journalist.
Haruka felt Michiru's grip tightly to her neck. She leaned her head to Haruka's collarbone. It was like Michiru already believed that she would protect her and gave her full trust to the taller woman.
And Haruka wasn't intended to lose that trust.
"I promised I wouldn't." She looked down to Michiru's closed eyes "Do you have a car?" They needed to be quick, and couldn't deal debating all this things while Inokuma's was exactly behind them.
"Its right there." The doctor pointed the white Honda Civic "And you should explain this." She held up Michiru's key card.
Inokuma kicked the door open. He was fierce. The emergency fire alarm was a fake. He knew it. Luckily it brought almost all the people from hospital ran away to safe their self's and Inokuma took advantage of it. He already searched the bathroom, both for women and men, he looked to the cafeteria and the lobby, but there was no sign of the aqua haired woman.
And right at that moment he saw her being carried by the blonde woman who apparently just pushed him before. The next moment they were already inside the car and the tires rolled in desperations with loud screech, leaving dust covered the parking lot.
He wanted that woman to be beheaded.
He screamed, ordered everyone to caught them.
He would make her pay. he would make everyone pay!
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Heartbeat.
Michiru snuggled closer to the warm source. It felt so wide, so safe, so calming to her. 'Who heart beat is that?' She asked to herself as she listened to the sounds of rapid drum near her left ear.
She could hear voices, comforting words. It told her to not worry about everything, telling her to just rest, to continue her dream, because everything would be okay, everything would be all right.
The violinist smiled, it had been so long since she heard someone made her so comfortable.
Michiru opened her eyes slowly, wishing to God that she wasn't dreaming. Her heart pace quicken when she saw a blurred figure held her protectively. Then the blurred figure came to focus.
Haruka smiled to her lovingly. "Hi.." she whispered.
Hmm, there's nothing really happen in this chapter. Bear with me, I'll come up with something in the next chapter.
And many thanks (blew kisses eveywhere) to Hitokira (thanks for the support), Lyra14260, papapapuffy, TheWretchedOne, and eclairz. you guys are very kind. I love you!