Fan Fiction ❯ Fighter's Crusade: Project Epsilon ❯ Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

It was a bright and sunny Friday morning in Germany. Hitomi had her hair tied back in a ponytail that blew slightly in the breeze. The noise of the school did seem to effect her in her still half asleep, drowsy state for this morning hour. She was not a morning person.

"Hitomi, Hitomi wait up!"

Hitomi snapped out of her sleepwalking state and glanced behind her. Anaka a childhood friend of Hitomi's was running up from behind to catch up with her.

"Morgen, Hitomi," Anaka wheezed.

"Morgen."

"Wait for me," Anaka said bent over with her hands on her knees trying to breath ,"I'll walk you to class."

"Okay, but don't you have class now?"

"No, I'm going to the library to study."

Anaka walked with Hitomi into the school building. She had been inside it a million times, or that's what it seemed like. It's familiar surroundings for the old red bricks and low ceiling of the thirty year old high school seemed comfortable to her.

Anaka was a friend of Hitomi's and a good one at that. She had gone to school with Hitomi ever since kindergarten and the two were very close. Anaka was short around Hitomi's height, with long blonde hair and clear easy blue eyes. She had a vixen build with fair skin and wore small, thin, framed glasses that didn't offset the sight of her at all. Anaka wasn't really into the intense physical training that Hitomi took part in, but she preferred to train her brain instead.

"What are you doing today after school?" Anaka asked Hitomi.

"Oh well, the usual. My after school workout but other than that I don't have anything planned."

"You want to go to that new club tonight?"

"Sure, where is it?"

"There's this new club that opened up about a week ago called Club Hazard, it's not too far from our houses."

"Okay, what time do you want to leave?"

"I dunno, call me when you get done with your workout and we'll go."

By this time their conversation had distracted the two and they almost walked past Hitomi's class. Hitomi stopped abruptly and as she walked through the doorway, she turned and said goodbye to Anaka who headed towards the library. Hitomi sat her bags down on her desk and took a seat. There was still a few minutes before class started. She looked around. The rest of her classmates were still conversing, no doubt it was gossip. Hitomi laid her head on the desk and closed her eyes. Studying or lack there of had really worn her out last night. She didn't know why she was so tired and could only attribute this to the fact that she knew she wasn't a morning person. The ring of the tardy bell interrupted her worries as her classmates took their seats. Their teacher, Dr. Hankins, wobbled into the room, pulling a cart on wheels that housed his books and other materials. Dr. Hankins was a scraggily old man, with a escaping white head of hair and small wireframe glasses that barely hung onto his small nose. His old out of style button up shirt made Hitomi laugh although she saw him everyday. Hankins turned to the cart and fumbled through his papers. "Good morning class," he mumbled as he pulled out some papers. "Good morning Doctor," they replied in conditioned unison. Hitomi shuffled though the papers in her backpack and pulled out last night's homework. She knew he was going to ask for it but when he does always varies, it's just the way he is.

Hitomi's eyelids seemed to be forcing their way down and she laid her arms on the desk in front of her and rested her head on top of them. She was really tired and decided that if she didn't try to get some sleep now, she wouldn't be able to stay awake for some of the more important classes later on that day. As Hitomi laid there with her forehead on her folded arms, she tried to think about why she was so tired. Then it hit her. Her father had been pushing training her a lot lately, with more exercises, drills and repetitions, but she didn't seem to mind because she could keep up with his increased intensity. "He must be doing this for my birthday," she thought to herself with a smile, since her eighteenth birthday was in five days. Her parents always had a subtle way or celebrating her birthday. They would always drop Hitomi little hints here and there, but never come out and tell her "Happy Birthday". That's the way it always was and Hitomi was pretty much accustomed to it like that, because her friends knew of her parents way of celebrating and would throw her a party.

x x x x

The day dragged on and finally lunch time slothed its way around the clock. Hitomi went outside the cafeteria and sat on an unoccupied bench. Usually, her and Anaka sat at the bench together to eat, discussing, giggling the way girls do. Anaka showed up on time, as usual, carrying her lunch. Hitomi already had her lunch laid out on her lap as she took bites out of an apple. Anaka sat down next to her, and opened the brown paper bag that her lunch was carried in. Taking the food out, she laid the paper bag flat on her lap and placed the food on top of it. They began to talk about the events of the day, or at least what had happened so far. Anaka let out a sigh of disappointment.

