The next morning went on quietly. Mamoru didn't say much to Haruka, nor did she bring anything up from the night before. She wasn't sure how he felt about it, he seemed a little on edge; that also may be because she found him that morning asleep on the couch. Their breakfast was eaten in silence. Haruka could tell Mamoru was tired from his sunken eyes and somewhat clumsy state, whether it was because he was around her or of the awful sleep he got was unknown to her.

What it really was in fact what happened the previous night. Mamoru was more or less confused as to what took over him, he would never normally do something like that with someone. Especially one he has taken hostage for his own benefits. That's how he always lived, to better his own life. At times he thought about casting aside his aided sight and weapons, to pursue a normal life. Maybe someone would find him favorable enough for a husband, and a family, he could find a job and provide for said family.

Who was he kidding. No one in their right mind would choose him. A broken blind man with an awful past he can never seem to get away from. Especially now with his track record, he would soon spend the rest of his days behind bars for what he's done. And for what? So he can better his skills and prove to himself he is worth something in this world? Then Haruka shows up, gives him a glimmer of hope that maybe he won't be alone after all.

Mamoru looked up from his plate at Haruka briefly, she was busy playing with her food instead of eating it. He wondered if she realized what she started the night before, but he tried to try and stay away from the subject as long as possible, and after breakfast grabbed his sword to sneak away to practice in the back room. He closed the door behind him and unsheathed his sword, and started to practice swing and workout his muscles. They were sore from last night… He remembered the sound of her voice, over and over in his head which ended up distracting him from his workout. He walked over to the far wall and leaned his hand against it, hanging his head down trying to clear his mind. Suddenly he heard the door behind him creak, causing him to turn his head slightly. The smell in the air changed as Haruka's scent wafted in.

"Mamoru-san. I'm going to the convenience store, I need to get some ingredients for dinner tonight if we don't have a job tonight." Haruka's voice filled the empty room.

"What makes you think you can take over this place like that?" Mamoru curled his hand into a fist and pushed himself off the wall, turning around to face Haruka. He looked at her wire frame, and walked towards her and getting a closer look up of her face. It was contorted into a frown, obvious from his last remark. "Don't forget that you're a hostage, and I'm allowing you what little freedom you have. Consider yourself lucky that I don't lock you up every night."

Haruka huffed and crossed her arms. "Say what you want, but without me you would go back to frozen dinners and bar food. If you're going to keep me here you might as well give me something to do, and right now that is cooking," Haruka said pointing her finger in his face. He sneered at her in response and walked around her shoving into her shoulder slightly and disappearing into the rest of the apartment.

"Fine. Let's go then."

"Blade, I have just receive intel that Swan will be arriving in Tokyo early. Approximately at 20:00 tonight. Location is currently unknown… I will have to get back to you on that."

The headsets in the helmets clicked off as Mamoru's partner finished speaking. For a second all she could hear was the hum of the motorcycle engine as they continued off to their destination.

"Did you hear that Touyama? We have a job to do tonight. We'll go to the supermarket and return back to talk about it more." Mamoru spoke abruptly and sped off faster through traffic. Haruka was amazed at how well he could drive, the technology in his helmet being vastly advanced than she could ever imagine to be in this day and age. There must be emergency and back up driver software that takes over in case something goes wrong with his helmet. He's literally blind as a bat if that happens, although Mamoru never seemed to be afraid.

They arrived at the supermarket, and Haruka hopped off first setting her helmet down. Mamoru followed close behind and he put his hand on her shoulder, like normal, and continued into the store. She picked up a basket and headed down the first aisle, stopping to look at what they had. Aisle after aisle she would do this, eventually having Mamoru's patience run out.

"You're really starting to piss me off by doing this repeatedly… Why don't you just finish this quickly so we can get out of here," Mamoru growled softly, gripping the handle on his cane tighter.

"You didn't complain about anything like that last night, now did you?" Haruka said, cocking her head up to look at Mamoru in the eye. Immediately when he caught onto what she was talking about he let go of her shoulder.

"Tch… " Mamoru sounded as he turned heel and walked off in the opposite direction, wanting to get as far away from her as possible. He turned into the next few aisle's over and stopped in front of a shelf pretending to be looking at it. He felt flustered, something that was also upsetting him a great deal. He had slipped into a deep thought when someone came up to his left.

"Sir… Do you need any help with your shopping?" the voice called out, sounding like a young woman.

"No, leave me be," Mamoru grumbled at the lady, turning to his right to walk out of the aisle again. This was the last thing he wanted was to feel helpless in a store he felt was perfectly cable of shopping at. The longer he was to be in that store, the longer he would be exposed to the atmosphere of people feeling like they needed to do a good deed by helping a blind man do his shopping. He turned the corner into another aisle and started actively looking for Haruka.

Haruka however as still in the midst of shopping. After her pleasant success in making Mamoru storm off she was happy to be alone for once. She wasn't gonna run, as he would surely find her, but she also didn't feel the need. She had started to get used to this life, maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. She grabbed something off the shelf and put it into her hand basket when a man walked up to her, getting uncomfortably close.

