Don't take that smile away

CHAPTER THREE

Beta'd by Sparroe51

Gemma heard the front door of the clubhouse open and shut, but she brushed it off as her imagination as she went on with tidying up the room Yuri was calling her own for the time being. She'd never say it, but the girl was being helpful despite her fucked up shoulder. That night when they came back from the carnival, everyone gathered at the bar and got drunk. Even the new girl's cool front was broken as she started drinking more. Surprisingly enough, she warmed up nicely to Tig, the only person who considered having his way with her when she was knocked out. With alcohol in her system, she hit it off pretty well with everyone. Gemma had also noticed how Juice looked at her. He made more than a few attempts to drunkenly hit on her, but she had more control over herself, and evaded his advances by talking to someone else or moving. No one bothered to stop him as it was way too funny to watch Juice continually make an ass of himself. But the party had to come to an end sooner or later, and at around 3 AM, everyone crashed. At this point, everyone was pretty drunk, even Yuri, and that was when Tig drunkenly tried to make a pass at her, but Gemma caught her before they started anything on the couch. There was no protest ( from Yuri, that is ) as she led her back to her room.

But did all this mean she liked or trusted Yuri? Hell no. She knew how sly, and doggish females were. She just liked not having a shit ton of paperwork to do.

When Yuri awoke later in the day, she wasn't hungover at all, which only surprised and fueled Gemma's curiosity. Your average girl couldn't handle that much alcohol and wake up without a killer headache. Only people she saw able to do that were the partiers like herself and the Cara Cara girls. But her suspicions stayed just that as she kept herself from asking any questions. No point in getting to know the girl if she was going to end up leaving in the end, right?

After throwing the last piece of clothing into the hamper, Gemma knew she probably looked a mess after cleaning, so she made her way to the bathroom. When she tried to open the bathroom door, it didn't budge. On the other side, Yuri jumped from her seat on the toilet and ended up dropping the folder. Papers exploded out of it, and covered the floor. Gemma gave the knob another turn before knocking, "Someone in there?"

It was silent for a moment as Yuri panicked and tried to pick up the papers as quickly as she could without making too much sound, "U-uh, yeah. I'm in here, Gemma. Be right out!" she answered as she frantically stuffed the papers back into the folder. Gemma sighed in annoyance and jutted her hip out, "Hurry up, I gotta go." she said plainly as she took a few steps back and waited for the door to open. She swore she heard the rustle of paper just before the door opened, "You okay in there?"

Yuri gave her a sheepish smile, "Wasn't feeling too good."

Gemma raised an eyebrow and watched as the shorter girl slipped past her and hurried out of the clubhouse. Once outside, Yuri removed the folder from behind her back and quickly entered the office where she set the folder down like she was instructed to do. As she was leaving, she caught Clay entering the clubhouse with the rest of the Sons behind him and wondered if they were about to have some kind of meeting or something. She knew better than to be in the clubhouse when a meeting was going happening, so she busied herself with talking to Lowell, a guy who worked in the shop.

"So, they're having a meeting?" Yuri asked.

"Yeah. Probably about the shop or club. Business as usual." Lowell answered her, fidgeting with his rag.

"You work here, why aren't you in there with them?" Yuri frowned slightly.

Lowell laughed a bit awkwardly, "I just work at the shop, I'm not a part of the motorcycle club or anything, so I'm not in there with them." he spoke softly.

Yuri saw how uncomfortable the question made him, and decided to change the subject, "You been working here long?" she asked. Lowell seemed to appreciate the change in subject, "For a couple of years. I really like it here! Clay, y'know, he helped me get—"

Lowell's reply was cut off as Hale pulled in accompanied by a single squad car. Yuri watched them both park before the two cops got out and waited behind Hale.

"Why are they here?" Yuri asked as she began to worry if it had something to do with the gas station incident.

Lowell shrugged his shoulders, "Dunno. I better go get Clay and Jax though."

Lowell quickly made his way into the clubhouse, leaving her to stand outside alone, staring at Hale and the two cops.

