Title: Empty
Summary: Megumi seemingly disappeared, so Yahiro decides to investigate a little. The results are not necessarily what he wanted to hear.
Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, somewhat-friendship-I-guess
Characters: Yahiro, many mentions of Megumi, short mention of Jun
Pairing: none, unless you want to see it that way
Rating: K+, maybe?
Timeline: well after the manga
Words: 503
Notes: this is horrible, I'm sorry, I'm ashamed... I wrote this in ten minutes, because all I had was otherwise half-written plots. School hit, lack of inspiration hit, a big headache hit... Whatever. I'll try to make a super good chapter next as an apology for this... thing.
"Megumi?" I ask as I enter her small apartment.
Jun lent me his key set, for he needs my help to find his sister. She's been living alone for a few months, trying to achieve complete independence – from what I gather with the subtle hints in her eyes and in her tone – but she still gave her copy of the key to her twin. Typical Megumi.
There is no response to my call.
"Megumi?" I try again.
I choke on the deep silence, so quiet, the air unnaturally stagnant for the home of someone like Megumi, who always has her head filled with music. The lights are off and I can barely make out the silhouette of the walls and the few doors.
"Megumi?"
Again, no response. I want to panic, my hands are almost shaking as I press the nearest interruptor. She can't be anywhere but here, my previous searches informed me. If she isn't here, then where could she be? Is she–
There's nothing left.
Sure, there is still that table that saw better days, surrounded by mismatched chairs, there is still the stained couch, the old but still working refrigerator, however there is nothing of Megumi. All that is left are furnitures that were already given by the precedent owner. The various odd trinkets that she happily spread around, the few paintings she hung on the not-so-white walls, her old comforter she placed on the couch for icy mornings in the barely isolated building, the multiple music sheets, scattered haphazardly around under half-chewed pencils and covered in that dark chicken scratch I came to know as her writing when she is suddenly hit with inspiration... Those are all gone.
"Megumi!" It's more of a cry out than a call out, however my composure seems entirely useless to me right now so I don't give a damn.
Having had enough, I almost run out of the apartment, jumping down the stairs two steps or more at a time, speeding to the lobby where I know the proprietor of this complex should be at this hour. Said proprietor reveals itself to be an aged man who stares at me, seemingly confused about my disheveled state.
"...Can I help you?" he finally asks, blinking worn out eyes at me.
I breath out unevenly. "Do you...know where...the occupant of...apartment 12...is?
He closes his eyes, deep in thought, and hums under his breath. "12, huh... A young lady, yes?" I nod hastily. "I do believe she left this very morning, saying she had a great opportunity for her career somewhere else... Didn't even mention what her job is..." The end is a barely comprehensible mutter, though I don't care much for I stopped listening at 'left'.
Megumi... You know how I am, don't you? I'll drag you back by force if I have to, but I just can't let you off with no explanation to me, your beloved, or even to your twin brother who's presently worried out of his mind.
Be prepared, my dear little runaway.