Author's Note: I am here again, once more! I never typed up a story before and you wouldn't believe how happy I was when I received comment-o s!!! I am purely grateful! Anyways, moving on. This chapter may have certain character a little lot a bit out of character. So, for those very few people that do read this please comment; criticism or compliments, it's all much appreciated!

Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon, the characters, or a dating show.

But she couldn't help it. She had to whisper it and get it out.

"Shuu."

"Haruka."

His breathes seemed to have gotten shorter. The same could go for her. She hadn't heard her name used by his voice in a long time. It seemed like a long time until Michael Finn couldn't stand the stares they were sending each other.

"May, let's move on to the next guy."

The next guy. It hit them both very hard. She realized that the person that she least wanted to see while in her current situation had not been her friends or family. The person that would criticize her and make her feel the worst possible had not been her friends or family. Actually, it was true that the person was a friend. But he had never been together with the group she had traveled with. She knew him up to a point. She knew he would be yelling at her any minute. She wanted to get out of there.

"Michael Finn," her voice had gone unusually dry. She cleared her throat and went, "You will have to pardon…" She turned to face Shuu once more and she felt terrified.

"How could you become such a whore?! What are you doing in a place like this?! How could you sink so low!"

Each sentence stabbed her harshly. Her bangs shadowed her face as she managed to croak out, 'You guys will have to pardon me." "No, you're not going anywhere." Shuu replied angrily. He grabbed her arm and threw her in to his room. Before Michael Finn could protest, Shuu growled, "Leave." And he slammed the door.

He approached her as though a lion approaches its prey. She tried to pick herself off the floor, but was prevented from doing so as a shooting pain from her ankle reached her. She pushed herself back as she avoided his gaze. She could see him approaching her and then she felt her back slammed in to the wall. She heard the slams on the door coming from Michael Finn. She grabbed on to the arm of the chair next to her and struggled in pulling herself up. Each tick of the clock rang through her ears. She managed to get up the same time he reached her.

He pushed her down roughly. "Tell me, you whore. What is the reason you're here?" He had most defiantly changed over the years. "I," Haruka replied remembering what Michael Finn had said to respond to the question, "I needed the opportunity to find new people to meet. People were getting old."

It stung. The slap had directly been aimed for the face; it had made her neck snap back. She had never fought him physically, but she highly suspected the power she had just felt was different from the one six years ago.

"You bitch! You are just a stupid, little shore!" he shouted. She didn't have tears from the physical abuse. She had received worse before. She had tears because of the deliverer and his words. He dragged her up and pushed her against the wall. "No, I am not a whore or a bitch." she whispered, not showing him her eyes. He growled and punched her stomach, meeting a hard block before her stomach. She raised her face, her stare filled with tears and pain, "Please do not assault me in such a manner." His eyes directly met hers, yet she could not figure out what his thoughts were.

"What happened to you?"

"What about you?"

He let her go suddenly. She dropped her gaze and she walked toward the door. She paused at his frozen form and whispered to him, "Shuu, it's really nice to meet you once more. Save yourself and leave me." She walked awkwardly out the door as he whipped around to face her.

What he said next fell upon deaf ears as he watched Michael Finn steer her away.

"Haruka, I can't."

Author's Second Note: Okay, I just had to say something here. I am welcoming suggestions. For all you there that are bored, here's a little game! Actually, it's not interesting at all…but whatever. Okay, guess who said: What happened to you?" "What about you?" Yup! Hee hee! Alright, leaving now!