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Defensively she listened to your pleas, but such words fell upon deaf ears. Gripping her comfort tighter she brought her gaze upwards, slowly it drifted until her wounded eyes were affixed upon your own. Regardless if he was serious are not, she wanted nothing to do with what happened. Call it fear, or what have you but, the girl Megumi shook at the mention or thoughts of her dark moment. It was something she wished not to relive, so she threw away the memory and swore not to speak of such things. Megumi could see your desire to help her, but her own inhibitions refused to budged, and so her gaze once more left you , wandering downwards.

(sniffling) "I-I don't want to think about it anymore."

It wasn't like Megumi didn't want the man brought to justice, so that she could attain reparations for his atrocious actions or so that it wouldn't happen to another as unlucky as her. She wanted all this, it was just something else had stopped her; something she wasn't willing to speak of. Was it simply just fear that shackled her or was it something a tad bit more elaborate? It'd take more than just words young shinobi, it'd take much more. A hint of sorrow was laced within her words, whilst she spoke the door behind you'd open, and a boy roughly around Megumi's age would shuffle in.

Her expression although brief was shocked, she couldn't hide that, so if any were astute prying eyes would have caught such a look before she managed to fix it. "Megumi, are you okay, I heard you were being questioned?" The ladies within the room with you were not shocked by his sudden interruption, instead all their faces were normal as if he was a usual around these parts. "I-Im fine Yousuke`san" The browned haired boy would look your way, eyes filled with fire as he spoke. "I think you should leave if she doesn't want to be bothered with your questions." Megumi would recede into her corner even more as the boys oppressive gaze fell upon her once more. Her eyes wouldn't even lift themselves up as crystal fell down her face.

Would you leave and try again, when the situation was more opportune or would you probe even further with privy eyes upon you, eyes of conspicuous fire...

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Walking in, you'd see a small fragile girl, shattered and broken. Her pillow held tight to her chest, stained with tears-the melancholic, life elixir. She was in fact not sleep, Megumi since that day had not dared to venture off into the realm of dreams, for fear's callous clutches held her at bay. No longer was she the girl who was brave and out going, bright and cheerful, she realized that things did go bump in the night, that life could take a detour for the worst, a speed bump she couldn't find her footing afterwards. Astray from her path, pain and fear is all she knew now.

One could tell simply by looking at her wounded vessel. Like a frightened cornered animal her eyes followed you, stalking your every step without a moment of reprieve. Balled up into a tight space at the headboard of her bed, she listened to your words, half her face buried within her pillow. For a moment, there was but quietness, and eerie type of silence that pervaded the room. "No..." The lone word whispered, it'd be almost if not completely audible. Her hands grasped tighter onto the ivory softness as she averted her abrasive gaze from you finally.

"No, I don't want to talk about it, please go away...."

OOC:leave me something to GM next time