<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-style: italic">"Blake... I love you."</span><br/><br/>Once again, frozen by Nyoko's words... Wrapped in her love-struck embrace, his eyes shifted away from hers. Confused by this sudden move she played, Blake was lost for words. "You love me... But how can you? I've done nothing to deserve it." Blake said, his voice soft and loving. Though Nyoko loved him, he couldn't easily say the same to her...<br/><br/>Meanwhile...<br/><br/>Kurohana, the sword birth by the black petals of Eternal Flower... Forced to betray its creator by the sheer force of the cocky boy, Haruki. Kurohana was soon thrust forth, aimed to kiss his mother's neck. But to not to chase off... Not to intimidate... But an act to kill her swiftly... To give an offering of blood and pain to the blade's victim. Her crimson eyes shut slowly, but not to accept death... As the blade neared her neck, she extended her left arm, turned to ice. <span style="color: #FF4080">"Break you?"</span> She chuckled sweetly, gripping the blade firmly. <span style="color: #FF4080">"Ripping you apart sounds like more fun!"</span> Her tone was cold, her eyes glaring furiously, the edges breaking into a smile of a sadistic killer. With little hesitation, Shiroihana flashed about Haruki's knees, the sound of crackling, the tip of the blade covered in ice.</span>