We do not own Shiki. It belongs to Fuyumi Ono, Fuji TV, and Funimation. We do however, own Kenta and Tsubasa Yamamoto.
"Don't take us to a hospital or the police," The pink haired girl told them with a somewhat dangerous glare in her eyes even though it wasn't really that different from how she was looking at first.
So did she take the painful silence away. Kenta's eyes looked confused, so was Tsubasa, staring at her from the back seat together with the still quiet remaining, green haired girl.
"What do you mean?" Tsubasa asked carefully, coming slightly closer to the front seats.
"Don't take us anywhere except for an hotel," The strange girl demanded a little clearer. The girl turned her head to both guys.
"We can care for ourselves"
Tsubasa looked puzzled, leave this woman in pain on her own? That's definitely against his morals.
"You're kidding me," nervousness almost killed him.
"So you wish for us to take you to a hotel without a notice to the police or treatment at a hospital while you got almost killed. Not to mention your painful screams and begging's? Who are you anyway?" Kenta asked. Tsubasa noticed in his voice he was marking this girl as ''untrustworthy'' in his mind. Too bad, even though this girl was completely going mad it is better having his brother with her instead of him going on his knees for Miho. Kenta asking to pick him over an old pervert, it's unbelievable that it could happen.
The busty girl with the bright pink hair glanced out of the window, the reflection of her face looked completely calm as Tsubasa gives it a single glance. Just what is this girl thinking about anyway?
"My name is Shimizu Megumi, the woman next to the little brat Kunihiro Ritsuko," Her voice didn't contain any emotion, as if she didn't care if they knew who they were or not. The girl, called Megumi lifts her arm and curls with her fingers through her soft looking hair. The younger brother narrowed his eyes when she, actually, had insulted him with such ease. It made him almost lose control, almost. It was clear enough that this Shimizu Megumi wouldn't change her attitude even though she got just saved from tractors by them. She sure is a unique one.
"We both have an Ultraviolet sickness called Systemic lupus erythematosus and we can't go out during daylight, perhaps you're familiar with the consequences. Skin irritation, joint pains, nausea, that sort of thing. We know how to help ourselves, so let us deal with it without going to a hospital," The explanation cleared a few things for Tsubasa but the frown on Kenta's face is telling that he still doubt it.
"Just let them go to a hotel, Kenta," he decided.
"Hn," That means he finally approved going to a hotel instead of a hospital.
"My name is Matsumoto Tsubasa and this is my older brother Kenta, nice to meet you," Tsubasa added to the introduction from the girl to not to be rude.
The girls were brought to a hotel and the boys decided to have some time together.
''Don't you dare to leave without us knowing, okay! We're heading to sleep now'' Kenta told the girl named Megumi since she was the only one awake. The wounds of the green haired woman have disappeared and only the bloodstains remains.
''Yeah, yeah. Just go. See you 'round'' the girl had answered, showing him nothing but her back. That was also the last thing he could see before closing the door; The back of a girl with a tender looking skin.
Megumi was no fool. She knew she had been very, very lucky. If these boys hadn't turned up when they did and if this Kenta hadn't risked his life to safe her, she would have been dead.
But because Megumi was no fool, she was cautious. They seemed kind enough for now, but she had no idea what would happen if they discovered what she was. For all she knew they might kindly drive a stake through her heart. That was the reason she had locked both herself and Ritsuko in their own rooms. She had to think. Her first order of business was to find out more about her rescuers.
She carefully slipped out of her hotel room after an hour or so and made her way to the room belonging to the boys, conveniently located on the opposite side of the hallways. The hotel itself was quiet and dimly lit, allowing her to move with relative ease. She pressed herself against the wall next to the day and listened. Her enhanced vampiric senses picked up the breathing of two persons. One was sleeping. The other was moving about. She listened some more and suddenly the one moving stopped. Megumi heard the tell-tale signs of someone dialing a telephone. Now was her chance.
As expected, the boys had not yet locked the door. She opened the door slightly and peeked through, seeing Kenta's back as he talked on the phone. And to make things even easier for her, his coat was hanging right next to the door. With a sly grin, she fetched his wallet from his inner pocket. 'Well, let's see who you are, Matsumoto-san,' she flipped through the wallet and found a driver's license.
She gasped.
Nagasaki!
