Death's Harvest | Komahina Fanfic

Chapter 26

Should I finish my 12k (and counting) one-shot or my 5k (still counting) one-shot?

The 12k one is a SDR2 AU (obviously with Komahina) and the 5k one is a Pirate AU.

WARNING: A TAD BIT OF SWEARING.

Yeah, I know I said that my stories are PG-13, but this is for plot and emotion so...
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Hajime had woken up a few hours later with his headache gone.

The room was swamped in eerie darkness and there was a faint ringing in his ear due to the silence it caused.

His mind was groggy as the brunet sat upright, his eyes adjusting to the darkness.

What time was it? Didn't Nagito say that he would be back by night? What time was it anyway?

The curtains were tainted a faint red from the glow outside the window. Hajime marched over to the curtains and threw them open, only to see the gruesome landscape of Hell.

There was no sun or moon, much to his dismay. Therefore, he couldn't predict the time.

Hajime groaned, pacing back and forth around the room.

Why did he even care about the well being of Nagito? When he was alive, he never cared for anyone else except himself, but ever since he met Nagito...

Hajime shook his head, pressing down those thoughts.

He didn't care, he told himself. He didn't care where the albino was or what he was doing.

But the image of the bags under the Grim Reaper's eyes prodded at the corner of Hajime's mind, begging him to differ.

It was best for him to stay in the room until Nagito came back. Well, IF he came back, that was.

Hajime counted in his head, ticking off the seconds that passed by.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five-

Screw this. He couldn't seem to erase the memory of the pale boy's weary figure and his ebbing strength. Worry stabbed his mind, and he had no choice but to go look for the white-haired boy.

"Goddammit, Komaeda," he mumbled to himself in exasperation, grabbing Nagito's green coat just in case it got chilly.

Stepping out of the room, he debated where Nagito could be.

Perhaps the throne room? Maybe he could try there. But... Her Majesty was there...

The image of Junko popped into his mind and he shuddered slightly.

Nope. Not going there again.

Who else was acquainted with Nagito then? Hajime realized that he didn't know anyone else in Hell except for the queen and the Grim Reaper.

The brunet walked off into the corridor aimlessly, his feet taking him to who-knows-where.

Suddenly, his body collided with another and a shark squeak erupted from the person he had bumped into.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" Hajime growled as he dusted off his shirt.

"Eeeep! I-I'm sorry!" A familiar voice apologized.

"Tsumiki?"

Hajime looked up to the nurse, who was picking up the scraps of paper she had dropped.