[Fuji had been awake for at least an hour now. He stared out over the tennis courts, his knees curled to his chest. He never was one to be left ill at ease, but this time was different. He never wanted it to happen again. Not to him, not to anyone. It had frightened him and the memory was fresh as Taka-san's sushi.
He gazed at his arms and legs -
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