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Picking Up the Pieces

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Detective Kimura stood with Officer Anatsuki in the parking garage, surveying the aftermath. He breathed a sigh of relief that no one was going out in a body bag. The forensic team was working carefully, photographing the scene. "Be thorough! Take your time and don't overlook anything!" he hollered. "I want an airtight case against these guys."

"Yes sir!" They responded crisply.

"I really wish we'd been here." He said to the man next to him. "These creeps have stayed a step ahead of us the whole time. I thought for sure they'd go underground somewhere for a while. That poor girl got pummeled because we didn't find these guys first."

"I believed that as well sir." Anatsuki replied nodding. "We were certainly surprised when the call went out."

"I need to contact Ms. Hayakawa and let her know how things ended up. We left them wondering when we ran out like that. This has been such an ordeal for all those girls." He fell silent, remembering the events of just a little while ago.

-

He was sitting at the counter of Shino's restaurant, talking with her. They both looked over when they heard voices at the door.

"Officer Anatsuki! Why are you here? Has something happened to my mom?" They heard Ryo say in a panic.

"Easy Miss." He replied with a reassuring tone. "Your mother's fine. Detective Kimura has something to ask you. They've been waiting for you to return." He added as he opened the door for her.

Nervously, she poked her head through the doorway and peeked in. Shino's face relaxed when she saw her daughter. "Ryo. Thank goodness you're back safe. I was starting to worry. Detective Kimura arrived a short while ago, saying there was something he needed to discuss with us. Come sit down."

"Actually, I think it would be better to talk in a less crowded area." He said, turning to look at the packed restaurant. "May we go into the back room?"

"Uh, I suppose." Shino said uneasily. "Matsu, could you watch things for a few minutes?"

"Sure Shino," He said nodding from his normal seat at the counter. "Take as much time as you need. Can I get a beer for my trouble?"

"When I get back. I hope this won't take too long Detective." She said leading him towards the door, with Ryo following behind.

He didn't say anything until they were in the back room. Uneasily rubbing the back of his neck, he said. "You might both want to sit down. I've got some bad news." When they were seated, he continued. "A man was stabbed in front of the Motofuji Police station today. Going through his things, we found a picture of you, Miss Hayakawa. Do you know a Shige Ozaki?"

"The Captain?" Ryo cried, climbing to her knees. "How badly is he hurt?"

"Easy, he's not dead. He's in surgery, and his prognosis is good. He's a lucky man. The knife missed any vital organs, and we got to him almost immediately afterwards. He's at University of Tokyo. Now people said that before he was attacked, he was staring at the police station. Do you know why he was there?"

"He was going to see you Detective." Shino said nearly crying again. "He was going to surrender himself. He was the one who hired those men to attack the girl from America." Her face became like stone as she added, "I would wager that they were the ones that stabbed him."

"That bunch again." Kimura said darkly. "This is getting out of hand."

A knock on the door interrupted them. Anatsuki slid the door open and said. "Detective! There's trouble at the hospital! Watanabe called in that something's going on in the parking garage. Dispatch has called for units to respond!"

"Seira and Amy!" Ryo said rising to her feet. "They were still at the hospital when I left!"

"If Watanabe is still there then Miss Himuro is there as well." Kimura said as he quickly tied his shoes, and rushed out the door.

-

"Did they find any knives in the weapons Anatsuki?" He queried as his attention snapped back to the present.

Looking over a list, he replied. "Four knives, six pair of brass knuckles, two collapsible batons, and a piece of chain." Looking at the detective he added. "Those kids are lucky to be standing let alone uninjured. Especially after fighting Akira Motokai."

"Is he still upstairs?" Kimura inquired, rubbing the stubble of his beard.

"He was sedated for the protection of the hospital staff while they examined his cheek. That Aoyama woman can really throw a punch. She fractured his cheekbone. I didn't think that was possible. Last time we arrested him, it took seven men to subdue him."

"I know, I interrogated him…I want those knives tested for blood residue. See if there's a match for our stabbing victim. Ms. Hayakawa thinks one of these guys committed that too."

"Yes sir, I'll contact the crime lab right away." Then he spun and headed for the patrol car.

"He'd make a good Sergeant." Kimura said as he watched Anatsuki jog away. "I'll have to talk to the brass about getting him promoted." He turned back, and watching the forensic team hard at it, sighed and said to himself. "Thank god this is all over, maybe now those girls' lives can get back to normal." Then he turned and followed Anatsuki back to the car. He had suspects to interrogate.

-

Coach Kido had gathered some bats and balls, along with his and any of the girl's gloves that were in their lockers, putting them in an equipment bag. He was about to lift the bag to his shoulder, when he heard voices approaching. Waiting, he was surprised when Ms. Himuro walked in front of the window followed by two men. He watched as she turned the knob to enter.

"That's odd, it's unlocked." She said cautiously swinging the door open. Seeing the coach standing there, she relaxed and added. "Kido, thank goodness it's only you. I thought someone had broken in. Weren't you going to stay with Miss Azuma? Why are you here?"

"I just stopped by to pick up some gear." He said hoisting the bag. "The team has a spur-of-the-moment practice game, and we'll be needing this."

