Nanashi jumped awake, hearing a loud banging noise and sensing quick movement next to her. She woke with disorienting shock, blinking several times as she sat up on hers and Hiei's bed, in their rooms. She looked up and watched as Hiei was moving off the bed and into their main room. He still was not clothed, being the first thought that registered to her. She pulled herself out of bed at that thought, raising up on shaky feet. She heard hushed voices of Hiei and someone else she could not place. She stepped gingerly toward their main room. Hiei rushed by her in a shocked state, making for his wardrobe. He yanked clothes out of there, pulling them on in a wordless rush.

Nanashi leaned against the door frame, breathing heavily. She closed her eyes. "Go back to sleep," Hiei told her, taking her hand in his to guide her back to the bed. "You should be resting still."

He was walking too fast for her, making her stumble. "Why... no.. what's going on?" she asked, trying to dig in her heels. That stopped him. He went stiff, not looking at her. "What's going on?" she pressed softly.

"Mukuro's funeral," he answered. "Funeral pyre."

Nanashi felt her eyes sting, free hand coming to her mouth. She felt shock coursing through her. It was all she could do not to cry then and there. She merely tugged at his hand, leading him towards the door way of their rooms. It was her turned to lead. She felt exhaustion weary in her bones, steps slow and sluggish. Her hand stayed rooted in his though, tugging him along with looking behind her.

She followed along with the others in the hallways down out to the front of the main yard. She saw Kirin already had the funeral pyre set up, but unlit before them. She saw the nannies with the twins, feeling a huge wave of guilt and neglect for that. She moved towards them, pulling Hiei along with her yet. She dropped his hand when she stopped. She scooped up Izo from his nanny, pulling him into her arms and holding him close. He was awake but calm, head resting against her neck. His coldness seem to awaken her. His hand slipped down to rest on the center of her chest, making her feel a wave of coolness and comfort wash into her, both her chest, but extending up into her head as well. She hardly felt tired anymore.

She saw the other nanny pass the sleeping Hikari over to Hiei on her own volition. He took her without complaint, holding her stiffly. She would impede him running away, that was for certain.

Nanashi kept silent in the back, watching Kirin speak and then light the pyre. She held Izo close, feeling him fall asleep against her chest. It was over so fast, leaving Nanashi to wonder if that was it.

When Hiei stepped towards the castle with Hikari still in his arms, Nanashi and the nannies following suit. He lead the lot of them to the twins' rooms, dismissing the nannies for now and putting Hikari to bed. Nanashi did the same for Izo, unsure what else to do.

When they were finished, Hiei turned to Nanashi, looking suddenly flustered and incised. He shoved her back towards the couch at the other side of the nursery from.

He brought his hands around her, standing over her. "You were the last one to speak with her alive. What did you say?"

"I..." she started, wondering slowing at what he was pushing at. "I gave you those memories, didn't you see them all." She thought back slowly over she and Lord Mukuro last talked about. Her stomach sank as she recalled Lord Mukuro throwing her secret about Jin right in her face. She had not locked that one away with the others. That might be what so suddenly had him incised.

"No, you didn't," he answered. "Only memories that have been slept on can be shared. None from when you woke up were shared. Nor were mine." She felt herself relax a little, in spite of his close proximity. "Show me." She shook her head, not liking that idea. He would see. He would about Jin. She could not let that happen. "Nishi," he whispered in a tight voice. She closed her eyes, speaking fast, recounting all the details except the reveal of her secret. He pulled back from her, straightening up. "She picked a fight with you," was all he said. There was no energy in his voice.

He sighed over her, bending down and kissing her unexpectedly. "Your memories..." she said, not sure how to finish that sentence.

His hand came to her hair, brushing a few stray hairs away from her face. "Your memories," he answered.

She felt his hands come around her neck so suddenly, she flinched in panic. He moved on in spite her reaction, tying a long cord around her neck. She felt something small and hard plop against her chest. He stepped away from her. She looked down at her chest, seeing a tiny, ice blue gem.

She stared at it, at a loss for words. "You found it?" her mouth stumbled over the words. She then remembered his memories, her memories now. She brought her hand up, wrapping it around the tear gem. Lord Mukuro used to wear it hidden around her neck. When he found out, it was continued on with his permission. "You took it back?"

"During the fight," he answered. "Pocketed it."

"She could have stolen it back," she thought out loud. "When you were unconscious..." She wondered if that was what incised Lord Mukuro against her, pushing her over the edge of her desire to fight with her.

"She didn't," he shook his head. "It's yours. Keep it covered up."

She pulled her hand around the tear gem, tucking into her shirt. It rested coolly against the center of her chest.