As she walked quickly towards the training room, she felt for her bun. One by one, she began extracting the needles that held it up and by the time she reached the room, all the lethal needles were in her palm and her hair tumbled down her shoulder in loose red curls.

Entering the room, she pulled out a new set of gloves and put them on. Then, she began hiding the senbon in the cloth, but not far in enough to hurt her skin. Looking up to face him, she nodded as if to say 'I'm listening.'

Oh great. He didn't know why he wanted to talk to her. Shaking her head dissapointedly, she made to leave the room when she heard his voice. She halted and faced him again. Pulling out her kunai, she twirled it around her fingers boredly for a moment before turning towards the target board. Moving her wrist quickly, she smiled as her knife hit the center of the board.

"I care," she started. "About whether or not I can trust you with my life." Or my heart, she added silently. He didn't care Yagami that way, or so he claimed. She didn't move very much but simply stared at him with unwavering hazel eyes.

"What are you trying to prove?" she asked quietly. "She obviously likes you, and you've known her forever. Why are you apologizing to me?" Because she needed to know. He couldn't string her along like some puppet that would bend to his every want or need. She wasn't that kind of person. She was a hunter, she slayed demons every other day. It wasn't a life where you coud afford to let your guard down.