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[h2][color=red]Daiki Naito[/color][/h2][/center] 

	[b]H[/b]e was never that good at speaking to people, though lately, he'd been finding the right words for the right situation.  A small smirk played on his lips before twisting into a gritted snarl of pain. He clasped the foot of his extended leg before snapping his wide—golden—eyes onto Aoi.  They screamed many curses that his pain wouldn't allow out his mouth. 

	[b]G[/b]roaning, Daiki stood up, raising to his full height. [color=red] “[b]T[/b]he hell … i-is your problem, Aoooi?”[/color] He confronted her instinctively, so was the way of the Naito.

	[b]T[/b]he question was answer by Aoi's own views. His pain began to fade over time and Daiki's face dulled into disbelief. A soft [b]tsk[/b] left him as he rubbed his still throbbing foot, his eyes peering into Aoi's with a calm that rivaled her own ire. [color=red] “[b]Y[/b]ou know just as I do that they don't need to do this … This situation is special. He's not a enemy.”[/color] He looked to the man's back. [color=red] “[b]T[/b]he cards he was dealt was rigged, that's all he's truly guilty of.  If they kill this man …  he'd burden them for a very long time. We're use to it, me especially. One more innocent makes no difference on my shoulders.”[/color]
	
	[color=red] “... [b]B[/b]ut can you imagine what that weight would be like on Doto or Rin? It wouldn't be good.”[/color] he assured her.