Death's Harvest | Komahina Fanfic

Chapter 12

Hajime was in a rather sour mood and Nagito just had to fuel it more by acting all high and mighty.

Not to mention that Tina and Arielle were getting on his nerves, too. He had just enough of their nonstop yelling over their petty cards.

"Can you do something else that's more productive rather than play cards?" He sighed in agitation.

"Like what?" Tina replied, placing the cards back into the box.

"I don't know," Hajime rubbed his temples, "Something that won't bother me? Maybe you can start by sitting down and keeping your mouth shut."

Tina narrowed her eyes and huffed.

"Freaking Tsun Tsun hair," Arielle groaned while making herself comfortable on the roof of the car. "Heyyy, Mr. Emo kid!"

Nagito raised an eyebrow and pointed at himself.

"Me?"

"Yeah, you. You guys never told us your names so nicknames it shall be."

Nagito didn't respond.

"His many stations are there left until we get to Tokyo?"

Nagito thought for a moment, then replied, "Five. Which is approximately two more hours."

Great. Two more hours stuck with these two insane, sugar-high kids.

Hajime hastily made his way to the opposite side of the train compartment, wanting to avoid the Grim Reaper as much as possible. He didn't want to deal with the messenger of death as of now, no matter how attractive or intriguing he was.

The only sound in the air was the low hum of the train and the occasional thumping of the wheels on the railroad.

At least Tina and Arielle had shut up now.

Hajime shut his eyes, his mind wandering off to the events last night, which, much to his dismay, were embedded in his mind like fragments of glass. The more he pondered over it, the more embarrassing it felt. Why had he even taken off Nagito's clothing anyway? It was a stupid thing he regretted doing.

But, the feeling of his skin was so soft, and he was so frail. At that moment, an urge to protect him (not that Nagito needed it anyway) gripped his mind. A dull ache in his heart began to grow, and Hajime didn't know what the cause was. It had started when Nagito started giving him the cold shoulder, so maybe it was because of that?

It certainly couldn't be because Hajime felt a sense of loneliness after Nagito had started ignoring him. Right?

Just as the brunet was about to doze off, his head bobbing slightly to force itself to stay upward, the soft tapping of footsteps traveled through his ears amid the sounds of the train.

Instinctively, due to his many years as a mafia lord, his ears perked up and his eyes snapped open. Hajime swung his head over his shoulder just when Tina came up behind him with her musical instrument in one hand.

With a quick intake of air, the short-haired girl blew into the instrument as her fingers slammed down on an imperfect chord right next to Hajime's ear.

The male was momentarily deafened by the sound, his hand flying to his ear which now stung from the abrupt chord.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" Hajime bellowed, his eyebrows scrunching up in anger.

Tina and Arielle fell onto their backs, clutching their stomachs as they laughed heartily.

Nagito turned his head around in confusion, wondering what all the chaos was about.