When Yuki had finally regained consciousness, he awoke to the familiar ceiling of his bedroom. He pushed into a sitting position, a hiss of pain escaping his lips as the fog began to dissipate as he remembered what had happened. It seemed luck had been on his side and some of his men had found him in that alley. He would need to figure out who had saved him and give them a proper reward. A quick glance over his own body confirmed that his wounds had been tended to.<br/><br/>The right thing to do would be to go back to sleep, but he would not allow himself to do that. He could not afford such luxury, even if he was injured. He pushed the covers off of his body and brought his feet to the floor. In mere moments, he was bringing himself off of the bed to stand. He had been dressed in only a pair of pajama pants.<br/><br/>Bare feet padded over the soft carpet of his bedroom as he crossed the floor to his closet. He dressed in silence, deciding on dress slacks and a loose, but still fine button up silk shirt. He put his shoes on and strapped on the holster for his gun, before donning the loose fitting yukata jacket he was prone to often wear.<br/><br/>He exited his bedroom and it didn't take long for his second in command to find him and fill him in on the details of his retrieval. He was curious about the woman who had been found with him. Without another word, he left the other man and headed for the room where she would be waiting.  Upon reaching it, there was a single guard that moved to open the door for him.<br/><br/>Yuki stepped into the room, allowing his silver eyes to land upon the form of the woman within. He felt the world stop and his breath leave him as he immediately recognized the form of the woman who had been in his mind ever since she had stepped in front of that bullet.