Justice is Blind

"No, I haven't really... thought of drinking or anything. Just never really crossed my mind, I guess," she mused, staring at the liquid. It smelled funny. She was doubtful she would even like it. What then? 

Bringing her glass to Junko's so that they clinked, Sayaka stared at it a little while longer before finally taking a sip. She made a face. "This is.. gross." Now she couldn't fathom how people drank beer like this all the time. "Does wine and other stuff taste like this too? It's so.. bitter..."

She pulls out the drinks. The bottles weren’t very big. One dark brow, that didn’t had any brand; the other was transparent, showing the soft pink liquid inside; with a intricate foreign design on the etiquete. “These are sorta… very different from each other. But I just couldn’t chose, y’know!” She laughed. Then she sat down and pointed the first one. “I have a friend from college, who makes this great artesanal beer, so I figured, why not? It’s a classic to start with.” She nods at the other one. “And this is ice wine. They make it by letting the grapes freeze on the vine, and then harvesting and processing it all at below-freezing temperatures. It’s more concentrated, intense and sweet.”

Nodding, she opened the cupboard and pulled out two glasses and filled them with a bit of ice as Junko requested. Setting them down on the table, Sayaka listened as the woman described what the drinks were. She had almost no experience with this stuff, so she really didn't care which she was going to try first. With a shrug, Sayaka pointed at the artesanal beer. 

"Ta kill ya. I came here to fuckin’ kill ya. Why else would I be here?” Kyouko stated bluntly, growling as she banged on the window yet again, almost hard enough to send a crack through the pane. 

Sayaka wasn't going to go out there. But if she didn't, Kyouko would surely burn the apartment down. Would she really do that? Sayaka didn't want to know the answer. Fumbling with the lock on the door, Sayaka opened it and motioned for Katsu to follow her into the kitchen. Here she opened the drawers and pulled out her biggest sharpest knife. This was the only defense she had. Against a vampire, it wasn't much at all. 

"You are terribly fond of dissapearing and hidding, aren’t you?" She chidded in a light tone, but her eyes were serious and stern. "That’s not gonna do anymore." She stepped closer, to look at Sayaka eye to eye. "You have people on your life, Sayaka. We’re gonna be around, whether you want to or not, because we care about you.” She sighed and her smile became softer, warmer. “You just need to get used to it again.”

She stared at the paper bag for a moment, wondering what a child and his father could possibly make for her besides a card. She wasn't all that close with them, but she appreciated the thought. At thesound of the glass clinking, Sayaka blinked. She wasn't surprised, it being Junko, but she never thought of drinking alcohol herself. There was a first for everything.

"Yeah, that sounds fine," she nodded, stepping aside to let Junko in. Katsu gave a few barks before running up to sniff at the woman's legs. "Easy, Katsu, it's just Junko." The barking stopped and he lingered, wondering if he'd get a pat on the head for his investigation efforts.

"I uh... kinda got a dog a little while ago... He's friendly, don't worry."

It was late. 

The sun was going down and the moon was starting to appear, and Junko Kaname cursed- not for the first time- her very busy schedule, for not letting her do this earlier. This was an important day, and she wanted to make the most of it. 

Quickly, the woman walked though the empty halls of the apartament complex, still in her office outfit, a small clicking sound coming from a medium sized market paper bag on her hand.

This place was where Sayaka had been living all these years. She still had a hard time believing it, sometimes. All this time, the girl had been here, alive and well. At least… as well as she could be, living on her own, young and alone and haunted by a heavy guilt. Junko sighed softly, the thought of it still bothered and worried her, but there wasn’t a lot she could do about the past. Sayaka was back, that was the important thing now. The best she could do was to make sure she never feels like that again. To be there for her.

Junko grinned as she reached the door with the number the landlady had given her. There was a light visible through the front window. Sayaka was home. She hid the paper bag behing her back and knocked, firmly, three times, and waited.

The door knocked. That was the last thing she wanted. Her head flopped into her book as she groaned. Couldn't she be alone for one day? This one in particular? Her head turned to Katsu, who watched her expectantly. His eyes told her she should open it. Another grunt. A light prod from a wet nose to her shoulder. Finally, Sayaka got out of bed and made her way to the door.

She had no idea who to expect, but when she looked through the peep hole, Junko was the last person she thought she'd see here at her apartment. How did she even find it? Shaking her head, Sayaka slowly unlocked and opened the door.

     A little off. Right. Maybe it was better to drop the subject while she still could. At least then there was hopes of moving past it and getting rid of the awkwardness that had settled over the both of them. Last thing Haruki wanted was for a perfectly normal evening to be ruined over something stupid.

"Drink this and uh.. just.. relax okay? Don't think too much or anything like that." She debated on turning on the tv, but she remembered what some of the web pages said about it. Well a little bit should be fine. She wasn't a fan of awkward silence, so she turned it on and settled for keeping the volume low. "Do you... need anything else? I can get more pillows or blankets for you."

     If flags weren’t already raised, the way Sayaka is looking at her certainly does a good job of it. Something was… off. Maybe not wrong, maybe not even bad, but definitely different from normal, that much was for sure. 

Sayaka flinched at getting caught staring and pulled her knees against her body to hide her face. She felt like she was losing control . Of what exactly she didn't know, but she definitely didn't like it. She made a small attempt at clearing her throat before trying to speak again.

Kyouko took a quiet seat on the couch, unable to spare too much attention to the soon silent dog. Instead she looked at Sayaka, taking the glass of water hesitantly. She didn’t know much about head injury herself, though she was fairly sure she needed more than just some glass of water. Would this just go away if she left it alone? 

Within a few minutes, she had a few web pages opened about how to go about treating concussions. "Mm... basically most of these say lots of rest and to avoid activities that require thinking too much. Do you.. have headaches? I can get you some pills to help with that," she suggested, looking back over at Kyouko.