Katashi Manor

[Jenna Scorn]

"Mm. Follow me. "
She'd nod, watching him descend from the bed, and she would as well.
Her converse falling onto the floor, and the smaller girl would keep in step behind him.
Watching his form.

And the two of them came along a massive door, and she would step forward.
Letting her hand fall across it, running against the smooth surface, and giving a curious look to Hiroko.

Is this where he keeps his victims?

A smile.

[Jenna Scorn]

She fallowed in behind him, her shoes gently scuffing against the clean floor of the interior office. Those blue eyes searched the room, keeping close to Hiroko.

this room must have been very important, and she didn't want to break anything.
So she stuck to his side, looking about, her arms tucked behind her.

"Mm.. welcome to my home office."

"It' s very clean."

Now, still eying the swords, the book.
And glancing over her shoulder as he spoke of his clan.

Wish I had a clan.


"I want to open up few places here to generate enough of an income to cut myself off from Japan money wise."

"Japan is a very dirty place..."

This being said, as she looked over her shoulder at him.
Or maybe it was because Jenna had seen the bad part of it.

The fame and fortune of it.
She'd tasted it, but soon spat it back out.
Fame was something for the birds, of course it brought money.
But money could not buy happiness.
Never.

"But what does this have to do with me?"

[Jenna Scorn]

"Dont be so worried either. Everything in here is sealed by bulletproof glass. Nothing will break. "

"R...right."

Now, looking away from the book and watching Hiroko seat himself, she two would take a seat.
Sitting opposite form him, letting one leg cross over the other while her hands would place themselves nicely in her lap.


"Mm. Well. You are going to work for me plain and simple. You are to help me with my business venues, as I need someone to be there with me on my trips, either to back me up if things go sour, or to aid me in anything I ask in terms of work."

Looking to the side for a moment.

"Think of it as a secretary job that can go mobile. "

She nodded off to the side.

"Then I'll be serious with you."

And then let her eyes fall onto him.
She'd lean forward, uncrossing her legs as she looked at him.

"I'm leaving my mother."

Something she'd been thinking about alot.
She felt bad, leaving the poor women.
But Calamity couldn't live with such negativity, not anymore.
And the old Japanese women had been embraced within the asian community already, she wouldn't be alone.

"I'm too much for her soul to bare."

And by doing this, Calamity thought some how, some way she might fall guilt free.
But this would never happen.
The death of her father, the blood was on her hands.

Now, lips pressing together.

"I'm continuing with school, actually going. I plan on graduating."

A self nod, an idle hand now reaching up to press against her temple.

"I'll be very busy, working for you and Winters and school. So I'll need my schedule two weeks in advance."

Those hands would fall, to grip the arms of the chair.

"To plan a head of course, and get things in gear...all straightened out."

Licking her lower lip.

"I plan on actually having a life. I want to ...whats the word..."

She'd look to the side, letting her index finger pressing against her lower lip before letting her hand wave into the air.

" I want to actually make something of myself... to be 'well off' in this life."

And now letting her hand fall in her lap yet again.

"I'm not sure what I want to do with my life. But I'll have plenty of time to decide before I graduate."

Now, looking forward.
Brows pressing downwards in all seriousness.

"Now, I'll let you know Mr.Katashi. I've worked before, but not in this sort of field. I was a model in Japan, mostly pocky commercials and such. But just tell me what you want done, and I will try my hardest to do what I can."

Another nod of her head.

[Jenna Scorn]

She sat, neat and pretty within her seat.
And it might have been hard for Hiroko to take her seriously whens he spoke, due to her attire.
But that would change.
She wouldn't allow herself to be seen as Hiroko's "Secretary" in men's clothing.

She licked her lower lip, thinking about her hair as she sat there
Pink wasn't exactly professional.
And she thought of that now, maybe just letting it fade and grow out to it's natural color.



"I will keep this n mind, though, what I am doing is simply to ensure that you are taken care of, though, I could use the help as well..."

He drew her from those thoughts, her eyes looking up to him again.
A small nod.

