this is the second part of chapter 3. Warnings of trauma ahead.

finally, as the first rays of sun began poking above the horizen, the door opened and the girl stumbled through, looking deathly pale. Ten pairs of eyes widened at the dry blood covering the sleeves of her jacket, several parts of her clothes and shoes, which were kicked off before she stumbled past them, walking unsteadily down the hallway.

A door opened and moments later vomiting could be heard coming from the bathroom.

Worried, konan went down the hall, peering in the doorway cautiously. Her heart ached at the sight that greeted her.

Their mysterious keeper was curled up on the floor beside the toilet, weeping brokenly. She krept inside, noticing the rest of the akatsuki was behind her, at the door. She mewowed quietly, trying to keep from startling her.

The young woman looked up, and seeing konan by her leg, she scooped her up with a little sob and buried her face in the kitten's soft fur.

Konan started, surprised before relaxing and letting the distraught girl cry.

"My fault. All my fault, all dead, I was too late, and they all died," she kept whispering over and over brokenly.

Konan hadnt felt so hopeless in a long time. Meowing, she wiggled loose, then, graspingvthe bloody sleeve in her teeth she tugged, after several minutes the girl realized and began stripling, turning on the shower. Konan glared threatenly at the males who wisely turned around.

Once she was clean, she stumbled to her room, changed into sleeping clothes, and collapsed on her bed, burrowing under the covers and curling into a tiny ball.

The kittens jumped onto the bed and settled around her protectively, konan, sliding beneath the covers to curl into her chest, felt relieved when arms wrapped around her and the girl's breathing slowed, signaling she'd fallen asleep.