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She opened her eyes, now fully in control of her body. The last two days slipped her mind and she didn't care to remember them. She stood, knocking off the covers as she did so. For the past two days, she let her primal side take control, and that freedom was as terrifying as it was exhilarating. It was something she was ashamed of, merely because she enjoyed it, enjoyed that senseless waste of life. She'd not torched any houses though. Of that, she was sure.

Grinning like a fool, she took a shower. The water cascaded over her body, making her bare skin glisten and shine. Stepping out, still wearing that grin, she dried herself and dressed. Recognizing her clothing only as leather, she made her way to her brother's room. As she neared, the smile slowly slipped away and her thoughts gradually fell to the events that had caused her brother to sleep as he did.

Yugi Mutou had indeed beaten her brother. Nevertheless, that hadn't caused him to have that cataclysmic attack. Whatever had happened, happened while she wasn't here. Sighing, she opened the door that led to her brother's room. His white hair lay spread around his face, spread in an arc around his head. She walked over to the bedside, her back straight, and her eyes focused on the movement of his chest, up and down, up and down, never changing.

She sat beside him, in a chair near to the bed, and placed a hand on his arm. She felt the blood surging through his veins. It was a healthy rate, and she moved her hand back to her lap. Just because she didn't like her brother, didn't mean she didn't love him. He was the only relative she had living, and she owed him her life more than once. He'd been the one to save her during the clash of the clans. She owed him big-time for that.

She blinked as she thought she saw movement. Giving it to nerves and a weakened emotional barrier, she dismissed it. She did until it happened again. His fingers flexed. She was sure of it, positive. Calling for Crochett, she gripped his hand in hers. The fingers gripped her, weakly but yes. She felt tears spring to her eyes, but they wouldn't fall, no, if her brother just even saw what was in her eyes, he'd be shocked. She'd let him.

She wasn't a lone wolf any longer.