Head back to the blood brothers

You hurry out of Yoshida’s room and back to your own, trusting that Ishikawa can take care of the rest. Masahiro and Kazuo are still asleep when you arrive. Masahiro just looks like he is napping but Kazuo has passed out in a very awkward way, with his ass up in the air. You straighten him out so that it looks more natural, cursing Yozora's weak arms all the while. Once he is in a more reasonable position, you curl up next to him. That’s right, just three people passed out after an intense fuck session. You use a technique you learned in training to flawlessly simulate sleep.

Just in time, too, as Yoshida stomps into the room a moment later. “Masahiro! Kazuo! Wake up!” Neither one of them stir so you don’t either. Did the poison wear off faster in Yoshida than it did in the other two? You wonder why. Maybe because he is so fat? Yoshida kicks Kazuo in the back but the gangster doesn’t wake. “What the fuck?” Yoshida stalks out of the room. You listen to him go with relief.

You remain in simulated sleep until Kazuo begins stirring against you. You feel him push himself up to hands and knees. You blink open your own eyes and see that Masahiro is also moving. “Awake?” Fat Yoshi asks. A shiver runs down your spine. You turn and see that he is standing in the door frame.

“Wakagashira?” Kazuo sits up and shakes his head. “What happened?”

“Why don’t you tell me? What is the last thing you remember?”

“Huh? Well, I was...we were...” he turns and looks at you. You make yourself small and hide behind Kazuo’s back as if you were frightened. Which you kind of are. “I had just nutted down her throat...” You can't help but wince at how crude he is. “Then I...passed out?”

“And you Masahiro?”

Masahiro scrubs a hand through his hair. “I came over here to take a rest and I guess I fell asleep.”

Fat Yoshi turns his eyes on you. They are beady but intense and your mouth goes a little dry. “And you, Yozora?”

“After Kazuo-sama finished, I was also quite exhausted. I must have fallen asleep at the same time that he did.”

“Is that so?” Yoshida stares hard at you and you react with confusion and nervousness, glancing from the floor, to his eyes, to Kazuo next to you. Fat Yoshi grunts. “Something happened here. I will find out what. You two get your clothes on. We are leaving.” Yoshida turns and stomps away.

“What the hell was that about?” Masahiro asks, pulling on his clothes.

“I’m not sure...” Kazuo also starts dressing. You try and make yourself as small and still as possible. Kazuo glances at you but then he shakes his head. “C’mon.” He jogs out of the room with Masahiro right behind him.

You wait until you think enough time has passed for them to leave. Then you pull on your red under-kimono and make your way to the entertaining room.