"Who are they going to play?" She asked curiously. "Someone challenging I hope."

"Corey met up with the college baseball club, and arranged it. He thought it would help take their minds off this morning's trouble."

"He really does think of others, doesn't he?" She said with a wistful smile. "Coach Kido, before you leave I'd like you to meet my guests. I believe you know Chairman Takasugi."

"Only by reputation. It's nice to meet you sir." He said nodding his head.

"Likewise." Konosuke said with a grin. "I want to congratulate you on a fine season last year. Those girls put on quite a show. I especially liked that game against Rinkai High. An inspired strategy I must say. It was amusing to watch them completely bewilder that baseball powerhouse. They are talented young actresses."

"It was a near thing, but Hayakawa's pitching won it in the end." He said grinning.

"Only men would find women debasing themselves amusing. Personally, I found the whole thing embarrassing." Ms. Himuro said nauseously. Motioning to the other man she continued. "This is Makito Akimatsu, Chairman Takasugi's architect. He's going to give us a bid on renovating the locker room and shower."

"Really." He replied, looking cynically at the man. "Do you think you can come in low enough that those tight fisted bean counters will give the ok?"

"We won't have to present it to the Finance Council, Kido." Keiko said lightly. Amused at his bewildered expression, she continued. "Chairman Takasugi has offered to fund it."

"Well, there's some good news!" The coach exclaimed, his face brightening. "I'll have to tell the girls. They'll be thrilled."

"I've already relayed my intentions to them, Mr. Kido." Konosuke said, chuckling at the coach's response. "My grandson contacted me on their behalf, and explained the situation. I'm happy to help out."

"Mr. Kido." Makito said stepping forward. "Before I begin my inspection, is there anything needed that isn't currently here? Training equipment, baths, and so on, please tell me so I can incorporate it into the bid."

Scratching his cheek, Kido thought for a moment. "Well, somewhere down the line I'd like to put in a soaking tub. It can really help strained muscles. We should also look at an ice bath for the pitchers. Elbows and wrists can get inflamed from repeatedly throwing like that."

"If we keep it simple, they shouldn't add too much to the cost." The architect said writing on a notepad. "How large do you expect the team to be, say in five years?

"We'll have at least fifteen this year, and I can't see that number growing very much." Kido said looking at Ms. Himuro for confirmation. "Not every girl is capable of playing at this level. Only the best will be offered scholarships. I can't ever see the team being larger than twenty-five players. Now Tokashiki was a surprise. I never thought she'd have the talent to really make it, but the girl is a natural athlete. She has good speed, and a surprisingly strong arm… Now if I could just get her to take that idiotic flower out of her hair." He muttered under his breath.

"That being the case, would a five stall shower be adequate?" Makito asked; his pen poised over the page.

"More than adequate." The coach replied grinning. "We were hoping for three!"

A knock on the door drew their attention. Mr. Mita stood there with a grave expression. "Ms. Himuro, I've just received word from the police. The entire group of ruffians from this morning has been apprehended."

"That's wonderful news Mita. Why do you look so downcast?" She said approaching him.

"Before they were taken into custody, they assaulted Miss Watson and her family in the hospital's parking garage." He replied solemnly. "She's being admitted overnight for observation."

"The poor girl!" She said dismayed. "She's already endured so much. How badly did they injure her?"

"The detective didn't say." The principal said quietly. "He did say that her grandfather was also attacked and is being hospitalized."

"Those horrible men injured a member of her family that severely? Unforgivable! Oh, that reminds me. I learned this morning that Amy's mother is the former tennis star Kimiko Suzuki. Is she any relation to the doctor you sent Miss Morimura to?"

"She's his daughter!" he exclaimed, startled by the revelation. Then regaining his composure he continued. "I didn't know Miss Watson was related to him. He's been a good friend of mine for years. I'll have to go visit him this evening."

"I'll have to go as well." She said crossing her arms. "Miss Azuma needs to know what's going to happen to her. I've thought on this and there really is no choice. When she's released from the hospital, she'll come live with me until she's fully recovered. I'm the only one she knows that has the resources to do this."

"She certainly won't be able to go back to the dorm. She'd never make it up the stairs in a wheelchair." Mita replied sadly.

"Are you sure you want to do this Keiko?" Konosuke said approaching the two of them. "If the girl is in a wheelchair, you'll need to modify the entrance to your home. You'll need to build a ramp."

"I am aware of that fact, Chairman." She replied with a nod. "I was planning on utilizing the guest room. There is a patio off the kitchen area we can modify. I want to help her maintain some level of independence. She'll have her own space, but she'll be able to call Izumi or myself if she needs assistance. Those two get along well, so it should work out."

"You're right about that Keiko." Kido said moving towards the door. "Since that night at training camp, Azuma and you're daughter haven't shared a single cross word. She's given everyone else hell, but to Azuma she's almost motherly."

"The fact that the girl tried to end her life before coming here plays a part in that I'm sure." She answered with a knowing smile.

"Right…Well, I'd better get going. I need to talk to the other team. I don't want them playing so hard that someone gets hurt. That's the last thing we need." He waved as he stepped through the doorway. Then he stopped, and poking his head back in, added. "If any of you want to come and watch, we're playing on the university's field just north of the hospital grounds. We'll probably be there until five. See you later Keiko"

"Wish the girls luck for me Kido." She replied as he was closing the door. Turning back to her guests, she added, "Now, back to the inspection. Where should we begin?"

