Requested by: AikoPotatozz
Now playing: Mr. Loverman by Ricky Montgomery (slowed + reverb)

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Hanma had been staring at a girl in the club for quite some time now.

He swirled the drink he ordered in his hands, gaze intent on the female not far from where he's at. He knows that she knows he's staring at her and yet, she didn't say anything.

He just kept his gaze at her, quietly sipping on his drink. He didn't know whether it was the effect of the drink on him or if she's really there.

(Y/N) (L/N).

"... I'm Mr. Loverman..."

Hanma peeked from a tree near the riverbank only to see a (h/c) haired girl sprawled out on the grassy bank. He'd been wondering about who was singing such song earlier, and now he got his answer.

He wondered about why she's laying down on such place, looking up at the sky without any emotion. She just sang the said song in little phrases, each line coming out of her lips sounding sadder than the last.

"And I..." the girl paused, looked around for a bit until her eyes darted to Hanma. "Miss my lover, man..."

The boy didn't have time to react as he just watched her sing the last part, looking directly in his eyes. She knew she got caught by him but it seems that she doesn't care.

She didn't even get up.

"Who are you?" the girl queried, sounding bored.

"Me?" he asked, skeptical.

"Of course you. Why, is there another brat here?" she asked.

The way she talked made him think that she's older than him, although she looks way younger.

He chuckled a bit before walking over to her, sitting next to her.

"Oi, you're a brat too you know." Hanma claimed.

The girl just looked at him, disinterested.

"Can you leave now? I can't sing properly when people are around." she stated, getting up a bit and leaning on her elbows to do so.

He looked at her, a smile on his face.

"I like the way you sing."

He approached the woman he'd been staring at, much to Kisaki's amusement. Instead, he leaned back and sipped his drink, watching his... Accomplice.

Hanma made his way to the girl, only looking at nothing but her. Once he's near enough, she turned around to see him, just as he expected. He looked straight into her eyes, wanting to know if she still felt the same for him after all those years.

"Hello. Mind if I join you?" he asked, nervous.

The girl looked at him and smiled, something he never saw in such a long time.

"Sure. No problem." the woman spoke.

He sat beside her, contemplating thoughts on what to say to her after all those years apart. She looked more mature now. And she definitely sounds different. Way happier than how she sounded like when they were still young.

But something tells him that she's changed way more.

"You look so familiar..." the girl mumbled, studying his face thoroughly.

He smiled to himself, the club lights dancing around both of their faces. Surely she'd remember him. She has to. All those years spent together surely had to mean something even for her.

Cause it meant almost everything to him.

"Oh I do?" he jokingly stated, sipping on his drink. "Maybe it's just because of the lights."

He heard the girl muffle her giggle, obviously drunk. "Yeah... Maybe it is because of the lights..."

"The ways in which..." (Y/N) sang, still in the same spot on the riverbank.

"You talk to me..." Hanma continued, singing along with her in a low voice.

(Y/N) paid no mind to him as she just stared at his face, immediately closing her mouth. She huffed, seemingly annoyed.

"You again huh..." she mumbled.

She hasn't been very friendly with him for the last days that they've spent in the riverbank together but yet here he is, still going there everyday. He didn't know why but the girl just piqued his interest. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Yeah. It's me. Why, aren't you glad to see me now?" he joked, smirking.

The girl just looked at him, still with the same bored expression. "Nope. Never was."

Hanma clutched his chest, pretending to be hurt. "Ow that hurts..."

"Don't care." the girl deadpanned, now looking at the sky.

Silence reigned for a few moments, both kids lost in thought.

Hanma wondered why the girl was here all the time, or why they didn't even bother to introduce themselves to each other. He wondered why no one seemed like they were looking for her and even so, why does she look like she doesn't care about anything at all?

She looks empty.

"Hey, you've been in here these past few days. Aren't your parents worried about you or something?" he asked, looking at the water.

The girl looked annoyed at his question, once again using her elbows to lean up a bit. "What kind of a stupid question is that?"

"Why not answer it?" he asked, looking at her.

"Tch... What about you?" she frowned.

"Look at that, you're finally showing some emotion. Not the good ones though but eh..." he pointed out, dodging the question she hurled his way.

"Huh... Brat." she mumbled.

Hanma watched the female as she hung her head low, looking like she's dozed off already.

"You know, my head hurts like hell right now..." she started, lifting her head a bit to look at him in his eyes.

His heart raced once he saw her state, obviously drunk with some of her hair turning messy and sticking in front of her face. Her eyes glimmered with what looked to be curiousness, shining even though the club lighting seemed dim.

"Well then, it might be time for you to stop drinking huh?" he asked, not wanting to sound worried.

"Nope. Maybe later though. The drinks in here are awesome." she giggled again, making the said male sweat drop.

"Does your head still hurt?" he inquired.

The girl looked at her, eyes wide.

Hanma knew that expression all too well. He used to see that whenever he'd thank her, compliment her and even ask about how she's feeling.

"Huh... You literally remind me of someone. I can't remember who though....." she trailed off, now leaning against the seat.

"I'm Hanma Shuuji."

"I'm Hanma Shuuji. What's your name?" Hanma asked, looking at the girl beside him.

"Is it important?" the girl asked back.

"Yeah. After all, it's been a few weeks already." he stated.

