Alright, here's Chapter 10 of AHIN. Enjoy!
Chapter 10: Haji
It was cold, but he felt no pain in his hands. It was dark, but he could see clearly. It was quiet, but he heard his thoughts quite loud and clear. I have failed Saya, he thought as he walked down the deserted and quiet streets of Okinawa. He kept his head down, only looking up when he heard a bird or two passisng by overhead. She loves birds, he thought. My Saya loves birds. Haji kept walking until he found an abandoned building, which lay hidden in the forest. He looked up and guessed that it was about 3 or 4, maybe 5 stories high. He quietly slipped into the building and the door clicked shut. This will do for now, he thought. He took in his surroundings and was not at all surprised. The dingy gray walls that had collected dust over time and the moss that had slowy began to form on the hardwood floors had grown into a familiarity over time. He was so used to hiding in buildings it was a second nature to just walk into one and call it a temporary home.
Seeing that the elevator was damaged beyond repair, Haji decided—or was left with no choice rather—to take the stairs to the highest level of the building. He began climbing the stairs and looked at the old framed photographs that were cracked in some places and smiled at the unknown family. There was a man who looked to be about 40, with a salt-and-pepper mustache that fell into a beard. Because the picture was in black and white, Haji had to assume that the man was wearing either a dark gray, or black suit. He was standing behind a woman who looked about 5, maybe 10 years younger than him. She was sitting, and was apparently wearing an off white or light yellow dress, with a ruffled trim and her hair was pinned up. In her lap was an infant, who couldn't have been more than a year of age. Next to the woman was a child of 5 years, Haji presumed. It was a girl, her face like her mothers, and She was in either a pink or white dress, Haji assumed it was pink because she was a girl. Haji looked just under the portrait at the plaque that was covered in dust. He blew the dust lightly, then just barely wiped enough off to see the name:
The Morioka Family, 1936 Mr. and Mrs. Morioka, Chiaki and Keoko
Haji smiled at the picture, how he wished that he and Saya could have that amount of happiness in their lives. But not now; No, there was far too much going for there to be any sustained happiness. Haji kept ascending the stairs and stopped at a room, there was a bed, next to a window. Haji walked into the the room, though it was not at the top floor it overlooked the streets. Haji decided that if it became necessary, he would go back down to this floor and take refuge in this room. He continued on until he reached the top floor. It seemed that this room hadn't been touched at all. It was dusty of course, but it was still very intricate. It had a piano and a couch, with a credenza in the corner, filled with books and novels and old family albums. Perhaps I should study up on this family whilst I am here, Haji thought. He opened the drab curtains enough to let in the moonlight, but not so much as to give away his position. He put his cello in a corner and sat on the couch, putting one foot one couch while he sat back on one arm of the couch. Haji then looked out at the moon and closed his eyes. He thought back to happier times, before Diva's demented plans unfolded into a horrible plot of world domination.
There weren't many pessimistic things to stew upon in that time period. Saya's hair was much longer, and she was a bit happier than she was right now. She loved to laugh and was very adventurous, and sometimes had played tricks on Haji when he was younger. He remembered the first day he met Saya. She welcomed him with open arms and he knew that he loved her at that very moment. From there it was nothing but happiness, and it seemed that Haji was in the care of Saya, instead of Saya being protected by Haji. It wasn't until Saya had her first demonic episode that Haji had to go against her for the first of the two times. Haji wasn't bothered at all that Saya sometimes had flash backs, of the horrible things she had done, not knowing that it was her Chiropteran side. She often blamed herself for all the death that had happened since she had remembered who she was, but Haji was always there to tell her otherwise. Haji frowned slightly; he had started thinking about those depressing thoughts that caused him pain, when and only when he was alone. While he was with Saya he refused to open his mind to these thoughts, because he wanted to always be happy with her at any cost.
Haji let his head drop and he sighed heavily. He had never been so hurt in his immortal existence. He always thought that no matter what happened he would always be with Saya. But she had told him to leave, no return time, no reason as to why, just an indefinite sentence to loneliness. How he wished to call Saya, to hear her voice, to touch her, to just see her face. To see her smile once more would bring him happiness. Haji wondered if this was really love, or if it were just torture. I do not think love is supposed to hurt, it shouldn't because it is said to be the ultimate happiness, Haji thought looking at the piano. He smiled and looked out the window.
Saya loves music, he thought and went to the piano. He touched a few keys, and they gave off a weak note. I want to see her dearly but I cannot go against her word. And I must keep her safe, at all cost.
And There's Chapter 10