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~*~*~*Story Start*~*~*~

My hand was buried in my hair, staring down at the kitchen table's dark surface. I was shaking despite trying my damnedest not to. That little girl knew. I don't know how the fuck she knew, but she did. Her knowing what she did shouldn't have scared me this much, but here I was, frightened out of my mind. The information that she knew wasn't horrifying or dangerous, but the fact that she was able to know my thoughts about it and answer the question I had been asking myself for hours was too much. It was not possible in any way, shape or form, for her to know so much when we had never met. Even if we had met before she wouldn't have known. So how?

"Haru?"

I jumped hard, whipping my head up to find myself staring into warm brown eyes fearfully. It was only Totsuka and I knew that, but too much was going on. I had witnessed a murder, was shot, was brought to a bar that was apparently the base for the most dangerous Clan in Shizume City, and a little girl with some kind of fucking mind powers or whatever knew a lot more about me than I was comfortable with.

Totsuka frowned, clear concern shining in his eyes. "Are you all right?" he asked, stepping away from the counter.

"I'm fine, sorry, don't worry about it," I forced a smile in reassurance, but it felt more like a grimace. His frown deepened, and my face dropped once again. "I'm...everything is just stressing me out right now, and..." I sighed, rubbing my head as the headache grew in intensity. "And all of...that in there didn't really help," I mumbled.

The brunet took a seat across from me, asking, "Was it King?"

I wanted to laugh at that, the fear that I had felt for the Red King suddenly didn't seem to be as bad as my fear for Anna's ability was. A gave him a sardonic grin, looking off to the side. It was fucking laughable, a dangerous ticking time bomb like Suoh Mikoto was in the next room and I was scared of a seven or eight year old. God, today is so fucking confusing.

"No, surprisingly," I answered shortly.

"Haru, did Anna say something to you?" he suddenly asked, his face serious and a little concerned.

I froze, and stared at him with wide eyes.

"She did, didn't she?" he asked, his frown deepening.

I continued to look at him, leaning away out of habit. Fear from earlier spiking dangerously in my chest. How did he know that she had done anything? My muscled tensed, some beginning to grow sore from the strain. If he knew that Anna said something, did that mean he had the same ability as her? Could he see like she could? Did he see what she saw too?

"I can't see like Anna can," he reassured me gently, noticing my look.

I regarded him warily, still unsure, but I hesitantly nodded to answer his earlier question. Totsuka gave a nod of his own before standing up, heading back over to the counter. I watched him, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. I had expected him to ask what she had said, but he did no such thing. He crouched to cabinets beneath the sink, grabbing a bag of rice and emptying some of it into the rice cooker next to it.

"You must have already guessed that she uses her marbles to read someone's mind," he spoke up suddenly, standing to prepare the water. "But you don't have to worry, she won't say anything to anyone if you ask her not to. I guess she felt it was right to say whatever it was she said."

I looked down at the table again, frowning. "Did...did she say anything to you?" I found myself asking softly, glancing to see his reaction.

If the question startled him or not, I couldn't tell. He didn't say anything for a moment, just finishing up the cooker and closing the lid. Fear struck me in that moment, and I braced for a cold comment about minding my business. Totsuka didn't seem like the type of person to do such a thing, but I stiffened and waited anyway.

"She did," he said looking at me with a smile that held a meaning I couldn't identify.

I swallowed thickly, looking down at my feet. "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked you something like that," I said apologetically.

Totsuka chuckled, standing up. "It's all right, we've all got somethings we want to hide," he said.

I nodded again, and felt relieved that the topic was dropped. However, my relieve was more for his reaction to my poorly asked question. I couldn't have predicted how he would have asked to something so personal, especially something that he wanted to hide. He could have shouted, sent me a cold look, snapped at me, or could have been violent. Thankfully, he had taken it so well, something I never have seen happen before. Even then, I couldn't help but frown and clench my eyes as I berated myself silently. Why do I never learn?

"Haru," Tosuka called, and I flinched. "It's okay, don't worry."

"I really am sorry though," I said softly.

The smile that had been on his lips dropped into a familiar frown, the one that I saw this morning in 'my' room. This time he wasn't concentrating, or trying to figure something out. The look he had on was different because it looked like he was empathizing with me, just like Anna did. For a moment I was still scared that he could read mind's like Anna, but tried to desperately say that it probably wasn't possible for him.

Right?