These weren't simple country bumpkins! There were real men from the big city! Megumi couldn't believe her luck. Immediately, her estimation of her two rescuers increased with leaps and bounds.
She closed her eyes. 'Think, Megumi! THINK! You can't let a chance like this slip through your fingers.'
Megumi quickly replaced the wallet and felt around in the coat for other things. She bit her lip when she lifted Kenta's car keys from the coat.
'You aren't going anywhere, Matsumoto-san,' she grinned and pocketed the keys. The she-vampire then quietly closed the door and returned to her own room to think of the rest of her plan. All that mattered now was getting to the big city. And the boys were the means to an end. But as she watched Kenta on the phone, she concluded that he was a rather cute means to an end.
For now, it was important to keep her being a Shiki hidden. Oh, she wouldn't be above biting Kenta and forcing him to drive him to Nagasaki and simply taking it from there, but only if it would be absolutely necessary. Megumi realized she and Ritsuko needed a safe food supply. Fortunately, she knew just where to get it.
It didn't take Megumi long to find the hospital after leaving the hotel. She had been in Mizobe many times before with her parents to go shopping for things they couldn't buy in Sotoba, so she was familiar with the town. Though Mizobe was an acceptable step up from Sotoba, it still wasn't the big city. And she needed to get to the big city.
Megumi stood in front of the entrance of the ER and looked at the sign next to the door. 'Be welcome all in need of aid,' it read. Megumi shook her head. Sometimes humans made it so easy for her.
When she had first become a Shiki, she had been taught important hunting skills. Sneaking. Scoping. Stalking. Stealth. But also Acting as well. Megumi entered the ER and found relatively few people there. She approached the counter where some nurses were sitting and hunched over, her face twisted in a grimace of pain.
"Please!" Megumi gasped. "Please help me! My tummy. My tummy hurts so much!"
Immediately, the head nurse, a kindly elderly lady, rushed up to her and supported her weight. "Oh, you poor thing," she said as she started dragging Megumi to a side room.
"My tummy," she sniffed, finding that turning on the waterworks always helped. "I feel like I'm going to explode!"
The head nurse helped her get on a stretcher, where Megumi lay sobbing in a fetal position. She then told her she was going to get the doctor to look at her, and turned her back on Megumi.
The head nurse never knew what had hit her. She ended up sitting on the floor with a glazed-over expression while Megumi took her white overcoat, her access card and all the information she needed.
"Thought I was harmless, did you?" Megumi smirked at the head nurse before stepping out of the side room. Now that she had fed, she already felt stronger. From the enthralled nurse, she had learned the blood was stored on the third floor, through the overnight ward.
Now, this wasn't the Ozaki clinic. Unlike there, this hospital was staffed and busy around the clock. That is why Megumi had taken the white coat, as her normal clothes would make her stand out too much. Wearing the white coat meant she could pass for a nurse from a distance. Megumi quickened her pace and used the access card to unlock the personnel service elevator to the third floor, taking the shortest route the head nurse had suggested.
It was delightfully easy to navigate the hospital, as the night staff was smaller than the day staff and most patients were sleeping. Ever so often, she had to avoid a patrol of doctors or nurses and did so by ducking into a room and waiting for them to pass.
She was halfway through the overnight ward when she had to duck into yet another room. Unfortunately, the group of nurses she was dodging had stopped to chat just outside the room and Megumi had no chance to escape without being noticed. In other words, she was forced to wait.
Megumi impatiently tapped her foot. She was on the clock, after all, as it was quite late in the night. It would be morning soon. She started pacing. And only then saw whose room this was. Her red eyes widened.
"Kaori," Megumi blinked as she saw the sleeping girl on the bed. It was odd, really. Though she had tormented the girl who had once been one of her best friends, part of Megumi was pleased to see that Kaori had survived Sotoba. Even happy on some level. She looked so peaceful... and Megumi wondered if she herself looked so peaceful and innocent when she slept during the day. She instinctively caressed the girls cheek.
Outside, the group of nurses had passed and Megumi was about to leave. But just as she wanted to do so, something made her turn around to look at Kaori one more time. Megumi stood still for a moment, then gently removed the necklace she was wearing. She gently put the necklace in Kaori's hand, being careful not to wake her. It was a risk. If Kaori somehow figured out that Megumi was still alive, it could be dangerous, after all. Megumi didn't quite knew why she did it, she just felt that she had to.
Just as she was about to slip out, she heard someone approach.
