I've always thought of Shijima of only caring about herself, kind of like a cat... just going through life, accepting help if its offered but rather just going it alone. So I was interested in why she herself help Yoite during chapter 50, I'm guessing it had something to do with her own wish concerning the Shinra Banshou but... it was still interesting to come up with my own ideas.

Though I don't think I did a very good job writting out what I thought her thought process might be... hmmm..

Spoiler Alert: Chapter 50

Dislcaimer: I do not own Nabari No Ou

She longed for death. He longed to disappear. They were so different, yet so similar.

The young girl's arms swung at her side, red eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she watched the pathetic dying kira user struggle up the flight of stairs.

Why was she helping him? Because Kouichi told her to? But since when did she ever listen to that bird? She controlled her own life. No one could tell her what to do, or what not to do.

"Don't give up Yoite!" She jumped down in front of where the Kira user had collapsed on the floor, grasping at the railing in a desperate attempt to pull his body forward.

"U…uh… I can't see anything… Miharu's not here!" Yoite gasped out, his words broken and strained. Shijima looked down at him, silent for a moment. He didn't realize how lucky he was to be dying; he didn't know how much she wished they could switch places.

"Do your best, you're going to help Miharu, are you not?" Shijima asked, a strange feeling taking over her body. She wasn't sure she had ever felt this feeling before, a strange sensation. For a reason unbeknownst to her she wanted Yoite to live, as long as the Kira sucking out his life would allow, she wanted him to live long enough to get to Miharu and help him.

She couldn't remember a time she wasn't waiting for a person's inevitable death.

A spark of fire flickered in Yoite's eyes, a spark of determination. Shijima didn't know what kind of friendship those two had forged but Shijima could tell that Yoite wanted very much to help his friend.

Humans could form such interesting relationships. And Shijima had watched many times as humans overcame great obstacles to help their dear friends.

Yoite bowed his head, letting out a low "ugh" as he tried to gather the small amount of energy left to him.

The flapping of wings signaled Kouichi's return. Shijima glanced back at the bird, watching as he flapped toward her and Yoite.

She held out her arm letting Kouichi land on her forearm, his talons resting around her thin arm, careful not to hurt her.

"Hey, thanks for the hard work." Shijima smiled gently at her only constant friend.

Kouichi relayed the information he had gathered during his flight, Shijima listened intently, trying to form some small plan in her head to help. After Kouichi gave her all the information he had gleaned Shijima let him go to search for more information, turning away from the owl flying away to the dying man still on the stair case.

"So, Yoite, get up and walk." Shijima demanded. She had the strange want to see what Yoite and Miharu would do, what would happen to their doomed friendship. Though Shijima was fascinated by death and longed for it herself, she had decided to help Yoite, not just sit back and watch him die. She wanted to help him while he was alive. "Show me that you are alive."

Shijima reached out a hand toward Yoite. She was an observer; she wanted to watch the two strange boys, Yoite and Miharu, she had met, but in order to continue being an observer she would have to take a small part in helping the two along.

Yoite's eyes widened slightly at her words, staring at her outstretched hand. He grimaced, closing his eyes and shuddering, a small grunt escaping his lips. He fell forward on the stairs, clasping his hand over his face, shuddering in pain as the kira sucked more of his life out of him.

As he fell forward something slipped from one of his coat pockets bouncing on the hard ground and rolling to a stop. Yoite snapped his head upward, staring at the object in shock.

Shijima bent down and picked up the tightly wrapped candy that had fallen. "It's hard candy." She said not sure if Yoite knew what it was that had fallen. Yoite pushed himself up, slipping his hand into the pocket the candy had fallen from and drawing his hand back out, holding two more of the candies.

"I wonder if Hanabusa-san put these in…" Yoite murmured, gazing at the candies in his hand.

"Heh." Shijima chuckled, playing with the piece of candy in her hand. "Almost like a "Mother" huh?"

"Mo…ther." Yoite questioned, the word seemed foreign to him, it was strange coming out of his mouth and a look of confusion passed over his face.

Shijima watched his strange reaction to the word. But she understood how he wouldn't know what a mother was; he had been part of the Kairoushuu after all. But it would be hard for Shijima to tell him what a mother was, she had never had one. She had always been an experiment, she couldn't remember the time before that, and after she was stuck wandering the world, watching as those around her died.

"According to my observations," Shijima turned to the side unwrapping the candy and popping it into her mouth. "They think of their children first and foremost and have inclination toward fussing over them without asking for something in return." Shijima rolled the candy over her tongue, tasting its honey sweet flavor.

A mother must be wonderful to have.

"That's a "Mother""

"Mother…" Yoite repeated, holding up a piece of candy in a gloved hand.

Shijima cracked the candy in half in her teeth chewing it with her sharp teeth. Yoite slowly slipped the candy back into his pocket, his eyes seeming distant, a hint of a sad smile lifting the corner of his mouth.

Yoite pushed off the ground struggling to his feet, using the railing to support his weight. "Let's go." He said firmly, shuffling up the last step to the landing.

Shijima smirked at him and nodded.

She was an observer, but now she would help as she could. But only so she could see the end result, to see what Yoite and Miharu would do, and to see if her own wish would be fulfilled. That was why she was helping.

Yoite didn't know how lucky he was to be dying.

Yep, yep, yep! Ramble #3...