Forgotten Sonata

By Ryokoluv17

"That O'Hara has a body on her. It is comparable to that of a western actress...slender with a slim waist, and plump buttocks. Her husband will be more than happy to show her off. In fact, everyone will be looking at her at the ball." Yoshiko finished her last adjustments to the obi and stood back from Ayeka. The corners of Ayeka lips lifted in feigned contentment.

"This kimono was the best choice, wasn't it Yoshiko?" Ayeka moved from side to side examining the robe, clearly snubbing Yoshiko's commentary on a certain woman.

"Why of course it is, Ayeka. You look stunning!" Yoshiko prattled clasping her hands together. Ayeka smiled warmly soaking in the devotion from the woman. At that moment, the bell jingle as the door opened, Mihoshi and Kiyone walked in.

"Ohayo! Oh, that is a stunning kimono, right Kiyone?!" Mihoshi gushed as she plopped down in the chair.

"I thought you were going to wear a gown." Kiyone inquired in awe.

"I've decided to give it to the less fortunate" Ayeka allowed the hint to loom in the air, as she began to disrobe changing into her polka dot wrap around dress. Yoshiko glances at the women in a mild state of shock until Ayeka turned to her. "Yoshiko, be a doll and grab some extra wine glasses."

"Speaking of the less fortunate. What are your thoughts on our new friend?" Ayeka poured the wine into the glass.

"Friend? Ryoko?" Kiyone held out her glass for Ayeka. "I think she is a good person. Though I know you have your own reservations."

"Hmm. You are so sharp." Ayeka repressed her comment by sipping the wine.

"There is something that is quite off about her. Can't quite place it." Ayeka pressed her finger to her lips in deep thought.

"What could that be? Other than your jealousy." Kiyone questioned. Ayeka eyed her over the brim of the cup.

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"…I was walking through the murky waters of a Vietnamese village. I heard the echo of gunfire ahead of me." The male patient paused briefly. Washu dropped her pen, completely fascinated by the patient's account. By all the stories she was told of war, Washu felt as if she was just as involved. Boredom was never a thought.

"So, you were in a secure location. I understand you must've been terrified." Washu interjected with a smile, eliciting a smile from the man in front of her.

"The only thing was…I was carrying the head of a Vietnamese soldier, my fingers gripped his mane, and his eyes stared up at the smoke-filled sky. Mouth parted in a failed attempt to yell. I was not afraid. I needed a trophy to show those S.O. B's I was worth something!" The male patient motioned with his hand in a reenactment. Washu pea green eyes widen watching his every movement with interest.

Returning to his seat, his expression turned serious. "Dr. Hakubi…I have some pain in my neck, I think it is a scratch, do you mind checking it for me?" The patient question with little to no hesitation. Washu peered up from her notes to look at the man. He seems sincere, her mouth parted to speak, only to smile and nod rising from her chair. Her heels filled the room, coming to a stop a few meters away. The young man looks up and smiles slightly turning his head for her to examine the area of concern. Washu scrutinized the area, not finding any indication of the wound in question, without warning an arm shot out to her left, Washu eyes widen in realization but it was too late for her to scream for help.

"Kazuo, I understand that you are dealing with the trauma which is hard to walk away from." Washu felt his grip tightened around her. "Let me help you." Washu utter motherly.

"Those Bastards! They left me to die out there! Now I am in here, this is a prison, I am not crazy!" Kazuo shouted. Rapidly, a few guards and medical personnel rushed into the room, to Washu's dismay.

"Stand down! This is not going to help if you corner him like this!" Washu urged the staff to keep a safe distance.

"Kazuo! Please I beg of you to continue, what else have they done to you? Tell me!" Washu held her hand over his. Behind her, Kazuo bit his lip, stifling a sob, nestling his face in her wavy hair. "Go on, tell me." Washu urged.

