The girl winced, curling up against Sanro as much as she could and not risk falling off, not speaking at all, other than to sniffle.  The Kimekomi had been samurai...  But what was their crest?  It was probably somewhere in the house, which meant she'd have to ask about it.  But at the moment, she felt like she was going to throw up and begin blubbering.  Half blood-covered, almost being raped, and an unfamiliar lurch in her stomach and lower from the kiss...<br/><br/>Damn it, she was not going back to Shinjuku without both Sanro and Nisen by her side at all times.