I stare at my hands and I wonder.

I look towards my sister and I frown.

She is so young, so small and helpless and what can I do for her but this? She knows one of my hidden things and she begs me for a favor, for help, to make her happy.

I reach out for her and pull her to me, her head meeting with my chest as I hold her close. I know I'll do it, I know I'll give in, I know I'll sacrifice this for her.

I know I'll cut the threads.

And so I do.

I cut the red string which leads from my wrist to the bedroom window to the south side of the village to the Uchiha District and I cut the red string which leads from her wrist to the bedroom window to the east side of the village to the flower shop.

I tie my thread to the one leading to the Yamanaka and I tie her thread to the one leading to the Uchiha and I smile tightly to the too-small girl before me who stares at me, wide-eyed.

"Onee—"

"All done, Saku."

"But— You—"

"Yep. Me."

"He was your—"

"Not anymore."

I ruffle her hair and it makes her shoulders relax just a bit but she still looks at me as if I've committed a great sin for her and I suppose I have.