[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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[am_i_even_alive]

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!

[am_i_even_alive]

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?