Chapter Title: Confession
Pairings: Hatori/Miku
Warnings: Very, very strong language. Miku's a bit of a pottymouth when she gets upset.
I hadn't packed a damn thing.
He could hit me all he wanted to – I wasn't going anywhere.
The day and time the truck was supposed to come, I decided I needed to go grocery shopping.
I looked over the Sea Bream carefully. As a celebration for me not moving, I was going to make Iced Sashimi. As I investigated a fairly nice-looking fish, I heard someone say my name.
I looked up from the piles upon piles of frozen and fresh sea food to see Ha'ri standing above me, and felt all my rage swell up in my chest. Why did he tell Akito that? Why did he hate me so much now? What had I done to deserve this? Why would he do this to me? He of all people should know what happens when Akito finds out one of his animals is in love.
"What are you doing here?" Hatori asked, frowning down at me. His voice was gentle, though, and I couldn't bring myself to yell at him. Despite what he had done, I loved him too much to stay mad, and the rage quieted inside me.
"What did you tellAkito?" I finally whispered after a long, terse moment of silence. I stared defeated down at his feet, feeling broken.
Hatori was quiet for a second. I could feel his surprise. "He told you?"
"What the fuck did you tell him?" I repeated a little louder, looking up to his face. I let my betrayal, my anger, my pain show.
Hatori wouldn't meet my gaze. "I didn't want him to end up like Kana."
"Who, Ha'ri? Who are you talking about?"
He met my eyes, then. "I didn't want you to end up like me."
"Hatori," I started, growling out my frustration, "I don't understand a single fucking word you're saying. But whatever you said pissed Akito off, bad, and I need to know."
"Your boyfriend, Miku. The boy you're giving up your future for."
My brows knit together. "What boy? I don't have a boyfriend." I felt my heart sink.
Was this why he had ignore me? Why he wanted me to go to college so bad? Why Akito had been so furious?
A fucking rumor?
"The boy we talked about at the picnic and at the restaurant."
A little light bulb lit up in my head, as I realized what he was talking about.
Fuck. Shit. Fuckity-fuck-fuck, shitfuck.
How could I be so stupid?
"Ha'ri..." I breathed, on the verge of tears. "I made that up. I lied."
Realization crept across his face, followed quickly at the horror I was going through because of him now. "Why?" He asked, dumbfounded.
"Well," I mumbled, turning back to stare at my feet, blushing bright red. "I guess you could say there is a boy. Kind of. It's complicated. He doesn't know."
Hatori looked positively furious. "Who?" He snapped.
I matched his gaze, jutting my chin out with stubborn determination. "You," I said matter-of-factly, studying his reactions carefully. His eyes widened, and slowly, he shut down.
As I watched, his eyes cut me off from him. I felt it like he had physically cut me, my chest aching. It hurt.
As I watched him turn his back to me, I felt myself walk out with him. My heart, my soul, my mind. I felt it leave and I no longer had the strength to stand, my knees buckling beneath me. I collapsed onto my hands and knees, staring hopelessly after him. I felt like my heart was being torn out with each step, his hips moving fluidly, tall and elegant, sunlight glittering and glowing against him as he left me, all alone.
Left me crying silently on the floor of the grocery store, heart broken.
Someone touched my shoulder, and I yelled at them to go away. I pushed myself, trembling, to my feet, my shopping basket long forgotten, and ran home.
I stormed upstairs, holding back the tears until I had slammed shut and locked my bedroom door behind me. I felt my body change just as the first few tears trickled down my cheeks, and I transformed into a small, baby coyote in a poof of smoke.
I collapsed onto the floor, curled up in a little ball, and cried myself unconcious. When I woke up, I started crying again. I did that until I couldn't cry anymore, and when I couldn't cry, I just stared at the wall, feeling as if I had died.
Dead.
How pleasant.