"I need you to know not ALL of my business will be exactly "Kind" "

and another nod was tossed in his direction.

"Yes Mr.Katashi, I completely understand."

[Jenna Scorn]

"Mm. I love your pink hair, its fine, but I can not have you wearing mens clothing while on work hours, simple jeans and a t-shirt will suffice, but nothing to the degree you are with cap and all. "

She nodded, swallowing for a moment.
Letting her hands rest in her lap, palms rubbing against the fabric of her jeans.

"Of course, I promise it won't happen again."

He was her boss now.
And to be successful in life, she'd need to live under his rules.

"As for living here. I do not exactly have another room up here, but I can always bring a bed up and put it in my room if you'd like?"

She nodded again, gently bowing her head.

"I can sleep on the couch, I do not want to invade your own personal space."

And now, she'd look up at him, leaning back in her seat as she'd stare at him, through strands of pink hair.

"I promise I won't be needing to live here long. Just long enough till I can save up for my own apartment, and I'll be out of your hair."

Of course she was saying this out of kindness.

[Jenna Scorn]

"Mm... actually. I wanted you to live here with me Jenna, even if it is so I have to take the couch. "

She looked up at him, those eyes almsot widening as he spoke.
It was almost hard to believe what he was saying.
This was his home, and here he was offering his bed to her, and him taking the couch?


" That is.. if its alright with you?"

She shook her head, lifting her hand to motion for him to stop.

"No Mr.Katashi, that is not necessary. I will sleep on the couch, till we get a small bed and place it somewhere..."

She glanced to the side, now letting her eyes drag up his form as he stood.

"Maybe a tiny cot, so i can easily hide it in a closet. I promise you I won't need much."

[Jenna Scorn]

"Non-sense.. as a matter of fact, I have something better."

"Oh?"

She took pursuit after him.
Quick feet making even quicker steps behind him.

"Come to my bedroom, I have an air bed and a pillow top you can use for now if you refuse to sleep in my bed. "

She laughed, fallowing him back into his bedroom.
And watched as he pull out these items.

"Whats this? You seem to be very prepared Mr. Hiroko Katashi."

Sending him a quick glare.

"Have you done this before?"

This was a joke of course, those glare fading into a smile as she watched him.

[Jenna Scorn]

"Mm. I use it to screw random girls on in the park..."

Her jaw dropped, eyes wide.
She took a step back, letting her index finger press against her temple.
What was she getting herself into?


"HA. No. I like to go camping once in a while, and this makes a great thing to lay on in my tent. "

"Ehhh."

A small groan.
Watching him silently for a few moments.


"Mm. Where do you want it?"

She'd wave towards a corner, other hand still pressed against her temple.

"A corner will do."

[Jenna Scorn]

"Mm... there we go. Ready to be slept on already."


A small nod, and she'd glance to the side.
Taking a moment to look around the room, and then looking over her shoulder to eye that bed of her's.

"I'll bring a few of my things here, but just a few..mostly clothing. Most of it I'll leave for my mother to sell..."

Letting her hands dip back into the pockets of her jacket.
Letting her shoes scuff against the carpeted floor.

"Thank you Hiroko-san."

Now looking up at him.

She actually had a chance now.
At life.

And she was away from her mother.
And all that negativity.

[Jenna Scorn]

"Last Song" By Gackt





She had been down stairs, meeting the pizza guy.
He had gotten lost, so Calamity took it upon herself to meet him.

She'd left Hiroko up stairs, pausing at the door before leaving.

"I'll be right back."
A soft smile, and a wink of her right eye before heading out the door.

He had been fine.
He had been healthy.
He had been alive.

And thats what was racing through her mind.
He had been alive.


Those pink bunny slippers were now heading back towards the room.
Pizza box in one hand, while the other was now reaching for the front door of their home and turning.
She'd came in, with a smile on her face as she always had.

"Pizza's here!"

Pink strands pulled up into a messy ponytail, and jeans about her hips.
And a baggy tank top hanging form her frame.

