falls over and dies

I finally got this out. A big thank you to Scented Candles for looking it over for the more obvious grammatical mistakes. Hopefully this chapters meets every ones approval! Now I can go back to looking for plot-wholes in Twisted and Amber and figuring out what to do with them...

Lots of love!

Ravyn

Warning: Violence! Drinking! Bad things! Keep that in mind! As always, do drink responsibly!

Kaoru grabbed another plate and began to clear the table that had been cleared with the leaving of her customers, wondering how in the blazes she had ended up here. It was a thought that crossed her mind almost daily now, since she had been forced to leave Tae and the girls behind because of the past that refused to let her live alone. She would not endanger anyone other than herself, even if she couldn't figure out how he was tracking her or what he was after. Such was the bastard luck that haunted her. Sighing again, she dragged the dirty, stained rag around the table and headed back towards where the newest kid was washing dishes. Dumping the thick mugs into the dirty pile, she put the rag away and began filling tankards with beer and shoving the required order of mugs onto the platter.

It was going to be another long night; probably with just as little pay as the last one. Her new boss was a grabby little man who demanded a certain cut from their tips; assuming any were left, to stay in the loft above the tavern. If you were willing to pay him with your body, he took less. If you were willing to pay with your body to the sailors, your tip would increase. It was nothing really, just a fast little grope or a hand where it really didn't belong. The worst part being the stench of the sailors. Not that she could complain, she hadn't gotten a decent bath in a while but sailors had a lot of access to cool salt-water. They could at least rinse themselves off, the cads.

Kaoru sighed and looked down at her own filthy hands, grabbed the platter and hefted it. Two years of dealing with this particular way of carrying booze had strengthened muscles she had forgotten she had, and she barely even struggled to lift the heavy drinks. The problem with the brand of alcohol this place loved to serve was that it either knocked the sailors flat on their asses, or it gave them an exaggerated sense of strength, which could be dangerous. She could think of so many different fights that had ended badly because of this stuff, but Kanyruu refused not to use it because of the profit it brought. The tavern was pretty much one of the only places on the mainland that served it, because Kanyruu pretty much took out the competition. She really needed a new place to work. Sighing as she dodged another set of roving hands calloused from hard work on lines and riggings, she wondered at someone's sick attempt at humor.

She missed Tae and the girls. She had worked as a bouncer of sorts during some of the daylight hours and then danced to the nearby tavern and served there for extra coin. Her savings had been enough to purchase a place on the boat to this godforsaken island, and pay Tae back, with a promise to come back one day. Jamaica. It was full of taverns and gold and other nasty things she cared not to think about. The scum that came to this place might just have been the worst of the lot and she was tired of getting her ass grabbed every time she walked by a table and learned that the more men, the more empty mugs, the more rum to be passed around; with whatever kick it was that Kanyruu used. Sighing wearily, she looked to the door as it swung open and felt the blood run from her face so fast it almost made her dizzy.

Red hair pulled into a high-tail, left ear glinting with a bright flash of ruby red, cross-shaped scar carved into the sinfully chiseled cut to his face. Eyes completely gold as they examined the riff-raff and when he moved to sit at a table, her body tensed until he had sat. Not in her ring of tables to wait on. Perhaps there were such things as small favors. She was surprised she still remembered him, and berated herself for it. It had been two years since she had used him as an escape route, and she doubted he had even gotten a good look at her face. There was nothing that would tip him of as long as she kept her back to him and kept her bangs in her face.

Moving around, she started when she felt Kanyruu call her name as the doors creaked open again, and she turned and missed where they sat. Fuck. "Yes?" Kaoru questioned, careful to keep her expression semi-respectful. The last time she had snarled at him she had been slapped. Granted, she probably could have slapped back, but he would make sure she couldn't find anywhere to work on this island if he got it into his head, and she would have no way to earn income. She wanted off this piece of shit.

"Make sure you treat our newest guests with respect and serve them the house brew. It's coming out of your tips." Kanyruu all but smiled at her, his eyes daring her to be unhappy with him. Daring her to say something; and Kaoru gritted her teeth and kept her face impassive. It just had to be one of Kanyruu's rules that when his friends came that there drinks came out of the tips of who served them. They could drain a girl from a week's worth of income without batting an eyelash, and Kaoru had seen several of the girls in tears. This was not her night. Turning around she went to see who else had entered and felt her eyes widen in shock while her lungs attempted to breathe around the ice that seemed to have lodged itself in her throat.

