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[b][color=C48793]MENTIONS:[/color][/b] [color=D1D0CE]None yet.[/color][/center]
[color=D1D0CE]Her eyes remained staring out of the window, her mind blank except for the atrocity that she had just witnessed. And yet, no matter how long she stared, she found that the image that had permeated her mind was slowly fading away. Sayuri's terror morphed into a befuddlement of confusion, so much so that she hardly noticed Hiroyuki's breath on her ear and his touch on her body. His proclamation for food, along with his chiding, brought her back to reality. Hungry. Food. Hand... she had to write it down. She had to write what that thing was down, or else, for one reason or another, she might forget. When Hiroyuki wandered off to the washroom, she fumbled for a scrap of paper from a notepad nearby. After quickly finding a pen, she hastily scribbled a short phrase down.

[color=C48793][i]Flying hand squashed building.[/i][/color]

How else could she describe it?

The frazzled girl tucked the paper into the pockets of her pajama pants and returned to her task at hand. Rice was all done cooking... by the time Sayuri she served the rice and cooked the eggs, the memory of the wretched hand was far out of her mind, leaving behind the same sense of lingering confusing. Her body felt drained, tired even. What happened? She woke up so energetic a couple of minutes ago. A sigh left her lips as she cracked an egg over each of the bowls of the white rice. The smell of a warm meal wafted about, stirring her stomach from its slumber.

[b][color=C48793]"Hiro, hurry up! The food's getting cold!"[/color][/b] Sayuri called as gently as she could as she began to brew some tea. A little pick-me-up could do them some good. [/color]