She went to the counter, letting the pizza rest there.
And she opened it, to view it, to smell the aroma of it.
She'd reach for a piece, but stop.

Looking up towards the bedroom.

"Pizza!!!"

She waited.

Her small frame leaning forward, as to get a better look of the bedroom door frame.

"Hiroko-san?"

The ears of the bunny slippers wobbled as she'd make those small steps towards the bedroom.
She was smiling, expecting Hiroko to jump out at her at any moment in an attempt to scare her.

But he hadn't.
And she was pushing the door open, her hand planted against the wood when she had pushed it.

And that hand slipped from the door, and fell to her side.
Her body freezing there in the doorway, her lips pressed to one another.

No words passed.
And it was as if she'd stopped breathing completely.

"H...Hiroko?"

He was there.
Just laying there.
His massive body was strewn out upon carpeted floor.
Face down.

She licked her lower lap.
Taking a step towards him.

"Hiroko?"

He hadn't answered her.

And she stood over him, for what seemed like hours.
The palms of her hand sweating against those jean bottoms.
And she'd kneel to him now.

Her right hand hovering over his body, afraid to touch him.

"HIROKO?!?!"

But now, her hand would fall against him.
Gently shoving him.

"Hiroko! This isn't funny!!"

It was a joke, it had to of been.
He was playing.

But tears were already falling form her eyes.
She knew, deep down that this wasn't a joke.

"Hiroko-san! Get up!!"

She'd grab at him, twirling his heavy body around so she could see his face.
His eyes, wide open.
As if he hadn't known it was coming, and she believed..that he hadn't.

"Hiroko?!"

Her hands twitched, hovering over his face before a right hand would fall against his neck, fingers feeling for a pulse.
And of course Calamity would find none, and at that very moment it would feel as if she hadn't felt her own.

But when the realization came to her.
That he wasn't breathing, Calamity would proceed in trying to save him.

He was her best friend.
Without him...

She didn't even wanna think of it.

Her lips planting against his, feeding air into his mouth.
And now, her hands pushing against his chest.

"HIROKO!!!!!! HIROKO!!!!!"

After a few minutes she'd given up.
He was already gone.
And those tears fell, fell to the carpet.

"Hiroko...."

She sat there, next to the body.
Blue eyes, lined with red looked over his whole body.
Licking her lower lip as her right hand reached out, smoothing a few hairs from his brow.

He had been alive.
So alive when she'd left him.

And now.
She wasn't even sure what she was looking at.

It certainly wasn't Hiroko.
The Hiroko she knew was invincible.

She'd turn, to reach into a nearby nightstand.
Letting her hand fumble against the constants before retreiving what she'd been searching for.

That black box cutter was held tightly.
Oh so tightly within her fingertips.
Hiroko had taught her so much.
He had offered her so much.
He had saved her.

But that all seemed so worthless now.
Useless.

Her free hand would fall to her cellphone, where digits would fall onto the buttons.
Calling the Deutsche Küche Restaurant.
They must have been busy, and she'd smile at the thought of that.
Her voice fell upon the recorder.

"....This is Jenna."

A long pause was held through out her lips.
Swallowing for a moment before she'd begin to speak.

"I won't be coming into work tomorrow."

Her lower lip quivered for a moment.

"G....goodbye."

And with that she'd flip her cellphone closed.
Tossing it to the side, and allowing her body to rest against Hiroko's.
Her head planted against his chest.

She'd soaked his shirt.
With her tears, her body trembling as she cried.

"Hiroko, you bastard."

He'd left her.
Like everyone else.

Finally, she'd draw in her wrist.
Her other hand pushing against the box cutter, the blade extending.
A deep breath was draw in through her lips.
And now that box cutter was pressed against her right wrist.
Drawing blood from the skin, spilling on to Hiroko, on to the floor.

She felt no pain.
Watching her blood fall to the floor as she'd now let her body rest against Hiroko's.

"Aishiteru."

A soft whisper, spoken to Hiroko now.

She could rest now, could finally rest in peace.
No more pain, no more.

