Chapter 6
“Girl!” Obaba shouts from the kitchen, her voice echoing across the house in a sharp yell. “There’s a man here to see you!”
Sakura snarls, dragging clumsy, bitten fingernails through her ratty, greasy hair.
She looks and smells like something dead, she knows.
“What does he want?” She shouts back.
“I am not your messenger, girl! Come and see for yourself!” Obaba reprimands.
Her footsteps are heavy and thrumming with anger as she stomps towards the kitchen, a fierce glare and vicious words on her lips.
Dark eyes, black hair, darker skin.
The man scowls at her. “You must be…the kaijin.”
Sakura wants nothing more than to rake her bitten, jagged nails down his face but she stops herself at a look from Obaba.
The older woman hates blood on her kitchen floor.