"Excuse me, you're in my… way" said Haruka, trailing off at the end. She looked up to see the same detective that was looking at her in the coffee shop the day before.

"I apologize for meeting you like this, but I must do this quickly before I'm spotted. In exchange for your freedom, and a rather large reward, meet me at the loading docks by the pier at 20:30 tonight. Bring the Samurai with you." the man whispered into her ear and slipped a piece of paper with the location and other information into her hand. Haruka looked down to take a look at it, and glanced up to ask the man a question, but he was already gone. Instead, she saw the familiar samurai walking down the aisle towards her.

"There you are, let's go. Now." Mamoru caught up with her and looked at her through his glasses. "… What's that in your hands?"

Haruka's heart started to race when he asked the question. Although suddenly realizing he couldn't actually read what was on it, she just looked up and smiled. "Just a recipe a nice man just gave me. There is no harm in that, right?"

Mamoru raised an eyebrow at her, "… Whatever. Let's just go. If I get asked if I need assistance shopping one more time, I might have to kill someone"

The next few hours seemed to go on forever, and the guilt of her upcoming task started to sink in. Haruka sat at the table, staring into her cup of tea and kept thinking about how she was going to go about telling him without sounding too suspicious.

She was alone for the time being, Mamoru had just walked down to the bar below his apartment to talk to someone. Haruka took a gulp of her tea and set the cup back down on the table, staring at the wall opposite of her. Everything was so plain; white paint, no wall hangings or decorations. Not even a poster or a calendar. Obviously Mamoru had no use for any of this but she found it odd that the whole apartment seemed quite empty.

Suddenly her vision took away from the bland walls, and an image flashed in front of her. There was a helicopter, and a large group of what looked like police officers, and someone on their knees in front of them, the lights from the helicopter and police cars blaring. She couldn't properly see who it was, as their back was turned to her. A bright flash of light lasted only a split second and the same figure that was on their knees fell to the ground and lied motionless.

Haruka snapped back to reality and opened her eyes, her heart was racing at what felt like a million miles an hour. Sweat was beading down the side of her face and she had ultimately crushed her tea cup in her hands, the pieces all over her hands and what was left of her tea coated her hands and puddled against the table. It was one of the more violent visions she has had recently, and she couldn't shake off the fact that she knew exactly who it was she saw. Haruka lifted her hands up slightly and let the shards of ceramic fall to the table, revealing her now bleeding hands.

"What the hell was that?" a familiar voice broke the silence, the only other voice she had been hearing for the past week and a half. Haruka snapped her head up and her eyes met Mamoru's face, who was in the door way to the entrance just looking at her.

"N...N-nothing. Just a vision," Haruka responded softly, and she looked down for a moment, watching as Mamoru took his shoes off and slipped his feet into house slippers. She thought back to the slip of paper that the man in the store gave her, and looked back up at Mamoru who was now walking towards her, stopping at the edge of the table. He stood there, as if he was waiting for more from her. She couldn't bring herself to do it, the large bounty and her freedom aside, she would be luring him into a trap. At the most, they would arrest him and he would be put on trial... so she hoped.

"Is there something you have to tell me?" Mamoru said, putting his hands on the table and leaning forward slightly. He looked through his glasses down at her clenched fists, and the pile of what he assumed was a cup in front of them. His gaze flickered back to Haruka, her vacant facial expression apparent, still looking at him.

"Down by the docks. At 20:30, Swan will be there." Haruka said, and then fell silent until she heard a response. Mamoru's gaze was unwavering, she could almost see it through his glasses.

He snarled his lips slightly, "Are you lying to me?"

Haruka quickly stood up and opened her hands, jutting them out towards Mamoru, bleeding palms facing up. Her expression changed from blank to furious, trying to cover up the apparent lie she just made. "If I was lying to you would that vision have caused me to break the tea cup in my hands?!" Haruka spoke loudly and angrily, feeling the blood spread out from her palms and drip down the side and through her fingers.

"I'm assuming you're showing me what's on your palms, for one I hope you realize I can't actually tell what it is. Secondly, I'll take your word for it. Get ready to leave in about an hour so we get there a bit early," Mamoru grunted and stood up straight. He pushed his glasses up his nose and walked past Haruka, "if your hands are indeed bleeding you should probably get it cleaned up," he finished before heading into his room, and closed the door behind him.

Haruka looked down at her palms and stared at them for a while. After she heard Mamoru's door shut, she closed her eyes as they were about to tear up and brought her still bleeding hands up to her face and buried her face in them, staggering back into the chair she was sitting in. She started to shake slightly as she took deep breaths to keep her composure, all the while tensing her fingers around her head.

"I'm so fucking stupid..." she whispered to herself bitterly, letting her hands fall to her sides. She stood up and made her way towards the bathroom to clean up.