Hitame looked down at her feet and sighed. "There's nothing wrong with me. It's probably just a cold, I don't knoe. But Naomi's only being paranoid." she said softly, glancing as her sister. Naomi bit her lower lip and looked at Sophia. When Sophia asked if she knew if her sister had had a fever or something of the sort, Naomi shook her head. "No, not that I know of." the younger girl said. She looked at Hitame again, only to find her sister glaring at her. Naomi knew that she didn't want anyone knowing that something might be wrong with her, including herself. But Naomi was worried, Hitame never got sick and now that it seemed she was, she was freaking out. She didn't want anything to happen to the only person she had left, to the only person who ever took care of her since they were younger.
"Well, that's because I'm careful when I'm around you." Hitame shrugged as she looked over at Sophia. Of course she was lying. Like Naomi had said, Hitame was a very agile person and she was always on her toes, alert about everything. She was hardly ever caught off guard and she as far back as she could remember she never fell unless someone caused her too. And even then, it was hard to make Hitame fall just like that. Her senses were very acute and the at the slightest sign of danger, the girl would always make sure she was prepared fot whatever could happen. "Well then you're really careful everywhere. Because as far as I can remember you have never fallen at all." Naomi said matter of factly and Hitame looked down a bit. "Damn it, Naomi..." she mutter softly under her breath so no one would hear her.
The thirteen year old knew her sister was only worried about her, and she understood that. After all for almost 10, maybe more, years, Hitame had been in that position. All the time, she would be worried about Naomi. Worried that she would get sick again, and that one day she wouldn't be able to help her and something bad would happen to her sister. But she couldn't stand to have people helping her. Hitame was the type of person that never relied on anyone to help her, she always got out of her problems alone. There were very few times, if any, that she had ever asked anyone for help. It just wasn't like her to ask for help, a trait she got from her biological parents, a trait she doesn't know she got from them.