As Hale watched Lowell disappear into the clubhouse to do what he assumed was fetch Clay, his serious gaze landed on an unfamiliar face. Her arm was pulled into a sling, and she seemed to be staring back at him, only his eyes were hidden behind tinted glasses so she had no idea if he was actually looking back at her. After giving her a once over, he wondered if whatever was wrong with her arm was thanks to something the Sons had done. He had the fleeting idea to go over and question her, but seeing Clay and Jax emerge from the clubhouse reminded him of why he was paying them a visit.

Yuri watched the two groups come together, and for a moment, she thought Clay was going to start swinging as his steps were heavy and full of anger or annoyance. Jax on the other hand seemed relaxed and even a bit cocky as he and the rest of the Sons approached Hale.

"Did something happen?" she asked Lowell as he took his spot next to her.

"Still don't know. Hale has it out for Clay and Jax, so he's probably just here to press buttons." Lowell pushed back the hair on his forehead.

"Hale? He's the guy with the glasses, I assume. What happened between the three of them?" She shaded her eyes with her good hand while squinting to get a better look.

"Oh you know, loud bikes, disturbing the peace and stuff. Nothing serious. Like I said, he's just here to mess with them." Lowell said dismissively before stuffing the dirty rag into his pocket.

Yuri nodded her head and fell silent as she tried to listen in on the conversation. She was only able to pick up bits and pieces of it, but she knew by the way they were standing that they weren't discussing anything good. When the conversation was apparently over, Hale turned and left in his jeep, leaving the two cops behind. But before he left, he called one of the cops over, and whispered something to him before finally leaving. Yuri wondered what he had said as the two cops regrouped and tried talking to the Sons. None of them seemed to be willing to work with them as they spat some obscenities at the two before moving over to the garage instead of the clubhouse.

Officer Mann turned to his partner Fain, "Hale wants us to interview the girl over there, says he's never seen her before." he said before glancing over to Yuri who was busy talking to Kip. Officer Fain leaned back to see past his partner, and was pleased with what he saw. He made sure not to stare as it was unprofessional, but those long legs in those rolled up jean shorts were hard to look away from. Officer Mann saw him staring and nudged him, "Stop staring like that." he said with a devious smile, knowing he was close to doing the same.

"Well, I gotta get back to work. Have a nice day, Miss Yuri." Lowell smiled to her.

"Oh, okay. Later." Yuri replied with a small smile. She had told him to stop addressing her like that the first time they met, but he insisted that he didn't feel right calling her anything else. He said she reminded him of a supermodel on a Miss Universe show he had watched when he was younger, and felt adding "Miss" was appropriate. She wasn't going to argue with him. The look in his eyes told of a dark and sad past, and she felt all too familiar memories flooding into her mind as she looked at him. It was obvious that he was a drug abuser. Whether or not he was off them was unclear to her, and she didn't feel it was her place to ask. With that, she allowed him to call her "Miss Yuri" no matter how humorous the Sons thought it was, or how embarrassed she got being called it.

Just as she was hopping down from the wooden table and gathering up her things, Officers Mann and Fain approached her. When she turned, she was greeted by shiny badges, "Uh, yes, Officers?" she asked as she looked up at them. From the corner of her eye, she could see the Sons tense up as they watched the two cops approach her, but Yuri wasn't worried. Back in Japan, she had picked up on how to look innocent one moment, and to blush and smile like a whore in heat the next.

"We're investigating an incident that happened here in Charming. We're asking anyone who was at the Carnival yesterday some questions, were you there yesterday?" Officer Mann asked. Yuri slowly nodded her head, a worried look taking over her face. "Well then, we need to ask you a few questions about a girl." Officer Fain chimed in as he dug around in his pocket and pulled out a photo, "Did you happen to run into, or see this girl at the carnival?"

Yuri gasped slightly as she took the picture, "Yes. Her name is Tristen, right? I literally bumped into her. Knocked her soda out of her hands and offered to get her a new one, but then we started talking, and she asked if I'd go on a r-ride with her. D-did something happen?" she asked brokenly as tears welled up in her eyes. Officer Mann let his head fall a bit, "Yes, she was raped by someone while at the carnival." he spoke quietly and solemnly, "Did anything strike you as odd when with her? Perhaps panicked, or in distress?"

