Planning

Tadashi looks down at Yumei, the sun beams shining down on her, making her look like an angel. She looked heavenly. She had these strange marks on her face and hands that shone like the sun. He looks into her eyes and sees- he wakes up. He opens his eyes but doesn't move. 

He looks around and sees the bright sun from before had gone down, making the sky a bright orange. He doesn't move his head but he looks to his side and sees Yumei sitting against the wall, nodding off. He suddenly sits up. 

"How long was I out for?" he asked, his voice rough - most likely from the coughing before. 

"A couple hours or so-"

"So, too long," Tadashi interrupted already pushing himself to his feet with surprising ease, given his recent ordeal. 

He inspected the bandages around his chest. It looked like a child had done it but hey... It did it's job. He doesn't feel any pain. It was odd really. He realized that all his scars are showing.

"Did you do this?" he asked as he touched the bandage. 

Yumei blinked, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face. 

"Seriously? You were the one guiding me how to—" she blabbed on about how he told her what to do and so on. 

But Tadashi's thoughts were elsewhere.

'There is something big going on. The General coming all the way to this small town was odd enough.' he thought in his head and puts a hand on his chin. (He was completely ignoring Yumei right now.) 

'But what's even more weird, is that he's looking for Yumei. She's literally the definition of a "nobody." What a pain this day turned out to be...' He continues in his head as he looks at her slightly annoyed. 

Without another word, Tadashi strode towards a dusty cupboard, rummaging through its contents. Yumei stops talking and watched. He emerged with a set of clothes – a rumpled, ill-fitting suit, the kind worn by someone who is on the verge of living in the streets - someone with a serious drinking problem. 

Yumei stopped mid-sentence, her earlier annoyance replaced by confusion. 

"Wait, what are you doing?" Yumei stands up, her leg injury not effecting her at all. 

Tadashi looks at her for a second, not expecting her to just stand, then continues what he's doing. 

"What kind of clothes are that? Are you going out?" She asks. 

"Yep," Tadashi replied, as if that explanation sufficed.

"You look like you're trying to look thirty," Yumei observed bluntly.

"That's the idea sweetheart," Tadashi said quickly, already opening a small, worn chest. 

Inside, nestled amongst various odds and ends, were several vials filled with murky liquids. He grabbed a syringe and inserted the liquid inside it. 

He flicked the syringe and squirted some out then he walked towards her and grabbed her arm and injected the fluid with a swift and practiced movement.

To be Continued...