To the guy that said it has been 3 months. 'Now', it has been 3 months. Long story short as to why I've been gone: Got a new laptop, it's so fast, I can play game without crashing, I played for like a month and a half straight.

And with that out of the way, enjoy.


Chapter 7: Sometimes, The Rain is Comforting.

Heavy. Everything was so heavy.

My eyelids, my arms, my fingers; they all felt like they weigh a ton. Not to mention, they hurt as well.

I didn't want to move. I just wanted to stay here, immobile and inactive forever, if possible. Maybe, I was in limbo. That was one possible reason for my inability to get up.

Hah, couldn't be. I was just lazy.

At this stage, I couldn't even open my eyes. I was conscious of the mumbling going on around me but wasn't conscious enough to understand it, but I was so lazy; I didn't even try to open my eyes.

…Well, that would be a lie. I did try but to no avail.

It was kind of a paradox. On one hand, I wanted to get up and know where I was and why I was where I was. On the other hand, I didn't. My body ached all over and it felt as if my body would snap if I was to make any movement.

Maybe I would wake up and find myself turned into a giant insect.

Maybe I would wake up to find myself in a parallel dimension created by a bookworm alien.

With my curiosity getting the best of me, I reluctantly opened my eyes to the sight of bright white light. It was so bright that I immediately shut my eyes. With careful timing, I managed to adjust my eyes to the brightness and soon enough, I was able to see where I was.

White, white, oh and more white. My best description of this place was a white box.

But to be honest, I wasn't shocked. Rather, I was too tired to be shocked. My eyes were still bleary so I reached out to rub the sleep out of my eyes. But when my hand made contact with my eyes, I recoiled in pain.

How unpleasant.

Instead, I settled on laying my arms to the side and staring at the white ceiling above. I heard a sudden gasp and following that, rapid footsteps. Soon after, a shadow loomed over me and I felt my body being lifted up into a sitting position.

That same shadow soon turned into a face though it was distorted since my vision was still blurry.

"Hikigaya-san, was it? Are you feeling alright?"

Pleasantries.

I focused my vision and soon enough, a kind, middle-aged face appeared in front of me. The man wore glasses and his partially gray hair showed signs of either aging or stress…or both. However, his business smile didn't falter; even I could see that with my vision.

With a nod, I muttered a simple 'Yes'. In response, the doctor-I presumed him to be one-gave a smile.

"I see. We'll be doing some check-ups on you later but right now, you seem fine," He then turned towards the door and said, "You can let them in now."

The sound of door sliding filled the room and I heard even more footsteps, presumably of the doctor getting out. Out of the corners of my eyes, I could see a tuft of brown hair bouncing its way towards me. It was only after that tuft of hair called out to me that I became aware that it was an actual person.

Of course, it had to be…her.

"Hikki…"

Thankfully, she didn't try to show her concerns by physically touching me. Even though, my body didn't hurt at the moment, that didn't mean that it couldn't be hurt by external forces.

The girl in front of me came in with a cheerful disposition but she immediately began being gloomy. Not to say that I can't understand her reasons for doing all this. I mean, even an idiot could figure out a reason after what she did.

She opened her mouth, presumably to apologize which was a logical action but she immediately closed it. Her eyes were full of hesitation and regrets but I couldn't blame her. It was natural and I fully expected it.

Now…why was she here?

I immediately assumed that she was the one who brought me here (A noble gesture on her part) as the last thing I heard before passing out that night was her annoying voice.

That night…

Argh…my brain was still numb from waking up so having something that reminded me of that night's incident wasn't very good…I seriously didn't want to think about anything at the moment. I glanced back at her. Our eyes met and she averted her gaze.

Swallowing an imaginary lump in my throat, I asked.

"Y…Yuigahama…" Her head shot up and her eyes met with mine once more, "Th...How did you find me?"

"H-Haruno-san told me…" She replied hesitantly.

"Is that so…"

Haruno, huh? What kind of game was she playing? I thought for sure that she was working with that guy but why did she help me? Maybe, to her, this was some sort of game. A sick, twisted game, suited for a person like her.

"Well," I turned to Yuigahama, "What are you doing here then?"

"I wanted to…" Taking a deep breath, she continued, "…a-apologize…"

"Really now?" Looking at her blankly, I continued, "If that's why you're here, then don't even bother wasting your breath."

"E-Eh?"

"Saying sorry…won't bring Yukinoshita back."

"But-!"

"Like I said," I interrupted her, "Don't bother wasting your breath."

Yuigahama was biting her lips and was visibly shaking. She kept her eyes on the ground and her fist clenched. It was like a child who was on the borderline of crying. It almost made me feel guilty for saying what I said.

Almost.

A knock stopped our awkward confrontation. Yuigahama immediately left my side to go to the door to answer whoever was on the other side. I didn't bother finding out who it was. Instead, I made myself comfortable on my bed and looked out the window.

Ah, the breeze must feel so nice today. Those green leaves shaking about. The shining sun. All those nice things and I wasn't out there to experience it.

I sighed.

"Hikki." Yuigahama called out to me.

I didn't face her though; choosing instead to observe a pair of birds dancing about on a branch of a tree.

"What is it now?"

"Can I…bring another guest in? I mean- if you don't allow it then it's fine and all…"

The weather was nice today. I knew that I shouldn't bother myself with Yuigahama's request but I was stupid. I didn't want to think. So I allowed it.

"Sure."

Yuigahama didn't say another word as the door slid open once more and footsteps started to fill the room. This presence…it was…troublesome.

Said person must've taken a chair and situated it near my bed as that same presence felt ever closer. I turned hesitantly to face the new guest.

What greeted me was a smiling face.

I grimaced immediately.

"Hello, Hikigaya-kun. How are you feeling?"

"Fine. Just…fine."

"I see, I see."

Yuigahama being here? Sure, I could understand that. But her being here? Am I getting roped into one of her schemes again? I looked at her with caution as she presented to me her ever perfect smile.

Her smile didn't falter as we stared down each other. So being presumptuous, I asked her to confirm something.

"You…" Her head perked up at the mention, "You were the one who took me here, huh?"

It didn't sound like a question at all. It sounded like a statement, rather.

"Bingo." She replied, her tone betraying the playful nature of her words.

"And why?"

Now, it was Haruno's turn to sigh.

"Because I was stupid enough to trust you," She looked at me straight in the eyes, her face showing no emotions, "Because I thought you weren't stupid enough to act out on your emotions."

Her voice was cold, her words were condescending, and her face was devoid of any emotions. It was as if she was disappointed in me. Heh, stupid, right?

Why would she be disappointed in me? Preposterous.

I didn't react to any of her words. I was simply too tired. Both physically and emotionally. Staying in bed and watching the clouds pass by was all I wanted to do at the moment. But I knew that wouldn't be the case. Not with Haruno around anyway.

"Umm, Haruno-san…" Yuigahama called out softly to Haruno.

Instead of addressing her, Haruno cut her off quite swiftly.

"Yuigahama-san. Could I get a moment with Hikigaya-kun?"

Despite her request seeming reasonable, I could feel the commanding tone of her voice, essentially giving Yuigahama little to no choice in regards to the matter at hand.

With conflict strewn across her face, Yuigahama solemnly nodded and silently left the two of us to our own accords.

