A/N- One more part.

HARU'S POV

Abruptly, she had been thrown into the center, with no warning. As if she had just been slung into existence.

She knew she should've been used to it by now, staying too close to the front. She was always next in the queue. Always the worry wart, crowding Hina, just in case she needed to take the reins and combat the issues.

It's always been her function, to bare it all because Hina could not.

There once was a time when she didn't have to sit so close, didn't have to be this attentive. Things felt like they'd be ok, like maybe Hina was getting better.

Only, she was wrong.

Hina was infatuated with a man, which had gone undetected because it's never happened before. Sure, they had interactions with men before. Haru had to front frequently because of their shiny new profession, courtesy of their piece of shit uncle.

She'd always wake up wearing Hina's tears, fear, perspiration beading her skin. Her heart akin to the wings of a bird trapped in a cage, trying to fly right out of her chest.

Sometimes she needed things to ground her; certain smells—sounds. Sometimes being jolted into the front was enough to keep her—often, she'd come to on her stomach, in some hotel room, underneath some guy.

It once felt so alarming and then it became a reoccurring nightmare—but, it was her function and she realized that her clients would never be able to penetrate the body. That right was only reserved for her uncle, he'd lend her—and stick around on the other side of the door like some sort of security guard. Securing her 'purity' or whatever was left of that.

Still, she detested the treatment of the body. She knew Hina was somewhere inside, devastated…fractured. Yeah, she fucking hated this, but it was better…than Hina, going through it again. She could handle this, she wouldn't give anyone the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

She'd lay under the whale soaked in booze, allow him to twist and contort her whichever way he liked. She wasn't required to play along.

Her face was always hot and sticky with sweat and tears beneath the plastic bunny mask.

The man above her dry humping her in missionary, she could feel him—naked, rutting up against her panty clad crotch. He'd be breathing laboriously, pinning her down into the damp motel sheets.

Sometimes she'd be tipsy because the clients would coax Hina to drink, but sometimes she'd be very much sober. Her chest hot and heavy…like a kettle left screaming on top the stove.

She preferred being intoxicated, at least then she didn't have to think about when the pigs reached their climax.

The point is…

Hina had gotten infatuated with someone, which caused Hina to stay center all the time. It should have set off some bells but Haru just took it as a good sign, the host should be able to maintain herself right? Maybe they were healing, maybe things were getting better?

They weren't, in fact, things may have been way worse than ever before.

Hina had managed to attract the worse kind of human being and like a moth to a flame the entire body was compromised because of this unholy union.

Naruto…Menma…whatever his name was. He was everything that triggered Hina and everything that enticed her too. Haru knows that Hina couldn't seem to figure out if she was afraid of him or hot for him.

Which is why she currently sat in the passenger seat, somewhere between scared out of her mind and withdrawn.

Hina was conflicted.

Haru was not, he wasn't the knight in shiny armor that Hina made him out to be.

Along with being a ruthless killer, Naruto was a misogynist bastard, a narcissistic cunt and a massive pervert. All the qualities they should be running away from, especially the serial killer part but Hina seemed to be nuts over the guy.

Which is very much NOT ok.

He may as well have been one of their clients. The way he looked at her, touched her, he was just like all the other men in their life.

He wanted something.

The difference is, he just hasn't taken it…yet.

Just latching on to us, acting like he wants to save us. We don't need him, the cops are after him—not us.

(Please be nice…he saved our life.)

Haru rolled her eyes.

We saved our own lives for once. He almost suffocated Lee to death and that was his friend, what's he going to do to us?

(But he didn't…and h-h-he wouldn't Haru. He's just…upset with Lee.)

And what happens when he's upset with us? For someone who has so much faith you abandoned ship pretty quick.

She didn't reply and Haru didn't think it wise to pry any further, especially since she knew that Hina was afraid.

Haru's skin tangled, and a tight shiver rattled her spine. Taking a deep breath, she grounds herself.

"Hinata?"

Naruto asks from the driver's seat. She could tell he'd be expecting Hina, he tended to use a certain tone with her.

It held a lot of depth, base, authority, and something she couldn't quite narrow down.

Her ears felt like they twitched, and she could tell this was the result of Hina being too close.

I'll be…cooperative.

(Thank you Haru…I-I'm sorry.)

Me too.

"Y—you want me to what?!"

Haru had woken Lee up the way she assumed Hina would, with a small nudge. She could imitate Hina but that doesn't mean she enjoyed it.

Hina was very much submissive, doting—playful even, sometimes. Though the playful side seldom came out there days, Haru remembers it. She remembers when Hina was so happy it'd spread from the crown of her head to her toes. When their dad would tuck them into bed and rake the hair over their eyes to the back of their head.

He'd say he loved them more than anything and Hina would grin so big. Something would feel like it expanded in her chest and her eyes felt the pressure of tears, they never fell but that memory always shrouded the body in a blanket of warmth.

"Her crazy pills, they're in her room and you're going to oceans 11 this shit. Cause you owe me, for not killing you after that stunt you pulled."

Naruto explains, he's standing outside of the backdoor, menacingly poking a crowbar in Lee's direction. The gulp that Lee takes is audible, though he still has the gull to look a serial killer dead in the eye and shake his head.

"No, th—that's insane and practically impossible. T-t-t-t-they won't go for it, what makes you think," Lee babbled—blinking profusely, gulping once more, and inching fearfully to the opposite end of the car. "they'll just let me in there."

Haru looks around, the neighborhood is familiar. She recognized the abandoned parking lot, the orange cones. They were a street behind her uncles' house, she remembered sneaking out her bedroom window to school sometimes. This was the lot a distance behind it.

"Did anything I just say sound like it was up for debate?" Naruto asks, settling those icy eyes on Lee—pointedly. Lee stared back, visibly trembling and looking like a frail piece of bread. His lips cracked open and then snapped shut like the thought better of answering.

