Death's Harvest | Komahina Fanfic

Chapter 24

A searing pain shot through his head as Hajime opened his eyes to a pit of darkness.

He groaned, clutching his forehead while turning over in his futon.

His futon?

How'd he get here? The last memory he had was stepping outside of the ballroom and taking another glass of champagne from a nearby waiter.

The room was silent, much to his surprise. There was no shuffling of feet or clothing that he normally would have woken up to.

"Komaeda?" He croaked, the headache minimizing his actions so he couldn't get up.

There was no response.

The brunet turned to the side of his futon and found a glass of water along with two painkillers sitting next to his bed.

He downed the pills gratefully, the headache now a dull throb.

He forced himself upward, and blood rushed to his head, causing him to nearly topple over.

He winced in pain, stumbling to his feet.

Where was Nagito anyway? It was rare for him to disappear like that in the mornings.

Hajime opened the door and peeked outside.

The halls were empty, too. What was going on?

Despite the pain in his head, he managed to dress and exit the door without collapsing.

An eerie silence had settled over the corridors of the East wing as an unsettling feeling formed in his stomach.

Out of the corner of his eye, Hajime noticed a servant running toward him.

"Where's everyone?" He asked while the servant came barreling at him.

It gasped for breath before hastily replying.

"Earthquake."

It sped off again, leaving Hajime dumbfounded.

There had been an earthquake? Was that why Nagito wasn't in the room this morning?

Speed walking, the mafia lord made his way to the one place he knew some people would be in. The throne room.

"What the..." he trailed off as his olive eyes landed on a long line that extended from the throne room to the doors of Hell.

He marched into the room, and a chorus of wails reached his ears.

"Next!" He heard a voice yell.

Her Majesty was sitting on her throne, her gaze troubled and her posture weary. Her tired blue eyes caught sight of Hajime. She snapped her fingers, and a black figure appeared at her side.

Hajime recognized the familiar coat and glasses. It was Nagito.

"Take your apprentice with you. We need all the help we can get." She narrowed her eyes, proceeding to lean in and whisper something into the albino's ear. Her lips moved quickly, forming words faster than Hajime could comprehend.