Now then…

"Hikigaya-kun, I have a…proposition for you." Haruno stated matter-of-factly.

"I don't want to hear it."

"Not going to even let me explain myself?"

I stayed silent. Wanting to associate myself with her was the last thing I want to do. There's no telling to what sorts of troubles await me if I agreed with her.

Well, that last incident was my fault, admittedly.

But still, I couldn't trust her, which was ironic considering I did so last time we met in that café. Once bitten, twice shy, I suppose. That and the fact that there was something…bothering me about her involvement in all this.

Eventually, I did say something.

"If you want me to repay you for the hospital bills, I'll do it," I faced Haruno head on, "Just…don't involve me with you anymore."

"Not even if my proposition involves Yukino-chan?"

I knew I shouldn't play in her hand and I did try my best to hold in my interest the moment she mentioned Yukinoshita but my best just wasn't enough to hide my curiosity from Haruno. She must've taken notice of the little jitters in my body language when Yukinoshita's name popped up.

Damn woman.

"Well?" She asked inquisitively.

I gripped my bed sheet. Tch, she got me cornered.

But Yukinoshita's problem isn't my problem. If she does need help, then shouldn't help come from her own family? Instead, an outsider got dragged into this whole fiasco.

Even so…

Haruno didn't say a word as she made herself comfortable and started explaining her 'proposition'.

"So, our last plan didn't go so well-,"

"You don't say…" I replied sarcastically. Heh, I couldn't help it. It's basically an instinct now.

Instead of countering my remark, Haruno simply kept quiet as she presumably waited for me to actually pay attention to what she was saying. Her plan worked as I soon erased any trace of sarcasm and witty remarks left in my mind.

"But this time, instead of relying on you, I'll be directly involved."

"How?"

"I have…certain sources on Nishinomiya that we can use."

I narrowed my eyes. "We're going to blackmail him?"

"What's the definition of blackmail, Hikigaya-kun?"

"Uhh, threatening someone using sensitive information…"

"Exactly," Her eyes held glint of…excitement? Nah, mere words couldn't describe what her eyes were conveying, "But we're not going to threaten him."

"So…what?"

"Jeez, at least try to guess," Traces of her playfulness returned, "I was thinking more along the lines of…"

She stared at me like a predator, smiling as she did so. I gulped.

"Humiliating him."

"Huh?" I exclaimed rather loudly, "You're the one that told me that the Nishi-whatever guy has a lot of connections around here and you're trying to threaten-,"

"Humiliate." Haruno swiftly corrected me.

"Same thing," Rubbing my temple, I continued, "But seriously, trying to threaten a guy who literally has influence over this entire area. Isn't that too stupid?"

It sounded harsh but I had no other words to describe what she thought would be the best course of action to take after that disastrous last plan of hers. Then again, I was at fault at that time.

"Considering what you did last time, this plan is actually sane."

"It's sane compared to the previous plan but overall, it's plain crazy."

In response, Haruno averted her gaze.

"Are you still that bummed out about Yukino-chan being taken by a guy who was helped by your so-called friend?"

I didn't reply but then, something hit me. 'Helped by a friend'? Going what I'd experienced, that 'friend' is Yuigahama. However, that wasn't what surprised me. I breathed slowly for a while before deciding to confirm my doubts by asking Haruno.

"Haruno…" The woman in question turned her head to me, "By this…'friend', you meant Yuigahama, right?"

"Obviously. Who else could I refer to?" She answered with a confused look.

Of course, it was. There's no other person that could be called a friend. But what irked me wasn't the fact that the friend Haruno referred to Yuigahama, it was because Haruno knew it was Yuigahama.

My hands began shaking again and I desperately gripped the bedsheet just to stop them from doing so. I looked at Haruno. She had a perplexed look on her face, obviously puzzled by what I was doing.

So I raised this question to her.

"Haruno…"

There was silence. The only sound that continued in the room was that of the air-conditioner. I tried to compose myself before asking her but eh, I tried at least.

"Were you the one that send Yuigahama?"

Then, it was as if time itself froze. And no, I didn't mean that in some romanticized fashion; I said that because neither of us moved. We just stared into each other eyes just like earlier.

Except this time, our roles are reversed.

Haruno's eyes widened before she realized that I was staring at her blankly. She immediately composed herself; an extraordinary feat, if I was honest. It was like she was calm the entire time.

I hate it.

Initially, I expected her to deny it but that wasn't how Haruno operates so my next guess was that she would straight up confess. However, I didn't expect her real response.

"And what made you think that?" Haruno leaned back into her chair, arms crossed.

I narrowed my eyes at her. Very smart move on her part. She wasn't denying it but she also wasn't straight up confessing it either.

How despicable.

"Well, how would you know Yuigahama backstabbed Yukinoshita?"

No response.

"And how did Yuigahama even get into contact with Nishinomiya anyway?"

Silence.

But she didn't avoid my stare; in fact, she didn't even move. At long last, she finally said the words I've been waiting to hear.

"I did. And what of it?"

"Hah? 'What of it?' Is that an attempt at being cool?" I snickered, "You literally help Nishinomiya out and now you're helping me? I'm not that stupid, you know."

"I didn't do it intentionally."

"Of course, sending Yuigahama to purposefully aid Nishinomiya was unintentional. Hell, was sending me to him unintentional as well?"

"That one was your fault." Haruno responded, annoyance apparent in her voice. But she had no rights to be annoyed. If anyone should be annoyed, it should be me.

"If you knew I had no plans, then why didn't you stop me?!"

Was I shouting? I think I did. But that was the natural reaction of a pissed off person and I was certainly pissed off with her.

"Because I trusted you!"

She held her head in one of her hands, obviously vexed by all this though she had nobody to blame but herself.

"I'm not going to ask you one more time but…" Haruno looked at me in a face that was, quite frankly, unsuited for her, "Are you going to help or not?"

"No."

"What about Yukino-chan? She's waiting for you."

"She's not waiting for me and why the hell are you suddenly Miss Loving-Older-Sister all of the sudden?!"

"She is waiting for you."

"And why is that?"

Ah, I could feel my knuckles turning white from gripping the bedsheet so hard. I swear, I would tear the fabrics if I kept my actions up any longer.

"It's obvious that you both have emotions for one another."

Emotions? Preposterous.

The claims she made are just assumptions, notions and false conclusions. Nothing more, nothing less. Just baseless presumptions from an ignorant person who doesn't know how to stop pestering people to help her with her harebrained schemes.

I kept quiet for a while before talking again.

"You said I was stupid enough to act on my emotions earlier," I paused to see her reactions. She knew all too well where I was going with this, "Then I'm going to take your advice and not act on my emotions this time."

Haruno stood up, her fists clenched but her face showed no signs of anger or frustration. It merely showed disappointment and grief.

"You're the worst, you know that?"

"And fire's hot. What's new?"

That was quite obviously the last straw as Haruno didn't reply and instead, decided to get out of the room. However, as she laid her hand on the door, she paused for a bit and turned around to look at me.

"…If you changed your mind, well; you know my number, don't you?"

I didn't reply and opted to stare out the window instead.

And with that, the mysterious enigma that is Yukinoshita Haruno left without much of a trouble; barring the conversation we just had. I finally had a moment to myself. A moment that I can use to analyze the current situation.