"No, she was smiling and happy. I mean, after the ride, she said she had to go because her parents were probably looking for her. She looked a bit panicked then, but that's only normal, right?" Yuri asked softly as she handed the photo back. Both officers nodded their heads, "So nothing strange stood out to you?"

"No, she looked normal to me."

"What happened to your arm?"

"Oh, this? I stupidly jumped out of the shower yesterday, and lost my footing. I banged it up pretty good, and it's just really sore right now. Doctor said I didn't need a cast since nothing was broken, but gave me a sling just to be safe. I'll be back to normal in no time." she told them as she flashed them a small smile. Luckily the shirt she wore hid the real wound. The two cops seemed to accept her story for now, and said goodbye before making their way back to their squad car.

Yuri let out a soft sigh and made her way over to the Sons who stood at the entrance of the garage anxiously waiting for her to tell them what the cops wanted with her.

"Don't worry, they were just asking about a rape at the carnival. Apparently Tristen Oswald was the victim. I told them I bumped into her and rode a ride with her before she took off looking for her parents." Yuri informed the group, but she knew they already had the details considering Tristen's father asked that they bring the rapist to him so that he could kill him. Jax smiled and gave her a nod of approval before pulling out his phone to call Juice back and order Kip to follow Hale.

It had been an hour since the two cops interviewed her, and all they asked for since then was coffee. Everyone but the cops were growing impatient it seemed as every minute spent waiting for them was a minute the rapist used to get further and further away. Eventually, Clay, Jax and Tig got tired of waiting, and the latter suggested tranquilizing the two cops by drugging their coffee. Both Clay and Jax liked the idea, but was unsure if the two cops would be so willing to take a direct offering of coffee from them.

Remembering that they were housing an attractive young lady, Jax pushed off from the wall and made his way into the office where Tig was drugging the coffee and Yuri was sitting reading some papers.

"Yuri." Jax drawled sweetly with a smile as she approached her. She looked at him with a raised brow, "What?" she questioned as he moved behind her and used the back of the chair she sat in to brace himself as he leaned in closer to her, "I need you to do me a favor and bring those cops a refill." he spoke lowly. Yuri disliked the invasion of her personal space, but didn't dwell on it. After all, the sooner she agreed, the sooner he'd be gone. She looked over to see Tig swishing some coffee around in a pot, and assumed that was what she was being asked to use, "Sure, I'll bring them some more coffee."

Jax smiled, "Thank you, sweatheart." he said as he moved back to let her get up, "Call them over."

Yuri nodded her head, "I'll do something even better to make sure they come." she replied with smile, the accidental play on words leaving Tig in somewhat of a stupor as she left the office and sauntered over to the two cops.

As she approached, they straightened up, and she smiled at them, "You've been standing out here in the sun for a while. Why not come inside for a bit?" she asked them before leaning in close enough to see into their cups and for them to get a nice whiff of the vanilla scented perfume she wore, "I can give you a refill." she added before biting her bottom lip slightly.

"Sure." Officer Mann finally spoke. Yuri batted her eyelashes before turning and leading them into the office. Once inside, she smiled at Tig who held the coffee pot. She took the paper cups from the cops, making sure to brush fingers with them, and allowed Tig to fill them up again before handing them back. They both took a large gulp of the drugged coffee as they made their way further into the office, and Yuri had to stifle a giggle when Tig offered Jax some of the tainted coffee. It took but a moment for the drugs to kick in and cause the two to go limp.

Jax and Chibs left to meet up with Kip, while Tig and Bobby left to search for a man named Darby. Their departures left her alone with Clay, Juice and the two drugged cops since Gemma had left on some important errand. Seeing as though she had nothing to do, Yuri wandered aimlessly around the compound, and before long, she was inside the clubhouse looking for something to do.

Upon entering, Juice leaned away from his computer only to see Yuri making her way towards his general direction. He smiled at her, but like always, he got a stoic response. Normally, most guys would be put off by this, but for some reason he couldn't stop trying to engage her. Given the chance to think about it, it probably had something to do with how helpless and defenseless she looked when she fainted, and had to sit between him and Kip in the car. Then there were the brief moments he got to see her while she was knocked out her in the clubhouse. All of the women he came into contact with here at the club were all commanding, and had that in your face kind of sexy going on. He wasn't complaining about the sex, that's for sure, but the ladies from Cara Cara were all ready to give it up ( sometimes without even asking ) in a heartbeat, and obviously had been around more than a few times.