Totsuka opened his mouth to say something, and I regarded him warily once again. However, before he could even begin, the timer from the rice cooker went off, stopping him. His mouth closed, and I could tell he was debating to continue or not. Thankfully though, he walked over the cabinet and grabbed a bowl. I let out a breath, not realizing how anxious I had been. Too many things about myself were already known to one person, and I really didn't want another one to be added.

He scooped a good sized portion of the rice into the bowl and I blinked in surprise. That was for me, wasn't it? "Oh...thank you, I didn't think you would really cook me more breakfast," I said, blushing out of embarrassment. Stupid Haru, why the hell else would he be making rice?

The brunet let out a chuckle, placing the bowl and a spoon in front of me. "Of course, you lost a lot of blood. You need to get some food in you,' he said, sending me a smile.

I sent him a real smile back this time, and grabbed the spoon before giving my thanks and began to eat. It was plain white rice, but right now it tasted amazing. For a few days I had eaten nothing but store bought snacks and other junk food, and it felt so good to be eating something different. Before I knew it, I was finished and immediately asked for another while momentarily forgetting my manners.

God, it felt so good to eat some real food.


I had eaten almost the entire cooker full of rice by the time I finally felt full. I tried to help by putting things away for Totsuka, but he had gently told it was fine and to leave it to him. Being fed and not cleaning up after myself felt weird (and rude), but I listened and left Totsuka to it. However, when I left the safety of the kitchen I was once again faced with the bar filled with the rest of the HOMRA members.

At least three pairs of eyes snapped to me, and I froze at the door. Yata, Bandō and Kusanagi had glanced at me, but Mikoto and Anna hadn't turned their heads to even acknowledge my presence. Another blush stained my cheeks, and I silently cursed at Totsuka in my head. Why couldn't he have just let me help so I didn't have to be by myself?

Fuck, I thought, eyes widening slightly. Forgot about them.

"Did you get anything to eat, Haru-chan?" Kusanagi asked, noticing my lost expression.

I nodded, my mouth unable to form words once again. Dammit, me, stop acting like a frightened child all the time...

The blonde gestured me to sit at the bar, and I tentatively moved as instructed, carefully keeping a good distance from the Red King. His aura still sent chills through my body, and I'd rather keep myself from somehow making him angry. There was an open seat next to him, but I immediately passed it without a second thought. The only other seat was beside the boy, Yata, and I found him to be much safer. I sat down next to him, keeping my face towards the shiny surface of the bar. However, I noticed him flinch away and tense out of my peripheral vision.

"Haru," Kusanagi called, and I turned my attention back to him. "I'm gonna have to ask you a few questions, and I want you to be honest with me, okay?"

I didn't like the sound of that at all, especially know that almost all the attention was even more focused on me. I desperately wanted to glare at him and to tell him to mind his own business, but I was definitely not going to push my luck with the man before me. He didn't seem like the person I could tell off without something happening to me.

I frowned, chewing on my bottom lip. "...What kind of questions?" I asked hesitantly.

"First I want the basics," he said, making me raise an eyebrow. "Full name, address and a guardian that I can call."

If Kusanagi wasn't serious and apart of HOMRA, I probably would have laughed and asked if he was stupid because I wouldn't tell a stranger anything like that. However, I knew that one way or another he was going to get me to tell. That didn't mean that I had to be happy about it, though.

"Miura Haru, I told you that yesterday," I said, an edge in my tone.

The blond's lips twitched slightly at the edges, but he kept himself from letting a full smirk show. "What about an address and number?" he asked once again.

This time I did send him a glare, not wanting to answer him. I know I would have to anyway, but annoyance still coursed through me. I kept my mouth firmly shut, my lips beginning to turn white.

"Kusanagi-san?" Bandō spoke up.

Said man glanced at him with a hum of acknowledgment.

"Are you sure you should let her go back home if the Yakuza are after her?" he asked, and if I could see him I probably would have seen raise an eyebrow above his dark glasses.

"I won't let her go home," he said, and I glared even harder. I didn't like being talked about as if I wasn't right there. "I still need to let her parents or guardians know that she isn't missing, I don't want any missing children reports going around. That's the last thing that the Yakuza needs to see if they're adamant about finding her."

I bit out a defensive, "I'm sorry, but do I have a say in this?"

Brown eyes flicked back over to stare into my own, and a small smile played on his lips. "I'm afraid you really don't in this kind of situation," he said, and from his tone he sounded sorry, and I felt myself waver slightly.

I closed my mouth again, and when a smirk of triumph came I glared at him heatedly. I knew that I wasn't going to be safe out in the streets on my own, but I liked being asked about what I thought before a huge decision was made for me. Besides, despite how nice they seemed to be (maybe minus Mikoto of course), I still wasn't sure if I should trust them or not.