"What?" Hitomi asked, "do you have a bunch of homework?"

"No," Anaka replied, "there's this boy…"

Hitomi realized it wasn't a sigh of disappointment.

"Oh?" Hitomi said in an inquiring tone, "who is it?"

"I don't know his name, he just transferred from America, but he's in my math class and he's really cute."

Hitomi smiled as she chewed on her apple and shook it at Anaka.

"Don't go off and get into boy trouble now," she playfully warned.

Anaka rolled her eyes. "Yes mother," she replied.

They continued to carry on a normal high-school girl's conversation, Hitomi normally avoiding conversations focused around her physical training with her father, unless someone asked about it. Hitomi enjoyed Anaka's company. Anaka enjoyed Hitomi's company. They both knew this and because of all the best and worst they had been through together they were very close friends. It was very difficult for one to go out somewhere without the other, the two had a bond on the level of siblings, twins almost. Whenever one would one would have a problem, the other quickly volunteered, offering their services as a just a school tutor or a shoulder to cry on; though the latter rarely happened to Hitomi. It was hard to believe she was still a normal girl after all the disciplinary work her father forced on her, forcing her to normally suppress her emotions saying they would only hinder her progress as being the most powerful fighter she could be. They giggled, and laughed conversing about school, relationships and whatnot, carrying on in general older teenage style. Before they knew it lunch was over and they had to continue their daily work as students to the campus to which they dedicated the height of their childhood.

x x x x

The school finally came to a close and when it finally let out Hitomi rushed home to begin practicing. After her workout she rushed herself into her room to take a shower. A few minutes later Hitomi emerged, quickly dressed herself and scrambled to find her parents. She found them in the living room having a conversation over something. Hitomi stood between them to get their attention.

"What is it Hitomi-chan?" her mother asked.

"Mother, can I go out to a new dance club tonight with Anaka?" Hitomi asked.

"Who's Anaka?" Hans asked Hitomi.

Hitomi gave him a disappointed look.

"It's her friend from school," Maki informed him.

"I didn't know you have friends," Hans exclaimed sounding surprised.

"Well, we've only known each other for ten years," Hitomi told him, stressing the fact that a decade was a long time to her.

"She's a good girl," Maki reassured him.

Hans thought about it for a minute and after careful deliberation he delivered a verdict.

"Okay," Hans said to her," you can go, just don't be out too late."

"Arigato," Hitomi said as she bowed to her father and rushed out to her room almost tripping over a table on the way out.

Inside her room she picked up the phone and dialed Anaka's phone number.

"Hello?" Anaka answered the phone.

"Hey Anaka, it's Hitomi."

"Oh hey! What's going on?"

"I'm going to change into some clothes now, so make your way over here and I should be done by the time you get here."

Hitomi hung up the phone and rummaged through her closet to find something to wear. Sliding some shirts around, she pulled out a black, sleeveless tight fitting top with spaghetti straps. Centered on the chest of the shirt was a red biohazard symbol appropriately labeled "biohazard" under the sign. On the back of shirt across the lower shoulders, was a barcode, unknown was it's meaning or purpose. She reached back into her closet and pulled out a pair of blue jeans. Hitomi slipped off the pair of pajama pants she had thrown on in a hurry after getting out of the shower and pulled on the jeans. They were a dark blue color, studded with black metal buttons down each outside seam of the pants. She pulled the loose t-shirt off over her head, struggled to get the into the tight fitting shirt with spaghetti straps and pulled the bottom of it over the top of her jeans. Hitomi looked herself over in the morrow and giggled at the sight of the biohazard sign as it was distorted by her bust. Content with the way she looked she went over to the nightstand by her bed. Opening a small lockbox that sat on the nightstand, she pulled out a wad of bills and stuffed them into her right pants pocket.

Hitomi's parents didn't give her allowance. And her mother would not allow her to get a job so her only source of income was when her parents voluntarily gave her some money, they always gave her too much and when she tried to give it back to them they always told her to keep it. She fixed her hair into something she was happy with and made her way into the living room wait for Anaka. The doorbell rang and Hitomi answered the door. Anaka stood in the doorway, her white shirt and light blue jeans backlit by the porch light on the entryway.

"Ready to go?" Anaka asked.

"Yup," Hitomi replied as she stepped through, but turned around and faced into house again.

