Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-24479578-20160421024847/@comment-27993107-20160424061150

Yuki held back a hiss of pain, then sighed at relief's icy fingers moved through her blood, making the injury easier to bare, while Hitomi finished her work. Hearing the other girls question, Yuki was quiet for several long moments, a considering look upon her face. Finally she lowered her head and hunched her shoulders in defeat. "Anger is just a part of it, Hitomi-chan. I am angry at my weakness, and how no matter what I do, I am always ending up as the weakest link, the hostage, or the girl needing to be rescued. Twice on a recent mission, one of the boy's with me ended up holding me in his arms. For those moments I saw just how useless I am, and have been training harder then ever... But I still can't protect myself, or those I love. I still can't show that I am an asset to this village which I love. I still can't make my parents proud, in their life or after their deaths. Ryouta saw me at my weakest, and Jin had to save me. Kei beat me in the exams, and I am still not ready to fight with him or against him. He told me we would meet again, and I am not ready... I am still that weak child who couldn't help at all during the battle of the masked enemies. All that and more is why I am mad, or angry... Then there is the newest thing. A certain guy sends my heart racing, and I forget to breath. I shouldn't feel that way... I should only have a racing heart during training and only loose my breath during combat, not over a boy, who would never notice a weakling like me."

Yuki had gotten a far off look as her voice seemed chipped, as if this was the first time she had voiced her feeling. Her golden hues seemed to reflect her remorse and fear, as well as her growing attraction and advancing mental state. It was clear she felt lost, but hadn't wanted to ask for the map to which her answers would she be lead. Finally she seemed to come back from that far away place, and found herself sitting, Hitomi listening to her rant. The girl blushed a bright pink, played with the ends of her gloves, then looked down to the ground. "Sorry, it must all seem silly, worrying about such things." She said, her voice soft like silk, betraying the emotions welling up inside her.