Yumiko's eyes widened for a moment before a sorrowful look came to her face. "She... Came to to talk to me." Yumiko mumbled, rubbing her shoulder. "Why am I so worried about hurting Kite all of a sudden?" Yumiko thought.
*lies down on Sadden* Sadden!!!! When are you going to tell me you wuz me? *pinchs Sadden's cheeks*
Yumiko shrugged. For some unfathomable reason, she couldn't bring herself to talk to him or go close to him. She looked at the sky, trying to figure it out. "Was it Atoli....?" She asked herself out loud.
Yumiko waved widly. She could feel her face reddened. She didn't knowwhy she was so nervous but she was. She felt uncomfortable standing for from Kite.
*throws Tomato at Sadden* Are you still bored, darling?
Yumiko ran to a staircase that lead to the roof. "He's talking with Haseo." Yumiko mumbled, before taking a deep breath. She walked up the stairs, deep in thought. When she finally got to the roof she stood in silence.
Did it happen before?
Yumiko glanced at Atoli for a moment and then spoke softer then before. "I make no promises." She took Atoli's and then twisted it before running out.
"You don't have to trust anyone," Yumiko mumbled, standing slowly. "Kite's might have a good heart but he's smart. He can solve his own problems. He's a big boy." Yumiko's back was still arched as she made her way closer to Atoli. "I'm not planning on hurting Kite...." She said, softly. She herself couldn't tell if she was telling the truth. She wasn't even sure if she loved Kite. Many times, she found herself doubting she did. What if it was just a strong attraction of liking? Sighing, Yumiko procceeded to walk right past Atoli.
*sticks out tongue at Sadden*
Ashamed, Yumiko's eyes met the ground beneath her. She felt her eyes become warm. She knew what she had done was wrong. Not matter how many times she denied it, it wouldn't go away. By the looks of it, she was the cause of Kite's pain. She shook her head, trying not to believe the truth. "It doesn't matter whether or not you can trust me with Kite's heart. It's if Kite trust me." She shut her eyes but contiued to face the ground. "I don't think what goes on between Kite and I needs to be solved by you,. Whether you're his sister or not."
Since she had beem in fantsizing about Kite, Yumiko had no time to block or run from the arrow. She was shot in the shoulder, trying hard not to scream from the throbbing. She stood still for a moment, absorbing the pain. She cringed before falling to her knees. "Why do you want me dead?!" She tried to shout. Her yell sounded more like loud whisper.
"He's crazy about me?" Yumiko asked, a hopefully look on her face. Her mind soon drifted off of her research and on to Kite. She shook her head and tried to stop thinking about him. She could feel her face reddening so she looked at the ground.
Yumiko stared at her perplexed before she finally remebered. "Oh," She mumbled. "Now I remember." She took a step away from the desk and placed her arm on one of the books. "Did Kite make you come here?"
Yumiko raised her eyebrows, slightly stunned that somebody else was in the library with her. She stood up and looked at Atoli and crossed her arms. "Do I know you?" Sheasked, trying to keep the irriation out of her voice.
*Grabs Bullet* You can't kill me! I am immortal! *does happy immortal dance*
Yumiko banged her head against the desk, displeased. She threw her arms over her head and mumbled words under her breath.
*Points* He's the guy about to commit suicide.
Yay! I'm saved! *gives Random Angel eight apples* There. And no... You must kill off a certain someone. *points at Sadden*
Yumiko had been woken up early and was now seated in the library. She sat at an oak table covered in books. A large amount of books were stacked infront of her. She had been looking for books on assassins, murders, and such. On the desk, infront of her, was a notebook and a pen. She had been writing down facts from the books, and gaining as much knowledge as she could on the subject. Feeling her hand beginning to cramp, she cracked her knuckles. She had gotten much sleep the night before and she could feel the exhaustion catching up with her. She tied her long midnight black her into a pony-tail and streched. She then reached for a book on bombs stacked on top off other books and brought it to her lap. She opened the book and began writing down what she thought was useful.
