His Spring Symphony

Chapter Twenty One: His Miracle on a Sunny Day

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ENJOY! -Amni

    It was time to talk about Kiseki Hinata.

    For starters, Kiseki and Hinata was such a terrible name combination. Kiseki meant 'miracle' and Hinata meant 'sunny day' or 'towards the sun' in Japanese. It was such a terrible name combination because Kiseki Hinata was definitely a miracle on a sunny day for Hunter.

    Hunter didn't realize that he was bisexual until he met Kiseki. Hunter didn't realize that he loved Kiseki until the very last days. Hunter didn't realize that he had wanted to kiss Kiseki's pucker lips more than he acknowledged. Hunter didn't realize that losing Kiseki was meant losing himself too.

    Kiseki and Hunter met like any other gangsters' heirs met; through an auction. Kiseki, that boy, was twenty-one while Hunter was twenty. Kiseki was loud, making everyone acknowledged his attendance, making Hunter acknowledged. "Boy! Put down that pottery!" Hunter remembered how angry the adults were while Kiseki carelessly held a twenty thousand worth of vase in his hands, running around.

"I made it!" He announced. Hunter would scoff.

    Hunter Laskov wasn't like the Hunter Laskov now. He used to be determined, he used to want to be the Laskov's heir so bad that he would do anything to achieve that. Hunter used to be violent and quiet, and a little-troubled child, if you could consider a gangster's heir more problematic than he already was, well, you do you.

Hunter used to be alive.

    While Kiseki, he was quite the opposite. He had already been the Kumicho in the Hinata-kai yakuza for a year. And he had been good. The Hinata-Kai had never been better and organized. The money came rolling, people come and go. Yet, Kiseki never liked being an heir. As I told you, he was the quite opposite of Hunter.

    Kiseki liked pottery. He would sculpture and focus for days on his artwork without remembering to eat and bath. His hands were calloused, with long and thin fingers. He was born with a talent for sculpting. While sculpting, he would listen to classical music because it was one way for him to support his little brother's passion for music.

    "But why Chopin?" One day, while visiting his studio in New York, Hunter asked.

    "Because Beethy and Mozart are overrated." He smirked at Hunter. "Beethy?" Hunter scoffed, and Kiseki would play with Hunter's hair, sweeping it away from his face.

    "Chopin's are light and romantic and every time I listen to it, I can't help but remind myself of that on brown hair boy with such magnificent color of eyes..."

    Hunter would gulp, feeling something alien inside of him, feeling something more than a friend would feel like, especially to a boy.

    He recalled that time, his back was near to a wardrobe of pots and vase and he couldn't walk away from it. Kiseki was blocking his way and it was not like Hunter wanted to move either.

    Hunter remembered how warm his hand was touching Hunter's cheek. How nice it felt when Kiseki's fingers running on the bottom of his lips and how hot it felt when Kiseki's lips touched his.

It was happening so fast but it felt like it wasn't. Hunter's time with him was fast but memorable.

    Kiseki was everything Hunter had dream off. He was a strong and talented heir as Hunter was, he was not afraid of anything, he was carefree and careless and wild and young. He was too young to die.

    It wasn't uncommon for a gang member to die. Yet, for an heir, it brought drastic changes to their community if they died. Since young, the heir would be surrounded with protection and knowledge for them to grow up to be caution, smart and independent. It was the same for all of them; Hunter, Helena, Archie, and Kiseki.

    But, Kiseki was careless. Hunter had a hard time forgetting his death because Kiseki died in front of him.

    They had been together for over a year. They were happy. People around them knew they were together. Pynita was so happy that she baked cakes every time Kiseki visited their home. Nishiro always said they were soulmates. However, Vladimir didn't approve them together because he had preferred a lady at first, he learned to accept it.

It was that night. Oh god, Hunter already felt nausea just thinking about it.

    It was Hunter's birthday. He was twenty-one. July 1st.

Hunter was the one who was driving Kiseki's Ferrari.

    "Where exactly are we going?" Hunter asked, a little bit skeptical. It was at night, around 9 pm and they were on a mountain road, full of spirals and Hunter had to squint his eyes a bit to be able to drive safely.

    Putting his feet on the dashboard, which was such a horrible habit, and not wearing his seat belt, Kiseki chuckled. "You'll see. And you will love me more for it."

    Focusing on the road, Hunter managed formed a warm smile. "Cute." Kiseki come near his neck and kissed it, and then went up, tracing his earlobe with his lips.

    "I love you..." For the thousand times, Kiseki would say and Hunter never replied back. "-and Happy Bir-!"

    Suddenly, it happened. It was happening so fast. A bullet broke the window of the car, hitting Kiseki's neck. The window shattered into pieces, piercing Hunter's face, near his eyes and eyebrows. He lost control of the car and the car fell on a slope of the road. Rolling viciously until Hunter couldn't feel anything; his muscles, his hands, and his breathing, oh god, Kiseki...

    Hunter couldn't see clearly. His left eye was completely black and there were only blurry images on his right. Yet, he could see the silhouette of him, not even slightly moving, "No...no, please!" Hunter quivered.

    "Kiseki, please, Kiseki! Kiseki! KISEKI!!!!" He screamed. He screamed for so long he thought he lost his voice. He was still screaming his name even when he heard the siren. He even screamed when he could hear the muffling words of the rescuers. He was still screaming even when he was rescued because, deep inside him, he knew that Kiseki was gone. That bullet that shot through his neck, he had lost him then. Yet, Hunter screamed. Why?

   Because at that moment, he was praying to God to not take Kiseki away from him. He prayed to God to not take him away, to not take the miracle on his sunny day away...