Not that there was much to analyze anyway.

The doctor and a nurse came in soon after to do some check-ups. I wasn't really paying attention to what they were doing as I just followed their requests with little to no thought.

Yuigahama never came back in and I silently thanked her for that. She was the last person I wanted to see. However, over the course of the next few days, she did came in but unfortunately for her, I pretended to be asleep and facing the window every time she did came in.

I could hear her disappointed sigh every time she came in to check on me, only to find me 'asleep'. Luckily, she never came closer to me, otherwise, she would've seen through my façade easily.

In a matter of 4 days, I was discharged from the hospital. I managed to get out just in time before one of Yuigahama's periodical visit. However, I could've sworn I saw her passing by me though she probably didn't recognize me as I made myself as inconspicuous as possible.

I left the hospital with no troubles.

When I did arrive at my house, I came across the sight of cleaned floor, windows and room. This wasn't how I left it. I mean, I did clean a little but not to this extent. There was even cat food in Pasu's bowl.

Racking my brain, I could only come to the conclusion that a certain, pesky neighbor did this. Tch, did she expect to alleviate my distaste for her with this?

Whatever, less work for me.

I hadn't checked my phone during my stay in the hospital so it didn't come as a shock when I opened it to find countless messages from the manager and Tanaka. As I scrolled through the various messages, one message caught my eyes as the sender was different from the other messages.

The unknown number.

Narrowing my eyes, I immediately deleted the message from that conniving vixen. Afterwards, I tossed my phone onto my bed before crashing down on it myself. I could go to work today, it wasn't like it was late or anything. It was still morning after all.

Then again, I was just discharged from the hospital so the after-effect of being stuck in a sterile condition for days didn't quite dissipate yet.

Ah, the familiar sensation of being alone. I'll never hate this feeling.

But nothing could ever last forever. Everything will eventually be gone. It's only a matter of time, and the serenity of my solitude wasn't excluded.

Knock, knock, knock…

I tried to drone out the sounds but to no avail. One might think of it as a small, insignificant, annoying fly buzzing around your ears, bothering you until you did something to shut it up. Unfortunately, I can't just squash a door just like I would to a fly.

This day was already tiresome…

Reluctantly, I went over to the door, only for the knocking to stop. I contemplated not dealing with whatever was on the other side of that door but all thoughts of that vanished as the incessant knocking returned once more.

The door handle felt cold against my skin as I slowly pulled it aside. In doing so, I let some of the cold wind in and I immediately thought of closing it. That was…until I saw the face in front of me.

"H-Hi, Hikki…"

Yuigahama lifted one of her hands up weakly as she greeted me. Of course, she would come here. That's the logical thing to do if your 'friend' is missing from the hospital.

Seeing as she won't leave any time soon, I gestured her to get inside; a move that surprised her for a moment. I just didn't want to argue with her at that spot nor did I want any cold air to get in.

"Thanks…" Yuigahama stated as she hesitantly entered my humble home.

I chose to stay silent and watched her as she took off her coat and shoes and went towards the living room. Closing the door, I followed suite.

As Yuigahama and the kotatsu came into view, a small creature began to act erratically as it hissed at Yuigahama. Glad there was someone who could project my mood.

I sat across Yuigahama, who looked a bit scared of Pasu. The moment I made contact with the soft cushion under the kotatsu, Yuigahama switched her attention to me.

"So, why are you here?" I asked, staring straight into her eyes.

"Well, I…I mean, my mom told me to buy some sweets for you since you were hurt and tired…"

She brought out a couple of boxes, some of which looked expensive as hell. What was she thinking?

"I was going to give you at the hospital but you were always sleeping, haha…"

That laugh, that smile…I knew it was forced(Obviously) but how could she look so carefree while doing so? How could she brush aside what happened and hide it behind that goddamn smile?

I was beginning to get pissed off at her act.

"…What are you really here for?"

"Eh? But I just told-,"

I sharpened my glare and she shut up almost immediately. Her body also tensed up as well.

"I want to apologize."

"I told you before that you didn't need to, didn't I?"

"Yes," She replied firmly, "But still, I need to do this much at least."

Great, she knew where I was going with my earlier statement yet she still hung around. I rubbed her temple with two fingers. This was going to get troublesome, one way or another.

"I want to help Yukinon."

"Help Yukinoshita?" I snickered a little, "Are you serious?"

Yuigahama looked at me in confusion. Seeing this, I was a bit peeved. Yeah, just a bit.

"Sure, let's help Yukinoshita!" Raising my hands in dramatic fashion, I continued dramatically, "I mean, hey, it's not like you just stabbed her or me in the back or anything, right?"

The woman in front of me averted her gaze. Natural response, I could understand that. What I couldn't understand was the mere fact that she had the gall to bring Yukinoshita up. Pompous, pretentious vixen.

"And to add to that, why should I help her? It's not my problem in the first place."

"Then why did you give her a place to live then?"

Huh? Her tone was disgusting. I mean, how could she be annoyed at cold, hard facts?

"I only did that because I'm an old friend."

"Then as an old friend, wouldn't you want to see her being happy?"

Before I could get my two cents in, Yuigahama kept on talking.

"Yukinon…. isn't happy…" She kept her gaze low, as if chastising herself, "I know that now…that's why-,"

Taking a deep breath, she said, "That's why I want to save Yukinon."

"And how, pray tell, are you going to accomplish that?"

"Haruno-san will-,"

"Haruno, huh?" Seeing as she mentioned Haruno and all, there was something that I needed her to confirm, "Tell me this, Yuigahama, how did you get into contact with Nishinomiya?"

With a pained look in her eyes, she responded, "He just called me one day and made me an offer and, y'know…"

"I see."

So Haruno didn't directly send Yuigahama. That meant Nishinomiya simply got Yuigahama's contacts from Haruno herself. Basically, Yuigahama was just a pawn in their game. Still, that didn't make her any less responsible for what she did.

My head began to hurt again. All these confusing webs of information forming in my head were more than enough to give me a headache. And so, I tried to do the only thing that I could to get rid of this annoying pain.

Tried anyway, before a certain individual began talking again.

"Hikki…" I looked at her, "I know I'm a bit selfish but will you trust me again?"

"Huh?"

I raised an eyebrow and Yuigahama immediately made an attempt to correct her words.

"You don't even have to trust me! I just…I just want to save Yukinon…"

Save Yukinoshita? Even though she was the one that basically gave Yukinoshita away to that guy. Was I supposed to trust her story of her doing this for our best interest in mind? Yes, it was selfish of her to do that.

And, it is selfish and disgusting of her to expect me-me of all people- to trust her again.

Utterly disgusting.

But I needed some time for myself, so I had to get her out of here…even if I had to somehow pander to her suggestions.

"…I'll think about it." I said with finality though a bit too quietly.

"Eh?"

Staring at her, I slowly enunciated each word as if talking to a toddler.

"I said. I'll think about it," Yuigahama looked down, depressed. But I continued nonetheless, "Now, if you don't mind, can you just get out of here?"

I expected resistance but surprisingly, she obliged without any troubles whatsoever. In a matter of seconds, Yuigahama was gone from my sight and from my home. Ah, peace and quiet once more.