"They've pushed me around because I was weak, a good for nothing, a waste product!" The broken remnant of a teacup, he created into a weapon lowered a bit. Washu made eye contact with the guard that was closer, encouraging him to try and take control of the situation. As the guard made a step, Kazuo went back into a defensive mode. With the bit of training in self-defense, Washu was able to remove herself and take hold of the arm holding the weapon. A panic Kazuo glances around landing sights at the guard's waist and took hold of the weapon at his side.

"You tricked me, you bitch!" Kazuo draws the weapon turning it on Washu. Washu eyes widen.

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Hotsuma rested on the door frame of the bathroom, gazing at Ryoko as she fastened her hair a low ponytail. His blue eyes loomed over her powdered blue dress, adoring how the garb hugged her figure in all the right places. Hotsuma began to lustfully stare at her to the sweetheart neckline to her petite waistline.

"You look like a Parisian woman." He walked over embracing her from behind.

"Vraiment? Merci mon Mari" Ryoko smiled placing on her signature red lipstick.

"Ne me taquine pas" Hotsuma muttered in French, his lips teased her neck and began to massage her arms when the sound of the phone startled them. Curiosity baited at them, the house phone hardly ever rings. She walked into the living room to her husband, placing her hand on his back, gazing at his face.

"Slow down. What? Are you sure it was her? I will be there as soon as I can." Hotsuma places the phone down looking ahead of him in deep thought. Sensing the quietness from her spouse she began to caress his back. "Hotsuma? Who was it?"

"Princess…" He began, Ryoko grimaced preparing herself for the grave news she will be receiving. He takes hold of her hands. "What? You're scaring me. What is it?"

"That was the MP station…Washu was attacked by a patient not long ago." Ryoko rocked falling into him, she gripped Hotsuma's arms.

"Is she okay? What?" Ryoko voice became hoarse, breathing became labor.

"He is in custody. It was speculated that he had a gun." Hotsuma brought her closer, only to tightened his hold when he heard Ryoko gasped.

"We need to get to her!" She separated from him running to the foyer to place on her shoes.

"No! It is best you remain here, I need to get to the bottom of this," Hotsuma assisted her to her feet, taking her to the room, and lying her down.

"Hotsuma…" Ryoko attempted to sit up.

"Rest now, please. I am heading to the station to find out more. I would take you once I return."

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"Hello, Masaki residence! Yes, Nurse Shigeko, how are you? No, Ayeka is not in. Would you like to leave a message? Sure, ready when you are. Dr. Hakubi?! Yes! I-I will be sure to tell her." Tenchi slammed the phone down immediately running out the house.

I hope she is home! He ran as fast as he could, as he reached the steps of the home, he leaped to the patio and opened the outer door and knocked on the other.

"Ryoko! Ryoko! Are you in there?!" Tenchi knocked occasionally peering into the home from the window.

Inside, Ryoko stares tearfully upward to the ceiling. As the sound of the knocking draws her attention, she slowly rises and making her way to the door.

"Tenchi…What's up?" She muttered somberly wiping away a few tears as she rested her head on the door.

"Ryoko, I came over as soon as I found out! I am very sorry." He drew her into a hug. At that moment, her light cherry blossomed perfume filled his nostrils his fingers meddled her hair. So, soft. Ryoko eyes closed her eyes enclosing her arms around him. So, warm.

"I'll be fine, don't worry about me," Ryoko spoke feigning optimism as they separated.

"If it means anything I was informed she was merely wounded. Not life-threatening." Ryoko eyes widen clasping her hands over mouth. "That's great news!" Ryoko brought him into another hug.

"I can take you to her if you want? I have my father's pick-up truck for the day." Tenchi pointed to the truck outside the home.

"Yes!" Ryoko exclaimed immediately grabbing her sweater and shoes, suddenly coming to a stop. With her back turned from her him, she sighed. "Oh no, my husband promises to take me to the hospital once he returns."

"I see. Well, send my regards." Tenchi hesitantly turns away.

"Tenchi…" Ryoko called out softly. He turns back.

"Take me to her."

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Hey everyone,

Thanks for the reviews, sorry for the delay haven't had the opportunity to really upload consistently. Hopefully with the holidays approaching I have a lot of downtime to really get this story underway.

Until next time!