But, this attempt, just like all the others would fail.
Someone had heard her screaming, and cops had been called.

and they had busted through the front door, but that had fallen upon deaf ears.

And as the men flew into the bedroom, they'd tear her body away from Hiroko.
And as they did so, their hands gripping the small girl as her body left his she'd scream.

"NO!!!!! Hiroko-san!!!!"

They were pulling her from the room now.

Pinning her down and applying pressure to her bloodied wrist.
A bloodied rag pressed against that wound.

they were trying to save her.

No.

NO.

She fought.
Small body jostling against them.

But it was too much.

Eventually, the ambulance had came.
And she was being taken away form her home.
Away from Hiroko.

Locked within the ambulance now.
And she could feel the roll of the tires beneath her.
Carrying her off to the Hospital no doubt.

Her lower lip quivered.

"Sayonara."

A soft whisper.

[M.A.P.]

The still recovering, raven haired senior, forced herself up- she'd been ordered to rest. Orders she was contracted to obey. But she had heard the other girl screaming, Honcho had hidden, M.A.P. had no choice but to rise on legs that barely supported, cling to the wall and stumble quietly down the hall.

The emotional and memory challenged, colorblind girl watched as the other tried to bring Mr Katashi back into life. His soul was content elsewhere. Watched as the girl called into work- failed to call the hospital- grabbed the cutter. He didn't have her bound by contract. She was a free agent. They had only seen one another momentarily. Never spoke a word.

No sooner had the words 'He's dead and she's unstable' passed her lips, hung up, it was to be the police would come. And they did- she watched silently as they pulled the girl away from Mr Katashi's body- M.A.P. did not understand the emotion. He was dead. Why die too?

Though this view seemed...distant- Mouse Astrarian Pyronan had seen many deaths in her life. She did not know the emotion attached to this- it was called 'loss' if she was not mistaken- but she never honestly felt it. Never understood it.

But as she watched the selfish girl...M.A.P. exhaled a soft breath...had she not wanted him to be remembered by someone who...what was the word- 'loved' him the most- M.A.P. certainly had no context in which to love him- she barely tolerated his nagging, but did because of the now void contract.

She watched as they girl fought, screamed- bled. Watched as she was taken away and as the body of Mr Katashi was as well. Only a few questions were asked of her. She told them- all she knew- which was only what papers she had been allowed to see. Told them she would be fine- when they inquired about her slightly bloody bandages- the movement having broken them open.

As they took the other girl to the hospital, M.A.P. said only loud enough to be heard, "He would have preferred you live and succeed instead of dying so selfishly."

Afterwards it would be her duty to clean the building- a final goodbye. She pet Honcho, left a note on the inner door after turning out all the lights- except the kitchen.

The note would simply say, "The house is clean upon your return."

[Jenna Scorn]

New Day

The house was clean, spotless.
Furniture left in its place, just as Hiroko had left it.

The only thing new was Reizo's room, but he himself hadn't brought much.

Reizo stood in the doorway of the master bedroom, looking at his niece who was resting near Cody. She was hovering over him, Blond strands of hair had been dried, and tossed back into a ponytail, kept in place by a hot pink chopstick. Her legs were curled, Indian style as she leaned over him, bandaging his wound.

She had cleaned it, stitched it, and now was putting the finishing touches upon the bandage. She also had taken the liberty of changing the bandages on his arms, though Reizo had informed her to be careful when doing so, making her wear gloves as she inspected Cody's wounds.

Now, the older gentlemen leaned into the door ...watching Calamity carefully. his eyes focussed on Calamity, who had changed from her wet clothes into a pair of black P.J. pants and a pink sweater. She looked odd, sitting over the boy, hello kitty slippers hugging her feet.

Calamity would soon look up, glancing over her shoulder as her uncle stood at the door. The two would share a gaze, before he'd slink away. Calamity would smile, looking down towards Cody as she'd dab at his brow with a damp washcloth.

Reizo had changed him earlier, and Calamity had kept a watchful eye on Cody as her uncle had peeled away the soaked prison shirt. Now Cody lay dry in her bed, tucked into the blankets, head propped up.


