An arm lashed out and caught Amaya's wrist before she could land the deathblow. Rage looked down at the short kunoichi with stern resolve in his dark-amber eyes.

"What's going on here?" Scythe demanded, lighting down along with Awaji and Vell. The little boy ran to the girl poised over the body of some broken dying person.

Awaji looked up at her blue-green eyes - though with his eyes closed, most wouldn't think he was actually looking. "Lady?" he asked meekly.

Vell, meanwhile, was taken in by the ragtag group. They look like they've been chewed up and spat back out, he observed, ears flattening.

Looking to the blue haired beauty, Scythe's eyes had drained of amusement and were instead sharp with demand. "Well?"

"Scythe-senpai, there's genjutsu here," Awaji squeaked suddenly, sounding alarmed. The purple haired girl he was next to had a katana in her hands. And it was aimed just so that it would run straight through the dying boy's heart.

There was no stopping Yuki. Regardless of the newcomers, the thin girl plunged the blade down into her brother's heart, triggering a cruel and satisfied laugh. The katana slid through the dying man effortlessly, slicing through his mottled skin, through his muscle, through his barely beating heart, and through to the rubble on the other side. His skin was faded and dreadfully pale, his life slipping away.

And so, with the deed done, Aosora released the genjutsu, ignoring the newcomers and listening contentedly as Yuki gave out a bloodcurdling scream. The woman smiled, opening her other eye and placing her bloodied hand on her hip. She let out a cackle and finally said, "We were sent on a mission to capture the boy that girl killed. He was a colleague of Orochimaru's. Isn't it natural to just kill him?"

Yuki sat there, her hands gripping and sliding down the shining blade, screaming and crying like an idiot. Yasuo was dead. But how? How was he- No... No, no, no! She killed him... Her body trembled and shook as the full realization of this act hit her. "Yasuo! No...I'm sorry...I'm so...I'm so sorry!" she squealed through whimpers and tears, collapsing on top of her brother.

How could she kill her own brother? How could he destroy what family she had left? How...? She cried and cried hard. He was dead... Her hands stung and her face was swollen and she sensed strangers and a vaguely familiar scent close by, but still. None of it could distract her. She banged her bleeding hands on her already throbbing head, crying and screaming and hoping for it to all go away.

"Yuki, enough!" Amaya shouted, appearing beside her. She rested her arms around her friend's shoulders and held her, glaring out at Aosora and the newcomers. "Naruro, Sakura, we have to get Yuki out of here." Looking on at the teams she was with, she took a double take, barely remembering that Hinata and Shino had come with. They were always so quiet. She took a deep breath, patting Yuki's trembling back. "Hinata, Shino, take Kiba and go. And you, you miserable whore of a woman, get Yuki's brother and take him back to Tsunade." She ended sharply, pulling Yuki up.

The girl only whimpered and continued to sob, her face bloody and puffy. "H-he's dead... I wanna go home..." She cried, looking down and pulling on her long purple hair. "Please...take me home...t-to Kakashi..."

Amaya nodded and pulled her best friend against her, holding her tightly.