Even so, I couldn't shake off this feeling forming inside my chest. It was oddly constricting. Should I have accepted Haruno's helping hand? Should I have accepted Yuigahama's helping hand? Maybe I didn't because I didn't want to feel naïve or stupid again.

Most importantly, I didn't want the eventual backstab that might come from both of them.

Why did everything have to be so complicated? Why did I have to get myself in this mess? I've known this the moment Yukinoshita 'explained' her situation but still, I went in and plunge myself right into a fiery pit anyway.

Idiot, Nincompoop, Hachiman.

Thinking back to Yuigahama's rather uncharacteristic outburst, I finally realized something. Something that my dad and mom said to me and Komachi quite a while ago. A stupid, illogical emotion that changes even the most cold-hearted person. A viral disease that will infect every fiber of your body.

And I was no exception.

I covered my face with my hand and gave it a hard squeeze.

Can I please just not exist now?

I went back to my bedroom and fell down on the bed in a unceremoniously. Unfortunately, my head didn't quite hit the pillow so I got an even worse headache. I grimaced a bit but ultimately didn't react. It still hurt though.

To the side of my head was my phone and I reached out to grab it for no reason. I went to my contacts for no reason. I searched for a certain number who I didn't name. I called it and it was then that I thought to myself somberly.

Only an idiot will go through all that again.

Then again, I am an idiot.


A nice atmosphere, a great ambience and above friendly cashiers. Definitely a café that someone like Haruno would be in.

The hot steaming coffee in my hands warmed me up considerably despite the cold weather outside. In fact, I began seeing snow outside. It was a good thing that I got here early. Wouldn't feel too good to drag my feet through the snow.

As I sipped my, admittedly delicious, coffee, I spotted a certain individual getting into the café. That certain individual was, of course, Haruno.

Her face showed no playfulness, instead, it was replaced with a serious visage; something that would be unfit for Haruno. Then again, considering the current situation, anything less than serious would be ill-mannered.

Haruno quickly spotted me but she made her way to order her coffee first before taking it towards my table. She gingerly sat down and sipped on her coffee daintily before staring right into my soul. And I do mean that quite literally. Well, not really but her eyes were like the void right now…except instead of luring me with the call of the void, it was actually scaring me to some degree.

I gulped. She blinked.

"Have you been well?" Haruno asked unemotionally.

I merely nodded my head and stated a simple 'Hn' as a response.

"I see," Pulling out her phone, she tapped and slide her finger on it a few times, "Well, let's get right to business, shall we?"

"Wait…" I said with trepidation, "Who are you calling?"

Noticing my peculiar look, she responded in an attempt to assure me, "Relax, I'm just calling my source."

"You mean you don't know anything about Nishinomiya?"

"I do know," She said nonchalantly, "I just thought that you wouldn't believe me if you heard if from my mouth."

Fair point though, by already being here, I was already placing my trust in her. But nonetheless, a fair point.

In front of me, Haruno sat with a stoic face, her fingers tapping at her phone's screen. It was only after a few seconds that I could see her face scrunching up just slightly.

Her tapping continued with an even faster pace before culminating in her sighing. Haruno tapped and slid her finger across the screen a few more times before bringing her phone to her ear.

I couldn't exactly hear what the person on the other end was saying but Haruno….well, she was a little peeved. And by little, I meant very peeved. To say that her face was radiating annoyance was an understatement.

It was as if her calm, stoic demeanor from before had completely vanished and in its place, was pure, unbridled anger.

She was almost this close to shouting. Now, while she didn't raise her voice in an obvious way, I could almost sense the urgency in her tone. Finally, and to my relief, she handed the phone to me, thus stopping her premature outburst.

I looked at Haruno with a confused face but she wasn't facing me. Instead, she was staring to the side as if trying to calm herself down and avoid whoever was on the other end.

I didn't like the prospect but whatever…

With care, I put the phone up to my ear cautiously. The background noise (Most likely fans blowing) coupled with an incorrigible conversation almost made my ears bleed.

Uttering a small 'Hello' in vain, I hoped to at least get the attention of the other person.

And it worked to some extent as I could hear their mumbling words die out little by little.

"Uh…is anyone there?"

Of course, there is, you idiot!

Finally, a voice was heard.

"Is this…Hikigaya Hachiman?"

My body tensed up. Another trap laid out by Haruno? Damn it.

"…Who's asking?" I responded reluctantly.

A giggle was heard and a playful voice chimed, "Your adorable, lovable kouhai, of course."

"Isshiki?"

"Bingo!" Isshiki exclaimed cheerfully and I had to pull the phone away for a while, "So how are you doing, senpai?"

"Isshiki, we're no longer stude-,"

"Wait." I immediately shut up. After a while, Isshiki continued, "If you're there…then you're with Haruno?!"

"Yeah? Why?"

"That means…you're working with her?"

"Quite possibly. Again, why?"

With a tone befitting that of a cynic, Isshiki mumbled, "Ah, I guess you've fallen into her grasp. Sorry, senpai, but this is where I cut off my ties with you. Not a personal thing though but I hope you under-,"

"Woah, hold up," Now was not the time for you mindless chatter, Isshiki, "What are you even talking about?"

"Ugh…"She groaned uncharacteristically, "Are you really that dense, senpai?"

Well…sorta….

"First off, we're no longer students and secondly, it sounds like you're not too fond of Haruno."

"Senpai," Isshiki said nonchalantly, completely disregarding my previous statement, "I respect Haruno-san but I don't admire her that much, y'know."

"That doesn't explain why you sounded like you died on the inside when I mentioned her."

"She's annoying, 'kay?"

Pff, how ironic.

As I was thinking at how witty I was being, I finally realized something. Not an epiphany but something similar. After all, since this was Isshiki, why did Haruno even contact Isshiki in the first place?

Unless…

"Why are you on the phone anyway?"

"Huh?! Haruno-san's the one bugging me, not the other way around!"

"She's bugging you for what?"

"What else? Dirt, of course."

"Dirt?"

"Information that can be used against someone."

"You're a private eye now?!"

"Assistant, but yeah."

The way she said it made it sound so unimportant. Sure, my view on what a private eye really is might be skewed since I usually binge-watch those detective movies a lot but being an assistant of one is surely an honor, right?

I wouldn't know, after all, I'm not a private eye.

"On who, exactly?" I tried to confirm.

"Nishinomiya, who else?"

I looked over to Haruno. She was already staring at me before I even looked at her so it was a bit creepy to see her observing eyes peering right into my soul.

Oh, that and the fact that she was motioning for the phone. I complied and handed her the device. Did she lose her patience?

"Well, are you going to come here or not?" Haruno said with finality. However, Isshiki must've said something really personal towards Haruno, at least I think it's personal, as Haruno's expression turned into a cross one. '

I snatched the phone from her hand almost as immediately. Isshiki can be quite fickle to deal with so I understand how Haruno was losing her cool. Haruno looked at me in surprise as I took the phone away from her but ultimately sighed in defeat.

Putting the phone to my ear, I muttered, "Hello? You still there?"

"Ah, Hachiman, my comrade! How pleasant it is to hear your voice again!" A boisterous voice rang out into my ears. I silently prayed that it wasn't who I thought it was.

Though it was obviously who I thought it was…as much as that thought pained me.

"…"

"What's wrong, my comrade? Did you forget my voice, the voice of the Great Zaimoku-,"

"Sorry, wrong number."