"Nee-san?" she heard from outside the door. "Are you still sleeping?"
Akira!
Curse her stupidity! Curse her foolish sentimentality!
Megumi was tense, but had to be merciless. As soon as the boy would enter the room, she would yank him into the closet and sink her teeth in him. There was no other way. Megumi extended her fangs and prepared to pounce. The whites of her eyes turned black and her irises red.
Akira patted his pockets and cursed under his breath. Having apparently forgotten something, Akira walked off again.
Megumi closed her eyes and sighed in relief, muttered a quick goodbye to her once-friend, and quickly slipped out. Finding the blood storage was relatively easy from there on. Using the head nurse's access card, she opened the door to the room. She quickly fetched a medical satchel and filled it with all the blood bags she could carry. Refridgerated blood wasn't as good as fresh from the body, but it would do. The blood room had a window and thanks to her vampiric strength, she jumped down with ease. And after dumping the coat and the card in a dumpster, rushed back to the hotel. The sun would rise soon.
After getting back to the hotel, Megumi already felt an unnatural fatigue starting to sap at her will to stay awake. There was one more task she had to accomplish, though. Megumi went back to her room, emptied the mini-bar and threw the satchel into the fridge. She took out one bag, though, and headed over to Ritsuko's room. There, she looked at the severaly weakened sleeping woman, who stirred in her sleep.
"To-hru…." she muttered weakly in her painful slumber. The busty pinkette sighed.
Megumi opened the spigot on the blood bag and forced Ritsuko's mouth open. The great majority of the bag's contents found its way into Ritsuko's stomach while she slept. The twintailed girl then sneered at the odd-haired nurse.
"If you ruin this for me," Megumi whispered to the sleeping woman. "I swear to god, I will stake you myself."
The busty pinkette then closed the drapes and got under the covers and let slumber take her.
The next day…
"I'm telling you, this doesn't add up at all," Kenta sighed as he and his brothers were having coffee at a roadside cafe, out of earshot of any of the other patrons. He was feeling tired. In fact, he was feeling extremely tired, which was no surprise considering all that had happened. All in all, he had been up for almost twenty-four hours.
"Shizumu-san. Don't you think it's rather strange that a girl who's almost been killed by a mob or religious fanatics doesn't want to run screaming to the police to tell what has happened? What about her family? She must have family right? Doesn't she want them to know she's okay? And she practically bit my head off when I suggested we still needed to get Kunihiro-san to a doctor. All because of some sort of mystery disease they both have?"
Tsubasa let out a very deep sigh. "You think to much, aniki. Maybe she's just scared. I know I'd be scared. And maybe it was her family that tried to kill her in the first place."
"Why would her own family try to kill her?" Kenta brought the cup to his mouth and sipped the murky brown liquid. Finding its taste ever worse than what came out of the office coffee machine, he quickly put it down again.
"Pfft," Tsubasa snorted. "Maybe they attacked her because she was different? You know, because she can only go out at night? That's how superstitious country folk can be."
"If that's the case, that it's even more horrible," Kenta nodded.
"Hasn't she gone through enough without you accusing her of anything?" Tsubasa replied.
"I know. But... there's other things. For one thing, my car keys are missing."
Tsubasa muttered something under his breath again. "Kenta, you're always losing stuff."
"This is different. Shizumu-san took them," Kenta spoke with certaintly.
Just about as Tsubasa was about to sputter an angry retort to this accusation, Kenta held up his hand and interrupted the coming tirade.
"You are right, I'm always losing my keys. That's why I put a clapper on my keychain, remember? I clap my hands a couple of times and it beeps."
"Yeah?" Tsubasa raised an eyebrow, apparently not following his train of thought. "So?"
"I was clapping around the hotel to try to find the keys and I faintly heard a beep after some attempts," he looked Tsubasa in the eye. "It was coming from Shimuzu-san's room, behind the locked door."
"So?" Tsubasa shrugged. "You could have lost them in her room."
"I could have, yes," Kenta nodded. "Except for the fact that I never went inside Shimuzu-san's room at all?"
"Huh," Tsubasa scratched his head. "Well, maybe she's just scared we're going to leave during the day. Just proves she doesn't know us very well, hm? Not yet anyway."
Kenta rubbed his temples. "Well, I think our vacation is now officially over. We should probably head back to Nagasaki soon."
