A.I.: Cold Hearts

A.I.: Ch. 7

*Ai's POV*

"Guys, Azami has been gone for awhile." I said.

Kira nodded and then shrugged. He didn't say much, did he?

"Well, we have to go look for her!" Reiji cried.

We had let the losing team in since we pitied them... and since they were willing to pay a small fee. They all nodded, I could sense worry in the room. But, what was the point in looking for a person when they're bound to come back? I shrugged and followed them out the door.

*Azami's POV*

I was a sad little girl, curled p in the corner of the room. I had somehow made my way back to the Shining Agency. I had entered the nearest room and cried.

Otori had hurt me. I didn't want to talk about it. I didn't want to see anyone, especially now. Now, when I'm weak and hurt and a mess.

How could Hotaru just abandon me like that?!

I buried my head into my my knees. It was my fault. I followed her. I shouldn't have...

A hand fell onto my shoulder. "Azami." a soft voice said.

I looked up into cyan orbs. A collective sigh filled the background.

*Ai's POV*

She was curled up in a corner, sobbing a little. Why? What had happened?

The guys behind me sighed in relief.

"Doushite?" I asked. "Why are you crying alone?"

"I... I don't want anyone to see me like this." she whispered. "Leave me alone. I can handle it by myself."

"No." I said firmly. "I know from experience that you shouldn't handle things alone."

I pulled her up and hugged her. My data says that when someone was sad, a way to make them feel better was through chaste gestures. "Don't cry alone." I whispered.

So, she hugged me back and silently cried into my chest.

*Kira's POV*

I stared at the pair. Since when was Azami so... soft? So kindhearted? Where was her spirit and her strength? Since when did she sympathize with her targets?

I felt a little pang in my heart as I watched the two.

How would she ever complete her mission like this?!

But... I could help her. If she can't kill them, I would do it for her. I would do anything to save her.

*Time skip*

I hummed my tune as I walked to a music room. I needed to get this tune out of me and onto a piece of paper.

I did a quick warm up on the piano before grabbing a few sheets of paper.

I closed my eyes and imagined my tune. Everything from the day of the soccer game and all the emotions that came along with it flowed in.

I smiled at I replayed the tune once more and wrote it on a piece of paper.

Then, I started my lyrics.

After hours and hours of working at it, I finally finished. Overjoyed and eager to hear it altogether, I started to sing.

"You're having a dream
where the concrete wavered and the mist darkens

An unknowing normal life
that traced the template

High-tempo attendance
A sad future that won't disappear, isn't enough

You're about to cry,
not being able to say that the last story's here