"I really don't think you want to do that." A soft, sultry voice floats across the vast expanse of space between them. She turns slightly, brown eyes wide.

"What do you mean?"

He smiles slyly, nodding towards the small girl's fingers which are outstretched towards the fairly large shelf in front of her. Her white-tipped nails are mere centimeters away from a worn out spine of a book. "He's like a vampire," Shisui explains, wiggling his fingers at her for emphasis, "He knows everything that goes on in this room. It's quite creepy, actually."

She blinks at him owlishly, hand slowly lowering back to her side. Her eyes dart back to the book she'd been about to pick up and she shoots it a mildly forlorn look.

"What's wrong, Juliet?" His breath fans out across her neck, seeping through the thin shirt that covers her shoulders.

She scowls slightly, absently, "I wish you wouldn't call me that."

His lips twitch into an adorable Uchiha-worthy pout. Before he can say anything more, or try to defend the nickname he'd donned upon her, she moves away from his person and stalks towards the ebony-sheeted bed. She takes a seat on the very edge of the bed. A small frown works its way on to the elder Uchiha's face.

Carefully, he takes a few steps forward, making sure to keep a small amount of distance between the two, lest he frighten her away. "What's wrong?"

Her eyes dart to his, gazes locking firmly. An overpowering sense of sadness washes through him, almost rocking him back on his feet. His frown deepens. Unshed tears glisten against pools of amber brown.

"I'm so lonely..."