Reizo hadn't liked the idea of taking him to their home, but it had been Calamity who had insisted.

[Cody Travers]

Cody had been though a lot. And finally he'd been taken care of.

Cody had been dragged from the dank world of the streets..To the black car..Where he passed out..All the way to Calamity's home..The Katashi Manor.

It's too bad that Cody was unconcious. He'd be amazed at such scenery..

However..In Cody's case...He was used to the streets..Used to Urban area..Basically..In a sense..He was used to being poor..Even though he was a hero at one point..

Yes..Believe it or not..The guy Cody Travers..Was the "former" hero of Metro City, Ontario, Canada.

He was the talk of much of the country for a while back then..

He'd fought an entire gang once..And put a stop to violence..

Now..He was just nothing more than a street thug..Betrayed by everyone..

He only made enough money to get himself by. Food, nessecities..Things like that..

Finally..He awoke..He felt a litte groggy when he awoke..His eyes twitched as he proceeded to try and wake up. Lifting his eyes would feel like lifting a tonne of bricks..With each eyelid feeling like steel..

The thought of him being a hero..It scared him..

He tried to open them..Slowly and surely..He opened his eyes to see..Pink.

A fuzzy pink sweater was his first sight. He knew immediately who it was..

"Mm.." He sounded goggy. He felt sore and immobile.

He tried to move but couldn't. He felt greatly constricted.

Finally he opened his eyes fully. Calamity was sitting there in front of him. He smiled.

"H..Hey.."

Even though he felt weak he wanted to move..He wanted to hug her and thank her for all she had done for him.

But he couldn't. He was just lying there..

Maybe he'd finally found it..

Finally someone he could trust..

Even though..Most of his life..He was alone anyway..

[Jenna Scorn]

"Mm.."

Blue eyes would glance towards Cody, brows furrowing as she'd lean in, brushing her fingertips over his brow to smooth the hair away from his skin. Was he in pain? She was asking herself this, wondering if she should fetch some more Advil or something of the matter.

And she was readying herself to crawl off of the bed, leaning backwards as she'd notice Cody's lids fluttering. She paused, watching him. A soft smile on her lips as he'd finally lift those lids of his, looking at her with those orbs of his.

"H..Hey.."

"Welcome back."

A soft nod, brushing a few strands of loosened hairs from her face, tucking them behind her ear before she'd loosen her grip on the damp rag within her hand, she'd lean away from the bed, to dispose of the rag in a near by bowl before looking at Cody again.

"Feeling better?"

[Cody Travers]

"Welcome back."

He proceeded not to move. Not that he didn't want to move..

It's because he couldn't. He felt way too sore to do anything..

Although his eyes locked with Calamity's. He gave a smile, a very warm appreciative smile.

"Feeling better?"

"I..I've felt better..But yeah..I am now.."

He tried to move, he tried to access the power of his muscles to be able to move up and at least be on level with her. So he wouldn't look like a weakling..

"Uh..Unh.." He struggled to move. He couldn't feel his left arm..It was numb..Probably from the blood loss.

He kept trying and trying. Sadly he couldn't do it. He lay back down and accepted it.

His smile slightly faded as he looked back up at Calamity putting the rag she'd been using on him. Then he smiled again.

He looked down at himself..

He was covered in bandages..

But..That didn't matter..His possesion was gone..His prision shirt was gone..

He didn't worry though..It had to be in good hands..

"..How..How long have I been out..?"

He moved his left arm a bit...His handcuffs were still attached to his wrist..

"..I apoligize..For the trouble i've been.."

He sighed as he looked upward into Calamity's eyes.

"..Thanks..I appreciate this..It's certainly different..Then what i've been used to.."

He trailed off..Painful memories seemed to return..His Father becoming violent..The crushing of Rolento..

Then..He saw past it to see Calamity..And everything seemed perfect..

However..There was one problem..

He hadn't taken his medication for his hands yet today..

Pain coursed through his hands..

"Ngh.."