<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8080BF">Gazing up at her friend, she was relieved that she had been forgiven. If she had not, she wasn't sure how she would feel. Or what she would do. She didn't think she could survive knowing that her friend was angry with her. That would have been the most horrible thing in the world. But, if she were honest with herself, she had to realize that not being forgiven would have been the ideal punishment she could be given, for forgetting her friend and breaking the promise she had made.<br/><br/>Her eyes widen when the girl turned in to Neshita, but could not believe it. There was no way...that her friend was Neshita. However, if she thought about it...the personalities matched up. Both were kind, both were caring. And both had those beautiful grey eyes. If she were to completely believe that Neshita was her friend from her long lost past, it would take a bit of time...and convincing. She wasn't the same gullible little girl anymore from her childhood.<br/><br/>Stirring in her sleep, she opens her eyes groggily to the voice of Neshita telling her that she needed to eat. That she'd been asleep all day. Slowly she sits up, gently rubbing her face with the back of her hand, wiping away the last of the tears that had fallen. Her hair had nearly completely come undone, and was pretty much a sloppy mess upon her head, strands falling here and there in front of her face, and a whole bunch came undone in the back, the ends reaching far down her back.<br/><br/>Neshita comes in to the room then, carrying a tray of food, as well as a small tea pot with empty cups. Her 'sister' then sits across from her, asking how she was adjusting. Kneeling there, hands resting on her knees, she looks down, a small frown on her lips, before speaking up, her voice droll and unfeeling, and still had a touch of resentment in it. "Slowly. I'd rather not adjust at all. I don't want to be here. I never wanted to be here."<br/><br/>Accepting the cup of tea handed to her, she finally looks up from the floor, gazing back at Neshita. Grey eyes meet purple ones. For a moment or so the gaze was held, until it was broken by Sunako closing her eyes, taking a sip from the tea cup that she'd been given. Even after taking a drink and sighing just slightly as the warm liquid traveled down her throat and warming her from the inside, she did not open her eyes. Lowering the cup to about waist height, she only opens her eyes to gaze at the inside of the cup, and the contents it held, seeing her reflection. Her makeup was smeared, two long lines of purplish black trailed down from beneath her eyes, and a few smaller lines as well.<br/><br/>It was quiet, until Sunako spoke up. "Why must I stay here? Why can't Mother Hiyta just let me go?" She looks up, seeing that Neshita was looking at the tiger painting on her wall. The only things that made her feel a little comfortable here were that and the courtyard just outside her door. But were those really reasons to stay? She didn't think so...she could take the painting with. Sadly, the yard she could not, but if she tried hard enough she bet she could find a place similar to it.<br/><br/>However, even asking, she knew that the answer would not be something she liked. There was always a reason behind something, like why her father died, and why her mother had to abandon her, sending her away. Why her friend had to leave. Even though there was reasons, that did not mean she liked it, or accepted these facts. It hurt, so much. Bottled up rage and fury, anger at the world for dealing her such a terrible fate. Some were lucky, some were not in this world of chance. And apparently she was one of the unlucky ones.<br/><br/>The sliding door that led outside was still ajar, and she could tell just by glancing out that it was quite late. Setting the now empty cup down, and picking up the bowl of rice and chopsticks, she begins to eat, not because she was exactly hungry, but more of a reason to keep her mouth full, so she didn't have to talk. As she ate bite after bite, her mind started to wander, thinking of different scenarios for later. One stuck, and she lowered her eyes. She'd been told ever since she was little that the eyes were the window to the soul, and whatever secrets were hidden there. She didn't want Neshita figuring out what she had in mind for later that night.</span></div>