"I give to you the only side not shown to the world. I do so not willingly."
Seclusion. Shizuka had left the building to find a secluded place to release the pent up emotions, especially the sudden influx of them after seeing him. Not only because of that, but the guilt of killing the one human from the previous night had been plaguing her ever since. So here she was, out in the open showing a weakness to the world. The droplets of water strolled down her face like a river, unwavering and unstoppable. Irihi merely stayed in his spot, trying his best to console the girl as much as a kitten of his form could do. He had curled up inside of her lap as his fur was stained with the tears that fell. He did not understand why his master was so adamant, however; he wasn't going to start questioning him now. For the time being, he will try to provide solace to the red-haired girl.
And as such, she wasn't even aware of the fact that the one person she did not want near her, was before her. The words he spoke echoed through her ears like thunder. Fallen? She had fallen? Because she was crying, trying to release the emotions that were building up inside of her? If that meant she had fallen, then she has fallen countless times already. She buried her head further into her knee's trying to ignore the man's presence as much as she could. But everything about him was annoyingly loud. His voice, his scent, everything. She hated it as much as she hated the feeling of being useless. All she knew at the moment though, was that she didn't want him to be here. His next statement caused a painful clench to her heart.
She glanced up from her position, the tears still threatening the sides of her eyes as her face was flushed from the overwhelming emotions. She was not whimpering like a whipped dog. She was trying to deal with what she had seen, what she had heard, and this was the only way she knew how. She wasn't exactly taught how to properly express her emotions. Her family was not inclined to teach her about something that they themselves hardly had use for. Whatever the reason, his words only succeeded in adding anger to the mix of emotions. But it did not reflect upon her face. The anger was not directed at him, as much as she wanted it to be, but at herself.
"Is it wrong of me to express myself this way? Should I not cry when I feel sad, should I not shout when I feel angry, smile when I am happy?" she retorted. She wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve, trying to contain herself. "Am I not allowed to be expressive in any way?" she continued. She met his eyes before he turned to stare at the falling cherry blossoms. He muttered something about truly beautiful, and she could only turn her head away from him. The tears had finally stopped and instead, a placid appearance forced its way to her face. She did not want to cry in his presence any longer. He had seen a part of her that she never wanted anyone to know of. Because that would mean that they would have seen a vulnerable part of her. And she wasn't vulnerable...or so she could try to lie to herself.
"Is there a reason why you are here? Or are you just here to rub salt into an open wound?" she questioned, finally standing from her spot and dusting off her skirt. He truly had no reason to be here other than to insult her again. And if he was here to insult her, well then she'd just leave him be. Getting kicked while you're down, as the saying goes, was not something she was particularly fond of being. She didn't need to hear anything from him truly. As stubborn as she was, there was still something keeping her anchored to the spot. She could have left and left the pure-blood to his own devices, however; she couldn't quite get her feet to move. Instead, she remained in her spot.
She wouldn't ask for it, especially from him, however; she needed help. For what? To rid herself of this nightmare that was slowly encompassing her. To break this chain that had been placed upon her by that man who smelled of fresh rain. Her eyes reflected nothing of the sort, though, and she only glanced at the pure-blood. There was no malice, no defiance behind the mahogany irises. There was simply the question that had been stated and nothing more.