Gohei Hiruma was sitting there, a large, toothy smile on his face that had nothing to do with the glint in his eyes. He had seemed to only have gotten meatier since she had last seem him little over a year ago, and there was something nasty in his smile. Kaoru counted the heads on his table, realized what exactly she would be serving them, and felt sick. First the redhead was here, and now this. She really, really needed to check the status of her grace period, because she didn't have one. Biting down on the whimper that was rolling in her throat, she hefted the tray and went to work.

Misao took a deep breath and slid open the door, made sure to look around to make certain that there was no one in there. Aoshi and Kenshin had left hours ago, but one was never sure with those two. Aoshi had often wondered at her fetish with making sure all the hinges on the Renegade were oiled, but if she had to use a piece of cheese, it was going to get done. The reason was because she wanted absolute silence when she was sneaking into her Captain's cabin to search for the drawings she knew he was only half-aware he was drawing. Sneaking in on silent feet, even though half the crew knew what she was doing. In fact most of them were stationed at various lookout points to see if Kenshin was coming back anytime soon.

Digging into his desk, she carefully ruffled through the papers until she came to what she was looking for. A single page with a set of wide, slightly titled eyes. They were heavily lashed and had the most gorgeous tilt to the corners. It was the expression Kenshin had attempted to capture that had proved her point. There was something in the way the eyes were lashed, heavy and limpid, that made her wonder exactly what he had been doing to see such an expression. There was only the faintest sketching of a face that made Misao wonder if he could even remember it.

"Find anything?" Katsu's voice almost had her dropping the paper, which would have been disastrous, because if it was crinkled then Kenshin would know she had been in there. Scowling, she put it back and practically ran out of the room. Getting caught in here would get her into so much trouble. She shut the door carefully, because that would rattle stuff if she slammed it, and sighed as she leaned against it.

"Nothing new; just another damn drawing of those eyes of hers, you would think he would draw something else. I mean, it's been two years since he starting moping, you would think he would either draw her entire face, or get over it!" Misao muttered as she followed to where she was helping keep an eye on the ship. "It's so frustrating! How can we help him find her if all we have is her eyes to go on! Any woman can have that look! He won't even fill them in with those color pencils he hoards so we can guess her eye color!"

Katsu patted her head as he shrugged at Sano who looked disappointed. "This sucks!" Misao wailed. "How can we help him if he isn't giving us any help? How!"

"Stop being such a drama queen, Misao." Sano replied as he leaned against a rail. "Maybe we should let him handle this. It doesn't seem like he is actively looking for her."

Misao smacked her hand against her forehead. "This is why you never go on reconnaissance. You don't notice these things. Never mind, I can't work with Roosters. I am going to track down some bright fabric or something. I need to take my mind off the ineptitude of men." Her small booted feet stomped their way off the ship, and a small shadow, Beshimi, flitted after her.

"Can you believe him, Beshimi?" Misao voice rang back at them. "Let him handle it on his own? Like any man has the capability!"

Katsu looked at Sano and shook his head. "You poor little man; you handled that with the same expertise that you handle Megumi."

Sano's nostrils flared. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Katsu sighed. "That answers everything."

They say hell came in many forms. Kaoru could work with that. They said hell came disguised as beautiful things, and to that she waved the large white, bullshit flag. Keeping her frame in and out of the line of sight of the redhead's table was difficult, and keeping Gohei happy so she wouldn't loose her job and end up in the alley as a bloody and broken carcass was even worse. His wasn't the only table that had been drinking too many of the "house special" and she could see the effect in the dilated pupils and slurred speeches and the way the women were having a more difficult time getting out of there grasping hands. Even with the moves she had taught them on pressure points and how to break a man's grip, things were getting tense in here.

In fact, her left hand was smarting from where Gohei had attempted to pull her back towards him. She was going to pay for that the next time she headed toward him, but she would live with it, she hoped. The smoke in the place was horrid, and someone was smoking Opium, and her eyes were already feeling its effect. Several of the other girls' eyes were already glassy and Kaoru shot a dark look at her 'boss' to get some of the steam out of her blood, because things were slowly building for something very dangerous.

