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So here the next chapter... out of the POV of our little redhead.

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She brought him his breakfast to the bed like she had promised. She was sure he was still awake, but his eyes were closed and he didn't open them.

I will be back at four o'clock.", she said, before closing the door behind her.

When she was gone a light odour of Jasmine remained in the room, comforting his nose. Slowly he sat up. What had he done? What was he going to do now? He doesn't want anybody to get involved.

He sighed. The damage was done. He turned to the little bowls of rise and miso soup on the bedside table. He took a bit of the miso. And spat it up immediately. It tasted horrible. He frowned.

Was she trying to poison him? Slowly he tasted a second mouthful of the rice. He chewed slowly and swallowed it. Then he put the bowl aside. This was not going to help him feeling better.

He sighed again. Maybe he should find out where he was.

He uncovered himself and his look fell on the bandages around his upper bodypart. His hands stroke over the white fabric over his wounds, marvelling the professional work. His thoughts wandered to the little girl with the raven black hair and the sparkling blue eyes. It was impossible that this was her work. She had just looked like a little secretary in her short yellow dress.

He tried to sit up, surprised by his succeed. He waited for the dizziness in his head to go away before he stood up. He took the glass of water on the bedside and trank slowly, when his eyes fell on the little pink pills next to the food she had brought. She had mentioned a friend, he remembered. Who was this friend? A doctor? A bad feeling grew in his stomach.

He took one of he pills in his fingers and examined it quickly. It wasn't a medicine he knew. But he was hurting. Tardily he guided the pharmaceutical to his mouth and between his lips, before swallowing it.

It was time to go. Where were his clothes? His glance wandered through the little but very comfortable furnished room. No sight of his black trousers and shirt. He cursed inwardly and made his way to the door to found himself in a short hall. There were four doors in the little corridor. One of them was the entrance door. But he had to find something to wear first.

He shrugged and tried the first one to his right.

Behind the door was a little office room. He walked into the room, looking on the desk, memorizing the papers around the laptop on it, imprinting the adress on it to his memory. A expensive neighborhood. He turned to a bookshelf beside it. Why was he so interested?

Surprised he looked at the books in the bookcase. The upper lines where about management. A manager...not a secretary. The little voice inside his head spoke softly. He had been wrong. But really surprising where the lower lines. Books about kendo, kenpo, swordmanship... Who was this little jasmine girl?

He entered the bathroom. It was very elegant. A large white bathtub was standing in the middle of the large room, making a big contrast to the black floortile. He examined the room quickly, searching for his clothes. Next to the shower in the corner there was a large laundry basket. He ran to it and tore it open, throwing the clothes through the air onto the floor. In the middle of his doing he stopped, looking at the very delicate panties in his hand.
„Fuck.", he murmured, gathering the rags from the floor to put it back into the basket.

He made his way back to the bedroom, opening the closet. He was not very tall, maybe the Jasmine girl had some trousers he could borrow? With one look onto the shelf he neglected his plan. The girl was small and thin. There was no way he could wear her skinny jeans. So he headed for the screendoor only in his boxers. He pulled the handle. Locked.

A grin appeared on his face. What had he expected? To walk out simply?

„Jasmine...", he murmured amused. It would be simple for him to go anyway. But he did not wanted to destroy this door. The girl was trying to be very nice to him. Helping him. He could not thank her with damaging her apartment.

Maybe it would be easier to leave at night, covered in the darkness. Or in the evening, when she was asleep and the keys would be here.

So he made his way to the last door at the end of the corridor. Like he had expected it guided him into the living room. He poked around and his sight got caught on the rack next to the TV.

A beautiful old katana was lying on top of it. His sight was captured by the beautiful ornaments on the scabbard and the used fabric of the hilt. For a moment he was on the verge of taking it and drawing the sword out of the scabbard to discover how the blade would be looking. But he disabused himself and made his way back to the bedroom. It would be the easiest to play asleep when she comes home.

After taking a second pill from the „Friend" of the girl, he got back under the covers, lulled in the already familiar scent of jasmine of the blanket and the pillow.

He lost himself in the little memory he had from the last night. He had been attacked on this street. He had not anticipated this assault. He clenched his fist. He had only been out to get something to eat, leaving his home without his weapon. It had been easy for them to crush him down. He was not wimpy. Even without a sword he had been able to defeat them in a hand to hand combat. It had been five in the beginning, but in the end only two of them had been standing. He must have passed out on this public street and when he woke his attackers where gone.

He had used his last strength to get into the little lane between the two houses. First he had hidden himself from the young girl which had cried out for him. It was just as she turned around, that his memory had been hitting him.

Tomoe..., he thought and frowned. Now he wondered how he could have seen her in this little dressed up girl. In the morning he had seen her blue eyes clearly, not the brown pools he had wished to see in her face. She was smaller than Tomoe, her hair was gorgeous but longer and darker than hers had been. She was a pretty girl, but not a elegant beauty like Tomoe. He chuckled, remembering her silly expression in the morning, startled by his awakening.

He felt dozy. Maybe a side effect of the medicine?

A look onto the alarm clock told him that it would still be a few hours til her return. A little nap wouldn't be wrong... He would be awake anyway in the moment she would enter the flat.