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It was cold, so extremely cold. Hiiro wouldn't mind frosty weather but the feeling of his maybe growing frostbite wasn't making this any better. The town he decided to stay at was bare and had an almost gloomy presence. The towns people seemed to be used to the cold, and were quite welcoming to the red haired outsider. They gave him a cabin to stay in, with the intent for it to be his new home. But Hiiro was only here for one reason.
He felt an urge. Almost a need. Hiiro knew what this meant; it meant someone was at a vulnerable state. Usually heartbroken. His sole job here was take said person out of their misery, or really tempt the person into suicide. Almost all the time he succeeds doing his job.
Shaking the thoughts out of his, he quietly got out of the bed he had been resting on. The light creaking of the bed and the sound of him putting on his winter coat was the only sound filling the cabin. He opened the door and walked out. A familiar feeling sets in his chest, excitement. Something that wouldn't make a sane person happy, is making him happy. But he's not really a person, right? Nor would his actions be considered one a person would do.
The townspeople joked about this fact yet his responses seem to neither deny or confirm anything. Which only caused them to laugh, which caused him to be confused. Like everyday was a day of cultural shock! But whatever.
Walking through the snow and ice covered grass, Hiiro stared at the path ahead. The sky is dark with with the snowflakes make it difficult to see, but Hiiro is flexible. He's grown used to his temporary environment. Well, he has to. Snow never affects him, it really doesn't, but this day in specific is probably the worst weather he's ever been in for a job.
Shivering, Hiiro tries to walk faster. He heads towards the old church. The feeling is strongest there, and he knows he's never wrong when it comes to this. Smiling at the thought of finally completing his job, his walking sped up. Soon turning into a jog and into a sprint. He ran through the snow, almost falling face first into the thick sheet of grass each time but that didn't stop him.
Maybe his choice of outfit, a grey worn down button up, that he'd taken from a previous poor soul he'd had to ease. A black semi-vest that tied around his waist, but still he'd also taken that from someone previous. And normal greyish-brownish pants with a belt; repeating the pattern he'd also stolen these. And a used fur coat given to him by the townspeople.
Almost like the red-headed boy kept souvenirs of his actions. He only remembers the action done but never the person, he doesn't even remember the name of that blonde with green eyes. Though he was quite fond of that one.
It was only until he could properly see the old and worn down church that he stopped running. Not being able to stifle his smile, he walked to the entrance, about to open the door. Until he heard faint crying outside. The aura was strong, and Hiiro knew this was the right spot. Turning to look to his side he saw a boy with his legs to his chest crying.
Hiiro smiled at the sight, knowing he found the one he was supposed to find. He sighed and sat down next to the boy, allowing his back to touch the old stone of the church. Shivering at the feeling. Looking to his side, and finally taking in the boy's details. Hiiro's breath hitched. This boy was beautiful.
He had pink hair, reaching his shoulders and lavender haze eyes. His skin was smooth like porcelain. His outfit complimented his hair, all black almost like a grim reaper's outfit just more put together. Hiiro felt a heat in his chest yet he didn't know why. He's seen multiple people, many of those being attractive like the blonde with green eyes and the black haired boy with red stripes littering said hair. But out of all of them he felt something special about this one.
It felt like the snow and coldness didn't exist with him. Hiiro sat there, analyzing this boy. Almost like he didn't understand why he felt so drawn, he didn't understand his own emotions with him around yet he's only just seen him.
And he sat there. Watching this boy he just met, or seen. Said boy didn't seem to notice he was there, expected since sometimes Hiiro forgot he was there as well. Even the townspeople said he would appear out of nowhere, but this time Hiiro wanted to get noticed by this boy he was so infatuated by.
It felt like only seconds but he knew it was longer. The boy wiped his tears, How can he look so pristine doing the most mundane things? Hiiro asked himself. He quietly admired this boy.
The pink haired one of the two slowly got up and turned his head looking at his red haired companion and yelped.
"Who are you...?" The boy said, looking a bit spooked. His eyes were red but that was expected considering he had been crying for quite sometime. He backed away a little, obviously not trusting the stranger in front of him.
Hiiro stifled a laugh. This boy was cute. "My name is Hiiro, I've seen you've been in a sorrowful mood. Do you wish to talk? I've been told i put others at ease during moments of despair." Yet those same people truly do get put out of despair, only to never be able to say another word.
He can tell the boy is thinking his offer out. Which he will happily give him all of eternity to think out.
"Sure... Uhm, my name's Kohaku"
That enough was able to make his smile widen. He repositioned in a more comfortable way, while Kohaku was still more stiff. "What's wrong?" The red head asked, trying to sound as comforting as possible.
Kohaku sighs and sits back down. He doesn't know why he just accepted a stranger's request. He started to talk about his day, about how this man who was his only friend, decided to end the friendship they both held dear to their hearts. Normally he isn't this open but something about this boy keeps him in place, he just doesn't understand why Hiiro has this affect on him when they've only just met.
