And then there it was - that trace Sheena had been unknowingly searching for. It was there in that kiss, the moment before the youkai pushed her away almost in fear. Somewhere, the ninja's subconscious had believed finding that bit would make things easier to handle; how wrong she was. The knowledge only served to shred her insides more.

Her right hand trailed down Yukari's cheek to her neck, finally coming to rest on the remnants of the mark Sheena had left on the youkai, far more visible now that the blonde's hair was pulled back. Leaning forward, she spoke into Yukari's ear.

"It doesn't matter what I want; it never has," she said in a quiet voice that trembled. "It's not going to change anything - you'll just be you," her words echoing the other night. "You're just going to be whatever you want to be."

Her voice then dropped so much her next words were barely audible. "In your grand scheme, I am insignificant. Aren't I?"

Fingertips ghosted across the youkai's neck as the ninja removed herself from the couch, instantly feeling the absence of Yukari's body heat. She couldn't stay any longer. She couldn't handle it anymore, so she did what she did best. Sheena ran away from her problem. At least, she thought she did.

How does someone run away from their own heart, anyways?

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