Michiru awoke about two hours later, still dark, in Haruka's arms. She still felt dizzy but was somehow able to get herself free from the other girl. She felt her head and sat up on the bed. To her, it felt like someone was banging a hammer against her skull. Why did she feel this way? She stumbled quietly to the door that led an escape exit away from Haruka. Michiru thought back from the play, to dinner that was shared between the whole family. She had drunk some wine.

'What if Haruka put some kind of poison in my drink?' She thought. She hurried out of the room and used her upper strength to close the door, soundless.

Never mind all the effort to be silent, Haruka opened her eyes anyway. For a second, she thought about getting up and dragging Michiru back in the room but-no. It was too much; besides, she'll just see her tomorrow morning. Even though there was the chance Michiru could escape with Hotaru, where would she go? She wouldn't go too far.

With each step Michiru took, the more her surroundings came to her in a blur. Her goal was to make it to Hotaru's room to check on her then to make it to Techi. Techi was the only one she could…kind of-trust.

Michiru leaned forward with her forehead on the door that would tell her whether or not Hotaru was safe. She placed her hand on the doorknob, but couldn't find it in her to open it.

"Oh god…" Her legs were becoming weak beneath her, and she slide down to the floor. The floor was cool and gave her energy but not enough to open her eyes.

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Techi wasn't looking for anything that important-who was she kidding; if that was the case then she wouldn't be in her father's den with a flash light in her mouth, rummaging through drawers so as to find documents. Documents that date as early as the 1940s but no later than the 1960's would provide evidence to Michiru that could be very useful, especially if she wanted to know who killed her father.

Too much information in one place is dangerous and stupid. No organize gang would do any such thing. That's why if the police were to do a operation there, on the house, looking in her father's den they would only find records of how the gang was born.

Techi placed some of the documents in her bra and began cleaning her mess. She jumped when she heard a rustle outside in the hallway. Looking around to see if anything was out of place-nope, she left. Click, click and the door was locked. Her father keeps it locked but ironically, he raised Techi to be skilled in lock picking. Her father and uncle (Haruka's father) often caused suspicion for those around them; as a result, they both sent Techi in to take their place. No one in their right, normal mind would think of asking a kid anything that involved the gangland.

Techi smiled; she remembered all the little gifts she would get if she picked a lock just right, if she dis alarmed a security code just right. But if she failed, she would get scolded but nothing more than a pat on the butt.

Always look both ways after you do something wrong or suspicious yet don't act suspicious. Techi followed the rustled she was hearing and turned the corner.

Michiru layed on the floor and Hotaru stood before her. Techi ran but slipped, and fell hard onto the marble floor. Beside her was an empty glass. It must have been Hotaru's before she dropped it. Techi crawled the rest of the way to Hotaru and Michiru. She grabbed Hotaru's pant leg and pulled it so Hotaru, too was on the floor. Techi gestured for Hotaru to be quiet and help her with the body.

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Michiru felt a cold wash towel over her eyes; she moved the towel to her forehead and saw Techi and Hotaru before her. She looked over at the window-it was still night. She looked back at Hotaru and held her arms out. Hotaru went into her arms and Michiru whispered sweet love words to Hotaru. She ran her fingers in her hair and touched her face, kissed it. Hugged her and tugged on her clothes, but when Michiru pulled back and felt a slimy presence on her hands, she looked down.

Techi watched, curious to know what Michiru was staring at upon her hands. Techi leaned in over. She pulled Michiru's hands away from her own face so she could see the problem.

Techi explained, "Blood…"

Michiru let out a scream but Techi quickly covered her mouth but Michiru was having a fit: kicking and screaming. Hotaru stood to the window, frighten.

Techi tried her best to control Michiru from letting any screams escape but managed to say to Hotaru, "Baka! You ought' be glad Haruka didn't see you with such evidence on your clothes or your body would have been worn out from a beaten. Go and get out of them clothes!"

Hotaru ran off and after a few moments, Michiru calmed down. She lied on the bed sprawled out and still with Techi over her.

"My wedding is in five days and as much as I want to help you, you can't ruin this wedding." Techi waited for Michiru to respond back but she didn't, so Techi continued. "If this wedding doesn't happen between me and this man…you don't even want to know."

Finally, in a whisper, Michiru let out, "who is the man you're marrying?"

Techi laughed. "This was suppose to stay in the family but since there's enough hiding from you…my brother from another mother."

Michiru had to think for a second to understand if Techi was actually serious and she was.

"He was able to join my family's rival gang. He fooled everyone into thinking he was legit." Techi got comfortable and lied on top of Michiru, playing with her hair. "Sayonara, that's there name and they also came from Japan. It's time to say sayonara to them at the wedding." She laughed. "They disrupted our drug trafficking here in Hawaii. Our drugs come here from Mexico and though it takes longer, its easier to transmit to the states; allows us to get more money."

"I doubt they were fooled so easily by your brother, be careful with that." Michiru warned. God-she was still dizzy, sick besides if anything Michiru knew it was her who needed to be careful.

Techi knew, the family knew to be careful. To take heed when something might happened. 'Be careful'-ha.

The smiled faded from Techi's face. She patted Michiru on her left cheek three times. She then played with Michiru's hair a little longer. Michiru relaxed and closed her eyes about to drift to sleep. Before she was beginning to dream a light kiss sweaped over her lips.