I just continued to sit there. The cold wrapped around the room, drawing an eerie feeling, but I knew know one was in here. I shivered and grabbed my arm, pulling it into my body more.

It was hard to sleep because this stupid cold. I was always used to my feet being cold, that didn't change, but my arm was always at least a little warmer than this.

In other words, the cold was getting me.

I heard the lock click and my eyes glanced to the door, and the person on the other side seemed to freeze.

Nothing happened for a moment.

Then the door opened completely and in walked a person. The hallway light was too dim to help make out any features and I didn't want to look, anyway. The cold was annoying, so why would i want anyone else to make it worse?

Plus, I knew it wasn't Ninami by the way they entered. 'She would have already sat next to me.' I thought, sourly looking at my freezing arm.

Ninami's POV-

I walked down the hall silently. I eyed Madara's door as I walked, not wanting to have him come out and see me. He would get suspicious.

I turned back around and made a sharp turn. I really hated how this house was such a maze, but it wasn't in my power to change it.

I took long strands forward until I was to the hallway that I needed. I turned and froze.

What if she was asleep? I thought, inching back, but then I stopped myself. She was freezing.

I walked forward and unlocked the door. I winced as it sound seemed louder to amplify more than ussual. I started to open the door then froze. What if I had woken her up? Would she be angry at me? I sighed mentally and labeled myself pathetic. I shouldn't care what she thinks about it. It's a nice deed, and she should be thankful.

'She is a Hanabira whether she likes it or not, and that means we have a right to look out for each other.' I thought nodding a little to my own logic.

I creaked open the door and looked down at Saiyami. She looked so pale, and was shivering. I could hear the faint sound of her teeth clattering and gave a sad smile.

"Saiyami-san." I said softly. She slowly raised her head as if in a mopy way. She eyed the quilt in my arms. I chuckled and threw it on her. "Your welcome." I said smugly, taking a seat next to her. I shivered as I touched her. She was so cold. She smiled a little, and leaned into me, wrapping the quilt around us.

I gave it a moment before I felt my eyebrows knit together. Why didn't think feel uncomfortable? I had a feeling I should do something, but I didn't know what, so I just leaned back on her awkwardly.

We sat in silence for about seven minutes before I sighed, gaining her attention.

"I came here to talk." I said firmly.

"About what?" She asked, casually. Apparently getting her warm didn't make her as mopy.

I smiled. "Do you know what girls talk about?" I asked, staring at her. Her cheeks puffed out a little in thought, making her look childish.

"Well some talked about nails, I think." She said looking at hers. They had dirt in between them and were chipped. "But, I have no idea why." I shook my head at her.

"You don't do your nails - that's why."

"Do my nails?" She asked slowly, looking at me quizzically.

"Yeah, like clean them."

"I don't care about them enough to."

"I agree. It's like a waste of money."

"Well, unlike you, I don't have any money to spend." She said sadly, but in a tone that seemed like she could care less as well. She looked at her missing sleeve, glaring at the bare arm under the blanket.

"You can have some of my clothes." I offered, getting an unsure feeling tight in my stomach. "I don't know, Izuna-kun and Madara-kun do that all of the time. It's a pain doing their laundry." Saiyami looked at me curiously.

"Really?" She asked, as if in awe.

"Yeah, I think we are about the same size." I looked over her thin, muscular body. "Maybe a bit smaller." I said then shrugged with a smile. "I wouldn't mind sharing clothes, I mean I don't wear all of them at once."

"I do." Saiyami laughed, gesturing to her outfit. I smirked.

"That's fine. You can wear that, or I have some warmer clothes."

Saiyami stared at my thick clothing. I had on a two long sleeve shirts and then regular long ninja pants.

"Yes please." She said softly.

I chuckled. "I don't need a thank you. It what friends do. I think." She smiled and chuckled as well. Soon we were laughing, and we didn't know why, but we didn't stop. We were enjoying ourselves.

Us laughing made me feel somethuing different from when I normally laugh with Madara and Izuna. It made me feel more like a girl, and less like an unwanted boy. And for that I liked Saiyami. She brought out a girlier side in me. It made me feel more of a whole, and less of a nobody with body guards.

I thought of Madara as a brother, but with Izuna, I felt something different. Something I liked. Something that made me want to kiss him over and over again. I told Saiyami this, but she said she had no idea what emotion that would be.

"Is that how you feel with the Senju?" I asked, trying to understand their relationship a little more. She shook her head, her lips pulled to the side in thought.

"He just feels like a friend that I could rely on with my life. I trust him." I felt anger boil at the memory of what their clan did to ours.

"Even after what I told you?" I hissed. Saiyami hung her head a little. A down cast on her eyes.

"I can't help it. He was just so kind. It's hard to believe." She whispered, a choke in her voice, meaning she was holding back tears. I pushed down my anger a little and frowned.

"A lot of things are hard to believe." I hissed softly in her ear.

"But this is different. Too different. I have friends on both sides!" She pressed, shoving her head in the quilt.

"You have family on this side." I paused think it over. "If our clan decides to come back, you'll be our leader. You have to stay true to our clan, whether you feel different in your heart." I said firmly. "This had to be made with me too. I had to choose between a non-ninja village with a peaceful life ahead, or stay here and fight and avenge my family." Saiyami's body slumped over and she seemed ot be thinking soemthing over.

After a moment, Saiyami pulled her head up and smiled, though I could tell it was pure force. "I would have done the same thing. Though, I'm not the best ninja, I'm not the worst. I can still do jutsu and stuff. I know more forbidden jutsu that anyone else in our clan. I memorized almost all of the books. I only have one or two left." I felt my jaw drop open.

'How os that possible?!' I thought in my head.

Her determinded face twisted into a confused one. "What?"

"All of it? That's more jutsu than one brain could handle." I joked, and she seemed to be a little panicked as I said that, but I just dismissed it.

"Well, I'm a smart person." She said lamely after a moment.

"Not as smart as me." I countered, sticking my tongue out.

"Nope, way above." I gave her a look.

"I'll take this quilt away." I threatened playfully.

She caught my playful tone and smirked. "You can try but my arms of steel aren't going anywhere." She said smugly.

I rolled my eyes and leaned against her once again. She was so different than the snobby girls here. The others who thought they were better than me because they had Madara and Izuna's blood. Well, I was going to show them wrong. I glanced at the red head I was leaning on. Her blue eyes tired, but firey.

'But, with the help of Saiyami of course.'