His Spring Symphony

Chapter Twenty Two: But, You're Rainbow

{a/n} The amount of assignments I have this semester literally stopped me from doing anything that I enjoy because I'm afraid if I fuck it up and it's not good.

Yet, thank you for reading this story, at least knowing somebody read it made my day.

So, enough talking. Here's Chap 22!

ENJOY! -Amni

HARU

  Her feet rushed towards the recital hall. The familiar sound of piano gave her hope that he was there. Haru had search for Nijiiro for days since Hunter's friends asked her to do so. To find answers, even though she wouldn't admit how curious she was about Kiseki Hinata.

    Haru was an idiot for eating too much wantan that night, her head felt heavy and spinning and she was sleepy but, his lips... she remembered it. He kissed her, and somehow, it made her felt safe in such a long time.

    Goshdanggit, she needed to stop thinking about that. She knew he did that just out of curiosity because Hunter's movements, his expressions, his eyes were the same way her mom was when her bitch ass of a dad left Haru's family to shreds; heartbroken.

    To her relief, the Asian boy with an intimidating fashion sense was there, his fingers on the keyboard, concentrating. It felt like a demon possessing her because Haru wasn't this brave, yet she rushed and took a seat beside Nijiiro, almost pushed him down to the stage floor. "What the fuck?!" He snarled, and pushed Haru from his seat, almost.

   "I want to know about your brother." She pressed a key. Low C.

   Nijiiro grunted. "Ask him. I don't want to talk about it. Can you just fuck off?"

   She looked up at him. "I want to kn-"

   "Hey, one of the four seasons, please leav-"

    "I want!" She cut him off. "I want to know it from you...rainbow."

    "Don't even call me a rainbow."

    "But you're Nijiiro (rainbow)."

    "Fuck off, Haru." Nijiiro sighed and ran his palm on his neck, lightly massage it, stressed.

    "Can you just for one second, stop cursing at me?!" She yelped but Nijiiro ignored her.

    "I have five songs to practice." He claimed, and sat beside Haru, not even fight her. He started to press the keys.

    The music was soft...almost as it wanted something. His long finger played it simply, almost without effort. "It's called Craving for the Spring Wind." Nijiiro answered after acknowledge how Haru stared at his quick hands.

    Then she noticed how sad the song melody was. Although it sounded whimsical and light, she imagined she was in an empty field near a cliff, letting her body react to the wind blowing to her face. She felt free but it was almost not. Because she didn't want it to be free at that moment, as if she was waiting for something or someone. Haru didn't realize that her nails digging on her palms. She felt pathetic and clueless. Everyone around her refused to tell about Kiseki and somehow, although she wouldn't admit, she felt a little bit upset, she felt left out.

Hunter knew everything about her, why couldn't she know everything about him?

    "What was he like? Your brother?"

    Still playing, he said; "Why not you ask Hunter? He knew Kiseki better than me anyways."

    "I can't ask him." She sighed.