-

Yuki nibbled on one of Nene's cookies as she watched a cooking show on TV. Talking with Amy's grandfather, she had cried again, revisiting the pain of her parent's abandoning her as she'd told the gentle man about what had happened. He had reassured her, telling her that they may someday forget this, and that she shouldn't give up hope of reconciling with them. Sighing and turning the TV off, she looked out the window to the hallway as hospital staff wheeled someone by. Yuki couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman because the person's head was wrapped in bandages and a ventilation tube covered his or her mouth. She could hear faintly through the wall as they wheeled the gurney into the next room. "I guess I should be thankful that isn't me." She said to herself. "Dr. Suzuki's right! I don't have any reason to be depressed about this. So what if my parents threw me out? I was going to leave after high school anyway. They just forced me to grow up a little faster. Just you wait Mom and Dad. I'll prove I'm strong enough to do this. You're going to respect me someday!" Her conversation with herself was interrupted when Shinobu entered the room looking distraught. Crossing the room, she sat in the chair next to the bed.

"Yuki." She said with tears in her eyes. "I have something to tell you, and it isn't pleasant." Looking down, she wrung her hands in her lap, and then taking a deep breath, blurted. "The men who hurt you last night attacked your friend Amy in the parking garage. She was punched many times, and her body is bruised all over. She's being admitted overnight. My friend Motoko was also hurt, and is in surgery to treat a collapsed lung."

"Oh no! That's awful! When will this all end? We never did anything to provoke these guys, so why won't they leave us alone? I'm sorry your friend was injured. Will she be all right?"

"She should be fine." Shinobu replied with a tired smile. "She's too stubborn to let this slow her down. She can use the time recuperating to work on her latest novel."

"I hope you're right." Yuki replied miserably. "Was any one else hurt?"

"Amy's grandfather." The petit nurse replied. "He was defending her and was also beaten. He has a concussion and a bruised trachea. He's being admitted as well."

"The poor man." Yuki felt tears filling her eyes. "He really was helpful to me this morning. Shinobu, is there any way I can go see them?"

"I don't think that would be a good idea Yuki," was the reply. "Lying quietly is the best thing right now. The more we lift you, the more chance we have of re-injuring you." Rising to her feet, she added, "I'll relay your wishes to them. Ok?"

"I guess so. If you think it's best." She answered dejectedly.

A knock on the door interrupted them. The doctor entering the room was a stern looking older man. "Good afternoon. I'm Doctor Nakamura, Chief of Neurosurgery. How are you feeling?"

"I'm ok. I still have some pain, but not as much as before." She answered with a shy smile.

"That's because of all the pain medication they've been pumping into you," he said sitting down. His expression relaxed as he continued. "I'm concerned about that. Doctor Kanazaki chose not to do surgery last night. But now that you've had a good rest, we've decided to proceed with the operation."

"Why's that? If the medicine's working, I'd rather not have surgery."

"Lying in bed, you're not straining the area much, but you'll soon be sitting up in a wheelchair, and your entire upper body will be resting on that broken bone. It will cause you a lot of pain. The medicine you're being given is a morphine derivative, and long-term use can lead to addiction. The surgery can lessen the associated pain, and reduce the need for medication. What we'll do is take a piece of titanium that encircles the break, and attach it to the damaged vertebrae. It acts like a splint, supporting the area. You may not realize it because of the painkillers, but even with that brace on, your fracture is moving slightly every time you raise your arm, or when they turn you over. This really is the proper way to treat this, Miss. It will also speed your recovery if the break is stabilized."

"No, I can feel it when I move. It's just not that bad. Why didn't he do this last night?" She said angrily. "I was already sedated."

"There's always a risk of infection when the body is opened. Seeing the minimal impact the injury had on your spinal cord, he wanted to let the traumatized area calm down a little. If you had had loose bone chips imperiling your cord, he would have operated then. You were also suffering from a mild case of hypothermia. A day of resting has let your body recover somewhat, and we now feel better about performing the procedure."

"Will this affect how I move later? Will I still be able to play baseball?"

"The repair will involve only the broken vertebrae. Assuming we're correct about you regaining movement, we want to get you back on your feet as soon as possible. In ten weeks or so you'll be able to remove the brace. After some therapy to help rehabilitate the weakened muscles, you should be able to do everything you were able to before. Being you're basically full grown, we shouldn't need to remove the apparatus. The plate and screws we use will be in there for the rest of your life, but don't worry, you won't even notice them."

"The regional prelims start in June, will I be ready by then?"

"Goodness no, that's much too soon." He replied brusquely. "You'll just be getting out of the brace." His brow knitted as he thought. "If everything progresses smoothly, and therapy is completed adequately, you may be ready to play by the end of July." He gave her a knowing smile, saying. "I understand how you feel. I played baseball in school, and hated to let my teammates down. This is beyond your control Miss Azuma. If you push yourself too soon, you stand a good chance of injuring those muscles that have atrophied during your convalescence. That injury could prevent you from ever playing again, so I'm admonishing you to be patient."