However, Gohei wasn't her problem at this point. She knew what he wanted, and Kanyruu was pathetically easy to buy. No, it was the man currently attempted to pull her into his lap. He had been guzzling, something you didn't do with this stuff, and wouldn't let go. His other hand was slipping around to palm her derriere and she shrieked indignantly. Grasping the tray she brought it into the underside of the man's head, and backed away. "Keep your hands to yourself!"

Turning, she glared at the man in front of her, side stepped, and flounced away, swearing the vilest words she could think of in both English and the curious mix of languages she had been forced to learn in the past two years. In her ire, she failed to notice the way a pair of eyes lingered on her as she stomped off.

"You look distracted Himura." Aoshi commented softly, sipping his ale and then putting it down. "It's laced with something."

"Probably lots of something if the way the people who are drinking it in mass quantities are reacting," Kenshin commented quietly, his eyes not leaving the woman he had just noticed. There was something familiar about her, like he had seen her somewhere before. It was tugging at the edge of his memory.

There it was again, the need to remember as she bit her bottom lip in a fit of temper and chewed viciously as she dodged more hands and stomped around. It took him a moment to place her, and it wasn't until she glared at someone, her hot eyes flashing with fury that it clicked. His spine straightened from the half-slouch he had been in, his attempt to hide into the shadows, and a smile curled across his face.

It was her.

Oh the past two years had been good to her. Her features had matured over time, and the baby-doll complexion had evolved into flawless porcelain that proved a stark contrast to her dark hair and highlighted the brilliant navy of her eyes. Her mouth was kiss-raw and pursed with the attempt to control her temper, and her body twisted in little bursts of sensuous curves. So this was what the girl had grown into.

So she had made it out of that dark, dank alley alive and well. Part of him told him he should be happy with that. He should let this obsession of his go, now that he knew she was well and alive. He had obligations, and those obligations made it almost impossible for him to follow up on what his body was demanding. His memory was very certain when it came to her vanilla/cinnamon skin and her honeyed mouth. Something stirred in his belly at the thought of someone else plundering her warm cavern and stealing that little mewling sound she made. He could be satisfied with what he was seeing now.

Aoshi pushed his cup away and turned to look at the woman his Captain hadn't been able to take his eyes from. He would have smirked but it would have alerted Kenshin to his knowledge. He recognized the girl as the one from London so many years ago, who had knocked them both into the alley and then proceeded to ingrain herself into Kenshin's blood even if she was unaware of it. It would be interesting to see how it played out.

Shopping was what she lived for. Touring the high seas, facing down Spanish Dogs, facing the danger of capturing holds of gold and taking them back to the Crown, all of that faded in comparison to the exotic colors of the Tropical Islands. She could indulge her sense of fashion in a way the Court of the Crown of England would frown upon. Breeches that clung to her legs, boots that arched up to her knees, plain white shirts that hid her breast bindings and flared out at her arms and bellowed in the wind as the ship crashed through the waves. Plain, ordinary, completely undefined.

Except for her scarves. Those were her only whim and she indulged it every time they came to shore. Her current favorite was the brilliant flamingo pink that tied off the end of her braid and the brilliant match that held her bangs out of her face that was wrapped as a bandana around her head, showing off her small ears and the brilliance of her eyes.

Grinning, she bounced her way along store front to store front, badgering the vendors into giving her what she wanted with the price she wanted, and clearly disturbing Beshimi. Hannya normally came with her, but Beshimi had volunteered this time so Hannya could look around the Docks for possible leads on the location of the Spanish gold ships. Misao pursed her lips as she bought a scarf and looked for more. The Silver Mines of Peru should actually be sent off a shipment soon. That was their fate…if they were ever caught. To spend a lifetime working in the mines, slowly dying from both disease and torture and lack of nourishment. Just like her brother had. It was because of cruelties like that, which had tossed her into the life of a Pirate.

She would never forget how she had ended up on the Renegade either. She had been working with a family friend who had taken her in and taught her the ways of a Pirate against his better judgment. It had either been teach her or point her to someone who would, because she was going regardless. Her carefully orchestrated story of an ailing Aunt and long voyages with her across the ocean had covered her so far, but sometimes she wondered how her luck would hold.

Then she had met Aoshi.

