A/N: well. Toutetsu is back with a new fanfic! Haha. I'm just wondering, should this be RaiFuu or Tofuu? Hope this fic is up to today's expectations. I've been absent from the scenes for wayyyyy too long. Hehes. ^^ Please R/R minna! Though, I must say, flames will be fought with*drums* my own flames. .; Constructive criticisms will be good!

Disclaimer: FOR does not belong to me. And its characters too. And it never will. –pouts and sighs-

-Pole Dancer-

Her pale pink lips quivered.

"Whap!" the whip cracked harshly beside her ear.

"Get back to work, you stupid girl!" the slave-master shouted gruffly. The whip hung loosely from his thick, hairy hand, and his ugly face bore a menacing scowl.

Shivering slightly, she mustered up all the courage she had, and shook her head, ruffling the messy tousled pink hair upon her tiny head.

"I… I won't," her voice trembling, she looked at the slave-master in the eye.

"What did you say, you little brat?" His evil, evil eyes gleamed a bright green, threatening.

The frail ten-year old shuddered. She recalled the whole two years of suffering she endured, working for this man of cruelty. He was the only one who would buy her from the orphan-seller, and the man—no, monster—forced her to toil in the hot sun, helping in the construction of a rich man's house. At other times, she cleaned up the slave-master's house with other kids like her, orphans. All she got in return were leftover food and tattered clothes. Why? Why had her mother abandoned her so uncaringly to the orphan-seller?

Anger entered her young heart suddenly and she erupted, "I… I don't want to work here! You're a bad guy, like daddy! Mummy said all men are bad, and it is true! He gave up mummy, and then mummy gave me up! I want to go back to mummy!" Hot tears entered her eyes, but she was stubborn, and she refused to let them fall.

The master's eyes narrowed into slits and his voice dropped to a threatening whisper.

"So you want your mummy, do you?" Raising his thick, thick hand, he brought it down hard onto the little girl's face.

Slap. A stinging sensation blew across her left cheek. But she did not give in, and looked at the master once more.

He glared again. "I'll bring you to your mummy then." His voice was filled with sarcasm, and roughly, he dragged her off.

It was less than a minute's walk before they reached a small, run-down bar in a small alley.

Pushing open the door, the master shoved the girl in and pointed towards a scantily dressed lady, pole-dancing atop a table for a group of men.

"You want your mummy? Well, that's her." He sneered slightly.

She did not believe him. How could she, anyway? That's not her mummy. Her mummy would never do something that shameless. Her mummy had taught her! It was wrong for a girl to bare herself that way.

A loud hoot suddenly disturbed the little girl's thoughts. She looked back at the lady, only to see one of the men jeering at the lady.

"Hey, pole-dancer!" he shouted. "How 'bout you me go a comfy place for tonight?"

Grinning perversely, he pinched her bottom.

"Get lost!" the lady snarled, and all of a sudden, the little girl felt a sense of familiarity hit her like a brick in the face.

-flashback-

"Ouch!" Her soft cry echoed in the silent halls.

Her father's hand gripped her arms tighter than before.

"It hurts, Daddy…" She sobbed.

His rough hands trailed over her naked shoulders, and she shivered.

"Please, stop it Daddy…" She cried once more. But her father never heard her.

Her tears moistened her lips; she was oh-so-scared. What was her father doing?

His fingers worked quickly and they stripped off the buttons from the back of her petite pink top.

She stood half-naked in front of her father and he started to pull off her pants, his lustful hands never leaving her soft skin. She wanted to scream, could she? No, Father would hurt her.

Quietly, her tears fell down her cheeks, never stopping as her father struggled slightly with her denim jeans. How it hurt; the rough, perverted hands going over and over her body; oh, it hurt so much!

The door of the dark bedroom slammed straight open.

"What the bloody…?" The lady at the door all but spat out.

Rushing towards the wrongful man, she slapped him tight and grabbed the crying girl, saying soft soothing words, before she cast one last glare at the sinful, dirty man.

"Get lost!" the lady snarled.