"So, who can I call?" he asked once again.

"I told you before, there's no-one," I said a bit too quickly, my body tensing defensively.

Yata turned to me, eyes slightly wide. "Are you an orphan?" He had asked so straightforwardly that I would have called him rude if he didn't look so surprised, but I still was taken aback. The boy noticed, and a panic look took over his face. "S-sorry!" he said, eyes widening even more.

"No...no it's okay," I said after a moment, averting my eyes away. "But yeah, I am."

A sigh came from Kusanagi, making Yata and I turn back to him. This time the blonde didn't have as much patience in his eyes like before. A spike of fear went through my chest, and I tensed. I swallowed thickly, eying him just encase. He didn't seem to be someone who would hit a girl, but again I couldn't be too sure. Gangs, or Clans I guess, had unpredictable people from what I heard, and I didn't think this Clan was any exception.

"Haru-chan, I told you I wanted you to be honest with me," Kusanagi said, a frown now on his lips.

"I am," I hissed.

My tone didn't seem to faze him. "Trust me, I know when I'm being lied to, and you aren't a very good liar," he said, but despite how he had worded it, his tone wasn't harsh just matter-of-fact.

"Kusanagi-san..." Yata mumbled, frowning.

Both of us ignored him, and frustration began to build. I didn't like being forced into a corner, especially not by someone I barely knew. "How can you be so sure that I am lying? And why does it matter if I have a guardian or not?" I asked, eyebrows narrowing.

"This situation isn't one to be taken lightly, and I don't want anyone else to be hurt," he answered.

I scoffed, "I think I know that, I was shot."

"Haru-"

"It's not like he would care anyway, so just drop it!" I spat, cutting him off.

My eyes widened when my brain caught up and understood what I had just said. A thick silence fell, all six of us completely still. Now all eyes were on me, or at least that's what it felt like. Kusanagi's eyes had softened slightly by my outburst, his frown still ever present. I cursed at myself, and began to fidget under the attention. Without waiting for anyone to speak up, I was out of my seat and heading up the stairs before they could react or even try to stop me.

When I found the room I would, apparently, be occupying for who knows how long, I lied down with an unceremonious flop. I ignored the pain in my shoulder, that being the least of my worries. A groan escape my throat, and I clenched my eyes shut before throwing my good arm over them.

I'm such an idiot...


I opened my eyes blearily, fog covering my vision. I blinked, finding myself staring at the ceiling. Recognition soon came to me, and I let out a long sigh. I fell asleep. I rubbed my eyes, desperate to rid them of the heavy tiredness that didn't seem to have lessened from earlier. Even after my 'nap' I still felt extremely exhausted, and I smirked at myself bitterly. Today was turning out to be so fucking great.

A yawn escaped my lips as I sat myself up, pressing my back against the headboard of my bed. I sucked in a short breath, however, when I bumped my shoulder. I clenched my teeth, and threw a pained glare at my wound. I don't know how I keep forgetting about this damn thing. It throbs constantly, and I swear to god if my shoulder gets messed up because of me I was going to be pissed. I shifted, putting more weight on my left side and waited 'til the pain ebbed away into it's normal dull ache.

I should ask Totsuka-san if there's any medicine, I thought, leaning my head back with a groan.

A sudden thought came to mind, wondering how long I had been asleep. With some effort, I forced myself to look for a clock, but found none. However, I stopped my search when I caught sight a window to my right. It was open, letting a slightly warm breeze to enter the room. The streets below were filled with people, their voices merging into incomprehensible murmurs with the occasional car passing by. The sun was up and from what I could guess, it was sometime in the afternoon.

The plain white curtains softly fluttered in the wind, and I closed my eyes as the nice clean breeze hit me. It was that sweet, indescribable smell of spring that got people excited for the nice days ahead. Spring was beginning to turn into summer, although the weather definitely wasn't catching up fast enough for my taste. However, the breeze right now was comfortable thanks to my sweatshirt wrapped around my shoulders, it zipped to keep from slipping.

My small moment of relaxation, however, came to an abrupt halt when I remembered why I was back in my room to begin with. My eyes snapped open, and curses instantly filled my head and spilled from my lips in hushed whispers. I felt embarrassment fill me, remembering how defensive and snotty I had been, as well as admitting that I had lied. I knew I shouldn't have cared because it was my business, but I felt stupid and guilty for acting like a brat.

Old habits die hard, I guess, I thought to myself bitterly, a bitter smirk forming.

