"Me." shifts in his chair.
"Look Ayu, there's only soo much I can tell you right now. I ..."
Ayu Yamada was drunk and was lost. Not unusual for Ayu Yamada when she was drunk. But as she turned a dark alleyway, a moronic grin erupted from her face, eyes turned starry. "Morita!?" She lunged to hug her once friend Shinobu Morita. As she connected, Shinobu gave way and they crashed to the hard cement sidewalk. Shinobu spat out a spray of blood from his mouth. Even in her drunken haze, Ayu Yamada realized something was wrong. She touched her stomach to feel the sticky slimy wetness. By the time the reality sunk in, Morita was unconscious. She got up, her sweater and muffler bloodied, her gloves stained. She fumbled with her cell phone, but realized the police wasnt a good idea. Ayu pulled at Morita's pants to find a wallet, she checked for an address.
Ayu and Shinobu sat in a big flat, Morita's 7 bedder pad. Where He lived alone. They sat in the living room, on big wide gray cushioned chairs. The place was simple and nice. It was'nt some dark bohemian vampire & satan worshipper spread Yamada had pictured. Shinobu Morita had always been wierd. And most often rich. ANd a bit off a screwball. But no one knew what he did. And where He'd dissappear, when they were in college together. Ayu Yamada had shifted to Kyoto after graduating from art college. She was the same age as Morita had been when she had last seen him: 24 yrs old. That made Morita 27 yrs old. But He still looked the same. She had'nt had any contact with any of her friends upon graduation. That was 3 long years now. And here she was, in Morita's living room, in Kyoto, where He'd been living for a long time too. They sat sipping strong dark green tea, Ayu in a fluffy yellow sweater and a white top concealed underneath and a beige skirt. Morita in a pair of blue pants, His torso coarsely bandaged.
Ayu had taken the liberty to shift to Morita's when he was still unconscious, temporarily.