Hinato cried out in horror as Hikaru's sword swung in an arc. The cold steel made a clean, sweeping motion, fatally slicing into Shiro's back. Hinato ran to the felled Shiro. She looked at him for a moment, laying there motionless on the grass. Her sword flew from the scabbard at her hip and, wild with anger , she jabbed at Hikaru. The sword pirced his chest. He looked at her in asstonishment and he fell to the ground at her feet. Regret and remorse washed through Hinato , " I'm sorry, Hikaru...". She lingered another moment, looking at Hikaru, then ran to Shiro. She collapsed, sobbing, onto his chest. It had all been a misunderstanding. A misunderstanding that had cost the lives of the two men she loved the most. She had killed Hikaru with her own hand. In a fit of rage, she had killed him. But he had taken the life of Shiro; she couldn't let that go unavenged.
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