The next morning Kuronotsurugi woke to a dark room. Laying on his side, he remained still, staring at the opposite wall, nearly no light could be seen coming in through his bedroom window. The time seemed to be before even dawn, due to how shadowy it was around him, as he slowly sat up. What was he doing with his life? Was this really how things were supposed to be? And if so...was he truly following the correct path? Sighing, he shakes his head, now was not the time to doubt his choices, he'd already chosen which way he was going to go, and he wasn't about to back down now. No...it was too late for that. Not when he'd already planned everything out, not when all that was left was for the day he had chosen to arrive.<br/><br/>However...he couldn't get the image of how Hikari had looked last night, the expression of rejection and sorrow on her face, sadness in her eyes, as she gazed at him. Silence was the only thing he'd given her then, as he'd passed her by, but his heart...his heart had been screaming. For her to forgive him, to not hate him. To forget what had just happened, that she would just be hurt...if this continued on any longer. He hadn't been able to say anything, his jaw had been frozen tight, and his lips couldn't move. He wanted to say something...but his body hadn't allowed him to. So all he'd been able to do was walk past quietly, as the weight of reality crashed down around them, and the pain of a bond broken shattering upon Hikari's head.<br/><br/>Why...why  did this have to happen? It was all that damn Tsunade's fault. If she hadn't had put them on a mission together, they never would have met. And if they'd never have met, he wouldn't be...feeling like this. He would be just fine with leaving, just fine with deserting Konoha and putting this wretched lie of a life behind him. To start over, to turn a new leaf, free of regret, free of guilt, free of everything that had ever happened to him. But not now. Now...now Hikari was a part of him, and he didn't now if he'd be able to cut that piece away from his heart, that bit that had grown in such a short time, that spot within him that was just for her.<br/><br/>Glancing at the desk across from him, he looks to the package that was set on top of it. A small box, wrapped up in simple paper and tied with a bow, it was...the gift he was planning on giving to Hikari for her birthday...the last day he was going to see her. He had told himself, one last time. He had to see her once more, just once more, and then...then he would say goodbye. Despite the good she'd brought him, the light she'd shone into the darkness he'd come to know as familiar, showing him that there was more to life than a black empty space, he was going to erase that feeling... He had to. It was for the best, for himself, and for her own sake. He was no good for her, in fact, he was probably the worst person she could have fallen for. He was terrible, just like everyone said.<br/><br/>Sighing, he stands up from his bed, and stretches his arms over his head, groaning softly as his muscles strained. Lowering his arms, he listens intently to the house around him, and then gets dressed, today wearing a full black outfit, which contained black baggy sweatpants, and a form fitting long sleeved black shirt, the neck part coming up to form a mask, though he kept that bunched down around his neck. To complete the look were black gloves, and black ninja sandals. One sword was strapped to his back, and of course he had the holster for his kunai and shuriken. Slipping on his headband, he steps out of his bedroom, sealing it behind him. He pauses for a moment, listening again, and when he hears nothing he steps quietly down the hallway, heading to the front door and going outside, closing it behind him as he left.<br/><br/>The village was quiet as he passed through, hardly anyone was out at this time. He chose to go out at this hour because then he didn't have to deal with people staring, he didn't have to listen to people talking behind their hands and whispering, going quiet if he happened to look their way. How it annoyed him... He clenches a fist at the thought, gritting his teeth but not letting the anger appear on his face. Outwards he was calm, but inside...he was writhing with anger. When he left...he would show them. He'd make them pay for the hell they'd put him through. He'd show them that hell hath no fury like his own wrath, and it would all be rained down on them for their own foolish misdeeds. That would come soon enough...but for now, he had to stay calm. He wasn't really paying attention to where he was going, knowing that at some point he'd have to head over to the Hokage's mansion. But for now, until that happened, he was content with just walking around.