I said with indifference. If Zaimokuza was there, that meant he was working with Isshiki which, by all means, should be impossible. I've barely seen those two interact.

A shrill voice suddenly called out to me.

"HACHIMAN! DON'T END THIIIIIS!"

"I was joking."

"Oh."

"Since you got that, hand the phone to Isshiki."

"B-But," I could feel the quivering of his lips through the phone. I hate to admit it, but that was proof of how much time we spent together. And I wasn't proud of it.

Sniffing in an obviously disgusting way, Zaimokuza said, "Aren't you happy to know that I'm alive and well?"

"Very. Now, hand Isshiki the phone." I said with a tiny hint of sarcasm. Just a tiny bit.

"Very well!" Zaimokuza exclaimed with much gusto, the brief silence indicating the phone being handed to its rightful owner.

After a while, the high-pitched voice of Isshiki finally rang through the phone.

"Look, Haruno-san, I-,"

"It's me."

"Ah…"

A pause.

"You know," I began, "You could make this easier by coming over to where I am."

"No way."

"Why not?"

"Haruno-san's there. And I don't wanna help her."

"Then help me."

Checkmate. At least, I would like to think I cornered her. I mean, there really wasn't anything for Isshiki to gain by helping me except for making me owe her one, but even that isn't that great of a potential reward.

"Fiiiiiiiiiiine."

"Thanks, Isshiki."

"Was that an attempt to hit on me? Sorry, senpai. I don't think I am ready to-," Isshiki started her rambling again before I interrupted her. It's almost like a running gag now.

"In the café in front of the mall, got that?"

"Yes, yes. We'll get there as soon as possible. 30 minutes tops!"

And with that, our first obstacle was bypassed. I honestly didn't know what to expect of Haruno's sources but if it's the two of them, I guess I can place my trust in them.

Now…on to Haruno herself…

"They said they're going to arrive in 30 minutes or so."

"I see."Haruno replied, supporting her chin with one arm while looking off to the side.

My eyes twitched ever so slightly at her behavior. So before Isshiki could get here and blow this thing out of proportion, I decided to deal with Haruno's peculiar behavior.

"Okay, what's the deal?" I asked; a bit too bluntly but what the hell, it's Haruno after all.

"What do you mean?"Haruno replied, not even moving an inch.

"You know exactly what I mean," She gave me an uninterested look in response but I continued, "Like, what the hell is up with you? Why do you suddenly want to help Yukinoshita, anyway?"

"And? The same can be said to you too. You were the one that practically begged me to help you. Isn't that the complete opposite from your sentiment a few days ago?"

"If I told you I'm doing this because she's an old friend?"

"And if I told you I'm doing this because she's my sister?"Haruno responded mockingly, as if my reason made no sense whatsoever.

We stared at each other for what seemed to be ages until I opened my mouth once more.

"That still doesn't explain why you helped Nishinomiya."

This time, Haruno kept her mouth shut. Bingo. I finally found something to use against her.

"You literally helped the guy that your sister wanted to avoid but then you want to help your sister? Isn't that too big of a leap?"

"Then why are you helping my sister?"

I paused. It was clear that she was desperate to not talk about anything Nishinomiya related.

"She did something invaluable for me in high school. I'm just returning the favor."

"Nothing more?" She asked.

"Nothing less." I replied.

"Seems a little too farfetched for me."

"So is your reason for helping Yukinoshita."

The café was still bustling with teenagers chatting over the phones or with each other; nevertheless, I clearly heard the audible sigh that Haruno emitted. It was a sigh of defeat, of resignation.

"I have a few things to settle with Nishinomiya."

"And you're using your sister as a result?"

With a solemn face, she replied, "Unfortunately, yes."

I waited for her to continue. Seeing my inquisitive face, she gave in and continued explaining.

"Nishinomiya and I…we had a bit of history together."

"And that was enough for you to help him?"

Haruno gave me a harsh glare. I immediately shut up.

"As I was saying, we were friends during high school and our early college years. We were as close as you imagine a boy and a girl would be."

"Are you saying…"

"That's right," Once again, Haruno assumed her position of looking out the window; "We were lovers."

"He was a good guy. Definitely nice, handsome and treated me as if I was a normal girl. It was a good time."

Taking a sip of her coffee, she continued, "It wouldn't be too much of a stretch to say that I was love-struck."

I watched on silently as Haruno chuckled to herself ironically as if disappointed with her past self for being happy.

"I think I told you before. He's a horrible business man; in fact, he barely passed his business class. However, he made up for it by his manipulative behavior."

"Manipulative?"

A nod.

"And well…considering that I was really attracted to him…I think you can see where this is going."

"He…blackmailed you?" I asked cautiously.

"Blackmailed me, used me, coerced me-they're all the same," She listed off those words nonchalantly, "What mattered was that I was foolish and he took advantage of that."

"So…you're doing this to get back at him?"

"Basically."

"Kind of petty if you ask me."

"Heh," She snickered, "I would've let it go but he just had to come back into my life."

"You didn't have to interfere with Yukinoshita's life, you know?"

"There's just no other way to get back at him."

"So you decided to involve your sister, huh…"

"Even if I didn't, our parents had already agreed to the arranged marriage. It's not like you can change that fact."

"I see."

Afterwards, silence bloomed between the both of us. The café was, of course, still lively and noisy with waiters doing their things and the patrons doing their own things, but even through the noise, the silence still permeated through our ears.

It was as if the noise was there yet it wasn't there.

We waited in silence for Isshiki to come. We didn't talk nor did we make eye contact. Haruno was occupying herself by staring to the side while I was busy sipping my coffee. It had gone rather cold but I didn't mind, after all, cold coffee meant an unburned tongue.

The door to the café opened and everyone's head was immediately drawn to it, including my own. A tuft of auburn hair bounced as it made its way towards me. I could feel eyes staring at me.

I couldn't blame them. This is Isshiki Iroha after all.

Her smile brimming with energy was directed at me and behind her, was a tall, unknown man with unusually gray hair. I had a vague idea of who it was.

Scratch that, I definitely knew who it was.

"Hello, senpai."

"Ah…" I just stared at her blankly before coming to my sense, "Yo."

"That's it?" Isshiki glared at me with disgust.

"That's what?"

"Never mind~"

As I contemplated my one sided dilemma, I failed to notice the large arm that swoop down to hug my neck. I seriously wished it hadn't though because that memory probably traumatized and shorten my life span by 5 years at least.

"We meet again, my dear comrade, Hachiman!" Zaimokuza cheerfully exclaimed as he rocked my side to side.

I dared not to look at my surroundings. I knew people were looking that was why I didn't do it. The embarrassment from this moment will probably stay with me for the next 10 years or so. It might even pass on to the next generation.

"Hello, Haruno-san."

I overheard the slightly oversweet voice to my left and I immediately pull off Zaimokuza's arm, much to his dismay. What I saw could only leave me gulping in preparation for the ensuing wreckage that might or might not occur.

For the love of all that is holy, Buddha, Jesus, Zeus, MAX coffee, please, don't let this happen.

"Hello, Iroha-chan." came the sweet, sweet voice that was Haruno.

They were both smiling, dangerously, might I add.

"Just so you know; I'm doing this senpai, 'mmkay?" Isshiki casually told Haruno.

