[Open] Dying seems less sad than having lived too little..

[am_i_even_alive]

Characters: Yoite and [you?]

Setting/Location: one of the kitchen areas, he's not even sure himself.

Date & Time: day 5

Warnings: blood and possible crippling pain. You might be attacked so be prepared if you tag this.

Summary: Yoite has worked out that Miharu is gone. He cant feel him any more. He's annoyed, heartbroken and on the verge of

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[anmitsucherry]

Sakura had seen blood before, many times. She'd seen people still animated while being completely dead, before. Of course, it wasn't that they'd come back to life; they were merely some sort of puppet. This however, was a little different.

Someone who was still giving off their own life-chakra, however weak, moving around the kitchen. Looking for food. The boy was dying! And didn't she know this dying boy? Yeah, she did. That Yoite boy who had collapsed from internal injuries less than a week ago. Sakura had been feeling mildly woozy by the time she'd meandered to the kitchen, looking for milk or water or something-- But now..

"...Yoite?" That was his name, wasn't it, Sakura was almost sure of it. But he was hurt, again, quite obviously worse than before. What was he doing? He should have been in a hospital, even the med room, not out searching the cupboards and bleeding everywhere. Darting across the kitchen was tricky with her equilibrium still out of whack, but if she could get close, she'd want to ... you know. Try and get him back to the medical room.

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There was no use talking to him Sakura, not unless you're going to face him while doing so that is, the boy could hardly hear a thing. His sight was faint and failing fast too as he was knocking things over, left, right and centre.

Pulling a chair out that he'd found so that he was able to reach there was something up there that had caught the light and reflected, catching Yoite's attention. Maybe it was a cake tin? So the weak boy was clambering up onto the chair, wobbling as he felt out for the tin, knees buckling a little ... it was clear he was going to fall over.

[anmitsucherry]

Woozy or not, Sakura could see danger when it was about to happen. Whatever the hell he was after, she hadn't a clue, but he was wobbling precariously atop a chair. That screamed unsafe. And what the hell, hadn't he heard her? It wasn't like she'd been whispering. Sorry Yoite, but Sakura doesn't know all of the ailments you've managed to wrack up.

Sakura darted forward again, one hand glazing over the counters as she went, keeping her own balance. Should Yoite fall, she would make sure to catch him, or at least break his fall with herself. But should she get there before he might, she'd grab his waist to keep him steady.

"What are you doing?"

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Yoite couldn't taste or smell at all any more, he'd remained almost unaffected by the effects some caravan goers had been experiencing over the last few days. There was already so much sickness inside the boy that some illness side effects swamped out the others. Sakura would have to talk up, or at least be close enough for Yoite to lip read, and I mean close seeing as, well .. he could hardly see at all.

He felt that hand to his wrist and even though Sakura was what some would have called a friend by now for having helped him in the past, Yoite couldn't make out her face, he had no idea who she was at the second, all he knew was that someone was grabbing him. Miharu had vanished, Yoite assumed he'd just forgotten him and found his way back home, back to the other ninja's and that he was no longer needed. So ... without Miharu around as his reason to live, Yoite was a bit more trigger happy with that finger of his.

Turning suddenly and pointing a finger at Sakura, curling the bottom three digits in as his index aimed at her chest. Sorry Sakura, that crippling feeling that you can feel gripping, squeezing and snapping at your insides? that's Yoite's technique, Kira.

[anmitsucherry]

Well. So much for being helpful. The pain shot through her chest, as if she'd just been struck by one of Naruto's Rasengan; sharp, painful, and oddly... constricting. Sakura's hold dropped immediately, limbs freezing up in agony as she stumbled back. It hurt. A lot. And she had a feeling it could get a lot worse.

"Y-Yoite! I-It's me, Sakura!" She's really shouting, both between pained growls, desperately trying to writhe away the sharp pain, loosen the constriction on her innards. She'd never felt anything like this before, it had to be some sort of genjutsu.. He had only pointed at her for goodness sake!

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Sakura? ... Yoite knew that name. Wincing his eye as all he could catch was the faint outline of a female frame, a flash of pink hair. His eyes grew large. Despite her having gave her name, he thought for a moment that he had attacked Raiko.

Dropping his hand by his side, his head followed soon and that trademark flat cap of his dropped to the floor, long thing hair spilled out in a wave of inky black silk. Soon he fell to the floor, to his knees clutching his head as he trembled. He was fast losing it, losing his reason of being here. To attack someone whom had shown him such kindness?