(http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z322/Apprentice_Soul/females/Sugihara%20Anri/Anri-Sugihara-914-minifacecloseup.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">NONAMI KITIGANI</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Galaxy, at Rayn's feet<br/><strong>With:</strong>Rayn Assad, Rosalie Assad, Callie Shaw and others<br/><strong>Restrictor Collar:</strong>0<br/><br/>Almost as quickly as Nonami's face was pressed into her owners shoes there was a shuffle of movement, the slapping sound of palm to skin and an outburst from a female voice which bore an accent which Nonami easily recognized as Chinese. The voice itself didn't draw her attention, but that the Chinese was protesting in her favor. Nonami dared a look to see the woman gripping her owners wrist and a furious expression on her face. For a moment Nonami began to fear for this woman, after what Rayn had done to herself over her own outburst Nonami would wish that no such thing could ever happen to any other woman again. Yet after only a few short seconds the woman released her grip sat back down and offered an apology. As Nonami's owner explained to the Chinese woman his version of what all this was about, Nonami began to fear less for the Chinese and more that she herself may be punished for the Chinese woman's 'misbehavior'. Nonami couldn't imagine her owner was even capable of forgiveness, even less so being the misogynist he most assuredly was. It was doubtless in Nonami's mind she would be punished severely for the Chinese woman's transgression.<br/><br/>Once her owner left Nonami was soon staring more intently at the Chinese woman. Part of Nonami wanted to believe the Chinese was sincere, she would have done anything for a person she could trust in this world. Nonami knew in this world though, no one could be trusted, not truley, especially by a slave. She turned her head aside, away from the firm gaze she had held on the Chinese for several seconds. She could never trust anyone here she knew. Still China had never adopted the misogynistic policies of slavery of Nonami's own country and indeed the world over, perhaps the Chinese was driven by a sincere concern for Nonami's own well being. She peered at again, this time at the Chinese woman's feet as she pondered this, her thoughts leading again into inevitable pessimism's again before being interrupted.<br/><br/>Without her Master here she knew the boy, barely out of his teens, had every right to do what he pleased with her. She had never wanted more to be in the presence of the misogynist who owned her. Nonami had never wanted this and she could imagine the awful things these people would do to her. She ground her knuckles into the carpet as she hung onto every word the young Master and his slave said. She could feel herself breathing heavily and the dampness of fear induced sweat collecting above her brow.