Chapter 4: Capture, flight.

Although she knew it by heart, she had never told anyone, not even Kudo – firstly, because she used to believe it had been changed. But now that didn't seem as probable, did it?

Her trembling fingers dialed the phone number and the palm of her hand hurried to cover the microphone. Only a few seconds passed by before she could hear the clacking sound of the telephone at the other side being picked up.


Her heart skipped a beat. That voice… It had been so awfully long…

'Hello? Who is it?'

She hung up. Had she wanted to say anything at all, how could she have done it, with such a bond in her throat? A handful of tears fell silently down her face.

She had heard Gin's voice once more. Her cheeks blushed, but she did not know whether out of excitement or shame. One way or another, it was enough for her. Aiming to achieve anything more could only end in pain and disappointment.

When she stopped crying, she walked out of the telephone booth and onto the crowded street. The evening was chilly and damp.

Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind,

But as for me, alas, I may no more;

The vain travail hath wearied me so sore,

I am of them that furthest come behind.

Sir Thomas Wyatt

Extra disclaimer

The poem reproduced here, known as "Whoso List to Hunt", was written by Sir Thomas Wyatt. It is in the public domain, though, because its author died centuries ago.

And yes, that poem is where the title of the fic came from.

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