"Oh, yeah..."Kevin heard her reply which was barely audible. He was sure that she wasn’t aware what being married meant to the culture of the  Japanese. In America men and women could be married and divorced. In japan , divorces were rare.<br/><br/>The car took off heading in a direction that  went directly through the heart of tokyo. The buildings towered  high into the sky. It was as if he was glancing upon another universe. It wasn’t America for sure. He knew only tiny bits of about Japan. However, what was more shocking was that the vehicle was black. Was this the mafia? Did he get sent to do the mafia’s bidding here?<br/><br/>“ Sir  Yukari, Your apartment is a drive away from the city. The building is a rather quiet place. “ The driver spoke needing to space his words because of the small amount of english that he could speak. It was broken english but the similarity to a city-sicking gangsters english was pretty much recognizable. In other words, he understood what was being said for the most part.<br/><br/>“ Hey,” Kevin directed his words to the captive. “ I won’t handcuff you, or force you to stay with me. I think as long i know your ok and able to fit in  with society that ‘s enough. I don’t wanna treat you like i did before. Honestly, that was forced on me....when we get into my apartment i’ll try to get a job and make it so that you can get what you want.  “ He didn’t mean to to her but they were gonna be in the car for a little bit. Or so he figured.<br/><br/>The car began to pick up speed as if the driver understood perfectly what he is saying. Actually, he was pretty sure that any speed limit here has been broke. Weirdest part was that there wasn’t a single cop car to pull them over.<br/><br/>After going this speed for about 15 minutes they managed to come across open fields, and houses that looked like they belonged to rich people. Strange. His little paper said it was an apartment...Maybe there was a last minute change during the flight?<br/><br/>“ Mr, and Mrs Yukari you have arrived at your destination.”  The drive stepped out of the car and opened the backseat doors so that they could get out.<br/><br/>A large building that was designed like a traditional Japanese inn greeted them. The sign which told people the name of the place was in Japanese. Oh dear. Even their housing made no sense.Their driver brought their luggage into the inn?<br/><br/>“ Mrs Yukari after you?” Kevin waved his hand in a gentlemanly way. After she entered the inn he made sure to stop the driver before he got into the car.<br/><br/>" Do we each have a room of our own at least?" The driver looked at him laughed.<br/><br/>" You are married no? One room. one room." Then got into the car and drove off. Loads of help that guy was.<br/><br/>He went into the inn after her. The place had its own fireplace, and living room with a bar, and stairs that lead upstairs or downstairs. The bartender looked Japanese but the menu was in English. She was currently talking with the bartender avidly. This could be bad?