"Yes sir, I understand." She said downcast. "Koshien is a real possibility for us this year, and I was hoping to be part of it."

"I watched you girls last season." He said patting her hand. "With as much talent and determination as your team showed, they'll make it this year for sure."

"How soon would I have the surgery?"

"Your parents signed the consent forms last night, so that won't hold us back. You've eaten your lunch, correct?" At her nod, he looked at his watch and continued, "Then we should wait until this evening. I want your stomach to be as empty as possible. It's a little after one, so I'll schedule you in for nine o'clock. Doctor Kanazaki will be back on duty, and he'll want to perform the procedure. It should only take about half an hour, so you'll be in recovery by ten at the latest. You can refuse the procedure, but I recommend you say yes. The final decision is yours."

"I don't see any reason to say no Doctor." She replied with a pained smile. "Let's go ahead and get me patched up."

"Wonderful!" He said as he stood. Turning to Shinobu, he added, pointing at the table. "Please remove these containers from the room. I don't want her snacking before then. Have her in pre-op by eight."

"Yes doctor." She replied with a nod. "She'll be ready." When the doctor had left the room, she addressed Yuki. "I'm sorry I have to take the cookies. I'll stash them in my locker so no one swipes any. Ok?"

"Why can't I eat anything?" She asked as Shinobu gathered the containers.

"You'll need to be put under anesthesia for the operation, and some people get sick when they wake up. The concern is, being you're not fully awake, that you'll breathe in some of the material and choke. If your stomach is empty, you won't have as much to throw up. See you in a little while. I need to make my rounds." Then she left, giving her friend one last reassuring smile as she went out the door.

"I wish Mom was here." Yuki said quietly, tears coming to her eyes as fear began creeping back into her heart.

-

The three friends jogged down the street from the train station. Seira led the way, as Corey and Izumi followed behind her. They stopped in front of Seira's house, and Corey and Izumi leaned against the wall by the entrance.

"You set a hell of a pace Seira." Corey groaned. "I'm beat!"

"You'll get over it." She answered, watching them gasp for air. "Come on in." She added entering and walking quickly to the front door. Izumi was next, followed by Corey who was struggling a little. Seeing her boyfriend like that, Seira couldn't resist ribbing him. "I thought you were an athlete. You better get in shape before you start college."

"I am in shape." He growled. "I'm just not used to sprinting five hundred meters I have too much body mass to be a good distance runner. I doubt Mao would be in any better shape than I am if she'd just run that."

"That was sprinting?" Seira asked chuckling. "Wait until the game. Then you'll see some real speed."

Now it was Izumi's turn to throw a jab at her friend. "You know Seira, if your batting wasn't so weak, you wouldn't need to be so fast. It's a lot easier to get on base when you hit the ball out of the infield."

"I get the job done princess, so don't even go there!" The redhead responded hotly, whirling to face the other girl. "I know my batting sucks, ok? You don't need to remind me."

"All right you two." Corey admonished. "Now's not the time for an argument. You're here to get changed."

"You're right Corey." Seira said embarrassed. "She didn't say anything that wasn't true, so I shouldn't have blown up like that. Welcome to the Morimura house." She added, opening the door.

"This is nice Seira." Izumi said looking around as they entered the main room. "I was expecting something a lot smaller."

"This is almost exactly like Grandpa's house." Corey said crossing the room and looking out. "He has a little bigger yard in back though."

"Dad does all right." She said with a grin. "I just wish he didn't have to work so many hours to do it. He leaves in the morning by seven, and doesn't usually get home until after nine. Come on Izumi. I have an old tracksuit from junior high that should fit you. I can still get into it, but the arms and legs are a little too short." Leading her to the stairs, she stopped at the bottom, looking back as she said, "Corey, have a seat. We'll be back in a minute."

"If you don't mind, I'm going to stretch out on the floor for a bit and rest up for the game. Wake me up if I fall asleep."

She smiled warmly, watching him sit down heavily on the rug in the middle of the floor. He lay back, putting his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes. She watched his broad chest rise and fall with his breathing and felt heat rush to her cheeks. Seeing her blush, Izumi smiled and tapped her on the shoulder. Startled, Seira gave her a sheepish grin as they headed up the stairs to her room.

"What were you thinking just then Seira?" Izumi said with a smirk as they entered the girl's bedroom. "You were looking at Corey very intently. Are those carnal desires starting to rise up? Hmm?"

"It's not like that!" Seira said turning red. "I was just thinking about how lucky I was to have an amazing guy like that for my boyfriend. I kissed him this morning Izumi, and I didn't want it to end. He's really strong, but even in the middle of that incredible kiss, he held me so gently. Then we just sat quietly with him holding me in his lap. I felt safe, reassured that no matter what else happened, it would be all right. I want to experience that again before he leaves."

Sitting down on the bed, Izumi said encouragingly. "Corey asked you out last night, why not go ahead and have your date? You two will have all day to yourselves tomorrow. The team will be back in school, and Amy should be taking her tests."

"I was going to ask your mom about that." Seira said reaching into her closet and pulling out the tracksuit for Izumi. "Why does Amy need to be tested? I heard her grades from the States would have qualified her for an academic scholarship."

