worn out existence.

Lately the girl had been feeling so depressed. Her family; they were all dead, and the only remaining people of worth had abandoned her long ago. Even her status as an esteemed medical kunoichi was getting old. Everything, the creeping mists of the cobblestone streets of her home village, the annoying throb in the debths of her heart, her reflection in the tranquil waters of the land's lakes; even her very existence was getting old. Too many things had worn her out, too many traumatic events had unfolded before her brilliant emerald hues.

She had had enough of it. There was no reason in living anymore and she saw no point in continuing on with a worthless life that had no hopes of progressing into anything memorable. Slowly, she withdrew a kunai with a delicate, trembling hand. Her eyes, pointed at the black sky and swimming with unanswered questions, stopped shining with their fear and found the warmth of peace. And there, in the middle of the street, she brought the blade to her vulnerable neck, the road sickened with beloved crimson. With her inevitable suicide, the stars shone brilliantly with abrupt passion, looking down on Akemi's corpse in a dance of pity.