“It’s not my saline, it’s for you. It’ll just keep burning and eventually leave a nasty scar if it doesn’t get treated.” Sasha explained, recalling his baby’s brothers incident with silver buckshot. The pocked scars on Viktor’s chest remained just as angry and pronounced as the day he’d been shot even years later. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Sayuri looked at Sasha curiously. She’d never met another werewolf before, there was a lot he could teach her.
“Has that happened to you?” Sayuri asked, not at all shy. Sasha didn’t look like someone who had a scar on him. Whereas Sayuri was badly spotted, tattoos and scars, a missing finger. There was a lot she had already survived but Sasha clearly knew a better way.
“Not me, but my little brother.” Sasha explained. “Silver buckshot almost did him in, but luckily we have a good doctor who specializes in people like us.” He nodded, pausing briefly then. “Do you have anyone like that? Any one who is like us?” _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“No one.” Sayuri said with a little sigh, it was something she said with a somber half smile. “You’re the first one I’ve ever met.” She said, comfortable sharing such personal information. While she had nothing to lose, Sayuri didn’t feel like Sasha wanted anything from her anyways.
“I see…not even family?” Sasha asked, but was quick to realize the misstep. Surely, if she had family she would know other people like her. Moreover, she probably wouldn’t be stuck serving some yakuza lowlife. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer that.” _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“It’s alright.” Sayuri was quick to reassure, giving a gentle wave of her hand. “No, no family. It’s just me.” She answered, without issuing details. Not because it was private but because the details were irrelevant.
They arrived to the discount store after a short walk from the station. It was well lit and appeared to have general household items, which bode well for finding something to clean Sayuri’s wound. When they walked in, the door make a peppy chirp, announcing their entry. Following that sound though was an annoyed store clerk, clearing his throat and nodding at a sign by the door. It was in Japanese but the picture clearing described a “no shirt, no shoe, no entry,” policy. Sayuri looked down at her bare feet and sort of shrugged before grabbing a pair of nearby flip flops that were on a display rack. She held them up to the clerk before ripping off the tag and shuffling them on.
“You’ll have to buy these too, with the saline.” She said to Sasha.
Sasha observed the exchange and for the first time since meeting up with Sayuri at the station, he took in her whole appearance. She had very clearly run all the way, injured and barefoot. She was still in her sleep clothes, which were thin and weren’t offering much in the way of general coverage and warmth from the chill of night as the weather hadn’t quite yet warmed to summer.
“Naturally.” He agreed as he went ahead and shrugged off the crushed velvet jacket of the suit he was still wearing. He draped it over Sayuri’s shoulders. The fabric was still warm from his body as he gave it a little tug to pull it closer to her. Once he was sure it was settled he turned and started down the first aisle. “Where is the first aid section?” He asked over his shoulder. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Sayuri was mildly surprised when Sasha dropped his very expensive velvet jacket around her shoulders. She was admittedly cold, and much more comfortable under the suit jacket. She slid her arms through the holes before jogging after him, glancing up at the aisles signs; checking for where the medical supplies might be.
“I think it’s in the back,” She uttered briefly, checking the pockets on the suit jacket. “I might get your jacket dirty, you know.” She warned.
“You came here in a hurry, you didn’t even bring a sweater, I don’t mind if it gets dirty.” Sasha said as he came up to a set up that looked like home medical supplies, though he couldn’t understand any of the labels. “Besides, do you think that’s the only Armani suit I have?” He teased as he tossed a cheeky grin over his shoulder. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Sayuri stared a moment in mild disbelief before releasing a boisterous laugh.
“ やばい !” Sayuri exclaimed as she laughed. “You’re trying to impress me?” She asked, giving him a playful nudge before observing the stocked shelves. There was one lone bottle of saline left on the bottom shelf and bent down to scoop it up. She looked over the label to confirm she had the right thing before offering it to Sasha.
“1967 yen, that’s like thirteen dollars American. Not too much for you, then?” She grinned up at him, she had a wide smile and fairly full lips; though that was an undesirable trait in her culture. She was teasing him, she didn’t mean to flirt but it was fun and incredibly easy with Sasha.
Sasha was unable to contain the little smile that tugged at his lips at Sayuri. He liked her laugh, loud but full of amusement.
“No, that’s nothing at all.” He said to her, giving a little flap of his hand. “I could probably buy this whole store. Twice even.” He said it jokingly, but in truth, his family could buy the whole franchise and still leave everyone’s trust funds untouched. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“Well in that case, should we buy anything else? Do you need any Ohta's Isan, do werewolves get heartburn?” Sayuri joked, pointing at the medicine before standing up and dusting off the knees of her pajama pants.
She supposed she would need to get back soon, she was sure that Mio has awoken Joe by now to alert him of her disappearance. It would be hard to explain where she’s been, and the longer she’s gone, the more trouble she will be in. Sayuri didn’t have a cell phone, so she checked the time on the wall clock hung up in the store.
“We should hurry, I need to get back.” Sayuri said then. Her tone was no longer playful or boisterous, though she didn’t sound overly concerned. It’s possible she learned a long time ago, that the impending punishment didn’t lessen with panic. What will be will be.
Sayuri looked at Sasha and sort of smiled weakly, it was a sad smile.
“If I’m being honest, I’ve been gone too long already. You might not see me tomorrow.” Sayuri admitted before forcing a wider smile. “If he kills me, I hope it’s in this jacket. It might not be so bad to die, if I’m wearing velvet when it happens.” Sayuri joked, a macabre joke, but a jest still.
“Don’t joke like that.” Sasha said quickly, shaking his head. He reached down to gently grab at her hand again, just the fingertips. “Let’s get you patched up and I’ll get you back…but I promise, tonight’s the last night you or anyone else will have to deal with Joe.” Sasha leveled his gaze on Sayuri. If his words didn’t hold enough conviction, his eyes certainly did. He meant what he said, he was going to get Sayuri away from Joe. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
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