"It's okay. I'm doing this for myself too."

The fact that the two of them managed to keep up the façade of two happy friends made me scared, especially in a place like this.

"By the way, senpai," I turned my head towards Isshiki as she walked over to me, "This place is, like, a bit small, yeah?"

"Yeah, so?"

Staring at me with an exasperated face, Isshiki replied, "Seriously? I'm saying we need to move location. Like, to somewhere bigger like a restaurant. We can't talk here and I'm getting kinda hungry."

I looked over to Haruno for any suggestions; after all, she must've heard that. Instead of a response, I merely got the 'Do-whatever-you-want' look followed by her staring dispassionately at the window. Again.

Sighing, I reluctantly motioned Isshiki to take the lead who in turn motioned for Zaimokuza to take the lead. The more I thought about how those two came to work together, the more confused I became. I decided to ask them later.

Zaimokuza had chosen a rather homey restaurant and luckily, we found an empty booth, somewhere that we can converse without much intrusion.

"Zaimokuza," The man in question turned his head towards me, confused, "So…you're a private investigator now?"

"Gufumm, I am no mere private investigator, Hachiman. I am the seeker of truth, voice of the masses, an all seeing eye over this vast-,"

"A journalist?"

"I was getting to that!" Zaimokuza shouted uncharacteristically before calming down and adjusting his glasses.

"And how did you even meet him?" I turned towards Isshiki who was busy sipping her tea.

"I was looking for a job."

"And fortunately, I, being the kind soul that I am, decided to take this young girl under my wing."

"They just had no spots left." Isshiki interjected almost immediately.

"Yeah, well-,"

"If you don't mind, I would like to know information that I've been requesting." Haruno interrupted me with a business-like tone.

In response, Isshiki's eyes twitched in annoyance but she didn't say anything too rude. In fact, she said nothing at all. Surprisingly, it was Zaimokuza who talked.

"Haruno-san, are you sure you wanted to drag Hachiman into this? This information is rather…sensitive." Zaimokuza spoke like a professional journalist.

…Wait…

Professional?

Zaimokuza?

Those two words don't mix. Not a chance in hell.

Yet, there it was, in front of my very eyes. The miracle that is Zaimokuza professionally holding a conversation with Yukinoshita Haruno, no less.

No, it wasn't a miracle. This phenomenon needed something better to describe it.

"…man."

Something way above miracle. Something…

"Hachiman."

"Huh?"

Everyone was staring at me weirdly. Oh, right. We were discussing plans.

"We asked you if you really wanted to do this." Zaimokuza said, with a hint of worry in his voice.

I almost snickered at the display. By being here, wasn't it implied that I was going along with this? Ah, I guessed everyone would stare at me that way given the circumstances and the fact that I was spacing out.

"You should already know the answer."

"I see, but, even if you have this information, what are you going to do, Yukinoshita-san?" All eyes turned towards Haruno as Zaimokuza asked her.

She returned our stares nonchalantly as she shifted her position to be more comfortable.

"Hikigaya-kun," Haruno turned towards me, "This Saturday, a masquerade ball will be held at the Nishinomiya corporation main branch in Tokyo."

I gulped a bit as she stared at right in the eyes, "You know where I'm going with this, right?"

I nodded. Haruno looked at me with an understanding look as she turned back towards Zaimokuza and he began talking.

Even if I was directly heading into the lion's den, my heart wasn't beating as fast as it should.

Even if I was going right from the frying pan and into the fire, I didn't feel any pressure.

Maybe it was because I trusted Haruno or perhaps, it was due to the fact that we have credible information from Isshiki and Zaimokuza.

In the words of Haruno, I am a 'Monster of Logic' yet at the same time, I am also human. I'm not immune to human emotions.

Maybe that's why I agreed to this absurd plan. Past Hachiman would probably say I'm a stupid idiot or something but then again…

Past Hachiman had never experienced this disgusting emotion that can change a person's mindset.

I sighed in trepidation. This was going to be a long day.


Did I say something about not feeling any pressure?

Because right now, I could feel the cold beads of sweat running down the back of my neck despite riding the air conditioned car. Well, it might be the tight suit but my point was that I was nervous. I was afraid.

It was understandable, right?

After we had discussed our plans, Haruno took me shopping. Yes, you heard me right. Shopping.

What for? Well, for the masquerade ball, of course.

Despite Isshiki's insistence for a better plan, Haruno turned a deaf ear towards her. It left Isshiki quite irritated and as a result, it took Zaimokuza everything he had to hold her back without violating her rights.

And so, on to our current situation. Going straight to the lion's den, the jaws of the beast or whatever you want to call it. It was quite obvious that we were going to that party.

The only noise in the car right now was the humming of the engine as both Haruno and I sat on opposite ends of the seat, staring out the windows. It seemed like a common theme nowadays.

I turned to look at my companion and sure enough, she still had that melancholic expression plastered on her face. Not that it was uncalled for but it was a far cry from the Haruno that I knew and detested.

As for why I was nervous despite having the opposite sentiment a few hours ago, it was because Haruno's plan was to directly infiltrate the party using her connections as a member of the Yukinoshita family.

The only reason that I could go with her even though I didn't have any connections was because I was to act as Haruno's date.

Was the plan absurd? Absolutely.

Were we still going to do it anyway? ...Yes.

A voice knocked me out of my stupor.

"Hikigaya-kun," Haruno said, her voice laced with exhaustion, "Are you nervous?"

"…Yeah," After a bit of pause, I continued, "Aren't you?"

"Yeah…"

"You don't seem nervous."

"A face can hide many things, Hikigaya-kun."

"That sounds like something an angsty teenager would say."

Though, it is quite hypocritical of me to say so.

"You would know that, wouldn't you?" Haruno replied, a tiny bit of sarcasm returning into her voice.

I didn't reply. She was right after all. I am what someone would classify as angsty, though I prefer pragmatic.

Our conversation soon died out as the noise of humming engine filled our ears once more. It was getting dark; the street lamps were starting to be turned on and I could feel this coiling sensation in my stomach.

The abrupt screech of tires alerted us of our arrival. Haruno and I silently got out of the car, much to my dismay. I preferred to prepare more but once again, Haruno ignored me.

The moment I stepped out of the car, I could feel my legs involuntarily freeze. Was it a bit of an exaggeration to say that the party was 'high' class? Nope, not at all; if the copious amount of rich (Probably stuck up as well) people in their suits and dresses were anything to go by.

I was also wearing a suit, albeit a cheap one and Haruno, well, she was probably the apple of everyone's eyes with her tight-fitting dress that accentuated her every curves. In fact, I could feel a couple pairs of eyes staring at our general direction.

Thank goodness, this was a masquerade party.

But my mask didn't make me feel all that comfortable either. There was a high chance that Nishinomiya could spot me and have me kicked out though our plans involved directly meeting with Nishinomiya.

I sighed and decided to place my fate into Haruno's hands…which was stupid but I'm already an idiot for going with her flow.

The guy checking who was allowed in flinched as soon as he laid eyes on Haruno. He immediately made way for her and as a result, everyone that wasn't also enamored by Haruno's beauty started looking her way.

I could feel her gloved hand grasping mine as she dragged me through the crowd. I adjusted my mask ever so slightly as to not drop it.

