Hikari tosses and turned all night. Her sleep riddled with nightmares of futures she didn't wish to imagine. Futures in which he disappeared, whether he was taken by death, or left her. One way or another, they always ended the same way. With her alone. She awoke while it was still dark, feeling more exhausted than she had when she'd gone to bed the night before. Yet she couldn't go back to sleep. Her mind was restless, her thoughts still on Kuro, on what had happened the night before. She searched for answers to the many questions she had, but no answers came.<br/><br/>She sat up in bed and pulled her knees to her chest and leaned her head against them as she stared out the window, into the darkness. She wondered... why had he looked like that? Why had his eyes been distant? Why had he said nothing as he walked away without a word spoken. Without so much as a second glance, as though he were avoiding her? Had she done something to him without realizing it? Or did it truly hurt so much for him to be in her presence? Why? She had thought they had gotten closer. That maybe, just maybe, the distance between them would slowly close. That he would open up to her. That he cared for her the same way she cared for him. So why? Why was he pushing her away now?<br/><br/>Her mind still riddled with questions, she pulled back the covers and stood, deciding that she couldn't just sit still here anymore. She was too restless. She needed to move. She needed something to get her mind off of this. She needed to clear her mind. She would have gone to visit him, to ask him why, but it was still dark. She didn't know if he'd be awake or not, but she was certain that no one else would be. It would be best to wait, she thought, before trying to visit. Although, she thought that the later it got, the more likely he was to leave again.<br/><br/>She slipped on some loose white shorts, a fitted white and blue top, some long white socks, and a pair of blue boots on, then put on a belt with her shuriken and kunai pouches. She left her swords behind, not feeling as though she'd need them. She was going to walk. She brought the other items in case she decided to train while she was out. She thought it best not to take the swords, lest she cause more destruction than she intended. After all, she had a lot of pent up emotions waiting to escape. Shurikens and kunai were safer than swords or fists right now, she thought.<br/><br/>Once she was dressed, she slipped out of the apartment without a word, walking off into the darkness, seeing a hint of light forming on the horizon as the sun prepared to rise. She wasn't going anywhere in particular, she just needed to move. To do something besides sit there, lost in her own thoughts, in her worries, wondering about questions she couldn't find the answers to. She wandered the streets, seeing very few people actually awake at this hour. Mostly she only saw people who were setting up their shops to open and things of the like. They paid her no mind, as she paid them no mind.<br/><br/>It wasn't until she turned a corner and a familiar figure came into view, that she paid any attention to the few people around. "Kuro." the name came to her lips so easily, without so much as a thought. Her voice was soft, almost a whisper in the darkness, but loud enough that he could hear her. She was frozen in place but for a moment, before her body moved on its own and the next thing she knew her arms were wrapped around him tightly, as though she were afraid to let go. In all truthfulness, she was. "Please, don't run... Don't... don't leave again." she spoke in a soft voice, her words colored with pain and confusion, sadness, fear, but no anger or hatred. She didn't know why he evoked such strong emotions in her, but she had to fight back the tears that threatened to escape as she held tightly to him, afraid to let go. Afraid that if she did, he would disappear.