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[h2][color=fuchsia][b]Aoi Don Maquia[/b][/color][/h2][/center]

The first question Paneru asked Aoi as he arrived on the scene was quickly disregarded by the clown, she was dedicated to scrutinizing the area for anything that could chop her up like Rena. The young boy quickly realized the real problem at hand, Rena was in critical condition, and luckily he was right next to Aoi when the screams occurred. As expected from the only medical chuunin of this year's promotion, he intervened no matter the odds, something Aoi really liked about him. Everyone knew about his sad story, but he always appeared happy and enjoyable, an optimist just as Aoi was. The little performer however didn't let go of her position just yet, it would be far worse if one of them were to be beaten down the same way, especially if it were to be their only medic. But when the kimono wearing teen asked for Aoi's help during this intervention, she'd have a hard time saying no. Because of her impulsive nature, she obeyed and came to their help anyway. 

As she knelled down next to the blood soaked Rena, the clown took the opportunity to apply gooey bungee on Paneru's kimono, which would then transfer to his T-shirt when he'd remove the fancy piece of clothing. She couldn't risk him getting hurt for now. She then looked down at Rena's face, fear and pain governing her expression. It made Aoi feel increasingly uncomfortable, she herself felt as if certain parts of her were pierced, her tummy aching more than ever. Aoi wrapped her forearm around Rena's torso to hold her steady, her hand gabbing onto her shoulder so she could prevent too much struggling. But the best support she could offer would be her second hand grabbing onto Rena's, the dying girl's fingers clinging tightly, almost desperately on Aoi's. As Paneru extracted blades from her body, screams of pain that quickly died down to simple mumbles were accompanied with Rena tightening her grip on Aoi each time. 

"[color=fuchsia]Dang it, where's Yamato?! The house is just over there...[/color]" 

She uttered silently, she didn't want anymore attention than the what the screams offered them. By now people would be arriving at the scene, and the blades would be extracted. Rena, her look, it wasn't oriented anywhere specific. She was barely breathing and Paneru seemed stuck when it came to dealing with the big sword. As much as Aoi liked to be optimistic and please others... It seemed pretty clear Rena was going to die. Her legs had not moved an inch since the extraction of the blades and she was barely responsive. 

"[color=fuchsia]Hey, hey I'm here, Rena... I'm here...[/color]" 

She said, approaching her head to the dying girl's, only to press her forehead against Rena's. The young clown didn't say a thing, it was simply her way of accompanying her friend to death, so she wouldn't feel alone. She felt it appropriate that she'd be the one to do that, she was the host, the one responsible for her being here. She didn't feel guilty, but she accepted this burden of going through to the end. Aoi wanted to cry, but she had seen death before, maybe not this cruel or this ugly, but whether it was family members or colleagues or even close friends, she had seen some die. A shinobi wasn't allowed to show tears either, and out of respect for Rena, she kept that oath as a shinobi. Now she waited, either for death or for a miracle. Both soothing in a way.