"Any foreigner coming to school in Japan needs to be tested. She may speak fluent Japanese, but how well does she grasp the written language? Does she have any exposure to our history? How are her math skills? There're a lot of subjects to consider." Izumi answered, standing and taking the suit. "This is nice. I have to admit Seira, for being a violent street punk, you do have good taste in clothes."

"That's from before then, when I was still a competing sprinter." Seira replied quietly. "I was in the press a lot, so I needed to look good. Mom insisted on that."

"I'm sorry Seira, I didn't mean anything by that." Izumi said embarrassed. "I guess I still need to work on seeing who you really are."

"Aw, it's no big deal." She responded, turning around to pull her running suit out of the closet. "You've only known that side of me for nearly a year. I can understand. It wasn't what you said. I was thinking about my mom again."

"She should have gotten your letter by now. Do you think she'll call?"

"I hope so Izumi. I'd like her to come to one of our games before we finish school…Well, enough chatting, we need to get ready." She said peeling off her shirt.

"No bra Seira?" Izumi said surprised, pausing in taking off her own top.

"Yeah, well, you see, mine was smelling a little funky from last night so I went without. My stuff is still in your bathroom airing out. I wasn't going to mention it, because your mom says it gives you the creeps, but I'm wearing a pair of your panties." Seeing Izumi's nose crinkle in distaste, she quickly blurted. "I'm sorry! I was going to ask you, but Corey was there, and in all the confusion I forgot! I'll buy you a new pair. I promise!"

"It's ok Seira. I don't need you to buy me any. I apologize for my reaction. If your ok wearing them, then who am I to object? Please don't feel offended. It's just a quirk of mine.

"I was going to offer you one of my sport bras, but I guess that's out of the question." She said opening a dresser drawer.

Looking down at the lace embellished undergarment she was wearing, Izumi said. "This is a five thousand yen bra. I'd hate for it to get damaged, not to mention it's not really made to move in. It was chafing me in the fight. I guess I don't have a choice." Meeting Seira's gaze with a reserved smile, she meekly added. "I humbly accept your gracious offer. Do you have one that's on the small side? You're a little bigger than me."

"I didn't think you noticed things like that Izumi." Seira replied grinning. "Let me see what I can do."

-

Kimiko Watson sat by the hospital bed as Amy lay sleeping; her daughter's bruises standing out starkly against the white sheets. She was looking down at the gauze wrapped around the girl's wrists, protecting the raw skin underneath, when her stomach growled. Reminded that she hadn't eaten any lunch, she stood to go in search of food. She moved to her father sleeping in the next bed, and leaning over, kissed his cheek. Then with a disheartened sigh, she left the room. Walking towards the elevator, she spotted a pair of familiar faces. A smile touched her lips as they approached. Her mother reached out and they embraced. "Hey mom, how are you doing?"

"How do you think I'm doing?" She replied emotionally. "My husband and granddaughter are lying in the hospital nearly beaten to death!"

"It's not that bad Mom." She said reassuringly. Looking at the other woman she smiled and said. "Good afternoon Emily. How did you know I was here?"

"I called your folks' house to see if you wanted to meet for lunch, and your mom told me what had happened. I swung by and brought her down. How bad is it?"

"They're resting." Kimiko replied sagging a little. "Let's go back to their room."

Walking with her mother's arm linked with hers, she led them back. Mrs. Suzuki made a wordless cry when she saw her husband, and moved quickly to his side. She reached out with a shaking hand to lightly touch his bandaged head. Kimiko moved the chair closer, and gently guided her mother in to it. She watched as the woman took Kenji's hand and quietly held it, tears falling freely onto the sheets. Unable to bear the heartache of seeing her mother grieving, she turned to see Emma standing next to Amy's bed, looking somber. Stepping up next to her friend, she was comforted when the other woman wrapped an arm around her waist, and gave her a gentle squeeze. Looking at her with a mixture of sadness and gratitude, Kimiko asked, "Why did this happen? She was so excited to have a fresh start on her life, only to have trouble find her again."

Emma released the hold on her friend, saying, "She's an exceptional young woman. People like that draw attention. You know how that is Kimiko. Look at all the crazies that used to haunt us when we played tennis. Those same faces showing up in England, France, Australia, the States…"

"I suppose… I found out that someone that Ryo Hayakawa knows paid to have Amy hurt. It made me angry when I heard that. Why would someone do this to her? My daughter would do anything to help anyone at anytime."

"Just like her mom." Emma said, taking her hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "The lunch offer is still there. Are you interested?"

In response, Kimiko's stomach growled again. Embarrassed, she smiled and said. "Sounds good. Thanks."

"How about a nice steak?" Emma offered.

"Actually, going to the party last night, Amy told me Ryo's mother's owns a restaurant, and raved about her oden. I'd like to go there, and try to figure this out."

"Seira talked me into going there once. Your daughter wasn't exaggerating. If that's what you want, I'm game. It's twenty minutes by train, can you hold out that long?"

"I haven't had oden in fifteen years. It'll be worth the wait." Kimiko answered, squatting down next to her mother. "Mom, have you eaten lunch." At the woman's nod, she continued. "I still haven't, so I'm going with Emma. Are you going to be all right being here alone?"

