Juugo didn't relax, even when she sat down. He took a few steps back, glancing around, as nervous as the little birds that fluttered around him. His friends were still there though, and they always seemed to know even before he did when it was going to come out, so he didn't need to run just yet. But soon. He couldn't chance it.

"No. No--" Juugo grabbed his own hair, nearly pulling it out. "It will come out. I don't want to hurt anyone; I have to get away. I have to go."

It was always there, like a whisper in the dark, but as his heart pounded he could feel it getting louder. No! She seemed nice; he couldn't. So that was when he turned and started to run. He was fast, for someone dressed in poor clothes for the weather and not a trained ninja.