The man seemed to shove past him with a mask of politeness and all Jake could do was stand there in mere curiosity. His eyes watched silently evaluating Yasuhiko as he wrenched open the door gently, and turned to him. If Jake didnâ€™t know any better the man seemed to be acting awfully polite however it must of been obvious that his hand was still bothering him. Healed or not that hand would always bother him<span style="font-style: italic">. "I take all my jobs seriously Alderman-sama. So I will of course be there when you need me for anything." </span>That made him shrug it wasnâ€™t like he really would need Yasuhiko for much besides maybe helping him figure out the place. Other than that his use wellâ€¦not needed? Yasuhiko handed him his business card and without a care he placed the card into his pant pocket gently trying not to disrupt his arm anymore than what it already was.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I may check on you from time to time just to make sure everything is to your liking and as for my name well. Donâ€™t you think it would be awfully personal for you to use my first name?"</span>Yasuhiko cocked his head playfully and that just made him almost want to attack the man with foreplay but Jake knew better. Well besides the fact that his engaged girl would rage that he cheated on her with a man. But that didnâ€™t seem to bother him. Whatever right? He gave back an easy smile , one that lit up his face just enough to show how he appreciated the little tease.<span style="font-style: italic">"But I suppose to keep you happy I will allow you to call me by my first name, Koga. Now, if you will excuse me." </span>With that Koga left leaving the door to slam in his face as he left the hall. Yup Koga definitely didnâ€™t want to give up his first name.<br/><br/>That left him alone in the room to think for just a moment. He waited a couple minutes to let Koga wander down the hall and disappear before he reluctantly opened the door to the hall way.  The hallway was usually eerie but he didnâ€™t bother to ponder this. A quite hallway didnâ€™t scare him any. He traveled taking the other way than the way Koga took, and led himself to a quite desolate pool room. Without thinking he walked his way to the dressing area hoping that he could swiftly take off his pants and shirt, and take a dive in his boxers. Of course swimming was also on his donâ€™t do with a hurt hand list but hell that was the least of his problems. The room was vibrant with colors and the crystal clear water beckoned him though her walked down the side of the pool to enter the menâ€™s changing room. The indoor pool was deserted and so he didnâ€™t have to worry about any thiefâ€™s stealing his clothes. He undressed pulling his T-shirt over his head that showed off his steel six pac abs that gleamed from the dim light over head, then hastily removed his pants that slid down his thin form, and finally folded both items of clothing as he undid his bandage seeing the scar, and the red from the reopened wound. The wound would never heal with how he abused it so often. But if it was between writing and not writing he would always choose to write that was just life for him.<br/><br/>He wandered out of the changing room and glanced at the diving board. He really had no use for it since he just wanted to swim. He walked over the edge of the water and dove in. Feeling the warm electricity the water felt to him. He swam slowly at first then just continued swimming , ignoring the pulses of pain that shot through his injured handâ€¦the wound opening more little by little. The water allowed him to think. He hadnâ€™t even realized when the door opened to the room.