Whether or not Yuri was the same didn't matter; she carried herself and had the allure of someone that didn't, and that's what intrigued him the most. Plus she was an outsider to this kind of life, so she seemed a bit exotic to him. But no matter how hard he tried, she always pushed him away, even with the simplest of things.

"Got nothing to do, huh?" he asked as he resumed typing. Yuri eyed his leather clad back from her spot at the bar, not bothering to answer him as she fiddled idly with a shot glass. Juice took the silence as the okay to keep talking, "So, you're from Japan. Never met a Japanese girl." he spoke with a chuckle, feeling unsure of what exactly to say.

"I'm part Chinese." Yuri answered curtly. She didn't like being this way with Juice, but she hated how he acted like he wanted to get to know her when he only wanted to have sex. At least Tig was honest about what he wanted. He didn't try to strike up idle chit-chat like Juice did.

You'd think her shortness with him would be enough to end the conversation, but he mumbled 'Oh, right' before continuing, "How's your shoulder?"

Yuri rolled her eyes before letting the shot glass hit the counter rather hard, "It's just fine, Juice." she spoke before disappearing into the back.

Juice sighed in defeat, "She's got a huge stick up her ass."

He didn't mean it, but he was a bit put off with her attitude towards him. She wasn't like this with anyone else, and it was puzzling him. As he typed away on his computer, he thought about why she'd be so short with him.

"I touched her one time, and that was only to help her back into bed." Juice said to himself as he recalled what happened that day, figuring she thought he did some inappropriate touching.

"She's barely talked to me!" he added as the search came to an end, "She's probably just having a hard time adjusting. No one can deny this face forever though!" he said with a cheesy smile before printing out his search results and leaving.

Without realizing it, Yuri ended up falling asleep, but woke up eventually about twenty minutes later to loud country hick music as she called it, playing out front. She scowled and made her way out front expecting to find someone, but was greeted by no one. She glanced around confused, wondering where the person was who was listening to the music, but when she saw no sign of anyone expect for a black bag on a pool table, she decided to go take a look around.

It didn't take long for her to find Juice passed out on the ground, and for a moment, she thought he may be dead, but then she heard his snoring, and realized he was just asleep.

"Really?" Yuri asked as she picked up the baggie of drugs. She didn't know much, but this was obviously what put him to sleep in the middle of the floor surrounded by ammo.

"Ammo? Guns?" she questioned, her eyes widening as her gaze fell on the rack of guns in the locker. "T-they really are killers!" she stammered.

A particularly loud snore from Juice pulled her attention away from the guns and down to him. She sighed, "How could someone be so stupid…" she said as the spot of drool grew bigger. Putting the guns and ammo aside momentarily, Yuri figured she should move him, but she had only one good arm, and it wasn't like he was small either. She continued to watch the steady rise and fall of his back, and was seriously considering just leaving him here, but then she remembered the time she tried to walk while still drugged up, and ended up on the floor unable to stand. He could have just left her. He didn't know her after all, but he helped her back in bed, and now that she saw him in a similar situation, she couldn't help but feel like she owed it to him to at least try.

Considering how loud the music was, Yuri never heard Tig pick up the guns as she went to work on rolling Juice over. It was far from easy, but she wasn't going to give up. At first she tried sitting him up, but he was dead weight, and with her arm in a sling, it was impossible.

"How much do you weigh?!" Yuri groaned as she let go of Juice's shirt with a scowl. She glared down at him before slipping her foot under him and trying to roll him over that way. He seemed to move a bit, but her foot wasn't doing the job, so she bent down and used her own weight to flip him over. It took a few tries, but he was eventually rolled onto his back, which left Yuri exhausted and angry.

"Why did you have to help me?" she breathed as she looked at him. He had a wet trail of drool going down his face, and for a moment, she felt sorry for him. In her eyes, she had repaid her debt, but he just looked so helpless.

Without thinking, she reached out to him, and using the corner of her shirt, she wiped away the drool on his face. When she was done and was left with a corner of her shirt wet with his saliva, she got up and left, silently questioning herself about why she did that.