It didn't matter that much though as we've arrived at our final destination.

"Father. Mother." Haruno said politely as she bowed towards the two elderly figures who were supposedly her parents.

"Ah, Haruno!" The father said in a jovial tone, "It's nice to see you. If you don't mind me asking, who's the young man?"

Haruno's father was…not lanky nor was he round. Well, if I had to decide, I would lean more to the latter but he exuded this aura of…control. The best way to describe it was that he was charismatic and had everything completely in his grasp.

My body stiffened up but once again, Haruno took the lead as she smoothly replied.

"He's a friend from college. You said I needed a date, didn't you?"

"So I did!" God, this man's enthusiasm was suffocating, "Now all that's left is to wait for Nishinomiya-kun and Yukino."

Just as he said that, a couple walked to our general direction, attracting gazes as they did so. One thing that caught my attention though was the fact that the woman was keeping her distance away from the man. Not an obvious amount of distance but still far enough so that someone observant could still catch it.

It was Yukinoshita and Nishinomiya.

"Good evening, Mr and Mrs Yukinoshita," Nishinomiya said in a manner befitting that of a rich heiress. His eyes immediately wandered towards me and to my luck, he didn't notice that it was…well, me.

"Good evening to you, too, Nishinomiya-kun. I see you're as sharp as ever."

So this was how rich people interact. It was so shallow that I could legitimately barf at their conversation. I didn't though. That would be rude.

"Now that we're all here, let's go, shall we?" Haruno's father began walking and soon enough, we all followed suite.

It was going all according to Haruno's plan, which the first step was to invite the family into a private room. But even so, my steps were as slow as ever. No, they were slower than usual.

The fact that the plan was working meant that I shouldn't be nervous…but I was. I was very nervous. It was working way too well. What if Nishinomiya did know and was just playing possum until he could find the most opportune moment to humiliate me and throw me out of the building?

Haruno seemed to notice this as she too had slowed down to my pace. I looked at her and she merely responded with a gaze. It wasn't comforting but it did make me focus again.

We arrived at our room after a few seconds of walking, which actually felt like an hour. We quietly divided ourselves up and sat on the couches that were conveniently placed.

Haruno and I sat next to each other (Obviously) and her parents sat with each other and of course, Yukinoshita and Nishinomiya sat together.

While everyone was wearing suits or dresses, Yukinoshita's mom wore a kimono instead and she didn't appear to have any mask on her. Was she that critical of her appearance?

After we settled down, Nishinomiya cheerfully jumpstarted the conversation.

"So, Haruno-san. Why did you want us to discuss something so early into the night?"

His voice and mannerisms were different from the persona that he showed a few days ago. No wonder, Haruno said he was manipulative.

"But where are my manners. I hope you are faring well this evening, Haruno-san."

"Likewise." Haruno said, almost gritting her teeth in the process.

Nishinomiya slowly turned towards me, his smiling face transforming into a stoic one.

"And, might I ask, who are you?"

I felt my lips drying up as I opened my mouth to reply. However, Haruno interjected just as quickly.

"He's my date for the evening."

"Is that so?" His mocking tone was pissing me off, "Well, I would love to have a chat with him but he seems rather…quiet, no?"

"He's just naturally introverted, that's all." Haruno replied.

"Really? It seems like he's someone who you've forced to come with you."

His tone was really, really pissing me off. As much as I would like to see someone put down Haruno, I would like to see someone put that guy down even more.

What I did was probably stupid or brave. I would say it was the former.

"Well-,"

Haruno started to talk but I was…eager to shoot back at him. Far too eager.

"Oh? And Yukinoshita totally wasn't forced to come with you at all."

Was it sarcastic? Definitely.

Was it at the right time? Nope. Nope. Nope.

Even under this tacky suit and mask, I could feel everyone's gaze, boring into me; especially Haruno's, since…well, I probably ruined her entire plan.

I mentally sighed.

"I'm sorry but what's your name? How did you know Yukino?" Nishinomiya asked, his voice letting out a little bit of his anger.

It was at this point that I noticed that neither of Haruno's parents did or said anything during our little chat nor did they try to dissuade us from bickering. However, I did notice Yukinoshita's mom glaring at me. At least, I think she did.

"I'm just a friend of Yukinoshita."

"And your name?"

I contemplated taking off my mask and probably appeared like a vigilante or something but this was real life. There was no way I was going to be as cool or composed.

Turning to Haruno, I immediately noticed that she was eying me. It was a look of resignation, one of exasperation and one that told me to do as I pleased.

In a few tense seconds, I reluctantly took my mask off.

"Hikigaya Hachiman. Pleased to meet you." I greeted him, albeit sarcastically.

I saw Yukinoshita visibly tensed up and if Nishinomiya was indeed shocked, well, he did a really good job of hiding it but traces of his infuriation still seeped out.

After a while, the head of the Yukinoshita family spoke up.

"I see you're well acquainted with my daughters and to a certain extent, Nishinomi-,"

"Father, I'm sorry but I think Haruno is playing a prank. That man should be escorted out of this building, right now."

"And why is that? I thought you wanted to have a little chat with him." Haruno abruptly stated.

Nishinomiya stayed silent and so did I. It was a game of patience. We were simply waiting for someone to burst the bubble, so to speak.

And Nishinomiya did.

"Mr. Yukinoshita, I'm sorry but I insist that Hikigaya-san be escorted out of here."

"Oh, come on," I whined mockingly, "Don't try to evade me. You wanted a chat and we'll have a chat."

"I change my mi-,"

"How's your company's sales going, Nishinomiya-san?"

Ah, it was probably stupid to mock this guy, seeing as he could literally use his connections to get me in troubles but alas, the fact that I was surrounded by the Yukinoshita family members, especially the parents, gave me a sense of…security, a feeling that I had proverbially checkmated Nishinomiya.

For the lack of a better word, let's just say that more witnesses, more audacious acts. It could be a false sense of security but whatever.

"I don't see why I should give that information to you," Nishinomiya said after a long pause.

Nishinomiya knew where this was going. He knew yet he was doing nothing to dodge the issue. He wasn't bringing up another topic nor was he trying to directly avoid the current topic.

And so, I continued.

"I have two friends working in the journalism industry. They were doing a case on tax evasion but unfortunately, they were forced to stop."

"Are you implying that I did it?"

"I'm not implying anything."

"But it was rather peculiar as they were trying to get information on the Nishinomiya Corporation yet a few days later, their investigation stopped…" I kept on talking, eying Nishinomiya to gauge his reaction.

He gave a scoff, "Ah, so you were friend with those two. Unfortunately, what they were doing was an attempt at defaming the company that my father raised from the ground."

"So you admit to tax evasion then?"

"Unfortunately, it was my father who did the deeds. I was merely trying to protect the company's name from my father's past misdeeds."

I was about to open my mouth but nothing came out. I had nothing to refute his claims.

"Really now? Your company's decline in sales started around the time you took over the company, you know." Haruno chimed in.

"You have no proof of that."

"Even though the information is out there on the internet for all to see?"

"Those are false information."

Ah, I could feel the desperation in his voice. Haruno really is something else.

"That information is directly from your company. I mean, really? You are absolutely horrible at managing a business when evading taxes actually drags you down."

In anger, Nishinomiya stood up, his fists curled up tightly.

