Believer
By Hexes

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"Hey," he whispered softy, leaning down towards her ear, carefully brushing her hair back to wrap around behind it. The dark tresses were a hard contrast against the stark white sheets of Hatori's temporary hospital room. Her face scrunched up some, before bolting up; startled. Her body shook, her face became paler; a hand started to rub her back in small circles.

"It's just me, clam down," Haru said, just a gently as before, as if trying to clam down a skittish animal. In a way, he was doing just that.

"Haru, what are you doing here?" She whispered back to him, taking in the situation. Pale moon rays shown through the window blinds, and the only sound she could hear was their breathing. She started, almost scolding him, "It must be late, and-"

"I just wanted to bring you something." He moved, placing himself next to her on the bed. The mattress gave out a moan--'creak'--as he shifted closer to her, reaching over to stroke her thin, stick-like arm. "You aren't eating enough," Haru said, almost absentmindedly. He said that every time he saw her. He used to do so in a round 'about way, months ago when they just started to realize their feelings… But now he didn't bother. She was aware of his worry in ten-folds.

"You shouldn't be here," she spoke suddenly, the tone of her voice hesitant from his careful caresses. He continued to sit beside her, content with her presence, until she suddenly turned to him. She moved sharply, quickly snatching up the hand he'd been using to touch her with. "We're going to get caught."

Haru chose to not speak again, as his fingers wandered over and laced into hers.

Rin blanched back, her mouth forming a small 'o' shape. "Haru-"

"We won't, I made sure no one was around. Your right, it's late. Everyone's gone home, I think even Hatori is asleep." He smirked at the last bit, squeezing her hand tighter, turning his head to stare at the wall--blissfully waiting out the time until she settled down and accepted he was here. He just sat, rubbing small shapes into her palm with his thumb.

"So why are you here?" She asked, minutes had passed in silence. The room had been filled with a sentimental lingering aura; the moon became brighter.

Haru smiled discreetly at his victory. He hadn't allowed her to make him back down into leaving, too scared of someone walking in or over hearing. Bending away from her off the bed, he leaned down to pick up a bag off the floor. It was a fancy little thing, with ribbon for handles and a bow that wrapped around it.

"I went to the mall today," Haru said, momentarily letting go of her had to take out the contents of the bag. Rin looked over, briefly saddened by the lost of contact.

Haru stole a glance at her quickly and mused about her tired, drained attitude. She was usually a little more spunky. At least with him…

"Why did you go to the mall?" She asked, giving in slowly to his smooth looking side, leaning against him to rest. Making idle chit-chat as well, to distract from the fact that she'd initiated the contact. Rin watched him smirk, pulling out small, purple boxes.

"Momiji wanted something, so I went along," he replied, opening the tall, lean packages, pulling away at the paper wrapping inside them. "As I was, exploring," he continued, and watched her face twist up in amusement. "I didn't get lost," he suddenly quipped, making her smile more.

"Sure." Rin did the best job she could, to roll her eyes at him, taking the chance to mock him. "You get lost everywhere." Looking back up at him, her doe-like brown eyes spoke in volumes, and Haru didn't mind her teasing.

"They're candles," he continued, setting them beside her on a bedside table. "The woman at the store told me they're meant for healing; they'll help you get better." Haru whipped out a lighter from this pocket--even though he'd never smoke, he was still that type of 'bad ass' that carried one around nonetheless. He lit them with little effort.

"Haru--" Rin's gaze fell to the flame, captured. You're such a believer.

End

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A/N: This really has no point, I suppose. Pure words.