"Hey, you seen Juice?" Tig asked as he and the rest of the Sons entered the clubhouse.

"Oh, he's uh, in the back? But I think he took something because he's dead asleep." she told him.

"Fucking kid." Tig cursed as Clay and Bobby followed him.

Curious as to what was going to happening, Yuri quietly tagged along and watched as they cursed the unconscious Juice for forgetting to include the ammo.

"I want something good." Clay mused before turning to see Yuri peeking into the room. "Hey, get out!" he barked. She jumped before hurrying away.

"You think she saw the guns and ammo?" Bobby asked as he gave Juice a little kick.

Clay sighed and shook his head, "I'm getting tired of having to tip-toe around her."

The room was silent for a moment before Clay spoke again, "Like I said, I want something good."

Yuri spent the rest of the day avoiding Clay after he yelled at her. She had never had him yell at her, and she didn't want it to happen again, so she busied herself with little things like sweeping, paperwork and other small things.

"You got a minute?"

Yuri turned to see Bobby standing her, a serious look on his face.

'Is this about the guns?' she thought before dropping the papers on the desk, "Sure, what do you need?"

Bobby took a seat in the chair opposite of her, "I wanted to talk to you about the guns and ammo you saw."

He knew she saw them. There was no way that spot of drool could have been where it was considering the position they found Juice in unless he was moved.

Yuri took a deep breath and masked the panic, "Yeah, I saw them."

"They're for protection from the gangs that hang around Charming. We didn't want you to get the wrong idea considering everything that has already happened." Bobby spoke to her as if he was talking about motorcycles.

Yuri nodded her head in understanding, but she knew it was a lie. 'How long are you going to keep lying?' she thought before Bobby went on trying to convince her. Yuri played along and assured him she understood and wasn't going to say anything. She assumed he believed her because once the conversation was over, he invited her inside for a drink, but Jax came out and interrupted them.

"Hey, wanna take a ride with me?" Jax asked Yuri. Bobby figured the smaller male wasn't talking to him, so he patted Jax on the shoulder before leaving the two alone.

Yuri raised an eyebrow prepared to question him, but then she remembered that he was a dangerous man no matter how sweetly he smiled, "S-sure?"

Jax smiled and draped his arm over her shoulder as he led her towards his bike. She obediently put on his helmet and tightly wrapped her arms around him as he started his bike.

Yuri was surprised when they pulled into the hospital parking lot. Jax must have picked up on this because he smiled, "I have a newborn son here. He was born prematurely with half his stomach missing and a hole in his heart, so he obviously has to stay here." he told her honestly. He saw no point in lying about this. Besides, she was here with him, and was bound to find out eventually.

"That's terrible. I'm so sorry." Yuri told him as they made their way into the hospital.

"I try to stop by as much as I can to see him. He's doing better these days." Jax shrugged with a smile.

"If you don't mind me asking, why'd you bring me along?"

Jax shrugged his shoulders again, "You looked a bit out of it after Clay yelled at you. Figured you could use some fresh air. Besides-" he began to say before they stopped in front of a window that showed Gemma inside Abel's room reading to him, "Gemma's here." he finished as Gemma closed the book and shot Jax a 'What's she doing here?' look.

Yuri was too busy looking at the small child in the incubator to catch the look Gemma gave him, but she didn't care. She knew her and Gemma weren't exactly best friends, but they got along better than anyone else.

"Hey, Jax. Brought Miss Yuri with you, huh?" Gemma teased. Yuri ignored her remark as her gaze softened at the sight of Abel's little body. She had never seen such a tiny baby.

She did however notice when Jax and Gemma moved away from her to talk privately about the hunt for the rapist, but she was still within earshot. She carefully pretended to be focused solely on Abel as they spoke, but at the mention of "The Junkie" being awake, Yuri turned her head a bit in their direction.

'Junkie?' she questioned as Jax and Gemma continued their private conversation. Yuri easily pieced everything together after Jax's reaction to the junkie comment, and felt bad for him.

A hand on her arm pulled Yuri out of her thoughts as Gemma began to usher her into Abel's room, "Come on, since you're here, you should at least meet him."

