Witches of Tokyo

The sun screaming though the window awoke Akemi from her soft slumber. She is confused at first, and then memories of the night before enter her mind as she clenches the end of the blanket that covers her tightly. Looking around the room, she takes in her surroundings.
It was a simple room, the walls bare except for the occasional poster of an Idol singer. She was resting on a simple bed; across the room was a dresser with several candles atop it.
As Akemi swung her legs over the side of the bed, she saw a duffle bag with a simple note reading “Clothes.” Realizing her pajamas had gotten dirty; she opened the bag and changed into her favorite orange shirt, and pulled on a pair of bib overalls, with a picture of a butterfly on it. Not sure what to do, she sits down on the bed again, and waits.
After fifteen minutes, with courage bolstered by hunger, Akemi slowly opens the door to the room. Peaking through the crack, she sees more of the plain looking apartment. As time passes she opens the door more and creeps out into the main room of the apartment. From there she makes her way to the kitchen, and noticed for the first time that the lady that kidnapped her was sleeping on the sofa.
That’s when the door into the apartment opened, and Akemi froze like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. The man who entered was tall and thin, and pale; yet his eyes where kind.
“So you’re awake. Please keep your voice down Kasumi need to sleep as long as she can,” he says in a calm voice, as he sets the bag of groceries on the small kitchen table. “My name is Kaji. Are you hungry?”
Akemi didn’t know what to make of the man Kaji, as he took out a dozen eggs and starts cooking them on the stove, and slides a few slices of bread into the toaster. The young girl walked up quietly and sits down at the kitchen table, glancing over her shoulder at the sleeper, and then glancing back at the man.
“I can barely cook for myself, so please don’t be too harsh a critic.” The man says as he takes out a knife and starts slicing onion and green pepper into the pan, fallowed shortly by some ham. “Would you like some cheese on your eggs? I think everything tastes better with cheese, personally.”
Akemi just looks up at him, then jump when the toaster pops up. Kaji chuckles softly, as he puts the toast on a small plate and sets it down in front of her, fallowing it shortly by strawberry jam.

He was nervous. After failing in such an important assignment, anything that Kyuske Sakashita had to say to him couldn’t be good. To make it worse, his rival was following him with a smug look on his face.
Brad Wellington had been hired to guard the boss’s young daughter, Akemi. With the assignment came favor and prestige, as long as she remained safe. Last night that had changed as Akemi was abducted from in front of him.
Glancing over his shoulder, he spied Sanjuro Murahama. The seedy little man was flanked by his gorilla-of-the-week, Sanjuro’s bodyguard changed so often Brad stopped trying to keep track of them, but they were all built like football linemen and had the brains of a football.
“Think on the bright side, Brad,” Sanjuro said with a sneer, “Oh wait, there is no bright side. Sorry.”
This was the last straw, the gunman spun around pinning the little man against the wall with his right forearm. In the same motion, he drew his magnum revolver with his left hand and pointed it at the giant, and stared him in the eyes.
“Let me remind you, your not bullet proof, Big Man,” Brad tells the bodyguard before turning his gaze on Sanjuro. “There are enough people that have had enough of your shit, and I’m one of them. Since I have nothing to loose, you’d better keep your mouth shut before I do them all a favor.”
With the threat having been voiced, the bodyguard charges Brad. The gunman drops his aim, and fires a round into the giant’s knee, dropping the man where he stood. Sanjuro was shocked, when Brad brought the gun around and slid the barrel into his open mouth.
“Enough of this,” a commanding new voice entered the mix. Both men recognized Kyuske Sakashita. Summoned by the gunshot, he wasn’t going to let his subordinates kill each other. He looks at the smaller of the two, “Sanjuro, I want all of your hired thugs removed from my home. If they can’t so much as raise an alarm, then they aren’t worth keeping in my employ. Your dismissed, and don’t forget to take that brute with you.”
After motioning for Brad to take a seat, Kyuske used a remote control to activate a monitor. The younger man watched eyes wide as he was force to watch the moment of his failure again. The silent presence of his employer only made the moment worse. When it finally ended, the older man started grading his performance as if Brad was one of his students.
“You did well, both of you are evenly matched, however her special abilities gave her the edge. However, had you known about that before hand I’m sure you could have braced yourself.” After taking a seat on the edge of the desk, Kyuske continued. “After seeing this, I’m even more confident that you’re the right man to protect my daughter.”
Taken aback by this unexpected compliment, Brad was unable to say anything before his boss continued. Kyuske pushed another button, and the screen zoomed in on the face of the intruder.
“Her name is Kasumi Sakashita; she is a talented witch and my eldest daughter. She’s grown to be quite lovely, don’t you agree?” Kyuske punctuated this statement by turning off the television. Bolstering his courage, Brad finally spoke.
“Yes, sir, lovely, but I wonder. Why are you telling me this?”

Thoughts of warm contentment washed over Akemi as she was enjoying the breakfast made for her by the odd man. She closed her eyes and relaxed enjoying the sensation of still being in bed, and then she snapped them open as it dawned on her. The sleeping lady was waking up.
Kaji was caught my surprise at the little girls skittish behavior. But when he glanced over at the sofa and saw Kasumi start to stir.
“Little one, why don’t you go back to the bedroom now, you can take the rest of your food with if you want too. I need to take to Kasumi.” He says with a smile laying a comforting hand on the girls shoulder.
Hopping onto the floor then taking hold of her plate, it took a total of twenty seconds for Akemi to clear the room. It became apparent to Kaji that she was used to being asked to leave the room so adults could talk.
Walking over to the pot of coffee on the stove, he poured two cups. Kaji purposely makes more noise in the kitchen the before setting one cup on the end table beside the sofa, and sitting in the chair across from it.
When Kasumi’s eyes open enough see him, she groans and pulls the pillow over her head.
“Don’t give me that. You’re the one who showed up at my place; bruised, battered, and drained. What did you do? And who is the little girl? Not to mention the fact that you’re the one that wanted to break up with me.”
“Sorry,” is all Kasumi said before sitting up, revealing the fact that she’d taken her pants off. Then reached up to take the cup of coffee she knew would be there. “Can we do this latter?”
“No.”