Amaya frowned sadly at Akihime's name, taking the first shot and hitting the target straight on, her heart ached for her missing friend, and her stomach payed the price. For the rest of the day, the slow steady shots of Amaya's gun sounded, through dinner and well into the night, but around four a.m, silence hung over the estate, and even at four thirty, no shots had been fired. Amaya lay asleep against her gun, the lack of food and manual labor from that day causing her to fall asleep while working.