Shae waved a hand towards him, quickly shifting it to appear as if she was brushing her own hair. It was ironic, yes. Incredibly. She remained in the room for a moment longer then left, angry and frustrated. Her dad had more experience than most people for the job. She headed downstairs and picked up her bag, passing a glance towards the Shinigami who'd pretty much just made himself at home. Rolling an eye, she headed back upstairs, pushing open the door to her room. 

"I can buy more." She commented, quietly. The last thing she needed was anyone catching her talking to thin air. She shut the door and dropped her bag onto the bed. It wasn't a comfortable feeling. The guilt had managed to stay away but yet the feeling of pure hate and annoyance towards the man who'd chosen his. Twenty-seven year old son with no real experience over a man who had more than thirty years of experience and a high patient survival rate, third highest in the country. She slumped down into her chair and stared at the wall for a moment.

The temptation was there. She stood slowly and moved over to the tv, switching it on and choosing to seat herself on her bed instead. A hand drove into her bag, pulling out the books she needed for homework. She didn't need to think about it anymore. Yet there it was, wedged in the middle of her maths book. She shouldn't. She had no reason to. None at all. He was the second wealthiest man in the city and the hospital's largest donor and sponsor. Yes, it would reach the news and hell, it would be revenge, but what for? Her dad was still a doctor, still one of the best. She stared at the cover for a moment. A long minute passed before she slipped across the room for her laptop. 

She searched quietly before finding his name plastered at the top of the hospital home page. She'd not noticed the pen still in her hand until she subconsciously clicked on the lid. A few moments passed. Then a few more. Perhaps even ten minutes of simply staring at a name. She wouldn't get caught. The man was nearly sixth years old. 

[i]Akane Kurogane[/i] 

The name stayed in her head for some time. Turning backwards and forth. Eventually, after a some of ten minutes, she'd scrawled his name into the pages of her new book. Upon realisation, she tossed the book across the bed and slumped down once more.