*continued story* "I'll keep you safe, for her sake." Toshiro vowed. "And your father's too. He'd howl and rant at me if I let anything happen to you, you were always precious to him." The tears spilled over Shizume's cheeks. "I wish they were here now...both of them." she whispered. "Well, we'll protect you in their place!" Toshiro promised enthusiastically. "Come on, Kenji!" he called to Masato's older brother. "I'll show you how I make my home-made flame thrower!" Mazari's head popped out of the kitchen. "Not in the house you won't! Take it outside, please!" "Shizume," Mazari said as she twirled to her. "It would be safer if you were hidden someplace. If Kimiko should...decide to attack, we need to keep her from getting to you as much as possible. Go in the basement, and Masato, go with her. Mitsuki," Mazari told her only daughter, who stood in the kitchen with her, "you go there too." Shizume followed behind Masato and ahead of Mitsuki as they stepped down the stairs into the basement. "Keoshi...Malikai, Jurake, Hitoshi...everyone, be safe..." she pleaded in her thoughts. *ended*
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