Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-24937485-20161026160823/@comment-30269418-20161028044726

"Excuse me," Rena bowed, almost apologetically. "We will turn around." She gave a small, genuine smile and grabbed O and Ieyasu's hands. "We seem to have wandered into the wrong area." She gave them a warning glance, gently pulling at them while acting as if she had genuine emotions. In reality, she was terrified. She did not shake, nor did she feel rage, but her heart pounded away in her chest.

However, she had memorized this exact location. They may not be able to handle this alone, but chances were that if they went back to the Leaf and called for reinforcements they'd survive. She weighed her options; neither of her teammates thought her useful, and she may not get along with them, but she did not want to see them die. She let her hands shake a little, trying to alert the boys to the fact she was scared.

She hoped they'd notice; this was no joke. She knew when to walk away from a fight, and the odds were immeasureably against them. She'd done stupid things before, but only if it endangered her own life. The fact that two other lives were hanging in the balance was what made her hesitate to act normally; and for once, in her life, if they showed any resistance to coming along with her, she'd look into both of their eyes, and with a slight whisper that could only be heard by people who'd be extremely close to her, she said, "Please."

This was the reason why she hated the person in the mirror. Despite the mission's end goal being right there, she couldn't do it. Going for it may kill her, but it could also get them killed. Her eyes held the most emotion she could summon up; she looked like she was about to break out into tears.

To endanger her own life was something else entirely, but to make a stupid move and be the reason for another's death would not be what happened today. She cursed herself for being weak, for not going for the target, for ''caring. ''No matter what happened between these two and herself, even if they decided to hate her, her grip would tighten on their sleeves. She bowed her head. "I beg of you. Please."

Now, it was up to them. She was more than prepared to guide them away from the site of the mission.

She just hoped, with every cell in her body, that there would be no death today. She'd have time to hate herself later.