Continued
Iwao raced into Devil May Cry, into the kitchen where Junko was helping Nakamura with the sushi rolls. " I did it I ditched her." Nakamura looked up. "Ditched who? Your late.
Yamashita burst in the door. "IWAO WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN. GET OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW." Iwao raced to the mill in the back. A figured wraped in shadow followed from behind.
Iwao grabbed the handle and started working the mill. Sweat begin to pour down from his face as he ran the spinning wheel. He over to the sound approuching footsteps. It was the girl again.
She was about 10 or 11 with her black hair tied back into a spiked pony tail. "Jeez" said Iwao in an annoyed voice"I can't ditch you. What the hell do you want."
