His Spring Symphony

Chapter Forty Four: Asking for Forgiveness

HUNTER

    Hunter opened his eyes to a white ceiling. He never believed the existence of heaven since he was sure he was going to hell anyway. But for a moment, he thought he was in heaven.

    Then, he felt hurt; on his torso, his arm, and his legs.

  Everything hurt.

  To feel. To think. To breathe. Hurt. 

     And dying wasn't supposed to hurt. Not after your soul detached from your body.

      He groaned when he couldn't move his limbs. His arm was poked with needles and the IV machine kept on beeping.  It occurred to him that he was in a hospital, and Laskovs rarely admitted to one because they were criminals. And being in a hospital meant that he almost died.

    Was he?

     Then he saw Luca hovered him, buzzcut of a black hair and blue eyes that still shone with youth. A small smile plastered on his face, but he was worried. And then his mama came hovering him; crying. Papa too.

     "Did I die?" His voice was hoarse. His throat was dry as if he didn't speak for years.

     "Almost." Luca chuckled and then his voice shook, he shed a tear.

     A light slap on his thigh caught his sight to Pynita. "You were shot two times! In surgery for a whole night! You were in a coma for almost a week! It has been a week! I thought I lost you." Mama shed really ugly tears. It made Hunter laughed and then he regretted it. It was still hurt on his ribs.

     Everyone around him started to panic. "I'm fine. It's just... my body forgot how it hurt to get shot." Luca snorted at that. So Hunter turned to him. It wasn't appropriate to ask about what happened in front of Mama, and Vladimir has been particularly quiet despite how anxious he looked.

     "Mama, can I speak to Luca and papa for a while?" Pynita smiled and nodded. She kissed Hunter's forehead and made leave.

    "Ash-"

    "Don't ask about him." Luca said. "Take time and think for yourself and you will understand. What he did, I mean." Hunter pursed his lips. He wanted to ask about her after that but that can wait. He was not worthy to ask about her at this time.

     "What about Nijiiro? I'm confident that he got shot." At that Vladimir breathe out. "Why?"

     Luca stared at Vladimir to reply and he looked at his son, grim. "Somebody wants to see you. He waited for days for you to wake up."

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     Around the time Hunter was in a coma, Hinata Kai's old leader came to Brooklyn after hearing his only son left got hurt.

      They were left alone with Nijiiro in his room. Hunter knelt in front of him for forgiveness. It was the first time he saw Nishiro this angry; his eyes settled at Hunter and he back was straight, there was no smile on him and he always smiled. And he didn't care that how hurt Hunter was for him to grunted at his wounds from kneeling, nor from the coldness of the tiled floor since he was only wearing his hospital gown. At this, Hunter knew he had truly got into the bad side of old leader of Hinata Kai.

    "Otosan, I'm fine. Stop being dramatic." Nijiiro groaned behind him, but his dad didn't budge. "I truly apologize for the cause of hurting your son-"

    "Stop apologizing on behalf of me, Hunter." Nijiiro protested.

    "No." Nishiro shook his head. "Apologise. I only have one son left in this world. I sent him to study and I expected him to only study. Not getting involved with gang issues. And he doesn't even want to take care of Hinata-kai." Nishiro put his hands behind his back. He was worn out and clearly tired.