Bodyguard

By: Urooj

Just a reminder that this is AU story. It's like an advance version of silver millennium

Thank you all for the reviews!

Song: Perfect Enemy by T.A.T.U

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot

Chapter 3: Raw Meat on a Silver Platter

She started playing, elegantly and gracefully as ever. It was a sad- beautiful song. After all, her violin was the only companion that she could convey her pain, agony and sadness. "I must be the saddest person, having an unanimated object as a companion."

She played for a while longer, until she felt someone else's eye on her. She slowly opened her eyes.

"Oh? What do we have here? Trying to hide your twisted tongue from the universe by playing a violin, princess? Now then, I thought being a great violinist meant having a kind heart, not to mention manners of course. You seem to lack both." Haruka's taunting voice bubbled her blood. She didn't know if it was anger or if it was the magnificent sight in front of her. Just looking at the blonde made her weak. She didn't know anything anymore.

Haruka was lying there on a cream sofa wearing some white khaki and red shirt. Her black sword was safely beside her. There was a fireplace, a cream carpet and some furniture. It was another living room, except it didn't have a television. There were a few rooms in this castle that were sound proof. This happened to be one of those rooms.

Michiru looked towards Haruka with annoyance. "And warriors are supposed to be disciplined and charming."

"Let's get one thing straight then," Haruka interjected. "I, for one, refuse to be your knight in shining armor. I'm only here because it would be a dishonor to turn my back on this job. Got that?"

"Has your tongue always been that sharp? I don't care if you don't want to be a knight in shining armor, just watch yourself and that half- baked tongue of yours!!!" Michiru yelled. She went in the middle of the room and started playing. While Haruka closed her eyes and plugged her earphones in her ears. She started listening to some songs, while Michiru played her violin.

Haruka had put this song on repeat. She couldn't help but like it. It relaxed her, although Michiru's violin was doing a good job too. Haruka closed her eyes and listened to the lyrics of the song, while her thoughts blended in with the words of the song.

Why should I welcome,

Your damnation?

Yeah, Haruka wondered why she should accept Michiru and try to change her for the better. What was it about her that had drawn Haruka to Michiru like a lost dog? Was it the intense sadness and loneliness that Haruka wished to melt away?

Why should I listen,

To explanations?

After dinner, Haruka had heard a lot of awful things about Michiru. Though she saw few examples of it, she wondered if she should listen to Michiru's side of the story. Why was the captivating princess so miserable?

I'm not pretending,

To make it simple

Haruka was a bit shocked at how much she wanted to aid the Neptunian princess after knowing her for only a few hours. She chided herself, feeling foolish. This was not the Haruka she normally was! And this matter wasn't even simple. She was Michiru's bodyguard, although it seemed more like the workers of the castle needed to be protected…

Try to be something experimental.

This was Michiru's life. If she wanted to ruin it, she might as well. Haruka gruff in annoyance. Michiru should be kind; she should be something she could be proud of. Not cruel – unless that's what she was proud of. Yikes.

You don't turn me off,

I will never fail

Haruka opened her eyes and watched Michiru for a while, before closing her eyes. Damn, she was pretty. And pretty in this sentence was an understatement. That's it! Michiru was officially driving her insane! Michiru! Michiru! Michiru! You'd think it would take more than a woman – a god damn gorgeous woman- to distract her. She promised herself that she wouldn't allow the object of her attention get in the way of her duty to protect her. She refused to fail this mission.

Keep yourself away

Far away from me

"Yes, Michiru Kaioh – Queen of Uranus – I mean princess of Neptune! R-right, princess of Neptune needs to leave my thoughts and mind. Oh god, help me please!" Haruka silently pleaded.

I'll forever stay your Perfect enemy

But Michiru made it clear to Haruka, that she didn't like her. When Haruka looked at Michiru in the eye, she saw –hate-. That's what it seemed to her. And if that's the way Michiru wanted to play it, Haruka wouldn't mind. She would be Michiru's perfect enemy, and at the same time her protector (of course). If Michiru decided to shape up, Haruka would decide to give her some slack.

Michiru's eyes were slightly opened though it seemed closed. She watched the blonde, who was lying down peacefully while listening to her music rather than the Neptunian princess. Michiru was intrigued. Did Haruka not like her music? Normally when Michiru played the violin, everyone gave her their undivided attention. But Haruka didn't. Michiru thought her music wasn't good enough to impress Haruka. The blonde warrior seemed to repel against everything Michiru did that was appealing to all others. Did her charms fail on the tomboy?

Her anger was slowly rising. She hated being ignored by the blonde, she felt insulted. In a swift movement, Michiru walked up to Haruka with the violin set down on the table, and yanked Haruka's earphones away from her ears.

Haruka didn't flinch. She felt Michiru's anger, and her movement. After all, she was an experienced warrior. She slowly opened her eyes, and met face to face with Michiru's heated– and hurt – eyes.

"What the hell is fuckin' wrong with you? IS my friggin music not good enough for your dog ears?" Michiru breathed heavily.

Haruka watched her silently.

"Even now, all you can do is make my blood boil. Your very presence annoys the hell out of me, and I wish you never came to this castle!" Michiru yelled.

Haruka watched her again. Michiru looked at Haruka, and saw the blonde's expression was cool and calm. The Neptunian princess raised her hand in a tight first and released it towards Haruka's direction.

Haruka caught it effortlessly. She looked at Michiru with hard eyes.

"You're so spoiled, ice princess."

"Don't call me that!" Michiru's voice was crocked.

"Why not?" Haruka retorted, talking advantage of Michiru's fallen state. "It suits you."

Michiru looked up at Haruka. The blonde warrior was emotionally slapping her!

"I don't understand why I was asked to protect you, when everyone here needs PROTECTION from the horrible ice princess."

"Shut up!" Michiru fell to the floor, tears not coming out yet.

"What? The truth hurts doesn't it Michiru?" Haruka taunted, circling Michiru.

"Just shut up!" Michiru put her hands over her ears.

Haruka's voice darkened.

"I can listen to whatever I want. I'm your bodyguard, not your servant. I don't obey your every whim, got that? Get a life, and a hold of yourself." Haruka said and released her hand.

Michiru felt battered. She heard footsteps, assuming Haruka left the room, unaware that the blonde was watching her from the corner of the shadows. Michiru started crying. Haruka had said the truth to her face. She delivered it to her on a silver plate with raw meat.

Michiru knew she was horrible. She knew she was miserable – and she needed help.

Finally, after god knows what hour, she stopped crying, and crawled on top of the sofa.

"God life is so miserable. Wish it could all end."

Then, she fell asleep.

Haruka walked towards Michiru and lifted her in her arms. She then carried the princess to her room.

"I hate hurting you like this Michiru…"

She watched her, and brushed some aqua bangs.

"But if this is going to make you a better person, then you leave me no choice." Haruka whispered as she kissed Michiru's cheek.

Author's note: And here's the end of chapter 3. So what exactly do all of you like about this story?