The girl smiled once more.
"You’re so nice… I thought you would just… Attack me or something, we’re supposed to be eneimes…"
Sumizome sighed. Enemies… Could he really be an enemy? He was an artist and seemed to enjoy her flattering words, so how could he be with Akatsuki - the organization she heard so many bad things about… People who murdered other brutally, leaving behind bones and blood. No, there was no way he was like them.
"You seem rather uneasy… Did I say something?" She chuckled, not sure why she was feeling so joyful.