Takuma sighed comfortably as he bathed himself.  Whatever this strange place was, at least they had a bath tub that would do a Japanese home proud.  The scent of flowers in a bathroom was a bit of a novelty, but he found it soothing nonetheless.<br/><br/>He was about to begin washing his hair when, hearing the scream, Takuma burst out of the bath, water spraying everywhere as he leaped into action.  A towel was hastily wrapped around his waist as he raced out of his room, acting purely on instinct.  Reaching the room from where the noises were coming from, Takuma forcibly opened the door with a large bang, with his fists raised and feet planted in the standard Karate stance.