[SweetSuicide]

** Sorry for taking so long to respond... been very ill lately... haven't really had any strength to do much... well... here I try..**

"Pssst! Go check on him, Nozomi and I are more than enough to handle things here!" I whispered to Swift as I slide toward Aisha's side, who is sniveling and snuffling her tears in sniffs. Swift walks out the door and Nozomi and I turn to my mother.

"Mom, things are going to be okay now. I promise. We're all here and we're not planning on leaving until you make us leave." I took Aisha's hand. The hand that I had left many years ago had aged. It was no longer young, warm and soft to the touch. But it was now older, colder, and tougher in my hands. I tried not to think of all the things these hands had done in the years I was gone but I couldn't help it. I started to cry a bit but fought them back for my mother's sake.

Nozomi held Aisha's other hand. I don't know this girl holding my mother’s hand, but she seemed to care more about my mom than I did. And it seemed like my mother felt the same way… I let these thoughts dance around in my head as we sat there. Aisha was calming down and as she sat there I heard the sound of swords clashing. I looked over at Nozomi and smiled. “Boys will be boys I guess?” She chuckled. She was very pretty. I got up and stood by the window. Swift’s cloak was blowing in the wind. He looked so handsome standing there. I couldn’t help but smile. I didn’t realize Nozomi had gotten up and was standing next to me.

“You really love him, don’t you?” Her voice caught me off guard. It caused me to smile more.
“Yeah. I think I really do.” I turned at looked at her. She was looking at Tatsu with the same look in her eyes. I dare not ask her because I didn’t want to get close to anyone besides Swift. I knew this life wasn’t always meant for happy endings. So I turned my attention back to Swift and Tatsu.