Earthquake

Tuesday, July 5, 2011.

A little after eight in the morning.

Sasuke had, unusually, slept in today.

Though with the way he was living now, sleeping in seemed fairly normal.

Still, it wasn't good to delay opening the shop and selling fish.

With that in mind, Sasuke sat up.

There were exceptionally brisk footsteps coming from the living room. They belonged to Illya—Sasuke could tell.

He pulled on a pair of black casual pants, randomly found a gray short-sleeved T-shirt in the wardrobe, put it on, then opened the door and walked out.

Illya had just finished preparing the last breakfast dish and was walking out of the kitchen...