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New York and a small apartment in Tokyo. After that, neither of us ever looked back or even tried to do anything physically.
    “Did you have to knee him?” Zo shrieked, bringing me back to the present.
    “I should have never left you alone!” He stomped back and forth, back and forth, leaving prints of his long, bare feet in the carpet. “He's going to kill us.”
    “It's going to be okay.”
    “Never. We'll be dead by dawn.”
    “Or fine and alive.”
    “No way.”
    “Yes, way.”
    He raised his hands in the air. “You kneed the Dragon!”
    “Really? The Dragon? Stop saying that.”
    “The odds of us surviving are not in our favor.”
    “We're full of luck, man. Nothing's going to happen.”
    Zo’s entire place was one-fourth the size of my apartment back home in Brooklyn and consisted of a kitchenette, micro-hotel-sized bathroom, living room that held no space when the futon was spread out, and a bedroom that most westerners would call a walk-in closet. White tea candles illuminated the area and spread a soothing fragrance throughout each room. Everything was divided by sliding doors and decorated in cream-colored carpet, vanilla walls, ivory fixtures, and milky toned furniture that cost more than a month’s worth of my royalties. Zo’s bright place resembled a white hole with the ability to suction away any color entering the area.
    That being said, I loved his apartment more than mine.
    The only thing that I didn’t like about his spot was that he paid three thousand dollars a month due to its location. It was set in Omotesandō, the fashion district of Tokyo. All the top designers, modeling agencies, and foreign brands had offices there. Being that Zo made his living as a fashion critic and freelance stylist for the rich, location won out over size.
    Zo raised his fists in the air and shook them. “You kneed the bloody Dragon! I had no idea it was really him until I got a good look at that face. I mean, who can forget a face like that? It’s like the devil himself chiseled it.”
    “This sake is amazing, by the way.” I took another sip and crossed my legs. “Is this lychee?”
    Zo glared at me. “You know damn well it’s lychee. You were with me when I bought the wine yesterday. You tasted it last night. You had a sip before we went out this evening. You know it’s lychee! We’re going to die and you’re talking about fruit-flavored sake.”
    “You have to relax.”
    “You kneed the Dragon in his groin!”
    I hit my forehead. “Please stop calling him that.”
    “Why? Everyone else in Japan calls him that!”
    “I’m sure other people are referred to as the Dragon besides Kenji Soto. I mean, I see images of dragons all over the place, on book covers, in movies, shirts, and jackets. Surely someone else uses this name.”
    Zo paused and stared at me with an open mouth. “Yes, but he is the Dragon. Google him.”
    “No.”
    “Are you afraid to see the news reports of unsolved murders? Gang activity? His name being brought up as they report shootings and knifings all over the red-light district?” Zo’s pacing increased as he grabbed his hair on the sides of his head. “I recognized him from TV. He’s always on there. If not for crime stuff then he’s walking around with actresses and attending big fashion events. I had no idea he owned Castle in the Sky.”
    “We’ll be fine.”
    “Google him!”
    “Nope.” I gulped down the rest of the sake in my glass. “That would probably ruin this awesome wine. Lychee, right?”
    “You kneed him like he was an average guy, like he was some nobody named Jerry from Topeka, South Carolina. And then you run off as if he’s Billy Bob from Alabama, like you may never see him again—”
    “I don’t know any of those people”—I leaned back on the futon—“but I bet Jerry or Billy Bob wouldn’t have groped my face with his mouth upon meeting me. Most southern guys have manners.”
    Zo wiped the sweat off of his forehead. “You told him