"Father, this two must be escorted out of this building right this instant! They clearly lost their mind!"

But silence was his only response. Yukinoshita-san simply sat there but it wasn't long before he spoke up.

And what he said was arguably the straw that broke Nishinomiya's back.

"Nishinomiya-kun," His voice was soft yet cold, "About what you said earlier…"

"Your father was many things but a criminal is not one of them."

A pause. I could see the tension in Nishinomiya's eyes.

"Fine! I avoided tax but I-,"

"I think you're mistaken, Nishinomiya," Haruno interjected harshly, "Tax avoidance is legal, tax evasion is not. Honestly, you're terrible at managing a company."

"…What do you want?"

"Cancel the marriage with my little sister."

Blunt, straight to the point. Haruno wasn't wasting time at all and it was obviously affecting Nishinomiya.

"I only wanted to marry her because of my father's wishes."

This time, Haruno stood up and she was…honestly, quite pissed. She got into his face but nothing physical happened.

"Because of his wishes? Don't screw with me," She sneered, "You're simply doing this to try and save your failing company."

"You're mista-,"

Haruno grabbed his tie and twisted it around in a way that was very uncomfortable for his neck.

"And your father's wishes? He wanted to you marry the eldest daughter but considering the fact that you used, abused and tossed me aside like trash in the past; you went for my sister instead!"

I could see the distress in Yukinoshita's eyes and honestly, I contemplated jumping in to pull them apart. Before I could even think about it, my body move on its own, my hands already reaching out to catch Haruno.

That was, until a voice spoke.

It didn't shout. It simply spoke.

And it felt like a stone cold dagger through my heart.

"Children, sit down." Said Mrs. Yukinoshita.

The cold weather was only exacerbated by her even colder voice. It held neither warmth nor compassion to it. It wasn't robotic, per se but it was…like a blizzard.

Haruno settled down and so did Nishinomiya but they were still glaring hard at each other. I didn't dare to utter a word as the tension in the room was undoubtedly thick.

"Hikigaya-san, was it?" I perked up at my name being mentioned. It was Haruno's mother, "I would like it if you could step outside. We have…much to discuss."

I simply nodded and left without so much as word. I did turn around to glance at Haruno and Yukinoshita though but only the latter gave me any sort of response.

With that, I left the room.

The hallway was as cold as ever and since the party was in the main room, not that many people came through the hallway. In fact, no one came as I waited.

Before long, the door creaked ever so slightly and out came…Yukinoshita.

Ah, she must've put on an obscene amount of makeup to look this decent. I didn't tell her that though.

In silence, Yukinoshita stood near me as I leaned against the wall. For a whole minute, we didn't speak. No words were exchanged between us; that was until I broke that harmony anyway.

"What did they talk about?"

I could feel Yukinoshita's gaze on me but I didn't look at her. Not yet anyways.

"The marriage...is canceled and my father cut all ties with Nishinomiya."

"Ah..."

"Why didn't you say anything?" I continued to ask, still not looking at her.

"I was scared."

"Of what?"

"My family."

"That's it? I thought you have more courage than that."

She stayed silent.

"And why didn't you check any information on him? You have your phone, didn't you? Can't believe you let your emotions get the better of you."

Though I'm not the one to talk…

Yukinoshita didn't reply and it was…awkward. I rubbed my neck and tried to look the other way but my eyes were always drawn towards her.

"Sorry."

What?

"What?"

"He must've hurt you."

"O-Oh…well, it was a bit stupid on my part as well," I managed to avert my gaze from her and on to her left hand, "A-Anyway, how much does that ring cost?"

That was my best attempt at avoiding the topic. It was awful, to say the least.

"…I don't know. He just gave it to me."

"You know giving diamond rings is a scam by a diamond company, right? Like, no wonder, he's so horrible at managing a business firm."

Nice job changing the topic, Hachiman. S rank for you!

"O-Oh…"

The conversation literally died out that very moment.

A few seconds later, the door swung open again. And I meant, it literally swung open and the man behind that force was, of course, Nishinomiya.

To say he was pissed would be an understatement because I swore I could see the burning hate in his eyes as he walked by and glared at me.

Following him was the rest of the Yukinoshita family. In particular, Mrs. Yukinoshita came over to me. I was shaking.

"Hikigaya-kun." She said firmly.

"Yes?"

"In the span of one hour, you've done something impossible. You've managed from being slightly tolerable to completely detestable. It would be well for the both of us if you never interact with me or my family again."

And with that, she was off. Walking by me as if I was a pebble on a sidewalk and it felt…slightly horrible to be looked down like that.

"She's a bit blunt. My apologies."

A deep voice caused my head to turn to its source. It was her husband.

"You know, she doesn't like you but I do. To a certain extent, at least."

"T-Thanks…"

Was that a compliment at all?

"I would've never let Yukino marry Nishinomiya-kun if it wasn't for his father's wish. The old man's a great guy but his son…Well; you know how he is already."

"But," He continued, "That kid still has a lot of influence over this area. You don't live in Tokyo, do you?"

"No sir."

"Good but still, keep a low profile. I'm certain he'll try to ruin you."

I gulped. "I'll keep that in mind, sir."

"Well, good. I'll be off now."

He bade me farewell as I stood there stunned.

What just happened? The mother hated me and the father slightly found me tolerable and not to mention, I might get into trouble because a guy has a grudge against me?

This was a horrible day. I unconsciously drooped my shoulder as a reward to myself for putting up with those tense situations.

Haruno passed by me and she only gave me a glance and a nod. And after all we've been through...

At least, it was better than nothing, I guess.

Due to my focus on the elder sister, I forgot to notice the younger one.

"Sorry, Hikigaya-kun. I-,"

"Stop saying sorry so much. It makes you sound less apologetic."

"O-Oh…but my mother said that we couldn't…." Yukinoshita began, her eyes looking down to the side.

"There's a reason we have messaging, y'know. Plus, stop being...this." I gestured towards Yukinoshita's body, "You're Yukinoshita Yukino, aren't you? At least, play the role better."

I could see her smile a bit. Just a bit.

"That's not fair, Hikigaya-kun. You haven't been exactly yourself lately either." With a twirl, she turned away from me.

I found my jaw agape. Yukinoshita noticed this quickly though.

"What's wrong?"

"N-No, I mean. It's a bit refreshing to see your condescending side again."

With a pause, Yukinoshita chuckled and I did too albeit less loudly. When our laughter died down, we found our eyes strangely attracted to one another again.

"Will I see you again?" Yukinoshita said softly.

"Probably, I mean, that's what the internet is for, right?"

She nodded with a smile. I think I smiled too. Probably.

We parted ways soon after with Yukinoshita running towards her family.

Soon after she left, I immediately realized.

I wasn't able to tell her about that stupid feeling that had been nagging me since she came to my apartment. I mentally berated myself but even that wasn't enough. I contemplated bashing my head against the wall but decided against it.

As I walked outside, I felt little droplets of water hitting my shoulder. Of course, it had to rain. To think that what led to our reunion also led to our farewell.

And I didn't even get to tell her that I li-

Ah, whatever, right?

Even though I hate rain, I could say that at least the rain was trying to console me.


If there's any grammar/vocabulary mistakes, you know the drill. I guess you could say this is the end. I'll see you next time.