Her mouth curved into a smile. He didn't know it, but he was going to make an honest woman out of her eventually. He had practically kidnapped her from the ship she had been on, and after weeks of escape attempts and arguing, he had locked her in the brig with him and proven his point completely. There wasn't a lot a girl to say to that. Life on the ship was a difficult thing, as there were very few moments of privacy. As it was, she slept in one of the very small rooms off the sick bay with Megumi on a hammock. They were actually much more comfortable than the small square boxes the men slept in on the ship and the salty spray of the ship was worth it.

She was looking forward to the day where either Kenshin would scoot over in his bunk, or they would tie the third hammock she and Megumi had bought years ago up. Kenshin probably wasn't aware of his distant expression on some nights. Misao knew he had a lot ridding on his shoulders with his responsibilities as keeping both his life as the Grandson of the Earl of Brimingham and Privateer Himura Kenshin and Pirate Battousai separate. Everything was complicated among them. Some trips they carried only cargo and ran an authentic shipping business, other times they were privateers with French wigs and hysterically funny accents and boarding Tortuga and behaving like Pirates as they fought the Spanish.

"Beshimi, do you think I would look good in this color blue?" Misao asked holding up a brilliant blue scarf that was surprisingly tame compared to the orange catastrophe she had already decided to buy. Time to get past the past and get on with the future; she thoughtfully picked a few colors that she would never wear. Whenever Kenshin found this woman who was haunting him, she was going to need clothing to.

Beshimi sighed and looked mournfully at the tame hunter green scarf and simply let her choose what she wanted. She would get it anyway. "Misao, would you explain to me why you bought those boots a size to big?" He asked as she finally dragged her away from the market, managing to keep from wincing at the amount of bags he was carrying, proud that he had gotten her away from the stalls before she had spent all her money. They were lucky they were catching any of the stalls open, since the light was fading in a brilliant display of bursting colors that reminded him of the dozen or so scarves Misao had just bought.

The heavy hues of dusk were bellowing over the tropics, and Misao paused in her shopping to admire the colors. Suddenly she remembered her promise to pick up some fresh fruits and she grabbed Beshimi, her designated pack mule for the evening, and raced towards some of the stands to see what was left. Perhaps some plums, or mango, or something equally delicious…

Misao beamed at her friend. "You will see!"

"Let go." Kaoru quietly demanded attempting to twist her wrist free of the meaty fingers, panic bubbling in her throat as he pulled her closer. He smelled of ale and something darker and it hurt her senses. She was yanked forward until her face was several inches from his and she felt her up-chuck reflex kicking into high gear. "Now!"

Gohei laughed in her face, his putrid breath flashing over her face and making her stomach churn in disgust. "As much as am I sure you would enjoy that, I think not. Kanryuu has been nice enough to guarantee me your presence for the evening, so if you will kindly give me the locket, we can all go from there."

Kaoru struggled, giving up the appearance of not struggling. Screw Kanyruu, she wasn't someone who could be bought. "Like fucking hell!" Kaoru reeled back at the force of his slap, her neck snapping painfully.

Kaoru was jerked back towards him, his meaty hand pressing into the side of her face painfully. "Give it to me."

"I think you should let the lady go." The voice was hard and Kaoru looked up to see the hard mica glint in a set of amber eyes that she knew only from dreams she had attempt to convince herself never actually happened. Gohei let go of her wrist and laughed at him.

"So, the Battousai sees fit to defend a whore now, does he?" Gohei boomed, his voice thundering out loud, stopping the talk around as quickly as someone shooting off a pistol. Kaoru felt as if the air had been driven out of her lungs, and surprise snaked across her face.

Battousai. That name was known pretty much wherever you went on the seas. Very few knew what he looked like, but his ship was known for the brutality in which it took out the Spanish gold ships and killed the dreaded inquisitors. Kaoru scrambled backwards and hit the chair of a man behind her, but neither noticed. They were too busy watching as a man almost an entire head shorter than Gohei with an air of hostility. Was this really the Battousai or just one of Gohei's attempts to push the attention off of him and on to someone else?

"You should apologize to the lady." Kenshin returned, his mouth tightening into a thin line as he pronounced each word with deadly intent. There was something in his stance that worried Kaoru. If a fight started there was no telling how it would end. The men here were hyped up on alcohol and she could hear Kanyruu shifting around behind the bar. Probably looking for the gun she knew he kept stashed there. This couldn't end well.

