Death's Harvest | Komahina Fanfic

Chapter 18

So, I was editing Antagonist the other day, and after a brief conversation with my friend, I realized that I may or may not have killed Hajime due to alcohol poisoning. And I forgot to give him a hangover ._.

Ah, well. I have too many plot holes in that story. Whatever.
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Hajime clenched his fists tighter, avoiding Nagito's lingering gaze as he followed the girl below. His palms were slick with sweat, and the back of his throat felt abnormally dry, forming a lump.

He ran his tongue over his dry lips, attempting to calm the ball of anxiety growing within him.

His olive eyes trailed the girl, who was now leaping over discarded material on the sidewalk, the pack of ruffians still trailing after her like a pack of hounds.

Nagito had silently walked over next to Hajime, his pale hand on his scythe, gripping it tightly while he watched the scene unfold before him.

The young fleeing girl rounded into a corner, out of Hajime's sight. With a brief glance at Nagito, the two were airborne.

The hood over the girl fell away, revealing a long braid that flew wildly in the wind as her pace quickened.

She skidded to a halt as a child emerged from the shadows, her porcelain face covered in soot and dust.

"Can you help me find my mommy?" She asked, tugging on the older girl's cloak.

Footsteps increased in a crescendo, and Hajime could sense panic and fear radiating off of the girl's body.

"It's not safe for you here. Do you know where you last saw your mother?" The older female asked in a tender voice, taking the small child by the wrist.

"I don't know. Mommy said she'd be back..."

With a sharp tug on the girl's arm, the two disappeared into a building.

"We can't do anything to stop it if that's what you're wondering," Nagito said solemnly.

For every second he watched, Hajime's stomach flipped the slightest, waves of nausea overwhelming him.

The ruffians kicked open the door to the building, and crouching in the darkest corner of the room were the two females.

"Hurry!" The older one hissed at the terrified little girl. "Your mother should be two buildings down."

She sent the child down a ladder, whipping a gun out right after she'd done that.

"You ready to die?" One of the cocky men laughed in her face.

"You're the one to say, mafia cunt." She cocked her gun and was about to shoot when a dark blob ascended from the window.

"Miss? I don't know where to go."

Several guns clicked behind her, and without thinking twice, the female shielded the child with her body as the bullets made impact.

A scream erupted from the little girl, and from the sky, Hajime jerked in Nagito's grip, attempting to tell the albino to put him down.

Sour bile rose in his throat. Hajime's stomach couldn't handle it anymore.

Once he was on the roof, he retched, the contents of his breakfast spilling out.

Nagito stood silently at his side.

"I told them not to..." Hajime gasped, burrowing his head between his legs. "I specifically told them not to kill children younger than fifteen."

Hajime had never been able to kill anyone around his age, even if they did piss him off. He just couldn't bring himself to do it. Not since that event...