"Ikimasu," Hitomi said as a reminder back into the house.

"Have a safe trip," she heard her mother reply in the same tone of voice.

With her parents now aware she was leaving she shut the door and they began their journey to the club.

x x x x

Fifteen minutes later the both stood in awe at a gigantic line into Club Hazard. They took places in the line and looked around. The line of people steadily moved inside the building as people flashed their identification cards to gain entry to the bouncer who stood next to the door with the composure of a drill sergeant. Hitomi watched as people in front of her dug out their identifications and showed them to the bouncer who nodded with approval. Hitomi searched her pockets for her ID. She couldn't find it, and soon it would be their turn to present identification. Anaka could see Hitomi's frantic pocket digging and her worried look.

"What's wrong?" she asked Hitomi.

"I-I can't find my ID," she said disappointed, because she knew what the consequences were for not having one.

"Should we go back and get it?"

"No, because by the time we get back, he might stop letting people in. Besides I have a plan that might work."

The line continued to advance, and when it was their turn to show who they were Anaka furnished her ID and started to go inside. Hitomi tried to slink in with her, but a strong and sturdy hand grabbed her shoulder and prevented her from going any further.

"Where's you ID?" demanded the Drill Sergeant.

"I left it at home," she explained," but I'm seventeen."

"I don't' believe you," the Drill Sergeant replied, his serious expression unchanging.

"I am REALLY!" Hitomi stressed clasping the bouncer's hand and whining try to gain entry.

"You don't look a day over sixteen to me," said the six foot Drill Sergeant who dwarfed the little half-Japanese girl who was trying to coax her way in, beside him. Hitomi pressed herself onto Drill Sergeant's arm.

"Pleeeease," she pleaded.

The Drill Sergeant stared at Hitomi's face, looking at her eyes, as if he knew what the eyes of a liar looked like and where comparing them with hers. His expression did not changed as he squinted and concentrated on her eyes.

"Alright," he said finally giving in. He motioned towards the with his head towards the entrance door, " but don't you cause no trouble."

"Thank you," she said happily as she stood up on her toes, pulled the Sergeant down towards her and kissed him on the cheek.

With her objective completed she hurried to meet up with Anaka who she could see was waiting for her inside the door.

x x x x

Inside the fog filled room there was a lot of movement. Colored spotlights raced across the floow, changing the face of the crowd from red to blue then darkness as the light left them. A smooth flowing techno beat filled the room as bodies jostiled about in unorganized movement.

Hitomi and Anaka waded through the crowds of people, making their way over the bar. They sat down and were served by a bartender.

"You girls want somethin' ?" he asked.

"I'll share a basked of fries with you," Hitomi told Anaka.

"Alright."

"Okay, so I need one basket of fries and a Coke," Hitomi told the bartender. Anaka got his attention and told him what she wanted, "I want a Pepsi."

The bartender nodded in acknowledgement and disappeared. A minute later he returned with their drinks. Passing them out accordingly he said ," Your fries will be out in a few." Hitomi nodded and the bartender went to help other people who were seated. The music continued to flow smoothly throughout the club filling it with a relaxing easy aura. Colored lights and glow sticks flickered through the sea of people creating an easy strobe light effect, but the dark lighting inside gave it more of a sci-fi movie feeling. Hitomi and Anaka continued their conversation loosing track of time. The bartender got their attention by setting the basket of fries in front of them. Hitomi dug into her pocket and pulled out the wad of bills. "How much do I owe you?" she asked. "I'll give you a discount on this one cutey, this one's on me." She smiled to the bartender, "Thank you," she said, for lack of anything more to say. He turned back around and continued working. Hitomi got this a lot. It must be some secret sub-conscious charm she had on guys. She used this to her advantage. Just as she had charmed her way into the club. The commenced to devouring the fries and Anaka looked at Hitomi.

"You're a crafty one, you," she said in an old woman's voice shaking a fry accusingly at Hitomi. They giggled. "I can't help it," Hitomi said half giggling, "it's just the way I am, literally."

x x x x

Hitomi and Anaka moved to the dance floor. It was getting late; possibly. Hitomi had lost track of time when she got inside the club and had no way of knowing exactly how much time had passed. As the music flowed they lost themselves in the excitement of the club.