And Hiiro listens. By all means he listens to what the pink haired boy has to say. Kohaku takes this chance to look at Hiiro. His sense in fashion is quite odd for a place like this, he has striking blue eyes that remind him of the spring sky and red hair that remind him of flames. He was handsome. Kohaku felt his cheeks heat up as he continued to talk. He hadn't been out in the cold for long, so wasn't it too early for hyperthermia to kick in?
"And I just don't understand why someone who I thought cared about me, who actually listened to what I had to say, and who would just be around me for the sake of it... I just don't know why he would want to end our close bond... He was my friend and It felt like we would spend our lives together but it seems he had other ideas..." Kohaku explains, tears threatening to spill out once more.
Usually Hiiro doesn't mind it at all when someone who's heart broken cries, he really doesn't. But something about seeing Kohaku's beautiful lavender eyes all puffy and red because of crying makes him feel upset. Hearing Kohaku explain himself makes him upset.
"Hey, I understand you're upset.. but crying won't fix the problem, he was selfish for ending your bond so quickly. Kohaku you're a great person so you'll make more friends soon. Don't waste your energy when you can be having way more fun with someone else...!" Hiiro says. Trying to lighten up the mood with his voice. Almost like he's forgotten the fact they're in a snow storm, his coldness had been long replaced by the warmth Kohaku gives him.
"you're right.." Kohaku starts, wiping his tears. He looked really pretty with his face flushed, but Hiiro would never admit that. "I should get over it.. but that still doesn't stop the memories I made with him, those will live on for eternity... But still. I'll find someone new to make me and them happy. Just like Hadey was to me."
Hiiro wishes that person could be him.
Kohaku sighs and smiles. "Thank you, Hiiro. For listening to what I had to say. I really appreciate it, do you think.. we could maybe be friends? I heard something about a newcomer in the village that came a while ago... M' assuming that's you right?" He says, it seems his mood finally brighten up
The red head nods. But says nothing more to Kohaku. He really doesn't want to do what he has to.
Hiiro stared at Kohaku. The boy who made his cheeks flush and the boy who made him feel like the snow around them were cherry blossoms in the spring. The red head didn't understand why he feels this way, he really doesn't! Looking into Kohaku's eyes, radiating such happiness to finally have someone to talk to.
Hiiro almost felt bad.
But he knew what he had to do, he hadn't felt this hesitant about killing someone since the blondie he took care of, and even then he didn't feel this bad. He knew Kohaku was a good person. He just wanted someone to love and if only he knew if Hiiro could, he would be that person.
"who am I kidding?" Hiiro said to himself.
Sitting up, and later then helping Kohaku sit up himself. He smiled and lifted his arms in a hug. Which Kohaku happily gave him back.
"I really meant it when I said we should be friends... This gloomy village gets on my nerves, and talking to you have helped me get over Hadey..." Kohaku says. His soft voice muffled due to his mouth being on his shoulder.
That almost makes Hiiro stop.
His muscles tense. "I'm glad... You deserve a good friend; one better then Hadey. Or me." Hiiro says softly, voice filled with such warmth Kohaku could feel it in his cheeks. Hiiro had this affect on Kohaku, whenever he said something of that nature it made him feel warmer inside. Or maybe his hyperthermia was kicking in and he was just being delusional.
Hiiro kept smiling, enjoying the hug. Even when he was supposed to ease people who are heartbroken, their hugs were always the ones that held the most warmth. It's a shame the beautiful boy he was hugging was going to be left with a cold and lifeless body.
The red head knew what was to come. Waiting patiently, he stared into the distance. Until he heard it. A small cough.
He pulled away a little, "are you okay?" He asks, trying to make his voice sound warm. He faked his expression of concern. There was nothing to be concerned about when he was so used to it by now. Kohaku gasped and nodded, smiling. It didn't last long. His body jerked as his coughing fit got worse and worse. Hiiro suppressed a sigh and pulled away, gently taking Kohaku's hands off of him. Kohaku fell to the ground with a soft thump.
The minute he saw Kohaku he knew he would leave his body as it was. Nothing competes to the shame he feels for killing this poor boy. Kohaku was beautiful, so he'll die and be left beautiful. Hiiro wouldn't take anything from him. It doesn't belong to him, and he doesn't deserve it.
Red littered the snow below the pink haired boy, more and more came from his mouth. "H-Hiiro-han, help!" He said, almost close to a yell. But Hiiro knew he couldn't. Slowly, he started to turn around. And there he went back the way he came. Desperate cries for help became louder and louder. Sobs echoing in the distance but Hiiro knew if he were to turn around and help the boy he soon would meet a fate similar. Dead.
Kohaku looked at the distance, the red of Hiiro's hair getting more and more blurry as the snow fell from the dark sky. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and blood trickled down his chin. It felt like he was being torn from the inside out. It felt like something was genuinely breaking his heart. Yelps, amd screams came from his mouth, clawing at the snowy ground and at the old stone of the church, desperately trying to cling onto something as his heart is being torn into shreds. But he knew, no one was coming to save him.
Soon his vision gave out. And he saw black.
And Hiiro was forever stuck, racing into the night.