She was standing in the doorway, watching her brother and his - their, she reminded herself - friends. Her arms were folded, and she knew that although she looked pretty relaxed, at least three of her guests could sense the tension held tightly within them, though she was fairly sure they didn't know what caused it.

Her fingers itched, and she flexed them slightly, before tucking them under her arms more securely. She would do it later. Right now, she had to be social, and enjoy this normality while she could.

It was really her one bad habit.

Well, one among many, actually. It was just at the top of the list, and the rest seemed negligible in contrast.

The desire within her swelling, she started rubbing her nail on the underside of her index finger to attempt to distract herself, and smiled and laughed at something Yusuke said. When Boton beckoned for her to sit with them, she shook her head.

"I'll be back in a bit," she said, flashing a slightly wider grin at the group before turning and walking out of the room. She pressed her nail further into her skin briefly before putting her hands in her pockets, reminding herself not to curl them into fists, as her brother did, but to keep them smooth. Professional. Together.

She compensated inwardly for this by clenching at her thigh with one hand through the thin material after she was out of sight.

Hurrying outside, she pulled a cigarette out and held it in her teeth while she grasped for her lighter. Once it was in the air, she flicked the top, then stopped, staring at the metallic shine.

Sakyo.

The one she was Meant to be with. She had felt the pull since they had met. And she watched as he was crushed, she being restrained by the Demigod Koenma.

She wasn't angry with him. He was just doing his job. And she could see clearly that he himself was tired of the deaths. No... The one she was angry with...

It was herself. She should have saved Sakyo.

She was aware of his intention to open a free portal to Makai, the demon world. She knew what the consequences would be. She knew it couldn't be allowed to happen. And she was whole heartedly rooting for her boys, even as she watched them kill demon after demon.

She couldn't say murder, because the ones killed had also killed. Only Koenma or Enma could tell exactly how many lives had been spared by taking those away.

But damn it, she loved that man. As twisted as he was and as evil his means were to his intended end, oh, how she loved him.

She gently closed the lid on the golden lighter, and pulled her cigarette between her fingers as she sank to the patio floor and fell into a cross legged position, the unlit cigarette and lighter in front of her.

She leaned forward, supporting her head with both hands, her long hair covering hands, face and tears.

Sakyo...