A high pitched scream interrupted their dancing. Everyone turned and looked in the direction of the shriek but because of Hitomi's stature all she could see was the backs of heads. "What happened?" Hitomi asked as she nudged Anaka. "I dunno," Anaka replied, "maybe we should go see." Hitomi and Anaka pushed their way to the front of the crowd. They were small enough that it was easy for them to nudge people aside, enough for them to fit through. After they fought their way to the front of the crowd they saw what was happening. A figure was collapsed on the ground on its hands and knees, breathing heavily. It was clear to Hitomi and Anaka that this person was in pain and should be helped, yet a mystery to them why no one was helping out this person. "Hey, are you okay?" Anaka asked, still keeping her distance with the rest of the crowd. The figure's only response was a heavy breathing. "Hey," Anaka said again as she approached the figure cautiously with Hitomi behind her, "are you alright?" The crowd seemed to fade further back as they approached. The figure, which they could now make out to be a man with a large trench coat, his head held lazily towards the ground was hunched over on his hands and knees. "Do you need some help?" Hitomi asked. The man's response was a dry heaving and vomiting onto the floor. Anaka took a step back in repulse, but them approached him and placed her hand on his shoulder. The man looked up, still on his hands and knees. Hitomi could see his face was sweaty and drool hung off his mouth. He had a dazed and glassy look on his face, his eyes quickly darted back and forth between Anaka, Hitomi, and the quickly accumulating crowd. They could clearly tell that he was whacked out on something.

"Stay right here," Anaka cooed, "I'm going to get you some help."

He replied with a heavy breathing.

"Stay back," he said "stay back, Angel of Death."

"Angel of Death?" Anaka replied softly.

"You're the Angel of Death, coming to get me…" he trailed off.

Anaka bent over to get a look at his face, it was dark and the lighting in the club didn't help.

"Stay away from me!" he yelled as he tried to shake her shoulder from him. Hitomi could see that things weren't developing well and approached Anaka from behind.

"I said stay back!" the man yelled deliriously shying away from Anaka and the approaching Hitomi. He reached into the pocket of his trenchcoat and pulled out a small handgun. With the last of his strength he held it out towards Anaka.

"You won't take me!" he screamed, "I won't die!"

Anaka fell backwards onto her elbows in surprise and fear. Hitomi gently bumped her legs into Anaka's back to let her know she was behind her. She blindly gripped Hitomi's leg with her left hand in fear. "ANGEL OF DEATH!!" the man screamed, the gun shaking from his unstable state. Hitomi looked down at Anaka, and could tell that fear had overcome her. Just looking at Anaka's body shaking from fear and her tight grip on Hitomi's leg was so tight, almost to the point to where it was painful. "Get behind me," Hitomi told her. Anaka scrambled to put some distance between herself and the delirious person. She hid behind Hitomi's legs like a scared child to its mother and poked her head out the side. The man looked up to Hitomi with a bewildered look.

"What are you doing!" he screamed, "don't you know she's the Angel of Death!?"

"No she isn't," Hitomi told him, "look closer."

"She's the ANGEL OF DEATH! Why are you protecting her?"

The man's expression changed from to surprise as if he had just learned some secret of the universe.

"I SEE!" he screamed, "You're with the Angel of Death!"

Anaka tugged on Hitomi's pants leg, "Uhhh…Hitomi, shouldn't you do something?" Hitomi kneeled on the floor and attempted to slowly coax her way toward the gun, as if petting a strange dog.

The man seemed to realize what was happening. He quickly pulled the gun away and aimed it towards Anaka, between Hitomi's legs. "DIE ANGEL OF DEATH!" Hitomi quickly pushed the gun aside when she realized he was going to shoot. As she pushed it away, it fired. The thump of the gasses rushing out of the barrel threw Hitomi back a little, but she stopped herself from falling over by putting her hands out behind her. Quickly regaining her balance she jerked the gun out of the man's hand. As he tried to reach for it Hitomi hit him on the side of his head with the bottom end of the handle. The man's limp body fell limp on the floor and Hitomi tossed the gun on top his body. She quickly glanced herself over and everything seemed to be in order. Hitomi looked behind her to check up on Anaka. However, Anaka was not fine. Anaka lay on her back on the floor, slowly moving, making low moaning sounds. "Anaka?" Hitomi asked frantically, "what's wrong?" Anaka moaned and moved her hands over her side. Hitomi scrambled to her aid, but her right collapsed and pinched in intense pain. She grabbed her leg and pulled herself over to Anaka. "Anaka? Are you alright?" Hitomi asked, her voice shaking from fear. Anaka clutched her side and started to cry. Hitomi looked at her, tears were rolling down Anaka's face. "Let me see," Hitomi said clasping Anaka's hands and slowly moving them aside. Anaka let out a squeal of pain and clenched her teeth together while the tears continued to flow down her face.

