“ Thanks” Kevin blinked. His captive looks shaken up as if the scent of drowning in muddy water was too disgusting for her. He placed the silver gun down on the ground. It would not do to come off like those men. Rough, mean, abusive, and inconsiderate of the woman before them. His tan but slightly long fingers reached out to her. Trying to grab the shaking of fear inside her, and toss it out of the alleyway. It nerved him to see her even more shaky than when he first captured her.<br/><br/>The smell of stank fish, old meat, dirty diapers, and some other consistency wafted into his brain. Disturbing his thought process for a second. “ Damn.” His eyes searched the alleyway for a dumpster that would be the result of such horrid smells. Alas, there was no such dirty contraption in the alleyway.<br/><br/><br/>“ We need to get out of this shitty alleyway.” He clasped his fingers with hers trying to ignore the tiny rips along her yukata hemline. His warm hands felt a sudden cool as they walked out of the alleyway and onto the bustling Japanese street of the business district. People swarmed around them like bees holding conversations about petty affairs, and job troubles. They needed to return back from where they came. If they walked around all day while she was in that yukata not only would the men from before follow them, but there was a likely shot he would be killed.<br/><br/>Cars sped by leaving an odor of heavy gasoline, and a mixed feeling of being lost. Japan was not the easiest place to be in, nor was it easy to walk through. Bikes passed by trying to saunter around the two as if they were in the middle of the sidewalk. “ Where the hell are the taxis when I need one?”<br/><br/>A grumble that sounded like a tigers roar came from his captive. She was hungry. His eyes began to wander the street as they came upon a break in the path. One way lead to more businesses, and the other had a nice remote looking cafe on it. Well, he figured it was a cafe because a sign with some Japanese words, and cafe in bright red were above the door.<br/><br/>The inside of the cafe was lit up with fluorescent lights, and waitresses wore little schoolgirl skirts with low cut tops revealing a little too much of nothing. His eyes when they fell on the hostess caught cat ears on her head that wiggled. This was not strange. Not strange in the least. They were lead to a small booth with red cushions, and a funny looking rectangular table. Two menus were handed to them as one of the ladies in the cafe spoke in Japanese. Well, maybe he should of tried to find a McDonald restaurant.<br/><br/>All he could muster in Japanese was “ Wareware wa 2tsu no Nihon no yōki dorinku, chūmon suru ikutsu ka no jikan o shitai to omoimasu.” ( “We would like two Japanese bubbly drinks, and some time to order.”) The waitress nodded her head and wandered off. Now, it was time to wait for penny to decide on dinner.