Satira ran through the halls to her room. She prayed that Alianne or Amira wouldn't be in there to ask questions. They were her friends now, and she didn't think she could bear to lie to them. She peeked into the room and gave a sigh of relief. Neither of them was in there. Satira quickly changed out of Yoko's uniform and put on the clothes she had been wearing. She tied her hair back and looked around the room. She would miss this place, Amira, Alianne, and Yoko most of all. But this had to be done. Letting Yoko or someone else get hurt because of her was something she wouldn't allow. She peeked into the hall to find it deserted as she made her way to the front. She had heard about the raiders not coming and she had a feeling she knew why. They were probably forming a plan to convince Yoko to hand her over to them. But she would be long gone come morning, and they would have to start from square one all over again. She breathed a deep breath and went outside. The sounds of crickets filled the air and she scanned the surrounding area for guards. She spotted them. Two on the left and one on the right. They would be easy enough to avoid. She stayed in the shadows until one passed, wrapped her hand around her necklace, and made a break for the trees.

Yoko paced in his room. What was he supposed to do? Should he tell her how he felt, or just leave things where they were. He remembered the look on her face when she came into his room the second time. She looked scared. But who was she scared of? Him? Or the Raiders? Or was it something else altogether. When he had first challenged her, never did he think that it would lead to all this. Sure he had been attracted to her then, but that was all it was. Pure attraction, no feelings, no nothing. But then she had short sheeted him, and he had to admit that once he got over being angry, he did think it was kinda funny. She was clever, he would give her that. And then, after she dyed his clothes pink, he had felt like she wasn't doing it out of spite, but more like a game, in its own weird way. He would reprimand her, and she would do something else. Yoko stopped his pacing and looked out his window.

'What is she hiding!' He wondered. 'It has something to do with the raiders, that's obvious enough. But, what?' He looked out the window lost in thought before he made a decision. He turned on his heels and strode out of his room, looking for Satira.

Hiei gave Amira a concerned look as she bent over her hand. She was completely oblivious to this as she wiped away the trickle of blood. She mentally rolled her eyes at herself for thinking about him, and for doing it while he was in the room. She picked up the rock she had been using and turned to get back to her task when she noticed Hiei staring.

"What now!" she demanded irritated. "Did I do something wrong your majesty!" she asked sarcastically.

"Let me see your hands." Hiei demanded. Amira was shocked but masked it behind a look.

"What for?" she asked incredulously.

"Just let me see them!" he said. Amira shook her head.

"No thanks, but…I would rather not." She said looking down at the sword lying across her lap. She moved the rock across the sword, creating a sharp edge as Hiei got up off his window sill and moved in front of her.

"Let me see." He said again as he reached out and stopped her hand. Amira's cheeks flushed red as he carefully turned them over to reveal the cuts she had gotten from her task.

"Where did you get these?" he asked looking at her. Amira averted her gaze.

"Nowhere." She replied.

"Liar." Hiei accused. "And I don't need my Jagan to tell me that." Amira glared at him as she jerked her hands away.

"Why do you even care!" she hissed. "Afraid I'll get blood on your precious weapon!"

"Just tell me how you got them!" Hiei ordered getting annoyed with her sarcasm.

"By doing your little chore!" She said. Hiei let go of her hands and stood up.

"Then you better stop doing it." He said. She looked up at him.

"But I'm not finished." She replied. Hiei glared at her.

"Do I look like I care! I said stop!" Amira dropped the sword and crossed her arms as he strode to the door. "Don't move." He ordered as he slammed the door behind him.