Legacy Of the Past {Sequel to Two of a kind}

The Picture

(3RD Pov)

"HAA!" Hitori let out a fighting cry as she threw Haruki's body down to the ground with full force. "GAH!" Haruki screamed as he made contact, causing a giant crater as dust flew into the air. 

Hitori gracefully landed on the ground with an irk mark on her forehead. "That's what you get bastard!" She shouted angrily while waving her fist around. While Haruki had kidnapped Hitori, she had put up a fight. 

She fought harder when he refused to give her answers.

He thought he could contain her, but he ended up being deathly wrong. They were the same distance from the village as Ira and Shin in the other direction. 

"I-Itai..(ow)" Haruki winced as he painfully rubbed his head. "What was that for?" he slightly whined like a 5 year old. Hitori huffed in annoyance as she put her hand on her hip. "That's what you get for carrying me around! Pervert!" she shouted. 

"Hah?" Haruki was completely confused. "Why did you bring me out here unexpectedly idiot." Hitori practically spelt out for him. 

He winced again when he stood on his two feet in the middle of the medium sized crater. "I wanted us to hang out alone together." he said sheepishly. Hitori's eye twitched slightly as she sent Haruki an evil look.

"You could've just asked instead of unexpectedly grabbing me, idiot." she hissed. Haruki laughed nervously while rubbing the back of his neck like an idiot. 

Hitori sighed, letting her anger dissipate. She then noticed something on the ground. "Eh? What's this?" she wondered out loud. She bent down to pick it up before straightening up. She turned the piece of paper around and saw it was a painted photograph. 

It was a picture of a beautiful woman wearing war gear. Hitori couldn't help but marvel at the mysterious woman's beauty.  She was on another level of beauty. She looked young, with maroon hair, sparkling green eyes, and the look of a warrior. 

"Who...is this..." Hitori asked in complete awe as she remained mesmerized by the photo. She hadn't noticed Haruki had walked up to her and was already sadly looking at the photo. 

"That's my aunt Sanya's photo," He answered. Hitori's head immediately shot up to look at him. His eyes never left the photo. 

"They never got an actual picture of her since she died before they could so my mom painted a photo of her. I found it in a picture frame and took it. It's my only way of knowing what she looked like exactly." he added while wearing a sad smile. 

Hitori's lips parted slightly before looking back down at the picture. "She's beautiful," she said respectfully before holding the picture out for him to take. Haruki slowly took it into his hands and tucked it in his pouch in safety. 

"How did she die?" Hitori asked. She saw Haruki's body tense making her feel guilty. "Y-You don't have to-"