His Spring Symphony

Chapter Twenty Three: We Were Once Broken

{A/N} I don't know why I decided to become a facilitator in my uni. Yes, I am pretty much an overachiever but I feel super tired.

Anyways, ENJOY!

-Amni

HARU

  "You're late." He said.

Haru gulped. She actually noticed she was late than usual, by four hours, and Hunter had warned her to make sure to go home early, especially after the shooting.

"I was buying something for my sister's birthday." It wasn't a lie. Technically. She spent the late afternoon with Nijiiro, finding out about Hunter, about Kiseki, and then went out buying presents.

"Its fun, right?" He sat and stood up from his chair. Hunter wasn't wearing his glasses, in fact, his glasses weren't anywhere to be seen.

Hunter awkwardly walked to her, almost tripping. When he was near her, both standing straight, looking at each other, Haru distinguished how tired he looked. His sunken eyes accompanied by eye bags under them. He looked thin without his suit, and messy when his shirt wasn't tuck in. He almost looked like he was sick. And, there were cut on his left cheekbone. Haru's hand flinched, almost wanting to touch it but she stopped herself.

Haru also, although a little bit hurt, hasn't seen him for almost a week. Hunter has been busy in the end of the month, you know, doing thing that gangster do. Maybe it involved killing people? Cooler if they dump bodies.

But she knew, Hunter didn't kill. Not after he killed a ton of people because Kiseki died, and hurt himself in the way.

For a gang leader, Hunter did have some common decency.

Took a shot of his drink, Hunter performed a chuckled. He then placed his shot glass on the kitchen counter and whispered: "I should've told you before Nijiiro." He looked at her. His eyes were bright even when his mind was elsewhere. Haru wondered how many shots has he drank. He wasn't drunk, a little tipsy, yes, but not drunk.

News travels fast to Hunter. Haru wasn't surprised nor scared. In fact, she wanted Hunter know that she already knew. Knowing from another person about the person you wanted to know about would lead them to tell you themselves. Haru learned that a long time ago.

"Come..." He said, and turned his back to Haru. With curiosity hunger her heart, Haru followed.

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They stopped in front of the middle mirror of the walk-in closet. Haru was confused but she kept her mouth shut. Hunter placed his hand on the mirror and there was suddenly a green light came on the other side of the mirror. "I'll update your handprint on the data." He said and put his hand down.

She definitely felt like a kid in Spy Kids when the mirror cut open in half, revealing a small room inside.

It was like a storeroom, but neat and intimidating. When she first walked in, she saw the wall in front of her decorated with guns- all types from the small ones to riffles. To her left, was just a wall painted with pine cone brown and to her right, now she just realised it, was decorated with box-like shelves, all in same sizes and on them are potteries, different sizes and shapes, and all unique in their own way. It was Kiseki's work.

Haru bit her bottom lip. She felt like she was about to cry.

Hunter walked towards one of the potteries. He stopped in front of an amphora. His expression gentled as his hand went up and touch it. Hunter crooked a smirk when his finger touched the nip of the pottery. He slowly pulled the pottery and let it fell on the floor, deliberately and it broke into pieces.