Masako returned from the bathroom with what looked like a small makeup box.  From it, she pulled a pair of tiny tweezers and a cotton ball.  She held the cotton to the lip of the wound and reached the tweezers about four or five millameters into the cat on the table, knowing he knew what was comming.  "Sorry Justin," she told him with a bit of pity in her tone.  "I can't make this hurt any less.  A few pieces of the bullet came out easily, ut then there are the tinier fragments that really get stuck in the flesh.  The whole time she was trying to remove them, she dabbed at the edges of the wound to try and keep the blood under control.  "There, that should be all of it.  I still have to clean and dress the wound... but I think I'd better do that once you transform again.  Otherwise the  dressing will twist up. Are you going to be alright?"<br/><br/>_______________________________________<br/><br/>"Writing?" He mused. "You wouldn't be the first writer we've had in the family.  There was one, or so I was told, a few years back." He thought a moment.  "Ive never read any of his work, but I believe there is some good credit attatched to the name. "He folded his hands in his lap and thought a moment.  "If you both have confidance in your ability to keep the curse in check and have a goal in mind for  your futur, than I don't see any reason why public school is not an option.  You'll be enrolled come the fall semester."  Hisao seemed rather defeated, but knew it would make the two of them quite happy.