You are Mine Now (Rinharu Fanfic)

Chapter 9

You Are Mine Now...
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Chapter  9 (Haru's POV)
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"H-Haru?!"

Both Rin and Makoto look at me with shocked faces in unison.

Shit, what do I do in a situation like this?

I find myself frozen on the spot. All in all, I am glad to see Makoto again and want to catch up on things but King Rin will kill me later if he catches me. I preferably want to live.

Without another word I turn tail and bolt out of the room.

"Wait Haru!" I hear Makoto's voice call as I speed up.

Faster, Faster, Faster

I need more speed.

More, more

My legs burn from the excessive effort.

Come on!

Bam!

Unbearable pain shakes my skull, completely throwing my balance off. Dropping to the floor, I catch a glimpse of both Makoto and Rin running towards me with haste. Both seem to be desperately running to me, but I can tell that their intentions are different.

I collapse onto the soft carpet below me and face the ceiling. My vision starts to get blurry but I can still make out a familiar face hovering above me, clutching a broom.

Akai-san.....

"Haru!" Rin shouts my name with a tone I have never heard before. It may just be my imagination but I think that just for a second he sounded genuinely concerned.

Rin....

I can feel a tinge of warmth in my chest as he makes his way over to me.

Wait, why the hell do I feel happy that he is concerned?

Before either of the two can reach me, I slip into unconsciousness. Now lost within unbound oblivion.

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"Haru-chan!" A child's voice resonates throughout my head.

"Makoto!" I hear another kid's voice call out.

At first when I look around, there is nothing but pitch black darkness. Not one evident exit available. I blink and find two young boys in front of me, playing in what looks like a dirt patch.

It only takes me a second to realize who what and where. When I do, my confusion only increases.

Why am I recalling this memory at a time like this?

"Ne, Haru-chan?" The young Makoto grabs a twig and traces his thoughts into the muck.

"What is it?" I watch my tinier self in a crouched position as he watch's six year old Makoto draw a rather big heart.

"Do you remember that moment in one of those picture books where a dirty kind girl changes into a beautiful princess?" Makoto asks curiously.

"Oh yeah, I think Cinderella was the title," My smaller self states in a non interested fashion.

"Yeah, that one," The green eyed boy smiles, "You know, I couldn't help but think that you were kinda like her."

"Huh?" My past self sounds somewhat offended, "So you are saying I'm like a girl?"

"No! Well, yes. But, not in the way you think that I'm trying to say it," Young Makoto drops his stick, waving both hands in a frantic state to get his point across.