He heard the crash, and rushed into the other room.
Luckily, the disaster wasn't nearly as big as he thought. A vase was broken, shattered pieces over the floor.
And in a corner, little Hikari, huddled up, shaking and crying.
Crow watched her. Sure, the small-for-her-age 13 year old was a bit of a neat-freak, but to be in a near-catatonic state over a vase?
He bent down, picked up a piece of the broken vase in each hand, and stared at them.
He might be able to fix the vase, but would he be able to put the fragments of Hikari's happiness back together?
Wow. Even I'm surprised how this one turned out. It was literally written on the spur-of-the-moment.
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