"As the birds chirp a happy song, I can't help but feel that they are singing in a far more down trodden tone."
Asuka didn't miss the skip of Haruka's heart as the girl jumped in her spot. If Asuka hadn't been worried about the girl, she would have laughed. Instead she offered an apology and rubbed the back of her neck nervously. She hadn't meant to startle the girl. She just wanted to make sure she was okay and doing fine. She had left the infirmary so abruptly without so much as a word other than the few she stated. Then the locked door and scent flowing through the compounds lead Asuka to believe something might have happened to the red-haired girl. Hence why she was here standing beside Yamazaki and not at the campus. She was sure that they would be fine without her for a few hours, and she wouldn't be missed. At least she didn't think she'd be missed by anyone. She was brought out of her reverie when Haruka spoke.
"I could always leave," Asuka stated, however; that statement was pushed away as Haruka grabbed her by the wrist and lead her along the driveway of a burnt down building. So, this is where the red-head lived at one point in her life. It was a bit different than what Asuka had been accustomed to growing up. With just her uncle, Hayate, and herself, there wasn't much of a house to live in to begin with. It was just a shoddy old apartment-type home that she had grown used to. Even if her uncle could have afforded a nicer place (with all the eat-outs they had), he had taught her a lesson about life. Always be grateful for what you have and take nothing for granted. She listened to Haruka before the girl told her to follow. She nodded in response and did as she was told.
Slipping in through a crack, Asuka found herself standing next to Haruka in the burnt down place. It seemed that it had been a long time since the fire. The cinders could no longer be smelled, however; there was still the faint aroma of death in the home. Although it wasn't a physical death, the scent was just trying to tell it's story. Asuka frowned as she rummaged through, trying not to step in a place where the wood might cave in. If it did, she'd be in for a fall. The home seemed to have been beautiful at once as Asuka took in the architecture. It was laid out rather well, however; by now you'd barely be able to tell anything apart thanks to the black soot. Why hadn't this place been rebuilt? Had Haruka's parents perished in this place? Asuka glanced at the red-head and frowned. Why would she want to come back to this place if it would only bring back those kind of memories?
Was she here fo a completely different reason? It didn't matter to Asuka, but if this was something Haruka wanted to do, then she could do one of two things. She could either leave the red-head to her own accord, or she could help the girl face her demons. She'd stay and help the girl face her demons. After all, it was easier when there was someone there to support you. Without some sort of support, anyone, no matter how strong they were, would eventually crumble and fall. And since Haruka was her friend, she would be that support beam for her, whether she wanted it or not. Asuka wasn't going to take no for an answer.