Hitomi looked at the spot where Anaka had held her hands and saw what she had been hiding. Anaka's clothing around her left side was ripped and stained red, around the size of a quarter and was quickly expanding. Hitomi realized she had been shot. Anaka's white shirt was quickly becoming red and Hitomi knew she had to do something quick. She grabbed the bottom of her blood soaked shirt and slowly peeled it back, enough to reveal the wound. She stared at the bullethole; the evidence that a ferocious projectile had forced its way into Anaka's body and was doing severe damage. It's wasn't hard to make the would even in the dark of the club. The blood around it was warm and shimmered in the light. It flowed out of the small circular hole in her side, some absorbed by her clothes the rest pooled on the floor. Anaka reached up and grabbed Hitomi's shoulder and Hitomi looked at her. Anaka's face was filled with fear, her mouth moving but no words came out.

"It_ it hurts," Anaka studdered and started to cry again. Hitomi took her hand and squeezed it.

"Anaka," she cried, "it's okay, help is coming."

"GET SOME HELP!" Hitomi screamed into the crowd, but no one moved.

"I have to do something," Hitomi said to herself. She quickly slipped off her shoe from the leg that wasn't in pain and pulled off her sock.

"Hold on Anaka," she told her.

Hitomi bunched up the sock and placed it on top of the bullet hole, holding it there with both hands. Anaka could feel something was going to happen. She reached up and grabbed Hitomi's upper arm that held the temporary bandage in place. "This is going to hurt," Hitomi told her. Anaka tightened her grip on Hitomi's arm making it hurt. "I have to put pressure on it to slow the bleeding." "I want to see," Anaka squeezed out and tried to raise her head to see the wound. "No," Hitomi told her, "lay down and brace yourself." Anaka put her head back down on the floor and squeezed Hitomi's arm. Hitomi took a deep breath and pushed down on the makeshift bandage.

The terrifying, painful scream that filled Hitomi's ears that came from Anaka was something she would never forget. Hitomi's arm pained as Anaka tighten her grip on her arm, digging her nails into it.

Time slowed to a crawl as she tried to doctor Anaka. Her constant cries and whines pained Hitomi even more than her right leg. The wound's bleeding didn't seem to slow down, much less show any signs of stopping. Anaka laid there on the floor, faced the ceiling with her eyes closed, her breathing irregular. Hitomi tried to get her attention by calling out her name. Anaka didn't respond. She resorted to yelling her name to get her attention. She slowly opened her eyes and turned her head to look at Hitomi. "Look at me," Hitomi told Anaka, "concentrate on me." The crowd had enclosed around them, but no one was brave enough to step forward and help the two who needed it most. Hitomi folded her left leg under her and easily pulled Anaka's body up to her to cradle her. As Hitomi lifted her, Anaka let out gasps and squeals of pain. She cradled Anaka in her arms like a mother. Anaka reached up and put her arm around Hitomi's neck tears flowing down her face. "It's alright," Hitomi reassured her, "help is coming." Hitomi looked at Anaka; Anaka's eyes kept wandering off. "It's ok," Anaka told her, "it doesn't hurt anymore."

Hitomi tried to cradle Anaka in her arms as best she could. When the paramedic arrived, he tried to pull her from Hitomi, but she wouldn't let go. The medic knelt next to Hitomi and felt Anaka's neck for a pulse. "Here," he said, "lay her down." She gently lowered Anaka onto the floor of the club amongst a pool of blood. The second paramedic came over to Hitomi. "Are you okay?" She thought about the question for a second and nodded her head.

"My leg hurts, but I'll be okay."

"Where?"

Hitomi grabbed her leg.

"Right around here."

The medic pulled a flashlight from his belt and turned it on. Illuminating Hitomi's leg with the giant Maglight, she saw a section of her pants shimmered with a red liquid. "This looks bad," the medic told her, "how'd you get this?" "I….I dunno," Hitomi chocked out, she was surprised herself. Upon further examination with the flashlight they discovered what happened. When the gunman shot, the bullet deflected off one of the metal buttons that studded the outside seam of her pantlegs, forcing the button into her leg. But Hitomi didn't want to worry about that now. Anaka was more important to her. She looked at Anaka as more EMS personnel pushed their way through the crowd. EMS personnel crowded Hitomi. They all began doing things, and Hitomi quickly paniced and tried to go to Anaka. She reached out to her, but it was too late.