"Few weeks huh..." the girl muttered, picking up a blade of grass and just casually throwing it. "Well, since you said so, I guess I have no choice right?"

"Mhm."

"(L/N) (Y/N)."

"Hanma Shuuji... Wow even your name sounds so familiar..." the woman mumbled. "My head's killing me."

Hanma just chuckled at her response, not knowing whether she was just toying with him or if she really forgot about him. Either way, he doesn't mind, as long as he still gets the chance of conversing with her.

"How about you? What's your name?" he asked.

"Oh my name? Right, right... It's uh.. (L/N) (Y/N)." she stated. "Nice to meet you Hanma-san."

"Same to you too."

His hopes fell down, seeing as she doesn't seem to remember him anymore.

Her head hurts simply because he came up and talked to her.

"Oi brat... You're sitting on my jacket." the girl mumbled.

"I know. If you stop calling me brat, I guess I'll sit somewhere other than your jacket." he stated. "Besides, you're a brat too, you know."

She just looked at her for a few moments before huffing. "Fine."

Hanma shifted a little, now sitting on the grass. He looked at her with a smirk on his face, the girl's expression, calm.

"You look less bored nowadays. Is it because of me?" he asked cheekily.

The girl looked at him in disbelief before looking up at the sky. "Nope. It's cause I'm busy packing my stuff, you see."

Hanma's ears perked up at hearing her statement. "Packing? What for?"

Her eyes shifted to his, what looked to be sadness evident in them. "They're sending me back to the orphanage."

"Oh."

He could only mutter that response, too busy thinking about what's happen to him when she's gone. He knew he liked her, right from the first time he heard her sing.

"Let's sing. It'll be the first time and the last time we'll sing together." she proposed.

"Sing? You mean the same song again?" he asked her. He surely memorized the song now, not knowing how many times he had heard her sing  it already.

"Yeah. I'll be... I'll be gone tomorrow, you see." she smiled.

Hanma didn't know how to react to the fact that he finally saw her smile. But it was far from the smiles of other children, no.

Her smile, mixed with what looked to be tears on the corners of her eyes confused him.

"Hey, are you... Are you crying?" he asked, feeling his own eyes water.

"Nope. I never cry." she stated, wiping her eyes with her sleeves.

"Yes you do. You're wiping your face right now." he mumbled, also wiping his own eyes.

"Let's just sing together. I'm sure after this, I'll be going home and... I don't think I'll see you again after that, brat." she stated, smiling again despite the tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Sure.." he sniffled, helping her wipe her cheeks. "You start...brat."

The girl stared at Hanma's features, admiring the handsome view before her.

He seems to know her, and she seems to feel something from him. She didn't know why but at that point, her headache got worse whenever he spoke. Little flashes of what seemed to be two kids singing her favorite song together flooded her mind.

"I'm Mr. Loverman..." Hanma sang lowly, although quite audible for her.

Even the club music sounded so slow and quiet.

"And I miss my lover, man." she sang along, giggling as she did so. "What a coincidence. I like that song."

"I can see that." he chuckled, trying hard not to show her that he knew.

His heart broke slowly, wondering if she was just too drunk to remember him or if she totally forgot about him.

About them.

He can't blame her though. It's been too long.

"So what now?" Hanma asked, looking at the girl sitting beside him.

They had just finished singing the song together, the sun beginning to set already.

"I... This'll be our last time to talk to each other, I think." she stated.

"I'm sure I'll see you again. I'll see to it." he spoke, watching the sunset with her.

"Yeah. You know what?" she smiled again.

"What?"

"Let's meet again in a perfect day."

It's been a good few days since he met (Y/N) again, the thoughts of her still running around his mind. He walked casually, clearly not mindful of what was to happen.

A loud sound echoed throughout the place, screams of terror following it.

Hanma dropped dead to the hard concrete, laying in a pool of his own blood.

The people witnessing the scene panicked, some calling the police while some fleeing from the situation.

A woman watched from afar, finally letting go of the sniper she used to assassinate the said man. She had been ordered to, and she couldn't refuse.

Even though she felt something for him.

Even though she liked his company back at the club.

Even though her heart stung when she pulled the trigger.

Even though tears are falling down her cheeks.

She wiped her cheeks, confused as to why she's crying. She's never experienced crying before and she didn't know what to do. She stayed still for a moment, not knowing why she felt like her chest was going to burst or why the endless tears were rolling down only for her to wipe off.

Her phone rang and she picked it up, seeing the caller ID of her employer. As she answered, she couldn't help but look away.

"Done."

Hanma looked at the girl's figure walking away, clearly wiping her cheeks as she shook while walking, crying all the way home.

He wanted to go after her and tell her it's alright, that they're still gonna see each other but he couldn't. More like he shouldn't.

She said it clearly before walking away, that she wanted to see him on a perfect day.

He stopped himself from crying before gathering up his courage and yelled, "DON'T FORGET ME (Y/N)!"

Then, as if by surprise, the girl turned around and grinned, eyes closed with tear-stained cheeks.

"I WON'T!!!"

She then waved at him, the wind rustling around them, a few flowers falling from the trees.

They looked at each others eyes for a bit, clearly too attached. Hanma wanted to hug her for the first time but he stopped himself as she turned back again, walking.

He wiped his eyes as he looked up, smiling at himself.

He knew why she wanted to meet him on a perfect day. He knew exactly why.

Because they also met in a perfect day.