-end flashback-

That voice, no, it could not be, it was her mummy's'! The lady gritted her teeth and twirled around the pole, and the girl recognized her immediately.

"Mummy…!?" She burst out.

The lady whipped round, her soft pink hair swirling behind her, and a loud gasp escaped her throat.

"My Fuuko!" she ran off the table as quickly as she possibly could in her translucent miniskirt and bikini top.

"Oka-san?" Fuuko whispered.

"Oh God, my darling!" Shining tears entered the lady's eyes. "I thought I'd never see you again!"

Mixed emotions swirled in the young girl's head. Confusion and happiness shone in her eyes as she asked, "Mummy… what are you doing? Why did you leave me?"

"Oh my Fuuko…" the tears trickled down her porcelain cheeks. "It was hard, Fuuko. Did you really want to live a life of pain and suffering with me, always? No, I couldn't let you suffer with me. It was so hard for me to let you go Fuuko. That orphan-seller was willing to buy you, and to me it was like killing two birds with a stone. I could get some money, and you could lead a hopefully, better life."

Fuuko turned her head. "Why, Oka, why did you have to abandon me?" The tightly sealed tears threatened to fall again, but Fuuko was strong. She would hold them back.

"Look at me, my darling. Look at this filthy place. This is the only place where I could get some work. Earn some money. It's against all my morals, but did I have a choice? No, no I didn't. Not since that heartless, perverted father of yours tried to… did what he did. I couldn't continue living with him. What if he tried to do that again? I couldn't risk it. No. No, I couldn't. And I couldn't let you watch me do this filth job. So I had to give you up. I love you, my Fuuko, and I only wanted the best for you." She sputtered. She drew Fuuko close in a tight embrace.

Shaking, Fuuko hugged her back with the little strength she had. "Mummy… don't abandon me again… please…" A single tear dripped down her pale cheek.

Snapping back in alarm, her mother took a thorough glance at her. "You-You've been suffering." She said redundantly. She finally noticed the harsh, ill-mannered man behind Fuuko.

"You." She started. "What have you done to my daughter?"

Leering slightly, the man answered, "Look, missy. You sold her, I bought her. Fair deal. Now, come back here, you ignorant brat."

Fear seized control of the little girl's heart. She crept behind her mother and whispered, "I don't want to go back, Oka. Please…"

A whirl of emotions overcame her mother. "How much? I want her back. How much?"

The slave-master sneered again. "You won't be able to afford it. At least 350000yen. Now, come back here girl."

Fuuko's mother gasped. "350000? That's, that's daylight robbery."

Shrugging, he replied, "Take it or leave it. Get back here you twerp!"

"I. I can't afford it."

Fuuko shook her head and tried to hide behind her mother again.

The bartender shouted, "Kirisawa! Get back here now! Your services are required. Or you'll be living in the streets!" He snickered.

The mother and daughter pair stood awkwardly in the middle of the bar, both refusing to budge.

Suddenly, a fit of rage took over the bar as the angry customers started their railing and both the bartender and the slave-master tried to grab their 'workers'. Fuuko and Ms.Kirisawa seized each other and pulled themselves away from the grabbing, greedy arms, but all was to no avail.

Finally the two were wrenched apart. Squealing in distress, the mother knew she had no choice. She had to give Fuuko up. Sobs jerked heavily from her chest, as she watched her daughter being dragged away, further than ever from her. "FUUKO! My baby…" her white hand stretched out, as though she could grab her.

And Fuuko cried, fought, and screamed against the monster as she was pulled away. Biting, scratching, her arms waved in the air as she hit the monster time and time again.

Grunting and bracing himself as each punch directed themselves at his body, the monster used every inch of his muscles to drag the girl away. Crowds of people stared wildly and pointed at the weird pair. Taking a blind turn on the streets to try and knock the girl out, he crashed straight into a well-dressed gentleman.

"What the hell is going on here?!"

-end-

A/N: so.. how was it? R/R minna! At least 5 reviews for the next chapter, pleeeaaaassee?? Oh.. and my question again, RaiFuu or Tofuu?