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Whoosh.
Just missed her. A centimetre either side and it would have hit her. They would have caught her, for sure. And yet, she didn't care as much as she might have before. A hair-ribbon seemed like such a small sacrifice in the game of life she was currently ensnared in.
And yet, in a few seconds, they had gone, as quickly as they had come. Perhaps hiding in shrubs until she fatally let her guard down. Perhaps they had truly retired… for now. She was still on alert. She had to be. Her life depended on it.
Hayate. The reason behind this madness. She had been young and naïve back then, wanting Hayate to come back, everything to be the same as it had been... she had been foolish. Still young now, but naïve no longer. Her brother and her clan were hunting her; it was becoming a near-daily routine for her to kill her own brethren. No, one could call Kasumi many things; yet naïve was not one of them.
She longed to be that young girl again. That young girl with a dream, her hopes for the future. But she knew it was never to be.
A single tear dripped down her cheek, surprising her. Funny, she had thought she was past shedding tears over Hayate; that dream that she could never obtain. She wanted him back. She wanted things to be the same.
She wanted the impossible, and she knew it.
The surprising tears were distracting. Distracting her from what she should have been worried, the great game of life, the rustle of bushes behind, the sense of impending doom.
The way of the shinobi was harsh. For those that were destined to follow the path, it would not only be dreams that would be extinguished.
