They fight all the time. It’s in their nature, it’s how they communicate. They don’t speak to each other, they bicker with each other. They don’t talk, they argue. Kicks and shoves are far more common than hugs, but at least it’s done with a smile. They don’t really mean any harm, no true ill-intent behind barbed words.
Except for this time.
“You didn’t even ask me!” Hikaru shouts, and rather than drawing in close he pulls away, turns his back towards her.
Because he knows she will yank him around, demand he look her in the face.
“It wasn’t your decision to make!” Haru screams back, hand fisted in his obnoxiously yellow shirt so he can’t run away.
“He was mine before he was ever yours!” His own hand grips tightly around her wrist, squeezing, and no doubt there will be a bruise there tomorrow.
“Sai was his own person, you have no claim over–”
“He was my friend–”
“He was my friend, too!” She cries out, because surely there is no other word for it; for this raw empty feeling scraping it’s way out of her throat, burning in her eyes.
Hikaru, too, is crying, tears dripping wetly down his cheeks, to his chin.
There is no silence between them, even now, when they are angry and have no words. There are the sobs of their mutual mourning, which gradually transform in hysterical laughter. Guffaws wracking their lungs and aches in their ribs so strong they have to lean against each other to stay standing.
They must look like a couple of lunatics, laughing and crying in the middle of the sidewalk.
“He was my friend and he didn’t even say goodbye,” Hikaru says, finally, somber and silent and lost.
It’s the medium in Haru that makes her say, “He knew that in you his purpose was fulfilled,” but it’s the friend Haru that says, “He was proud of you, Hikaru, so proud. But he needed to go while he still had the ability to choose for himself.”
And while I was still around to help him move on, she doesn’t say.
“Let go of my shirt,” Hikaru mutters, wiping at his face with his arm.
“Let go of my wrist,” Haru shoots back, suddenly drained. When he does, she rotates her hand gently, wincing at the pins and needles and the rushing blood of injury, “You asshole, this is going to bruise. I’m going to look so unprofessional tomorrow. Ugh, as if I didn’t already have problems with them taking me seriously.” She grumbles, thinking of her upcoming job with an actual police task force.
“Sorry,” Hikaru says, sincerely enough that she is mollified. He looks away, guiltily.
“Hey,” Haru says, bumping her shoulder roughly against his. Now that he’s taller than her, it doesn’t knock him over like it used to, but it gets him to sway and look up at her startled, “You’re my friend even if you are an asshole. Actually… you’re probably my friend because you’re an asshole.”
Hikaru make a face at her, before nudging her back in agreement.
“Sai was my friend, too, and I’m sorry that I’m part of the reason he’s not around anymore. But he asked me, and I couldn’t say no,” Haru braces herself for a second round of fighting, but it doesn’t come.
Instead, Hikaru is smiling, sideways and soft and sad but still smiling, “We can miss him together. For the rest of our lives, until we meet up with him again,” he says, and that’s so like him that Haru doesn’t have the heart to tell him that it’ll be a lot sooner for her than for him.
That’s what happens when you join a task force to catch a killer.
A/N: Some (En)Closure drabble, from way into the future. Because Sai has two seers he doesn’t just drift away like in canon (because of Hikaru’s neglect) but he does have to leave at some point. And better when there’s a medium who can help him move on rather than have him just fade away–or worse, stay and fester and become an evil spirit.
Yeah, Haru’s going to die during the events of Death Note. Like, the ghosts of all those people Light killed tell her he’s the one but she’s nowhere near genius level enough to play the mind games he does with L so just because she knows doesn’t mean she’ll be able to win.
And as a medium, she probably knows her death is impending.
Well… I didn’t really mean for this to be so gloomy. Actually, I was listening to the VideoGameRemixes version of Love Like You on repeat while I was writing this so… I have no idea why it’s this kind of tone.