Wiping the tears in her eyes with a handkerchief, she gave her daughter a brave smile and said. "I'm at my husband's side, where I should be. I want my face to be the first thing he sees when he wakes up. I don't want you going hungry because you're worried about me. I'll be fine. If I need anything, I can always call for a nurse."

"Thanks Mom, I'll try not to be gone long." Then standing, Kimiko leaned over and hugged her, trying to give her mother some of her own flagging strength. The woman grasped her daughter's upper arm, confirming the solidarity of their family's bond. With a kiss to her cheek, Kimiko bid her mother a wordless goodbye and left the room, followed by Emma. Looking down the hallway stoically, she asked. "Do you have Seira's phone number? I want to tell Corey where I'm going if he needs to get in touch with me.

"Sure." The blonde replied, rummaging through her purse until she pulled out a small address book. "So, it happened, didn't it? Those two are a couple, aren't they?" Emma said as she flipped through the book. Finding Morimura, she handed it over. "Here you are."

"Thank you." Kimiko said as she took it. Sighing, she responded, "It would appear so. Corey seems pretty infatuated with her. She's a nice girl. I really hope it works out."

"I could tell." Emma said proudly. "They just looked so 'right' together. Seira acted a lot more feminine around him, and the way she got embarrassed in the store, I knew it was just a matter of time."

There was a pay phone by the elevator. Stepping up to it, Kimiko inserted a calling card, and dialed the number from the book.

-

"Don't give me that crap!" Kimura yelled in Toru's face. "How the hell can you deny involvement in hurting that girl when you were at the scene?"

"I was just trying to give some comfort to a lonely woman that was missing her husband, when I was yanked from the van by that sword wielding maniac and trussed up naked to the world. I'm a victim here. That nutcase should be arrested for carrying a katana. The last I heard, it was illegal to carry a weapon like that in public."

"The woman said you made her go with you, offering to spare her daughter if she had sex with you. The fact that her daughter was still beaten proves what a scumbag you really are." The detective said leaning closer into the gang leader's face. "You also attacked those three girl last night, didn't you? Two of the girls positively identified your photograph out of thirty pictures when they were laid out in front of them. Then there's your broken nose. The girl punched you fighting you off last night, didn't she? That's what this was all about this morning, wasn't it Toru? You wanted payback!"

"No!" He said vehemently. "Some of the guys and I were roughhousing, and I caught an elbow in the nose. I wouldn't let a girl punch me."

"Officer Anatsuki, add lying to the police to the charges." Kimura said as he sat down. Leaning forward, he glared at the young man as he continued. "We know you were behind the attacks last night Toru. Konosuke gave you up when he talked to the principal this morning. He went so far as to call you 'penis for brains Toru'. Principal Mita remembered that clearly. Oh, just so you know, your lieutenant Koji Tanaka was arrested earlier this morning at Tokyo Station. It seems he attacked a policeman there as well. That make three all together, doesn't it Toru?"

"Koji's a big boy." Toru said as sweat formed on his brow. "He makes decisions for himself. If he attacked a policeman, that's his bad."

"So you're saying the attack at the school wasn't your idea?"

"Of course not!" Toru said rubbing his arm nervously. "I just asked them to find Konosuke so I could talk to him. He had stormed out of the clubhouse after punching Koji. That's it! Konosuke had a grudge against me, so he must have made up the whole thing about me being involved with attacking those girls!"

Looking at Anatsuki, Kimura said, "So Koji masterminded the whole thing? He directed the assault on the girls, and the attacks at the school and hospital?"

"It must have been him!" The thug said, his face brightening. "I'll admit I haven't always behaved, but I swear, I wasn't involved in any of this!"

Anatsuki smiled, and looking at the mirror on the wall, nodded his head. The door opened, and a shackled Koji was led in.

"You son of a bitch!" He cursed, the tendons in his neck standing out. "No wonder you told us not to worry! Selling me out to save your scrawny hide! Kiss my ass Toru! I'm taking you down with me! Detective, I'll testify against this piece of shit. I'll give you every detail I know about this whole screwed up mess! Mr. High and Mighty Toru Akimatsu, King of the Cowards! Konosuke was right; you do suck! Get me away from this loser, I'm starting to feel sick." He turned and was led back through the door by his guard.

Toru sat unmoving as Kimura leaned back. "Anything you want to say?" the detective asked innocently.

"I'm not saying anything more without my lawyer." He replied crossing his arms as he sank down in his chair.

"Fine, we have enough on you to put you away for at least ten years." Looking at the list on the table, he read, "Two counts of attempted murder, three counts of aggravated assault, three counts of assaulting a policeman, coercion, attempted rape, giving false information to the police. Oh, that's right, you recruited Akira to beat up that girl. Thank god he didn't kill the woman that he fought, or you'd be looking at an accessory to murder charge."

"Would I be able to contact my brother and let him know what's going on? He's got access to legal council through his employer." Toru asked as casually as he could.

"We'll call him. You know he's not going to be happy about this. You've made the big time now Toru. This will be more than a slap on the wrist. You're looking at hard time."

"I've been locked up before. Why should this be any different?" He arrogantly inquired.

