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Exitting the kitchen, and leaving the other Thieves to their meals. Had he a meal to eat, perhaps he would have stayed, simply because it was a place to sit and eat his meals. However, with no meal to eat, and not knowing any of the others particularly well, Izumo decided it best to leave.

As he made his way towards the large double staircase, heading toward the furthest of the two, Izumo noticed a familiar face walking past the doorway. Shinobu. He began to raise his hand, to wave, when he noticed another person with her. Someone he recognized, if only vaguely. Haru. He bit his lip, stopped raising his hand. Just looking at them he could easily see Shinobu looked... anxious, nervous. Of course, he also had a good idea why. And it was strange. Izumo felt something he couldn't place... jealousy. Perhaps, he decided, it was best to keep moving, ignore what he saw.

He continued on his way, began climbing the staircase. Each stair seemed further than the last. Finding his way to his room, Izumo found it hard not to think about what he saw. Even more so, he couldn't understand why he found himself thinking about it, or why he felt so inexplicably envious of Haru.

[Shinobu's brain exploded.]

[Haha, just kidding, here, I'll cope. ^^ Notice how quickly the roelplay can tgo from dull as mom and apple pie to as exciting as anime north '07? Especially with the halubalu goin' on over with our pals out in trhe forest and Nia and Hamamni. It's getting good.

P.S. Nice work being aoki, very accurate, I think.]

Shinobu stood there, feeling fists, once clenched full of fresh, raw energy, stoked and yet overwhelmed to finally talk to Haru, now fell limply to her sides, palm facing the air, no sounds or breath fell from her lips as she hung unto ever word that escaped his.

"A... brother... Wait, a scar?!" Shinobu exclaimed, quickly covering her mouth, trying to ignore the outburst, hoping she hadn't just blew the hair off Haru. How could he have a scar... on his chest?? She thought of his chest and went red once again. He has a scar I never knew about, and... a brother? Like Tao and Suki, brothers? Well, obviously not... Omigosh... Wow.
"Wow." she said slowly. "You have to kill because of him? I mean, the scar, and he's coming for you? You aren't in danger are you?"

[*brandishes stick threateningly* You don't want to interrupt... twisted ]

Shinobu clung to everyword of Haru's sad tale. All this time she'd though Haru was just distant, deep and brooding, not one to socialize and interact with others, but now she could see that there must've been a reason for his behaviour, pushing others away, allways off in another world, he was conviced that there was someone after him, like an anit-Haru. Someone to fear.

A shiver ran down her spine, Shinobu watched as Haru threw his head into his hands, jaws clenched in pain, and she, without thinking, urged forwards to comfort him, but, before she could, she was tugged away, into her mind once again.

Back in that room in her mind, the sickly calm squared off, shoji-screen surrounded room of both her dreams, and nightmares. This was where she met with Hamani.

"Shinobu."

Speak of the d_vil, Shinobu didn't even need to guess who it was.

"This Hibiki person interests me, he knows things that I don't, and I don't want that. I need you to ask Haru more questions, about Hibiki, what he knows, what he's said to Haru in the past, what Haur remembers of him, what their connectino is, and where Hibiki, physcially, could be found." Hamani said, listing off the things she needed, on her fingers.

Shinobu's eyes turned up in a look of disgust. First off, she wasn't pleased to have pulled out of her one conversation with Haru, at, what could've been the one second he needed her most, and second, to be pulled back into another one of her h_ted Hamani dreams wasn't too much fun either.

"Look, why do you need me to find out all this stuff? Why can't you just do it yourself? I ean, you're the leader, right? you're our leader and he'll listen to you."

"Oh untrue." Hamani protested. "You heard him; But, for some odd reason, I can't seem to hide the truth from you." Her lips moving to a recording of Haru's voice, only proving to annoy Shinobu more. "You're the only one he'll reveal this information to. Nw go do it like a good little theif."

"I... what will you do?"

"Find Hibiki, extract the information I desire, and dispose of him."

Shinobu looked at her. "would that mean... freeing Haru from his pain? From his fear of his brother?"

"Possibly... makes sense, I guess. Just go and do it. Consider this a make-up test for not being able to retrieve that damn doll."

Shinobu picked up a second after she left off, in a blink, she was back again, in the hallway, next to Haru, running to his aid. Trembling fingers wrapped around his arms. "H-haru! Are you alright... please..."

Brooding.

(( 'Nuff said. ))

((Erm...yeah. I'm not quite satisfied with this post...I'll (maybe) edit it later.))

Tomoyo stood stock-still. Distantly, Tomi's taunt drew at her attention-it faded away after a moment. What blood there was in her pale face had drained away, leaving her as white as a wraith's. Her hand shook, and only years of training kept her from losing her grip. Years. They had gone on through their lives this way, never suspecting, always shoving such a dark thoughts away from their minds with the discovery of a new bauble, something solid and utterly useless. How many times had she thrown herself into a fray, thinking only of the prize to be gained at the end? She never considered, not even once, what she was doing. No, Tomoyo thought bitterly, I was sulking like a spoiled brat, never talking to anyone, always striking out on my own. A wave of grief at what she had been so blind to engulfed her-it buried her, until she could not breathe, think, or weep. They were things, she was a thing and she deserved it for ignoring so much suffering-

NO.

The pain collapsed on itself. The grief disappeared into the quiet, dank corner of her being where it belonged. She couldn't handle it; This wasn't the time or place. Everything could wait until she could seclude herself once more, and quietly fall apart. Any hypocritical mockings were squashed before they could be fully comprehended. There was only pure, cold logic. "If you recall, Tomi-san, we are the same age," Tomoyo pointed out quietly. Her tone brooked no protest, and warned that any further provocation would be dealt with cleanly and with deadly effificency.

((Don't hurt me, Mary.))

Kosho looked over at Tomoyo and Tomi, to see the psychotic man grinning at her and Tomoyo talking back sternly. She then turned back to the conversation at hand; Hamani and Nia speaking to each other in cold, calculating terms.

She shifted a little, thinking over what Nia had said quickly, then shook her head a little; she was a thief, and followed whoever had the upperhand. That was the deal among thieves.

It would stay that way.