Square ONE

     “How has she been?” Agent Yamanaka asked as she walked up beside me with her hands firmly wrapped around a cup of coffee; its steam lifting from the top as ripples swayed on the surface from her trembling hands.

“You cold?”

     She lightly brushed her hair from her face as she rested her back against the wall. “Still a little shaken up, I guess.

     We looked forward in silence, watching through the glass as Uzume laid quietly gazing up at the ceiling in her holding cell.

     “You know, it’s common courtesy to offer to get your superior a cup as well.” I chided. The two of us existing like dots in a vast empty space. Both feeling insignificant, but at the same time the only substance around.

     Neither of us looked at one another as we stood quietly in the same position. Agent Yamanaka took another sip of her coffee and wrapped her fingers around its surface even tighter.

“Did the chief get back to you?”

     Before I could answer, I felt the urge to get off my feet. I walked my way over to a chair placed to the side of the holding cell entrance. We figured Uzume wasn’t going to be much of a hassle to keep in one place since she came here by herself to begin with. Her only potential crime at this point being a lack of identification. But with no proof of her being a resident within the jurisdiction of those laws, we may not even have the authority to reprimand her for it.

     I dropped into the chair and let the tension from my body dissipate. “Hold her until we hear word from the Administration. That’s what she said.”

     Agent Yamanaka stepped up closer to the window with her eyes steady fixated onto Uzume. The glass was a two-way mirror and so Uzume couldn’t see or hear us from inside.

Taking another sip of her coffee, she pressed, “And she didn’t react to the report about what we saw?”

“No, not really. At least not like I thought she would.”

“She couldn’t see it could she? The sample, when you gave her the sample, she couldn’t see the color.”

     I found myself trapped for a moment as the tension within me began rising back to the surface. “No but…” I shifted my weight over so that I could lean in a bit closer towards Agent Yamanaka, “neither could I.”

     Agent Yamanaka glared over at me when she heard those words. She then looked down at her cup as she slowly tilted it from side to side.

“No color in her eyes?” I softly asked her. She then hesitantly shook her head, “No…”

     She turned to face me, her body looking closed off as she held her arms tight to her torso.

“I’m starting to wonder if whether or not we even saw it in the first place.”

I couldn’t find myself able to follow through with a rebuttal, so I just sat there pondering endlessly.