"Like hell I will." Gohei thundered. "She has something that belongs to me, and I will get it!" He hissed. "I will have it."

Kaoru wisely kept her mouth shut as golden eyes swung to her. Kaoru noticed his hand was resting thoughtfully on the hilt of a sword, and if the hilt could be believed, then the blade looked to be Toledo in style. Shivering she continued to inch her way across the floor until someone decided to stop her.

"I got her." A voice hissed near her as she was swung up by a firm grip on her hair, and Kaoru yelped when it felt like a good chunk of hair was ripped from her skull, and she missed what happened next. However, the sounds of yelling brought her back from where her brain went when she was practically thrown forwards, and she looked up in time to see the lantern about three feet from her teeter at the impact of her body and crash to the ground.

Fire exploded around her and she ducked and curled into a ball to make herself the smallest target possible. Once the sparks stopped shooting she sat up and yelped in startled pain when her skirt caught on fire and she gritted her teeth when the heat began to sear against her skin. Kaoru managed to put out those flames, but her eyes widened in absolute horror as the flicks of red licked along to the edge of the bar. It would hit the alcohol soon. Her lips parted in horror, and she watched as Kanyruu roared something, waving his gun as other people also began to fire their weapons. Kaoru watched as an expression of surprise stuttered across his face before he fell, his finger tightening on the trigger, the gun going off…

Right into the barrels of alcohol and sparking against the wet floor; which meant in seconds the entire place was going to go as it exploded.

Kaoru almost screamed when she was hauled to her feet and jerked behind a table as the bar exploded with air shattering force. A warm body was covering hers and pressing her into the stinking, stank floor. When the roar of the flames overpowered the sounds of the explosion, she was jerked up against a hard chest and pressed into a neck to help her breath around the smoke.

"Is there a backdoor?" his voice thundered in her ear and she pointed in the direction, coughing against his chest helplessly. She didn't know how he managed to breathe around the thick, choking air. She was coughing helplessly against his neck as she attempted to pull precious oxygen from the air and then suddenly there was clean air and she was wheezing. The man holding her was staggering slightly and seemed to be sucking in the air with the same need to breath that she had. Her hands were clinging to warm muscle desperately and eventually her lungs were able to operate properly.

"Are you alright?" he breathed in her ear and gooseflesh raced across her skin in a delightful manner and she bit her lip to keep from shuddering. Her eyes rose upwards past his strong jaw and to a pair of surprisingly docile amber eyes.

"Fine," Kaoru wheezed her voice raw from the smoke. "You can put me down now."

He let her slip down his body and her breath caught and she hissed as the rough fabric of his pants caught against her burns and her eyes watered at the reminder that her pale flesh was had been seared. The next thing she knew she was on the ground and one slender calf was held in a long fingered hand as he eyed her wounds with a critical eye. "These need medical attention."

Kaoru attempted to pull her calf away but he refused to allow her. Instead his fingers ran along the pink flesh softly and she scowled at him. "Let go!" She jerked her leg again, and this time his eyes were dark with amusement.

"I believe that we have had this conversation before. It ended with me asking for your name, which I don't believe I ever got from you." He softly replied, easily holding her leg without hurting her.

"I didn't give it then, I won't give it now." Kaoru returned right back. "If you don't mind, I would like to go now."

He nodded slowly. "Leaving is a good idea." He let go of her and Kaoru sighed in relief but swore in surprise when she was picked up again, cradled against his chest carefully.

"Hey! What do you think you are doing?" Kaoru demanded as she was carried away. She would have struggled, but wiggling against him wasn't something she really relished and he had already proven that trying was futile. Luckily the water here was warm enough that she could jump ship and swim to shore.

"You need medical attention, and luckily I have a doctor on board my ship. These burns will be tended to." Kenshin replied softly, shifting her closer against him. The scent of her hair, under the splash of ale and the smoke, held the faintest lingering of jasmine. He was tempted to trace the curve of her neck with his tongue to see if she still had the under taste of vanilla/cinnamon and he was thankful when he would see the outline of the docks approaching.

"I can get medical attention just fine!" Kaoru argued. "I am more than capable of walking as well. You can put me down!" Really, this whole damsel in distress thing bothered her almost as much as the warmth of his body did. Her mouth was pursing into a frown and she glared at him. "You are aware of how improper this is!"

