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Chapter Eleven Fatal Sorrow


I walked away. I couldn't watch the fight, but I didn't know why. I found the room I'd
been staying in for the last week.

The only thing I was sure about was getting out of the gown. I quickly changed.

"Hayate..." I trailed, thinking of him. It was like he was back from the dead. I was happy,
but depressed at the same time.

They were fighting because of me. Hayate was hurt because of me. It was my fault. That
was too much for me to take, but it was all true.

I couldn't deal with that. I knew, even if Hayate won, we could never be together. My
father wouldn't allow it. Neither would the shinobi. I union like ours was forbidden.

Tears streamed down my face, but I was numb. I walked into the bathroom and dug
through the medicine cabinet until I found what I was looking for: a relativly sharp razor.

If we couldn't be together, I would be with no one.


Uh oh. She's not thinking what you think she's thinking, is she? Sounds that way.
Hehe. Is this story going to end sadly, or not? ONLY I KNOW!!!! BWAHAHAHAHA.
Ok I'm done.