Chuckling, Akimatsu answered. "A scrawny little weakling like you? You'll be someone's bitch inside an hour. You should have asked Akira what prison was like. You won't be so cocky after you get out."

'I am so screwed.' Toru thought, becoming truly afraid for the first time.

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"Hello. Morimura residence." Seira said as she answered the phone beside her bed.

"Hello Seira, this is Kimiko. Could you let Corey know I'm leaving the hospital for a while to get some lunch with Emma?"

"Sure. No problem. I'm glad she showed up for you. Do you need someone to be with Amy while you're gone?"

"No. Her grandmother is here. Besides, she's sleeping now. I just wanted to let him know where we were going if he needs to get in touch. You do have the number to Ryo's mother's place, don't you dear?"

"You bet. I know it by heart. You'll like her food Kimiko, and Ms. Hayakawa's an angel…Is that all you needed? We need to get going if we're going to make that game."

"Yes, that's it. Have fun dear, and give Corey a hug for me. We'll try to get back to see the end of the game. Bye."

Seira hung up the phone, and turned to Izumi. "Are you ready princess? Then let's go kick those college boys' butts."

The two girls made their way back downstairs. They grinned at each other when they heard Corey softly snoring. In a whisper, Seira asked. "Do you want to wake him or should I?"

"You're his girlfriend, why don't you?" Izumi whispered back. "Go cuddle with him and see how it feels. Pretend it's the morning after your honeymoon."

"Izumi, you're terrible!" She replied blushing. "But I'll be honest, that does sound like fun." With a wicked grin, Seira walked to Corey's side, and then dropped to her hands and knees. She paused, studying his face. His expression was softer, more relaxed than before. All of the pain and anxiety of the morning was lost to sleep. Seeing the bruise on his jaw from getting elbowed by Akira, she forgot all about teasing him. "This has really been a crappy day, hasn't it Corey?" She said quietly, lying down beside him. She placed her head on his shoulder as she rested her arm across his chest. He stirred slightly but didn't wake, so Seira began running her hand gently across his shirt, softly calling his name.

With a contented sigh, his eyes opened. Looking at her, he wrapped his arm around her and responded warmly, "I think that's the nicest way I've ever been woken up. Thanks."

She smiled, and with that gleam back in her eye, quickly climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. "You're welcome. You looked so peaceful lying there, that I didn't have the heart to wake you how I really wanted to. But now that you are awake, and I'm in position, there's nothing stopping me." Then she placed her hands on either side of his head, and leaning down, kissed him softly. Seeing his smile widen, she grinned back naughtily and licked his cheek.

"Eww!" Izumi said repulsed. "That was disgusting Seira! Here Corey, take my handkerchief." She added bending over and holding it out to him.

"It's ok Izumi." He replied with a chuckle. "I've been licked by my grandpa's dog more times than I can count. I doubt Seira's spit is any worse than that. Besides, it tickled."

"Oh? So does that mean you're ticklish?" Seira asked eagerly. "Why didn't you say so earlier?" Then she began attacking his sides and underarms in earnest, giggling when he squirmed and thrashed under her.

"Stop!" He gasped. "Stop… Please Seira…Get off me!" His face was red, and tears were running from his eyes when she broke off her assault.

She waited only until he caught his breath, and then leaned back down and kissed him again. She then laid her head on his shoulder, resting her body against his. Lost in this activity, Seira was caught by surprise when she heard her father's voice calling from behind. Her eyes going wide in surprise, she quickly sat up and looked over her shoulder. "Dad! What are you doing home?" She cried as she scrambled to her feet.

He stood in the entrance to the room, a startled expression on his face. Looking from Seira down to Corey, his brow furrowed and his features darkened. "Who is this boy Seira?" He asked in a clipped voice.

"This is Corey Dad." She answered nervously. "He's, um, my boyfriend."

"Oh? And when were you going to tell me this?" He continued ominously.

"Tonight, Dad, honest!" She said looking behind her as Corey stood up. "I was hoping we could have dinner together so you two could get to know each other."

"How do you do?" Corey said formally, bowing. "I am Corey Watson. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am sorry that our first meeting found me in such a compromising position. Please be reassured that this is as physical as my relationship with your daughter has gone."

The elder Morimura's eyes had widened when he saw how large Corey was. Hearing the young man's greeting, however; he scowled and said. "You've been alone with her, all week I would wager. Why should I believe you?"

"Please Dad!" Seira pleaded, stepping between the two men. "Corey's been nothing but a gentleman. Don't make this more awkward than it is. I promise, nothing has happened. I was the one kissing him, so if you want to be mad at anyone, be mad at me!"

Turning to Izumi he said. "I assume you're one of Seira's classmates?"

"Yes sir." She replied nodding. Bowing, she added. "I'm Izumi Himuro. I play baseball with Seira."

"I thought as much." He said with a nod. "What's your opinion of this boy?"

"I told Seira if she didn't tell him how she felt, I was going to pursue him." She said defiantly meeting the man's eyes. "He is as sincere of a person as I've met."

Turning back to Corey, he asked. "Just how long have you two been together?"

"I met her three days ago. She came to the airport to pick up my sister and me."