A pair of footsteps reached my ears, and I snapped my eyes to my opened door. The thumping of shoes climbing the stairs grew louder before they hit the second floor. I sat ridged, muscles tensing up as I hoped it wasn't Mikoto Suoh coming up to his room. However, a familiar blonde haired man entered my vision and I visibly relaxed. Well...not completely.

Kusanagi stopped by my door, eyes locking with mine. "Hey, you're finally up," he said, slightly surprised.

I opened my mouth, but quickly closed it again. I averted my gaze from his, biting my lip. I should have been annoyed from just seeing him, angry that he had pestered me about something I found so sensitive. However, all I found in me was guilt.

"I..." I mumbled, looking at him. "Kusanagi-san, I'm sorry."

Glasses covered eyes narrowed slightly. "Hm?"

"For...you know, for earlier," I said, grimacing slightly as I replayed the event I my head.

The blonde still looked confused for a moment, but realization soon dawned on him. "From what I remember, Haru-chan, you didn't do anything wrong," he said

"But I was rude..." I said.

Kusanagi had that familiar frown on his lips, staring at me for a moment. I chewed my lip, fidgeting at the silence that surrounded us. It looked like he understood something, and being looked at like that still made me uncomfortable. Why did it seem like everyone in this Clan could see right through me? Maybe I'm not that good at hiding stuff as I hoped...

"There's no need to apologize, it's fine." I focused on him immediately at his sudden words. "I should say I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pushed you. Believe me, I already got an earful from Totsuka about how mean I was," he said, chuckling slightly at the memory.

I found myself smiling at the mention of the brunet, saying softly, "Totsuka-san is a nice person."

"Sometimes he can be too nice," Kusanagi said, shaking his head.

My smile faltered slightly as I pulled my knees to my chest, my chin resting atop of them. "This world would be so much better if there were more people like him." I slid my eyes over to the blonde, noticing the slightly curious look but thankfully he didn't seem like he was going to ask. "I'm surprised that someone like Totsuka-san is in a Clan like HOMRA, if you don't mind me saying," I said.

A grin came to Kusanagi's lips at that, "He may be kind, but he's also an idiot."

Despite myself, I let out a laugh at that, my smile returning. Totsuka really was too kind of a person, I don't think he had a mean bone in his body. The smile that he kept giving me seemed so genuine. How he could be in a destructive Clan like HOMRA was really surprising to me. I could see the others being destructive and violent, but definitely not Totsuka. However, the feeling that I get from this place isn't that frightening (well, minus Mikoto's presence of course).

A sudden shot of pain wen through my shoulder, my laughter having jostled it slightly. A pained grimace came to my lips again, and I let out a small groan.

"Shoulder hurting?" Kusanagi asked sarcastically, but I knew it was mean spirited.

I nodded, shooting my shoulder another dirty look.

The blonde gestured me to get up, and I didn't hesitate this time. Careful to keep my shoulder from moving to much, I followed behind the older man. As we headed down the stairs, however, I could hear more voices in the bar than before. All of them were male, and I found myself stopping out of nervousness. Some of the men down there sounded a bit older than Bandō and Yata, and I was scared to see if they seemed more threatening than those two. Not all of the members could be as nice as the ones I have already me.

Hearing my footsteps halting, Kusanagi stopped and looked over his shoulder. "Haru-chan?"

"Is this Clan...dangerous?" I asked, although I felt stupid for doing so.

He made a noise of understanding, and faced me fully this time. "I'll be honest and say yes." I blanched slightly at that, but he continued, "However, that's only if people threaten our members and get on our bad side. Other than that, those brats are nothing but harmless little angels."

I shot him a look at his sarcastic ending. "You know, that doesn't really make me feel better," I spat at him in annoyance.

Kusanagi chuckled, but grew serious. "I promise, none of them are going to hurt you. We may be a Clan under the Red King, but we don't hurt innocent civilians. We never have, and we aren't going to start with you." I still looked at him reluctantly, and he gave me a soft smile. "Well, you'll just have to wait and see what I mean, I guess," he said, before jerking his chin down the stairs to signal to follow him again.

I chewed on my lip in contemplation of his words, but his expression didn't waver and his eyes kept themselves locked with mine. I glanced behind him, listening to the voices that were talking amongst themselves, some laughing or growling in annoyance at something someone said. With a small sigh and a nod of my head, I began to head down towards him. However, he didn't move and I stopped next to him to look at him in confusion.

"I was being serious about them being brats, you know," he said, before he finally walked down the steps and into the bar.

I felt myself smiling.


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