Suddenly, Tsubasa's eyes positively lit up. Kenta knew that look - his brothers thoughts were in a happy place. And when he finally figured out what his brother was thinking, he shook his head in disbelief.
"No. No. NO!" he slammed his fist on the table. "We are not taking them home with us!"
"Why not!" Tsubasa wailed, attracting some attention from people sitting on other tables. The boys were quiet for a moment, waiting for their unwanted attention to vanish.
"Why not?" Tsubasa asked again. "They're both so cute and innocent. And you need to live a little, aniki. At least they are better than Miho. Everybody's better than Miho. Even drain cleaner is better than Miho! We have saved them," he nodded vigorously. "And now we have the obligation to take care of them. Our house is big enough for four people."
"Don't be daft!" Kenta narrowed his eyes. Tsubasa was getting ahead of himself and it was his responsiblity as the adult to reign him in. "They must have family to take care of them. And if they don't, the state will see to their care."
Tsubasa shook his head in disbelief. "I don't believe you! I mean, we're big god damn heroes! And girls love big god damn heroes!"
Kenta felt anger welling up inside him and forced himself to remain calm. "Will you keep it in your pants for just a moment and think straight? I need to turn myself in to the police, Tsubasa."
"What?" he blinked. "Why?"
"Because I shot people, Tsubasa!" he replied. "Don't you get it?"
"But they were bad people! And you shot them in self-defense," Tsubasa spat angrily.
"Which will have to be determined by an official police investigation," Kenta nodded. "And, I know it was self-defense. I know I had to do it to save Shimuzu-san. But do you really think that will help me sleep at night?"
"They were bad people," Tsubasa said again.
Kenta leant back a little. How to reply? "Things aren't always black and white. I need to know what happened in Sotoba, but there was nothing in the papers yet. I wondered if there was something on the news so I tried to call old man Keji at the office, but he wasn't in yet."
"You did what you had to do. Done. Now let's go home and take care of those girls," Tsubasa offered again.
"This isn't going to go away just because you don't want to hear it," Kenta replied. He didn't like it, but now had to put his foot down and be forceful with his brother.
"This evening, we will bring Kunihiro-san to the hospital like we should have done yesterday. And after that, we will go to the police and we will tell them the whole story whether Shizumu-san likes it or not!"
Tsubasa almost exploded with anger. He sputtered and stammered looking for the right words. Finally, he just got up from his seat and started to walk away.
"Tsubasa," Kenta sighed and shook his head.
"You know what?" he shouted back. "DROP DEAD!"
And after that he stomped off into town, leaving Kenta to shake his head and lament what had just happened. These days, he and Tsubasa had been having more conflicts, but it hardly ended in a blow-out like this. But it had to be done. This was the only right way. His tired mind drifted back to Sotoba, to that night when they had rescued Shizumu-san.
He remembered the mind blowing image of that poor girl trapped underneath a tractor, screaming for help. Horrible. Dispicable.
But he also remembered the faces of the people he shot. In the end, they were normal men like himself. Kenta wondered if they had families. Children. And he hoped that, despite everything, they were alright.
He had flagged a waitress earlier and she arrived with his order. A cup and a bottle of sake.
"Pardon me," he smiled when the waitress pour him a drink. "Could you please leave the bottle?"
Right now, he had sorrows he needed to soothe. Sake was always good for that.
Tsubasa stormed down the street hands in pocket as a scowl as planted on his face.
"Stupid Kenta. Can't he see that she was trying to get away from those monsters and aim for freedom," he snarled underneath his breath. Thankfully the hotel was close to the hospital and to the coffee shop, which meant a short and easy walk for the track and field runner. He stared up at the hospital and saw a newspaper stand nearby. He walked towards it and submitted some yen coins to receive a newspaper. He opened the box and got out the article. On it's front page with a warzone of town…
Massive Fire and Massacre in Sotoba Village. Over 600 dead.
Last night, Mizobe authorities came to Sotoba in order to see what is causing all of the ruckus due to the fire. When they arrived, one officer Takagi Takeshi said "You smelled death and blood everywhere. And this was AFTER the fire. Made me sick to my stomach" After the fire has passed, authorities searched the village for any survivors. Instead, they found hundreds of corpses in seperate pits near the town shrine. Upon further inspection, the victims were murdered heinously and without remorse, even in post mortem. Invetigators found the murder weapons sprawled across the entire town(all with different and numerous prints), which investigators and authorities are speculating that over a few hundred people were in a cult which murdered people of all ages, gender, or creed, as numerous bloodstains were evident upon a form of religous dress known as "Mushi-Okuri".
