Shamal watched the strange boy as he stood by Hayato, obviously worried. He let out a sigh and shook his head. He wasn't even getting paid for this.

"He's gonna be fine. This isn't the first time I've been hauled in because he got shot in the gut, or beaten up, or stabbed, or blown up, or some combination of any of those for that matter. He's been through a lot worse, but he's too stubborn to die."

There. Comforting. Bianchi was going to owe him big time for this. He doesn't even know who this kid is... and heck, he's in a yakuza's room. That's going to kill his rep if anyone finds out.

Hayato stirred slightly in his sleep, not much, but it looked like he would wake up soon.