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Slowly, I opened my eyes. Small bits of sunlight filtered in through my tent. Instantly, I was overwhelmed with the smell of dog.

Akumaru whimpered happily and licked my face. A shadow of a smile appeared for a moment.

Then my arm started aching awfully.

"Shit." I mumbled, rolling up my sleeve.

I then cursed again. My arm was bandaged...which means...SHIT KIBA WAS HERE AND NOT ONLY DID HE SEE ME LOSING IT, HE FREAKING BANDAGED MY WOUNDS.

Just then, Kiba opened the flap of my tent.

"Oh, hay you're awake." He said quietly.

I averted my gaze and stared at Akumaru. "Yeah."

It was quiet for several moments. The akwardness of it all made me want to die even more than I already wanted to.

"I erm, made breakfast." He said, sitting down and holding out a rice ball for me to take.

"Thanks." I mumbled, taking the food.

He leaned up against Akumaru and quietly ate his food while I waited. I waited for him to say SOMETHING about last night...

But he didn't. He just sat there like nothing had happened.

"If we leave in about an hour, we shoud make it to Mr. Moriyama's village before sundown." Kiba spoke, freeing me from my thoughts.

"Sounds good." I replied.

We then went back to eating in silence.

But it was too much for me.

"Hay, erm, Kiba..." I started, not exactly sure what to say.

He looked me dead in the eyes.

My nerves made me stutter even more. "I-I'm sorry...about last night. Just forget it happened okay?"

He gulped down the last of his breakfast and frowned. "You're joking, right? Tama, have you looked at yourself? You need help."

"No I don't." I snapped.

He glared at me. "Stop playing dumb, Tama. You know as well as I do that last night wasn't nothing."

I glared back. "Drop it, Kiba."

"No! Not till you admit how much your dad's death messed you up!"

Fed up, I walked to the entrance of the tent and went to walk out. "Then you'll be waiting a while...and I'm not messed up!"

We traveled the better portion of the day to Mr. Moriyama's village and made a collective decision to stay the night and return home the next day. Traveling the roads at night would be dangerous and we were all tired.

Toku and I got a room to ourselves while Kiba and Akumaru had their own room.

"You pissed at Kiba or something?" Toku questioned.

"Yeah, I am." I told her honestly. I didn't feel like lying.

"Why? Last I checked, ya'll were like this." She said, crossing her fingers.

I shrugged. "We were talking. He pissed me off. That's all."

Toku flopped down on her cot. "You should really cut him some slack. He lives with you after all."

I laid down too and stared at the ceiling. "Let's just drop it. I'm tired."

My friend nodded in agreement and closed her eyes.

I attemted to do the same, but sleep evaded me. All I could think of was the fight I had with Kiba.

Why was I such an ass to my friends?

Hell, why was I an ass in general?

"Admit how much your dad's death messed you up!"

Shut up Kiba...

I growled in frustration before turning over to lay on my side. I extended my arm and rolled the sleeve up just enough to see some of the scars and the fresh wounds from the night before.

I needed to cut again...

Quickly, I got up, found my kunai and went to the window. I opened it and scaled the building to climb up on the roof.

I took in the beauty of the clear night and full moon. It wasn't often I got just withness this. Most of the time I was too busy or asleep to notice anything beautiful anymore.

For a moment, I forgot the real reason I'd come out here.

But the cool metal in my hand reminded me.

I sat down and examined my arms. They were too sore and cut up already to do anything. I then checked my legs. I smiled when I saw the pale unscarred skin of my thighs.

"Perfect." I muttered.

In moments, they were covered in pretty little crimson lines. I smiled. I could breathe again.

"What the hell are you doing?" A voice nearly shouted.

I spun around, nearly dropping my knife.

"K-Kiba, I-I"

If looks could kill, I would have been dead a couple times over. Kiba was PISSED.

"Give. Me. The. Knife." He said through clentched teeth.

I actually felt fear and allowed him to yank the weapon from me.

Without saying a word, he jumped down and went back to his room.

I sat there, still in shock. Tears involuntarily fell from my eyes, mixing with the blood on my thighs.

I wished I was dead.