She stared at them both as Hayate sat up slowly from the table. There was obviously a great friendship and respect there. It was sad, really. Hayate and his best friend had a better friendship then Hayate and his half-sister ever could. And that was not her fault.
She stood up abruptly, trying to clear her mixed thoughts out of her head, but found it impossible. The love of her life was lying before her, yet refused to acknowledge her? She found it pathetic that she still loved the bastard, even after everything that he had put her through. But, she couldn't change the way that her heart felt, and it had decided that it loved her half-brother.
It wasn't fair. Why couldn't Hayate and somebody else have the friendship problems? She was being a complaining, whinging bitch, she realised that, but… come on. All she wanted in life was somebody who she could trust and depend on. It sounded most unlike her, but it was true. And she wanted that person to be Hayate.
"Are you still in pain?" the soft voice of the super ninja brought her back to reality. He was touching Hayate's forehead anxiously, putting a hand on it to feel his temperature. "You're rather flushed. I'll move you to a more comfortable spot. A table isn't the best spot for having a nap on. Tell me if you're feeling unwell,"
"Gee, Ryu, you're such a mother," she said sarcastically without thinking. Both men turned to look at her then. Raising her eyebrows, she thought how odd it was considering them 'men' as such. Ninjas yes, men no. Of course, they were of the opposite gender, something which hadn't escaped her eye… for the first time, she looked at them as people rather then killing machines and saw a much different picture from the previous.
Hayate would probably be considered rather lecherous, almost, if he lived a 'normal' life. He enjoyed woman's attention, no doubt about it. She could imagine women coming up to him and commenting on his shoulder-length, golden brown hair. He looked like he would be a party person if he hadn't been destined to live a ninja's life.
Ryu on the other hand… she couldn't see him being much different from the way he was anyway. Cold, calm and indifferent to most things was the Japanese super ninja. If he lived a 'normal' life, what would he be doing? Probably something monotonous, the same thing over and over. Probably the same somewhat antisocial thing over and over. He just seemed that way inclined.
Being a ninja or kunoichi basically takes away any chances of leading what everybody else takes for granted, she thought to herself bitterly. She had always regarded it as destiny and dismissed it without further thought, but now she wasn't sure. Was there something more which she had missed? She had never been bitter about it before. But what was the point of being bitter about something that you couldn't change?
"I see you're still the same as always, Ayane," Hayate spoke up suddenly, interrupting her thoughts and making her jump and shortly glare at him for making her do so. His tone wasn't friendly.
She looked into those golden brown eyes, deeply in. She saw no compassion, no 'something extra' within them. That made her think, and think hard. What am I doing, wasting my love on this prick? I deserve better. He doesn't deserve what I can give him. And that is the truth.
"Shame, really. Kasumi should have finished you off. She can't even do that right," she retorted before storming out of the room.