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Chapter 4
My eyes fluttered open as I struggled to become aware of my surroundings. I found the surroundings quite dull, a worn wooden floor, a withered gray wall whose paint was peeling off, the bars that held me away from everything I cared and loved, and even my new kimono was soiled and torn.
How long have I been here?
Before I could contemplate the question, my thoughts were dismissed by feet shuffling towards my cell. I felt extremely vulnerable as I could feel nothing but fear as my captors neared. I prayed to Buddha to help me and give me strength, for I knew no good would come of their arrival.
I watched grimly as shadows began flickering across my wall. A man, I assumed, dressed in dark clothing, was the first who came into my view.
His eyes, they gleamed evilly as they glanced over me. I felt those eyes stripping me naked, bare and vulnerable.
He took a precise step forward, placing himself in front of me, blocking any escape I could have planned.
Instinctively I took a step back, a fatal step, cornering me between him and a hard cement wall.
I saw his hand reach out to my face.
I hid my face with in my hands as I felt his hands snake between to cradle my neck.
"Do you know where the Mibu Wolf hides?" his voice caressed my skin, and I knew if I moved my arms down, our gazes would meet in an inappropriate manner.
"No." I tried to be firm. I did not even know who the Mibu Wolf was.
He took another step and I felt his stale breath, reeking of sake, against the skin of my face.
Quiet understanding and fear snaked through me slowly. I felt my blood become hot as he touched my face.
I cried out for help, screamed till my throat cried for water and my mind went blank with numbness. He touched, threatening my honor, the honor of Fujita-san.
Fujita-san.
"Where is the Mibu Wolf?" his voice, vulgar, surrounded me with his questions and his touch like a coarse fabric against me.
Fujita-san, help me. I am Afraid.
I felt someone's aura calling for me in my dream. Her voice was soft and familiar.
She held her hand to me and at first, I was going to take her gentle frail hand, but then it began to bleed. The blood flowed profusely and endlessly.
The more I tried to pull her toward me the farther she faded into nothing. And it scared me. I kept losing this person who was somehow pulling me toward her.
I began to run towards her.
And that is when I saw her kimono. Tokio's kimono.
I woke up in a cold sweat.
Tokio was calling me. Tokio needs me.
I jumped up from our futon and grabbed some clothes, casual clothes so no one would think I was a policeman.
I rushed towards the front of the house to take my leave when I passed through the kitchen.
The police had barred it off because it was a crime scene. The crime scene where my wife was kidnapped.
I was furious.
How could I have left her alone knowing people were after me? How could I have been so foolish, so reckless?
As I ran out the door, not caring to lock it properly, I vowed, vowed that I would bring Tokio home, safe and unharmed.
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