"Hey shorty, wake up. C'mon shorty, we have stuff to do."

Hitomi snapped out of her dream state to and opened her eyes to see Lee standing over her. "Get up," he said, "there's lots to be done." Hitomi, startled by her rude awakening, jolted in surprise, lost her balance and fell off the couch. She rubbed her head and looked up at Lee. "Wha'd you do that for?" she whined. "Time to get up," he told her, "things need to be done."

"Like what?"

"The dishes."

"That's all?"

"Clothes."

"And?"

"Now you're asking too many questions, just get up and start working."

Hitomi picked herself up and with the blanket in her right hand trudged like a zombie into Lee's room, throwing the blanket on his bed. She continued her undead stumble into the bathroom where Hitomi commenced her instinctive hour long feminine grooming routine. Hitomi undressed herself and stepped into the shower. Not letting the water warm up she turned it on and the cold water rushed out of the showerhead and snapped her awake even thought it wasn't all that cold. Once awake, she put her head under it and let the stream of water hit the top of her head, flow around it, down her chin and off into the tub. Relaxing, she thought about her disturbing dream and of Anaka. Next month would make it one year since that night in the club. She had tried real hard to forget about that night, but not forget about Anaka.

Hitomi reached for the soap, and as she lathered herself, she noticed the dime-sized scar on her right thigh. Hitomi remembered how she had gotten that scar. When the drugged out gunman had shot at Anaka in the club the bullet grazed her pants, clipping one of the black buttons that studded the leg of her jeans. The button had been shoved into her leg by the bullet, but Hitomi ignored it when it happened because she was on an adrenaline rush. The paramedics discovered her wound but wanted to take her to the emergency room to have it removed. Hitomi wanted to go with Anaka, not to surgery. She opened the paramedics toolkit and pulled out a knife and a pair of surgical pliers. Before the paramedics could stop her, she cut off her right pant leg, secured the pliers to the embedded button, braced herself and pulled it out.

As she washed her hair, Hitomi thought of what had to be done when she got out of the shower. She had to go back to work later, or as much as she knew she was going back to work later. It might be dangerous to try and go back to work, but Hitomi was looking forward to a good one-on-one fight. Not since she had arrived from Japan had Hitomi had a good fight. As she finished rinsing off her body she threw back the shower curtain and stepped out. Her feet found and off-white bathroom floor mat and her wet body dripped water on it, from her nose, hair and fingertips. Looking around in the small steam filled bathroom she searched for a towel sized enough to wrap herself in. Her search unyielding, she cracked open the bathroom door and yelled to Lee.

"Lee? Where are the towels?"

"Under the sink," a reply came from Lee's living room.

Hitomi shut the door to begin another search, but in a more specific area; under the sink.

"I'll bring you a warm one," Lee said pulling a towel out of the dryer to bring to Hitomi, however, she didn't hear him because she had already shut the door and started her second search.

Hitomi being victorious in her towel hunt, pulled out a big soft red towel and surrounded herself with it. She unlocked the door and cautiously walked into Lee's room with the towel around her in search of some clothes to wear. Unknowing that Hitomi had already found a towel, Lee opened the door to his bedroom and casually stepped inside to find the bathroom door open emitting steam and a surprised Hitomi, wrapped in a red towel her body glistening with water, staring at him. Lee stopped his eyes fixed on her. Here this girl was again in his bedroom wrapped in a towel. He stood in awe at this sight. Lee was convinced she was an angel, with the light from his bedroom window shining through, shimmering off her skin; that is until she spoke. By this time Hitomi had snapped back to reality, her surprise turned to anger. Lee however was still in his heaven-struck phase. "Lee?" Hitomi called his name, but he did not react. "Lee, what are you doing?" she asked him, but when she still got no response Hitomi got a little angry. "LEE! Get the hell out!" Lee snapped back to life, "Erm, well…I….towel!" he sputtered shoving the towel out in front of him. Turning and slowly walking towards the door , Lee was pelted in the back of the head by Hitomi's size 6