"Yeah, I thought so too," Naruto replied, eyes sweeping the area very briefly before he sighed and crouched down, placing the crowbar against Lee's kneecap.

Lee's breath catches in his chest, and he shoots his head back like a guy waiting for a dreadful verdict. His cheeks are tear and dirt stained, lip split open and copper-like—his bowl cut unruly. His disheveled appearance was no doubt the result of whatever Naruto had done to him and from the looks of it, Lee seemed to still be living that moment.

He sat there shaking his leg, petrified.

"Ah, shit. My bad, not trying to intimidate you man. Hey, relax," Naruto ordered jovially like this was all just one big misunderstanding and he only wanted to catch up on old times. The blue in eyes are a bit darker due to the lack of light in the back seat, "You're useful, I need your help—just like the first day of class. Remember that?"

Though his breathing had calmed, Lee didn't seem at all comforted by the exchange of pleasantries—his eyes settle on the metal bar at his kneecap.

Lee only nods, "Yeah…"

Naruto grimaces, scoffs, and laughs, "Fuck, you're something else. Pissing in my car—just when I thought you couldn't be more of a dick deficient pissant. Pun intended."

Haru scurried out of the back seat, on the opposite end of Naruto—realizing the pissing was currently happening in that moment. The rank smell prickled her sense of smell and she frowned.

Lee broke down crying, throwing his hands over his face shamefully.

He cried out in a deluge of unintelligible words.

Naruto taps at Lees' knee with the crowbar, "That all sounds very sincere but I don't care."

Haru was at best, indifferent when it came to Lee. She didn't really care about him the way that Hina did. She hadn't ever had any moments with him either, but she supposes he was nice to them. He had never done anything horrid to them, other than turning them over to Sasuke.

Haru understands the logic of doing what must be done to save your own life. She had done it plenty of times.

He acted in his own self-interest, and it didn't necessarily make him a bad guy.

"You really dragged us out here, for pills? Why?" She inquires, her brows furrowed—her arms over her chest. She turns her back against a persistent gust of wind. Naruto looked up at her, a bit surprised.

"Stay put," he says sharply, "Lee and I, are going to take a little walk, should be back in no time." he grunts, shooting up to his feet and yanking Lee out the door by his collar. The aggressive motion was so swift she hardly remembered it happening. Lee was on his feet in no time, being dog walked out of earshot.

He didn't have to say why he was in desperate need of getting the prescription pills. The pills kept Hina stable—manageable. She hated them, which was why they had racked up so many bottles.

They never take them.

The one time that they had they hardly felt alive.

Hina would cut more, cut until rivulets of blood glided down their forearm and they felt lightheaded—sick—tired. There was a lot of pain that Haru had taken on behalf of the body, she knew that she could have taken that pain as well, but Hina refused to let her mend them.

It was the first time she found that she couldn't fight for control with Hina.

Sometimes Hina was stronger, and she felt like an intruder.

Cutting was Hina's trick to staying center. Self-inflicted, intentional—the one type of pain she had control over.

Haru sat in the passenger seat, hunched forward, flipping through the radio station. She kept her ears open for any local stations that were following the manhunt but most of the stories were very repetitive.

One station caught her interest, playing a very familiar song to Hina and by extension—Haru recognized it. She slouched in her chair and allowed the melody to sank into her bones and keep her peaceful.

Though the melody was riddled with melancholy, and she could see Sasuke's corpse rotting behind her eyes—which had sunken without her permission. Her eyes snap open and she stares out the windshield. She wondered where Naruto and Lee had gone.

Throwing a cursory glance over her shoulder and out the back window, there are still no signs of either of them.

(Deh, I want out of here. Now.)

Why did you leave in the first place Hina?

(Your guess is as good as mine. Being out there…is a hell of a lot better than being in here.)

Haru sat up, her eyes stretched wide.

Hotto…

(Some caretaker you are, no gub, haven't bathed in days. We're on our period for godssake…and where the hell is that guy? The very sexy blonde, not the beady eyed freak of course but maybe—maybe.)

Haru didn't know much about the one called Hotto other than it shouldn't exist. The system had no reason for it, how could it? It seemed like a defective alter, one brought on from being much too close to Naruto and his repulsive behavior. After all, they had never thought of killing their uncle nor anyone who had ever wronged them and yet—they had.

Hotto was the gun in their system, the lethal weapon they had never had to worry about.

She heard laugher in her head, like shattering glass. Quite smug.

"Stay back." She vocalized feeling like thinking it wasn't enough. "I have everything under control…"

(Um not from where I'm standing, lying isn't doing us any favors. Listen, I say we just strike out on our own. I know you feel the same way so don't bother denying it.)

And go where? The cabin is the only safe place.

(Or we can get the fuck out of this shitty place. You both hate it, and I hate that for you.)

We can't.

(Why the hell not?)

Oh, probably because we murdered two people.

(Everyone who knows that is dead haha!)

Not Naruto…

(Yet.)

What? Absolutely not…that's playing with fire and we aren't killers. At least, we weren't. Besides, I don't hate him completely and Hina is...head over hills.

(I mean he's a little easy on the eyes but I don't recommend trusting him for obvious reasons. It sounds to me that you're letting your guard down just cause this guy wants to fuck us. Like, don't get me wrong-we can fuck him but-)

No. Not us, just Hina. Also, I'm doing no such thing, I'm doing what's best for Hinata. We're playing it by ear and staying safe. There's no telling what could set him off and I've tried getting away before.

(Yeah, I saw. Look babe, I know you're worried, but you know what I'm capable of. I can solve our problems, we have everything we need right here. The car, the keys…you give me the sign and I'll get us outta here—for good.)