"I believe," He replied teasingly, "That my reputation paints me as both a rogue and a rake. I don't see how that could bother me."

Fear, the kind that closed up her throat, forced her to scowl. Battousai. She had forgotten that. How dare he kidnap her and then attempt to scare her with his name and then tease her? Her teeth gritted together tightly. "You," Kaoru hissed, "Are a cad!"

"You may call me Kenshin." He continued as if she hadn't spoken and easily carried her up the gangplank. "Megumi is the doctor who will tend to your burns. I know they must be painful so she will most likely have something to numb the pain as well."

Kaoru felt like hitting him. "I can find my own medicine, make it to my own doctor, and walk on my own just fine!" Kaoru hissed as she was carried into the belly of the ship and set onto a bed. The woman who was counting bandages looked up in surprise and then became serious when she caught sight of Kaoru's legs.

"Kenshin! What did you do this time?" Her voice was mocking as she came over. There was a bit of distaste in her expression as she glared at the man. She was examining her legs before Kaoru could protest and making sympathetic noises. Kaoru watched as she walked over and mixed a few things and dropped dollop of honey into the mixture and then poured it all into a glass.

Kaoru stared at the glass shoved into her hands with something like bemusement and shook her head. "I don't…" The cup clicked against her teeth as the woman all but dumped the contents down her throat and Kaoru coughed and sputtered as the liquid drained into her lungs instead of her stomach. Kaoru had seen other doctors on ships perform a similar maneuver to make unwilling sailors swallow their medicine, and the scowl on her face got darker.

Megumi smiled at the angry woman and pulled out some ointments. "These might sting, but the medicine should be taking effect soon." She continued without pausing. "Kenshin, were you burned at all?"

Kaoru continued to scowl but slowly noticed that the pain where Megumi was rubbing salve wasn't there anymore. Her eyes, in fact, were even starting to droop. Kaoru sat up with a bit of difficulty from where she had slump against the wall and glared. "What did you give me?"

Megumi shrugged. "Sleep is the best thing for a burn. Besides, you have very dark circles under your eyes and you need the rest." Her tone was completely unrepentant and Kaoru yelped in protest. "It's the best thing for you. Now accept your situation like a good girl."

"That's unfair." She snarled at her, struggling against the warm fuzzy feeling that was coursing through her veins and smoothing out her muscles. She ignored Kenshin's amused smile and blinked rapidly against the urge to curl up into a ball and sleep. There was something very nice about sleep and strong hands were pushing against her shoulders as she mentally resisted the pull of sleep.

"Not…fair…" Kaoru murmured as she felt the hands smoothing the bandages at her calves and the words they were saying became fuzzy mumblings.

"She should be out for a few hours." Megumi calmly reported as she tied the last one off. "Now explain to me why I just drugged a helpless civilian." There was a bite to her tone, but Kenshin had learned there was always a bite to the woman.

"Gohei was after her. It's not safe for her here. It's just until we can get her to the next port, and I doubt she would have come willingly." Kenshin replied calmly, unfazed by the dark look the Doctor was giving him. "It's for the best, Megumi."

"Are you sure this is about the girl, or is it about your need for revenge, Captain?" Megumi asked. "The fact that Gohei is after this girl could mean a lot of things, not the least being that her involvement with you can get her into even more danger!"

Kenshin leveled her with a dark glance. "I am aware of that. However, there is nothing left for her here, the Tavern she worked at burned down and she needed medical care. You will treat her wounds, and we will set sail at the next tide." Kenshin gave Kaoru's peaceful face one last glance before disappearing.

Megumi pursed her lips as she listened to Kenshin snap orders from where she finished dealing with the girl's wounds. There were serious bruises she also applied salve to, the worse being the bruise forming on her pale face. Megumi frowned at the handprint that was across the girl's face. The boat rocked gently in the harbor and she sighed. She hoped he knew what he was doing. They didn't have time for charity cases. Between Kenshin's double life and driving need for revenge against a ghost, this had the potential to be very, very messy.

She watched the girl sigh in her sleep and felt her mouth arch in the beginnings of a smile. It also had the possibility to very, very right. Megumi doubted the Captain was aware of the way he watched the girl's every movement or the slight wince of pain as she stifled her own. No, there was more to this than revenge, and she Megumi swore she was going to corner Misao and find out what she had missed those months on Barbados.

Then she would decide how she was going to handle it.