find solace (belong) [KNY/BNHA]

[02] why her and not me?

"What do you mean she's not there?"

Midnight spoke in an incredulous tone, disbelief marring her uncovered features that would usually be obstructed from view with her mask.

She wore comfortable dark blue jeans with a white shirt and a blue jacket, the most casual of the casual wear she would get her hands on. She was no longer Midnight in her civilian form, she was Kayama Nemuri.

Kayama's hands twitched as she gripped the bag of treats she had brought tighter.

"It's as I said, she went missing last week," the woman who answered the door said as she put a hand on her cheek naturally, "I'm worried sick, I'm her aunt after all."

This bitch.

Charlotte was a sensible girl, it was an understatement to call her calm. There was no way she'd ever leave home without someone knowing, or run away from anything, no matter how much it hurt her not to.

She must have done something. Kayama growled, anger rising from beneath her in waves, tides crashing onto her as she tried her best to remain calm.

She was supposed to visit two weeks ago, one week after the funeral of her dear friends, but was preoccupied with a case. And she couldn't just show up in her hero costume, lest the villains that are onto her target Charlotte's house instead.

I never would have forgiven myself.

The woman readjusted her purple silky locks, the hand holding the bag digging into her palm even more. Her sky blue eyes that were once covered in anger began to process the situation, and instead, remorse, worry, guilt, flooded her mind.

She visibly swallowed and opened her mouth, seemingly mouthing words, but unable to voice any of them.

"Have you...." She asked, voice dry, "have you reported the missing file case?"

The woman in front of her donned black hair up to her chin, wavy and clearly styled, ready to go out. Her eyes were the same pink as Akane's, Charlotte's mother, albeit a bit darker.

It was to be expected. They were sisters after all.

But when the woman, Akari, froze and shook her head side to side with a mildly troubled, mainly annoyed look, Kayama's softened eyes hardened.

Now that Kayama looked closely, Akari looked nothing like her sister.

Her hair, her fingers, her nose, her eyes, her mouth, her body proportion, her gaze.

Nothing reminded her of her friend, nothing.

Akane would never fail to report a missing child, even if they weren't her own.

"How could you not?!" Kayama burst out in anger, dropping the cookies she had baked for the girl she had wished to see.

"When a child goes missing, you're supposed to report it!"

Her voice was strained, edging on the line of cracking. There was desperation, anger in her voice. The feeling of hopelessness, and disappointment.

Akari snapped, head looking up boldly, "How was I supposed to know?!"

Of course she knew. It wasn't possible for her not to know. But she was the one to abandon that innocent child so why would she?

Maybe if she filed a report, she wouldn't have to deal with a crazed woman like this

Kayama grabbed Akari's shirt by the collar and closed in on her, staring dead into her eyes.

Worried? As if.