Yuri didn't have time to argue as she was forced into the room by the older woman, but once inside, she saw that it was done because Jax needed to talk to someone. She tried not to stare as they began talking, but the door was open, and it wasn't like the room was soundproof, so she heard everything they said.

"His name is Abel. I'm sure Jax told you what was wrong with him?" Gemma asked, though Yuri could tell the older woman didn't want to talk to her.

"Yeah, but he said Abel was getting better?" Yuri spoke softly, unsure if she'd be disturbing Abel by talking to loud.

Gemma smiled a bit, but it was anything but happy, "Yeah, no thanks to his mother."

"She was on drugs during the pregnancy?" Yuri asked a bit too calmly considering how serious and messed up the scenario was.

"It's what caused him to be born 10 weeks premature. Doctor said he had a 20% chance of living, but he pulled through after the surgeries. He's a strong kid. We Tellers don't die easy, y'know?" Gemma said with a smirk.

Yuri nodded her head, a small smile playing across her face as Jax's muffled voice filled the now quiet room. There was a pause long pause before Gemma stood, "Come on, I got somethin' to do." she said. Yuri didn't ask any questions and followed her down the halls before she stopped in front of another room. The younger woman watched the other look around before entering. Unsure of what to do, Yuri followed her in, and stifled a gasp when she Saw Tristen laying there, phone in hand.

"You? What're you doing here?" Tristen asked, the question being directed at Yuri.

Gemma looked between the two confused, "You two know each other?"

"We, uh, rode a ride together." Yuri responded quietly as she watched Tristen shift uncomfortably in her bed before tapping away hurriedly on her phone.

"My mom told me to text her if anyone tried to talk to me." she said quietly before Gemma reached out and blocked the phone.

"It's okay, honey. Your mom and I are old friends." Gemma said. It seemed to be enough of an excuse to keep Tristen from contacting her mom as she put the phone down and looked between her and Yuri.

"What do you want?" Tristen asked softly.

"Just wanted to see how you were doing. You must be going through a lot, all these people asking you questions." Gemma replied softly as she took a seat beside the little girl on the bed. Yuri continued to stand quietly by the door, unsure if she was even suppose to be here.

"She told me everything." Gemma added softly, "I am so sorry that happened to you."

A look of surprise crossed Tristen's face before relief set in, "She told you?"

Gemma was silent for a moment as she searched for what to say next.

"Don't worry, baby." she said finally, "It's going to be okay."

Tristen seemed to relax slightly at Gemma's reassurance before looking over to Yuri. Gemma saw this and gave the little girl's hand a small squeeze before standing and heading towards the Asian girl standing awkwardly by the door, "I gotta go do something. Stay here?"

Despite being asked to stay, Yuri knew she had no choice, so she stepped aside and let Gemma through without a word.

Once it was just her and Tristen in the room, Yuri took a hesitant step forward.

"It's okay." Tristen said as she set her phone aside. Yuri continued forward before sitting in the same spot as Gemma. It was silent for awhile before the older of the two finally spoke up, "I'm…not really sure what to say. I know you don't want to be asked anymore questions…"

She took Tristen's silence as a 'yes' and continued talking, "I understand all too well what you're feeling right now."

Tristen's head snapped up and she looked at Yuri in confusion, "You were...?" she started, unable to say the rest.

The room was silent for a moment as Yuri gathered up the courage to continue.

"Yeah, I was. I was sixteen, three years older than you. I was given a laced drink."

Yuri had never spoken to anyone about this, but she felt that letting Tristen know that someone she knew had been through the same thing would help her in some way.

Tristen looked at Yuri for a long time trying to figure out what exactly to say, but she was unable to find the right words.

"Everyone deals with things differently. If you don't want to talk about it to anyone, that's fine. But I saw that look on your face when Gemma said she knew everything. You want to talk about it, but for whatever reason, you're not." Yuri spoke as she looked into Tristen's blue eyes, "I never reported what happened to me. I didn't even tell anyone, and I regret that. Not because he wasn't going to pay for what he did to me, but because I felt I had given him the okay to do this to another girl."

Yuri's word seemed to hit Tristen hard, and she could see tears begin to form.

