He continued to pummel the shit out of the enemy, unaware that the man he was beating on was long dead, unaware that the guy was nearly in pieces. No, he was focused on the fact that the man had tried to hurt Hikari, and he was to pay for his deeds. Blood splattered around everywhere, splashing his cheek, getting into his hair, on his clothing, all over his hands. It was as if he'd lost all sanity, all control of himself, as a darker side of his soul was beginning to take over, dragging him into the depths of a shadowy side that was never to be ventured, to never be given into.<br/><br/>Ryuu was just about to run his hand through the bodies chest when he heard Hikari scream. Scream for him to stop, saying that she was okay. He froze, holding on to the dead corpse in his hands, before he finally snapped out of his trance-like state of mind, or at least, half way. His eyes grow wide as he sees what he was holding on to, and he quickly releases his grip on the dead Shinobi, letting the body drop from his hands, where it fell to the ground at his feet, and for a moment he stood there, chest heaving, nostrils flared, eyes fire red and glowing with a deadly appearance, though past the terrifying expression, one could see panic as well.<br/><br/>He hadn't wanted her to see that. That side of him. She asks if he was okay, but he does not reply to her question. He was okay physically, but mentally...well that was a different story altogether. A story that Ryuu didn't want to get into right at that moment. Instead, he looks away from the damage he'd done, the disgusting scene he'd created, to look at Hikari instead, but then looks away again. The blank expression on her face disturbed him, and he wondered...why? Why did she look like that?<br/><br/>When he felt a hand on his shoulder, he was shaken from his thoughts, looking toward Hikari once more. "Yeah, let's go." He replies, quickly nodding in agreement to what Hikari had said, following her up into the trees, and began hurrying back the way they'd come, in order to get to Konohagakure. This time, however, he wasn't all happy and cheerful like he'd been on the way to their mission, his smile missing from his face, and the happy glow missing from his eyes, the Sharingan having taken place of the usual color in his eyes. Ryuu was mulling over what had happened, it had been quite some time since he'd lost control like that. Was it because of the jutsu? He knew that he'd been told not to use his blood style, but...he'd acted in a state of blind fury, seeing Hikari in the situation she'd been in. Yes, she might not have been hurt all that badly, but to him, even her getting attacked had been enough to trigger his fury, setting him off like a firework in the sky, exploding in a fit of rage.<br/><br/>He should have been tired, but he was not. His nerves were on end. As they ran through the trees, he glances over at her, trying to look at her face, but the hood kept getting in the way of his line of sight. Though, he could tell...something was wrong. She seemed troubled, no matter how hard she tried to cover it up with that icy and stoic mask of hers. The wind whistled past his ears, sharp and cold against his skin, stinging the cuts on his face, blood dripping still from the open wounds. He ignored this though and bites his lip for a moment before speaking up.<br/><br/>"Are you...alright?" He asks, now it being his turn to ask the question. He pushes himself forward so that he was running next to her, looking over at her as he ran. She was probably not going to answer, and if she didn't, he frowns, reaching out and grabbing her wrist, his grip firm but gentle at the same time, forcing them both to come to a stop, standing atop a branch in the trees. "Please, I can tell that something is wrong. Don't hide it from me. I'm your friend...aren't I?" He looks deep into her eyes, his own having returned to their normal eye color.<br/><br/>It took everything within him not to reach out to her, to touch her face, to tuck the hair that was in her eyes behind her ears. To comfort her. Instead, he stayed still, the only physical contact he had with her being the hold upon her wrist. Despite their age difference, his hand was so much bigger than hers, and his fingers wrapped around her wrist completely. He sighs, glancing down, before staring at her face again, locking gazes with her. "Is it Kuro? Or is it the fact that you had to be saved by me...and not Kuro? Or...I just hope I'm completely wrong about it entirely, and you're just tired from the mission." He gives a weak laugh, a sad smile on his lips and an even more saddened look in his eyes as he waits for a reply.