"So you're not living in Tokyo?" He asked surprised. Turning to his daughter with a concerned expression, he added. "This is a mistake Seira. You'll be miserable when he leaves. Why don't you wait? If you're serious about dating someone, find someone who lives here."

"I am going to wait Dad." She said stepping back and linking arms with Corey. "I'm going to wait for him. His sister is coming to school here, and his grandparents live in our neighborhood, so it's not like I'll never see him again. He's coming back after he graduates high school, and we'll spend the summer together. I was worrying about that before I decided to be his girlfriend. I know I'll be sad to see him go home, but I also know he really cares about me. That's something I haven't felt much in my life Dad, and he gives his love without demanding anything back."

"Your mother called me and told me about the letter." He said solemnly. "I'm sorry we made you feel that way. Your mother and I were so busy tearing into each other; we never realized how much it was affecting you. That's why I came home early. We were hoping to talk to you about this."

"We?" Seira said expectantly. "Is Mom coming home?"

"She's on her way. Her train is due at three thirty and I was hoping you would come meet her with me."

"Mom's coming home." Seira said quietly, her face showing disbelief. She stood motionless, her eyes open but unseeing as she imagined meeting her mother again.

She was lost to this introspection until Izumi stepped up, and placing a hand on her friend's shoulder, said. "Go ahead Seira. I'll let the team know what's happening. Go see your mother. You've been missing her so badly. This game is just for fun, so seeing her is more important. This could be the chance to finally put all that anger aside. You've been doing really well keeping it in check. Now go try to heal the wounds that caused it."

"You have a baseball game today?" Her father asked. "I thought you were suspended."

"It's a pickup game against a college baseball club." Seira replied distractedly. "Corey set it up to make us feel better after all the crap we've gone through the last two days."

"What crap Seira?" He father said coolly. "You've kept something from me again, haven't you? Did something happen at your sleepover?" He added glaring at Corey.

Seira walked up, and taking her father's hand, led him to the couch. Sitting down, she proceeded to tell him everything that had happened after the party and earlier this morning. Omitting only the information about Amy's secret. She finished by saying, "I didn't tell you about it last night, because I didn't want you worrying about me. I'm sorry Dad."

Looking up at Corey, he said. "I apologize for being so suspicious of you. You sound like an honorable young man. Thank you for protecting my daughter from that brute. I'm sorry to hear that your sister was injured like that. I hope she recovers quickly."

"Thank you. I'll be sure to convey your wishes to her." The young man replied with a bow. "Seira, good luck with your mom. Come on Izumi, we should get going. We'll find someone to play second base."

"Wait you guys, I'm coming!" Seira said jumping to her feet. "I'm sorry Dad, but I have a responsibility to my teammates. I'd love to go with you, but they need me. Can you forgive me?"

"Of course." He said standing. "You already had plans. I can't say I'm not a little disappointed, but I'm glad you're willing to support your friends like that. Your mother and I will be here when you get back. Can you believe she was actually civil to me talking on the phone?"

"Why not bring her to watch the game?" Corey suggested. "I'm sure the girls would like to meet her."

"Yes, please do." Izumi said earnestly. "Seira expressed a desire for her mother to see us play."

"I think I can talk her into that." Mr. Morimura said with a gentle smile.

"Let's go guys!" Seira said worriedly. "It's going to be close, and if we miss the train, we'll be late!"

"Why don't I drive you all Seira?" Her father offered. "That way you won't tire yourself out running to the station, and you won't be hostage to a train schedule."

"That'd be great Dad, thanks!" She said as she stepped up to him and gave him a hug.

Blushing, the man stammered. "Was that necessary Seira? There are others here."

"Yes it was Dad." She said linking elbows with him and leading him towards the door. "I'm not going to be ashamed to show the people I care about a little affection. I've been hugged a lot this past week, and I liked it. You should give Mom one when you see her."

"She didn't like me touching her when we were married dear, I don't think she'll respond well to me doing that in a public place." He said quietly, shaking his head. "If you have that kind of relationship with Corey, then I'm happy for you."

"It's not just him Dad." She said grinning as she opened the door. "His grandpa, mom, and sister are the same way. They've all been really warm and generous to me."

They moved to the street, where Mr. Morimura's car was parked. Corey's eyes lit up when he saw it "Whoa! A BMW 740i! Seira wasn't kidding when she said you did all right! Grandpa only has a Mark II."

"That's Toyota's flagship midsize sedan here in Japan Corey. There quite a capable vehicle as well." Seira's father replied. "Still, I know what you mean." He added with a smile as he pressed the button on his key fob, unlocking the doors. "Well, get in. You're teammates will be wondering where you are."

The girls got in back, while Corey claimed shotgun. The engine started quickly and settled into a quiet purr. Putting the car into gear, Mr. Morimura pulled away from the curb; hoping traffic would allow him to deliver his passengers on time.

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A/N: I apologize for taking so long to update this, but I've really felt my interest in writing fade. I will finish this story, because I hate it when people quit in the middle. Two more chapters should do it (I think). I may or may not write a sequel, I haven't decided yet. Thanks to Airlady for responding to my e-mail and reviewing. If anyone has any words of encouragement (or criticizm) please feel free to share. Later. OMS