"We're two different people, and no one is expecting you to feel the same way I did, but if you know who did this to you, you should tell someone. Forget everyone else and do it for you." Yuri added as she gently took Tristen's hand into hers, "It'll eat at you no matter how hard you try to bury it." she added quietly.

Tristen let out a shaky breath as the tears began to fall, "He worked at the carnival. It was getting dark, but I wanted to play one last game. He said I was the last one to go, and I had won a prize, but he said it was the big one and needed to get it out from the back. He told me to come with him, and without thinking I followed him. It was the clown from the dunking booth, but he was working another booth when I met him."

Yuri felt the grip Tristen had on her hand tighten as she spoke, and without thinking, she pulling the little girl into a tight hug. Tristen wrapped her arms around her tightly as she cried. It took a while for her to calm down, but when she did, it looked as if a small weight had been lifted.

"You look tired. Get some sleep, okay?" Yuri suggested as she watched Tristen lay back into the hospital bed.

"Thank you…" Tristen said, unable to remember if she had been given a name.

"Yuri. I'll come by again when you're awake." Yuri smiled warmly at the younger girl.

"Thank you, Yuri." Tristen mumbled as her eyes began to close.

Yuri gave Tristen's hand one final squeeze before quietly leaving the room just as Gemma was making her way towards the room.

"I know who did it." Yuri said quietly.

Gemma looked with a raised brow, "She told you? You got her to talk?"

"Yes, and she said it was someone that worked at Fun Town. A guy dressed as a clown."

Gemma stood there silently trying to figure out how she got Tristen to talk.

"We should go tell the cops." Yuri suggested.

Gemma shook her head, "Her mother is already talking to them. She's telling them everything. We should get going, it's late."

Yuri was hesitant at first to follow after Gemma, but then Tristen's mother stepped out from around a corner and walked over to her.

"Excuse me." she said sharply, her eyes red and puffy from crying. Yuri stepped aside, looking over her shoulder at the woman before going after Gemma.

When they arrived at the clubhouse, Yuri wasn't surprised to find the guys gone, but to keep up appearances, she asked where they were anyways.

"Probably just riding around." Gemma replied dismissively as she switched on the lights.

"They'll be back soon. You look tired, you should go get some sleep." she added.

Yuri picked up on the shortness in her voice, and narrowed her eyes slightly at the older female.

"You're right, I'm exhausted." Yuri replied in the same tone as Gemma. They exchanged small smiles, neither warm nor friendly before Yuri disappeared into the back room.

Gemma pursed her lips slightly before pulling out her lighter and cigarettes, "Looks like someone's feeling better." she said while lighting it up.

Full name: Yuriko Juliyah Itami

Age: Twenty-three

Birthdate: August 13th, 1989

Measurements: 32E - 24 - 34

Height: 166 cm ( 5'5" )

Weight: 51 kg ( 112 lbs )

Hair color: Reddish brown.

Eye color: Hazel.

Complexion: Light skintone with no markings ( tattoos, scars, pimples, etc. )

Personality: After moving to the United States, she was rather detached from life and most social situations. She wanted a fresh start after the move, but found it hard after everything that happened back in Japan. She lived quietly in Oakland until she met Rosa at her job. Slowly but surely, she began coming out of her shell, but it was hard to break old habits. It didn't help that Rosa, despite Yuri being friends with her, often kept her in her shadow. Yuri cared little for others except Rosa. She built up a wall that kept her from ever getting too close to people both emotionally and physically. She especially hated being touched by people after moving to the point that she'd freeze up or snap on someone if they did. Spending time with Rosa taught her not be so cold, but she's still wary around other people, and often chooses not to get too close with anyone.

Temper: It takes a lot to anger her these days. Forceful people are what anger her the quickest.

Consideration for others: Yuri isn't inconsiderate as she doesn't do things that would disrupt those around her, but she finds herself unable to really care for someone's well-being. It's rare for her to truly care for someone.

Current family: Mother and Father, no siblings.

Friends: Only person she'd call a friend after leaving Japan is Rosa.

Other close relationships: None. She's not even that close to her parents.

Most important thing to know about this character: She's somewhat of a chameleon. She's able to adapt to situations easily, and seemingly change who she is.