In addition, the work of bombs seems to be at work as well. At the western edge of Sotoba, near the place of origin of the fire, investigators found a blast site deep inside a pit with several dozen bodies found, which could mean that the cult had people profficient in creating explosives. "This is worse than the Oklahoma City bombing in America back in 95'" said sheriff Ken Bak. "I mean, all of these people were murdered and we have no way to find the suspects, who could apart of a terrorist ring much similar to the Al Qaeda in the Middle East".
The American's FBI and CIA and Interpol agencies from Europe would be assisting the Japanese government in hunting down the ones responsible for causing this great calamity in our country. And-
Tsubasa smirked. With this, he could silence Kenta's "worries" and now he has evidence. Even the media is supporting him, now that Megumi was hunted by some domestic terrorist cult.
"Don't worry Shimizu-san. I got your back" as he walked off, he did not notice a girl with flower pigtails in a hospital gown staring at him oddly as he wrapped the paper up and walked back to the hotel room.
When he returned to the hotel room and walked in and sat on the bed. He could not help but feel sorry for Ritsuko and Megumi. Both two beautiful young women, who were hunted down like animals all so that some religous terrorist group would get their kicks. But now he has reason to show to his brother why Megumi is doing what she is doing, maybe now his sympathetic bone would resound more. He decided to turn on the TV, to which it to was covering the Sotoba fire and massacre. Tsubasa still could not fathom why people would do such a horrible thing. But then again, his brother stood up to terrorists and stared them down and saved Megumi. They are friggin heroes!
That evening…
Kenta was close to nodding off again when he finally heard some moving around behind the locked door in front him. He checked it watch and learned he'd been sitting her on a wooden chair in the hotel corridor for about an hour waiting for the girl to come out. He waited for the lock to snick open and then laid eyes upon the girl with the beautiful eyes again, looking just as lovely and sweet as she had yesterday. Her deep pink colored hair was still tied in two bunches, her busom large and perky, and her clothes were still flamboyant. The girl seemed momentarily startled to find Kenta sitting outside her room.
"Good morning," Kenta announced. "Or, rather, good evening, Shimizu-san."
"Matsumoto-san," she nodded. "Did come to check up on me?"
"I couldn't sleep much," Kenta replied. "Tsubasa is still in his room. He was rather tired. We... had a bit of an argument today so I thought I'd give him some space."
"Anything serious?" the girl, whose name he learned was Megumi, cocked her head sideways. She was a curious person, that much was obvious.
"Let's just say I broke a promise and leave it at that," he shook his head.
'A bit of an argument' was a massive understatement. When Tsubasa had found him back at the cafe with a bottle of sake, he had exploded. The younger boy had gone on a massive tirade about broken promises and self-control. And, to top it off, Tsubasa had made use of the situation to proclaim himself to be Kenta's moral superior and bluntly told him that taking the girls home with them was now his decision to make.
The last word about that had not been spoken, of course, but it was so typical of his younger brother to exploit Kenta so that a situation would turn out in his favor. He was a sly one that way.
"Ooooh," Megumi suddenly closed her eyes and shook her head. "My clothes are a mess! Look at me! I'm all covered with mud and grime. You must think I am such a messy person."
Kenta couldn't help but laugh. He was happy to see that, despite everything which had happened to her, she was now worried about her looks. It was a good sign and meant she wasn't suffering too much from post-traumatic stress.
He could tell from her sudden change in expression that Megumi was somewhat offended that Kenta had laughed. He quickly held up his hands. "Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. It's just that, with all that happened, your clothes seem sort of like a minor issue."
Megumi held up one finger in an admonishing fashion. "Taking good care of your appearance and making sure you are always wearing the latest fashion is the most important thing in a girl's life! But you're man, I don't expect you to understand that."
Kenta chuckled for a moment. "You're right," he said, somewhat more bitterly than he intended. "Most of the time, I don't understand girls at all."
Megumi seemed to have forgiven his transgression. He was glad for it.
"I have to admit, I had a bit of an ulterior motive to wait outside your room as well," Kenta said. Kenta said nothing more, but clapped his hands. Beeping came from inside the room, making Megumi look at Kenta quizically. "You have my car keys," he said with a smile.
