Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Ruin ❯ Back Into The Closet ( Chapter 5 )

It was sometime between one a.m. and four when Haruka heard Hajime's car rumble back into her drive way. Haruka had just finished playing one of her own pieces on her piano to help her relax. She looked out through the window to see Michiru letting herself out of the car. Hajime also got out. He appeared to be talking to her, but it was too dark for her to be sure. After about a minute Michiru nodded and Hajime got back into the car and drove away. Haruka's first idea was to hide, but when Michiru came closer, Haruka could tell that she looked scared. There was something about her posture and the way that she was carrying herself that disturbed Haruka deeply. She went to get the door and see if Michiru was all right, despite what she had done earlier.

Haruka was about to open the door when Michiru sent it flying open so hard that it bounced back from the wall and shut again. Michiru was sobbing.
“Michiru? What's wrong? What happened to you?” Haruka asked.
“Leave me alone!” Michiru cried. She pushed the other woman to the side and scrambled up the stairs in tears. Haruka ran after her, calling her name over and over.

Michiru ran into their bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, hugging her pillow and sinking into the now clean white sheets. Haruka noticed that the dress Michiru had been wearing was at a strange position on her body, not aligned somehow. It looked like it had been put on in a hurry. Haruka could see much more of one of her breasts than she had before. The dress's slit had also moved from her leg to the center of her bear backside, and Michiru couldn't have even been wearing a thong.

Haruka didn't know how she could possible comfort Michiru. She had a terribly feeling that she knew exactly what Hajime had done to her. In fact, it didn't surprise her at all that the pig had done such a thing. She had warned Michiru to stay clear of him several times before. Haruka took a breath and went over to Michiru. She sat on the bed next to her, even though her own behind was still aching from what the whip had done. Haruka gently stroked Michiru's flattened curls and tried do get her to sit up.

Michiru struggled hard, but Haruka managed to pull her into a sitting position. It made her wonder how Michiru could ever have overtaken her in the first place.
“Michiru, calm down. You're going to be okay,' she tried.
Michiru continued to kick and lash out at her, but Haruka tried to ignore it when her point red shoes got her in the shins. Michiru hadn't even bothered to take them off.
“Leave me alone!!” This time Michiru seamed more angry than frightened. Like she sounded before she left with Haruka.

Michiru kicked Haruka hard in the abdomen. Haruka cried out and doubled over, clutching her gut. Michiru took the chance to push her into her open dress closet. Haruka was stunned at Michiru's sudden burst of strength. She tried to catch herself on something, but there was nothing to prevent her hitting the back of the closet with a rib-shattering force. Haruka scream as she hit the wall. Nothing was broken, but even wound on her back that had begun to heal must have just burst open. Haruka was then enveloped by darkness as Michiru closed the door in her face.

Haruka fumbled for the doorknob in the darkness for nearly half a minute before she remembered that there wasn't one in the inside of the closet. The door was firmly latched in place, and she knew then that she would get out until Michiru wanted her to. She was shocked utterly speechless. Haruka could her Michiru climb back onto the bed, still crying. Haruka tried hitting door with her fists, but it didn't budge in the least. She didn't bother to try reasoning with Michiru because she knew that would only worsen her predicament.

Michiru's crying could be heard from inside the closet for what was at least two hours before it stopped completely. Haruka thought that she had cried her self to sleep, but a moment later, she heard her get out of the bed. Her footsteps ended shortly before the closet.
“I'm sorry, Haruka.”

Had Michiru actually apologized to her? Haruka might have been a little more pleased to hear that if she hadn't been locked in a closet, but it still lightened the load on her heart. Haruka tried calling Michiru's name once, but she didn't come back. Her stomach was rumbling badly; she hadn't had any lunch or dinner that day. She hadn't had much of an appetite earlier, but now it was kicking in. It was three days later that Michiru first came back to the closet.

 

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Haruka's throat was far too hoarse and dry to try to persuade her release when she heard Michiru come back into the room.
“Haruka?” she called into the closet.
Haruka couldn't answer.
Michiru sounded very frantic this time. “Haruka??”
Haruka knocked feebly on the door so that Michiru would know that she hadn't killed her.

Haruka could hear Michiru let out a huge sigh of relief. Then she kneeled down by the door and pushed something underneath the small crack. Haruka grabbed it instantly and crammed it into her mouth. She didn't even have any idea that it was food. But it was food, just not the kind she had been hoping for. Haruka sank her teeth into saltiest cracker that she had ever tasted. Haruka still swallowed it; even if she was thirsty, it would at least help with the hunger.

Michiru pushed a total of ten crackers beneath the door, and then she gave Haruka the thing that she wanted the most (second to her release); a juice packet. The desperate woman stabbed the packet with the small yellow straw and sucked the contents form it in a second. She continued to suck on the straw even after there was nothing left in the package. Michiru pushed one more under the door and Haruka was on it like a ravenous wolf.

“I should have listened to you,” she said. “You were right about him.”
“Michiru, please let me out,” her voice was only a rattle now.
Michiru ignored the request. “It hurt so much, Haruka,” she sniffed. It sounded like she was about to cry again. “Then he made me…he made me…” Michiru could not finish.
“Michiru, just calm down and let me out of here. Please let me help you.”
“I shouldn't have done what I did to you. I was just so angry at you. I don't know what I was thinking. It's just that…I don't know, but I shouldn't have hurt you like that. Please don't hate me for it. I'll make it up to you. I'll do whatever you want me to.”
“Open the door,” she asked again. “Please, Michiru, I love you.”

Michiru got up and left the room. She wouldn't have the heart to face Haruka now. She had always been so loyal to her, and even after what she had done, Haruka still wanted to help her. She had liked what Haruka had done with her. Almost everything that she had said and thought those days ago had been a lie. Haruka was always so gentle with her, but she had turned on her and nearly killed her. There was no way that she would be able to look into Haruka's eyes.

Haruka sank back into the closet. The stench of urine in the small, closed room was nearly unbearable. She had found a small plastic bucket that had served as a toilet so far, but it must have been filled long ago since half of the floor was damp. Thank goodness she hadn't needed to have a bowel movement yet. She didn't think that she would be able to stand the smell. Haruka groaned and curled into a ball at the dry side of the closet and tried to go to sleep.

Sleep didn't come easily for Haruka. The room was probably 37 degrees Celsius by now and the room was incredibly stuffy. If it weren't for the small slit beneath the door, her supply of oxygen would have run out shortly after she was locked in. Still, Haruka did her best to fall asleep. She tried humming first. It had always helped her go to sleep as a child, but it didn't do any good now. Then she counted sheep. It was something she had never tried before, but she supposed it would hurt. Haruka spent an hour counting them before she ditched that method. She finally just laid still and waited for it to come.

Several thoughts flew through Haruka's head before it finally came. She thought of Michiru the most. Thoughts of the times that they had fought together and when she had first transformed. She remembered how nice it was to care for baby Hotaru (for the short amount of time it was possible) with Michiru. How she had wished that they could be a real family. Haruka also thought of how sexy Michiru looked in her bikini, but forced the thought away because it was most inappropriate at the time. She thought of her loving father that had passed away long before his time. How she and her mother had shared their grief and comforted each other. How much she wanted to tear the living heart out of Hajime's chest and shove it down his throat.

Her last thought brought Haruka enough comfort to at last end the terrible day.