3. Shadows and Echoes
Since the first meeting, the gang of four would appear around the roads that the Spider frequented. Like an echo, a wisp of gold would round a corner when he turns his head around. Or the idiosyncratic patter of excited footsteps behind short heads of silver and black—the reflective glint off the tall one's shades. Such instances occurred enough times for Kuroro to have begun collecting moments in a mental diary.
The reprimanding shouts of "Not here" and "They can see us" following the shadow of red and silver paint-jobs: Wednesday afternoon.
A flash of gold hidden between trails of dust and exhaust: Wednesday midnight.
The familiar ruby red bike parked outside a convenience store: Friday.
A silver-haired kid and a spiky-haired kid on the phone with a "Kurapika": Sunday.
The oldest looking man's arm hung around the blond's shoulders: Monday.
A pair of warm brown eyes meeting his over a stack of books in the library: Wednesday again.