"Oh?" Megumi frowned. "OH!"
Rather embarrassed that she had been discovered, Megumi shuffled her feet. "Uh, I, uh, didn't mean to steal them, it's just that. Well..."
"No need to be embarrassed," Kenta nodded. "Let me guess, you were too afraid to be alone, but also too afraid to be among people right now."
Megumi looked away. "Something like that," she whispered.
"Oh," Kenta said. "There's something I want to show you. You might want to sit down for this." He handed her the local newspaper from his morning, which she took. Megumi's eyes darted over the page, back to Kenta and then to the page.
"Sotoba?" she asked. "Burned?"
"I'm sorry," Kenta spoke. "I've just watched the news. Half the country is in uproar over this tragedy and the police are combing what's left of the village. They're bringing in foreign aid to help the investigation and identify all the bodies. Interpol, FBI..."
"Don't be sorry," Megumi's expression darkened considerably. "It was an awful place filled with moronic sheep. I'm glad it burned down! I'm glad it's been destroyed! I'm glad that they're all dead!"
Surprised by the hard edge and malice in her voice, Kenta watched as Megumi tossed the paper into a nearby waste basket and strolled over to the window, keeping her back turned to him. Megumi lay her hands on the windowsill and looked outside into the night. Her eyes narrowed when she thought back on the memory.
"They came with axes. They came with torches. The night was filled with blood."
"The cult?"
"Yes," Megumi replied. "The cult. It was led by the local head doctor, Ozaki Toshio. The victims were picked completely random. It all started when they brutally murdered Kirishiki-san during the Kagura festival. After that... it was just a massacre. Nobody was safe. I managed to get away from the killings as much as I could. A stubborn enough person can survive anything, you see? Rage and desperation are one hell of an anaesthetic."
Kenta wasn't sure what he could say to cheer up Megumi. Perhaps he shouldn't even try.
"And now the village is dead," Megumi said. "My parents. Yuuki-kun. All gone."
He noticed that was sadness in her voice. Moreso when she mentioned this Yuuki-kun than when she had mentioned her parents. "Was he your boyfriend?"
A laugh came from Megumi, full of bitterness and self-pity. "If only," she said, still keeping her back turned to him.
Kenta wanted to comfort Megumi by placing his hands on her shoulders, just to say that she wasn't alone. But he changed his mind at the last moment. He had only known her for a couple of hours and his gesture, though meant as a kindness, could be misconstrued.
Still, Kenta knew a mood-changer when he heard one and started to change the subject. "The police might be interested to learn what you know. You are a surviving witness, after all." Megumi shook her head.
"I don't trust the police. At Sotoba, the police were in on it all too."
"I understand," he nodded. There were plenty of investigators out there anyway, and he had a feeling it wouldn't take long before a lot of Sotoba's dirty laundry would be aired.
"Do you have any family outside Sotoba we can contact?"
"There's nobody," Megumi said and finally, turned around. She was smiling brightly this time. "But that's okay. Because even though I'm all alone and don't know where to go, for the first time in my life I'm completely free. There's a world out there to explore! And I want to see it all!"
"Sounds good," he nodded. "Now, shall we check on your friend?"
Kenta was confused by Megumi's constant mood changes, but he had to admit her current cheerfulness was infectious. As they slowly walked towards the bathroom where Ritsuko was finishing her shower, Megumi darted, hummed and danced around him, looking spritely and alive as if she was playing some sort of faraway fantasy in her head.
"Hey, Matsumoto-san?" Megumi suddenly stopped dancing. "You may call me Megumi-chan if you like. And I shall call you Kenta-kun?"
Kenta smiled briefly. "That's fine. Megumi-chan."
Kenta knocked on the door before unlocking it. "Kunihiro-san? Are you descent?"
There was no answer. Megumi and Kenta shared a look. He swiftly unlocked the door and entered. What he saw wasn't encouraging. Kunihiro-san was sitting huddled in a corner, trembling and sobbing. He could also see that the mirror in the bathroom room had been smashed to pieces.
"Oh dear," he gasped, realizing that Kunihiro-san was not dealing with the whole ordeal as well as Megumi was.
Megumi who stood behind him said nothing. But if Kenta had turned his head to look at her, he would have seen Megumi's blackened eyes, staring at the pathetic creature huddling in the corner with utter disgust.