Lol, more Ayane… not sure whether this is in character or not, but I'll work on it. Hope you enjoy!

Just tell him you're sorry and then go. It's that easy. And you should do it, considering that you were a bit of a bitch to him… well, a bit more then a bit… but then again, you do that anyway. What's so different about him? Nothing! What's gotten into you, girl??

The shinobi stared at the door. Did she really want to go ahead with this? After all, throwing a knife at him was taking it a bit far. And she, Ayane, never apologized. It was ruining her reputation. But… something inside her told her to say sorry, even though being a pain was in her list of favorite things to do for most people, with him it was different.

Why, though? He was just another ninja. She had met many of them over her lifetime, so what was the big deal? He seemed… unique though. Why she had no idea and was pondering now.

Swallowing her pride, she knocked on the door. There was no response. But if he wasn't in the hotel room, where else would he be? She knocked again. Still no answer. Maybe she had the wrong room? But she had found out the room number and everything. This was the right room, she knew it. Perhaps he was asleep? But then again, did he ever sleep? That was a question, which although sounded stupid, wasn't really. Some ninjas were always alert; she herself sometimes went for days without sleep to keep on her guard when she had to. But they had to tire sometime… she shook her head and focused her attention back on the door.

Testing the door handle softly, it was unlocked. Some security, she thought to herself. Perhaps he was waiting with a sword in hand, ready to chop off her head when she opened the door? That didn't sound overly promising. But she readied her small throwing knife and opened the door anyway, ready for battle. When a sword didn't come into her line of vision, she relaxed.

Peering around, she noticed several things. The first thing was that the hotel rooms actually differed inside. She was personally surprised. The second thing was that he did sleep, and was doing so now. Or was he?

He was sitting in a chair, eyes shut, but he didn't seem asleep. In fact, he seemed to be shivering. That struck Ayane as odd. It wasn't cold, in fact far from it. Maybe he had a fever. Not that she really cared; after all she was only here for one reason. Thinking that he would notice her, she simply stood there. Minutes passed and nothing. Losing her patience slightly, she went over to him and shoved him lightly in the arm. Still nothing. This wasn't right.

Ayane frowned, before shaking him hard enough to make the rest of the furniture in the room rattle from the effect. He opened his eyes blearily and looked at her, and she started.

The normally emotionless green eyes that were staring at her now were filled with pain, deep pure pain. It wasn't as though her shaking had exactly hurt, but now Ayane was beginning to feel as though she had interrupted him while he was in the middle of something like… she didn't know off the top of her head, but something intimate which shouldn't be interrupted, and one would feel embarrassed for walking into. That was it.

"Err, Hayabusa?" she asked questioningly. "I just wanted to come and say sorry for snapping at you like that yesterday, I was in a bad mood because of Kasumi, and I shouldn't have taken it out on you, and not that I actually mind if you're crappy about it, but... yeah, so…" she said, slightly uncomfortable. He was just staring at her! It was beginning to unnerve her. It wasn't as though it was brown eyes boring into her; green eyes just seemed to be so much more intense. "Can you please stop staring at me?" she added unsubtly.

"Sorry," he said, sighing softly and dropping his eyes. He seemed so different, even his normally confident attitude was gone, replaced by something more timid, like a child who was in trouble or something. "Don't worry about yesterday, it was alright. It doesn't matter,"

"Are you okay?" she asked. She was beginning to feel slightly concerned in spite of herself. Note the word slightly.

"I'm fine," he said. He didn't look fine, though, and that was confirmed when he stood up and had to grab at the armrests of the chair to stop from falling. "Would you like tea or something, as you're here?" he asked, steadying himself before walking across to the kitchen.

Polite, she had to give him that. "If you're offering," she said instead, seating herself at the kitchen bench.