Tonight was the night she told herself. Every time the clock struck closer to one nothing had changed. 'Why didn't it work this time?' She thought as she gagged over the bedside. Maybe she didn't take enough. Surely she had been close?

why couldn't she just die already?

Brushing auburn locks away from her face in guilt she mumbled quietly, "I can't even do this right...I'm a failure as a shinobi and civilians alike. I think it's time for some fresh air."

The girl knew if her grandfather found out about her attempts then she would no longer have anywhere to go except..Omoi...

Flashback:

Auburn hair in a tangled mess emptied her stomach into the sink. It was no good, nothing was working. God she was pathetic. Why couldn't she keep it together? Was she truly so weak?

A knock came , soft and hesitant to possibly disturb someone by accident. There's no one else who could knock like unless it was...

"Ano..Isane, are you okay? If not, I can go and make something to help you feel better, but what if you don't like it..and then.." He rambled on with what if's and nearly impossible scenarios.

She couldn't help but laugh weakly. "I'm okay Omoi, I'm just a little sick is all. I'll be better in a few days. Must be some sort of stomach flu or something."

Of course she felt bad about lying to him but she didn't want anyone to know why she was always so sick.

"Isane...if..if something else was wrong would you tell me...right?" His voice held uncertainty and doubt and maybe a small amount of..hope?

Sighing she resigned herself to her fate and his pained eyes staring through the door, "I..yea...I would tell you Omoi. I just don't think I'm ready to just yet."

End Flashback:

Was she really so weak? Maybe she was if she couldn't even handle something as small as an orange bottle of pills. Her hair hung loosely over her face once more as the wind blew, taking her thoughts away with it.

Forcing a smile that held a fraction of sincerity in it she made her way back inside from the porch. Opening the door she found the cold hands of depression grab her again. As quick as it came it left with a soft knock on the front door. Cracking the door open slightly so she could see the wild bleach blonde hair of Omoi standing there worriedly moving his notorious sucker around thinking he knocked too loud.

"Ano..Isane.." The force of deja vu hit her as he began to speak. She reacted the only way she could think of, she cried.

He froze unsure of how to react to the sudden tears pouring down her face. What if she pushed him away? What if she wanted him to leave? Why was she crying? Did he do something wrong? Was it because he knocked the wrong way?

"O-Omoi" She finally managed to stutter, "I'm sick..I'm tired of being sick. I don't want to be like this anymore."

The blonde blinked in surprise as he finally took in her shaking form. He frowned as he noticed he paleness and she was definitely thinner than usual.

"What's wrong..." Omoi asked as he pulled her into arms.

"Get rid of them. All of them." She begged as she clung to him like a life line. For all he really knew he might as well have been.