(More explosions; Shishio's men scatter for cover.)Yahiko: Dammit! (thinking) What with this blind spot above, I'm completely exposed. I can't strike ...pwards. But if I could--that bat-bastard. He doesn't think I could hit him even once, so if I could get in just one good hit... Kenshin could jump higher than those explosions. I'm pretty light, but I can't do that. If I had wings like him--no, not wings, but something I could use instead!(A huge explosion knocks him back towards the. While I was exiting the parking lot, a boy came running out of the restaurant. He gave me a business card and went back inside. The card was for a local car dealer. On the back was a number. I drove home, changed clothes and brewed tea before calling it.The short version was that I passed the audition, not that this made things easier. The next day was a constant reminder that I am easy to spot. Everywhere I went, I was followed. Where I passed, heads turned and conversations stopped. It was. “Pleased to be welcome to our little Museum of Torture,” he said.At once Tracey’s heart froze in fear at the title of the place. Her nervousness got even worse when she saw him staring straight at her and smiling.“So hola, ladies and gentlemen. This is the Museum of the Inquisition, I am sure that many of you have heard of the countless cruelties committed during that dark period in our history. And why you may ask do we have a museum dedicated to such atrocities? Because we do not wish people. . your mother. Something went wrong. She's dead."*****To those in attendance I could only declare myself a "close friend", although many, including my own father, commented on how much I eerily reminded them of her. Throughout the afternoon, I was watched carefully through the corner of eyes. Suspicions and rumors of my mother's "love child" would last long after talk of the estranged son, her only child Dennis, failing to show up for the funeral, faded. I didn't care what any of them thought..