I re-edited the chapter...I'm going to be doing that with all the chapters.
If you know the series well, you can figure out which character I'm writing about before her name is mentioned.
The first chapter may not carry the same theme as the series, but it will grow into it.
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The sun was tucking itself under the sky as the moon brought out creatures of the night.The street lights of Tokyo began their dreary dance as crowds of people rushed home for a warm dinner. A young woman walked slowly down the busy sidewalks in a daze. It always seemed as though everyone was heading in the opposite direction as she. It had never irritated her until tonight as the crowd bumped, elbowed and walked into her.
The night felt icy as the air wisped through her light jacket. The clothes she wore, thin and dainty, didn't provide much warmth either. Wrapping her arms in front of her, she reminded herself how much she hated nights like these. Nights when she had to make the five black walk across unfriendly neighborhoods just to work.
Turning down a dark alley, she headed to the back door of Joe's Pussycat Club. The hot pink letters hummed with electricity as she walked by. Her knee high boots with the six inch heel sent echos down the alley way as they splashed in the murky puddles of water.
The security guard, a bald headed large Japanese man, steeped aside from the rusted door as the woman approached. He opened the door, making the corroded hinges screech. "Have a nice night, Mika." He said in a gruff voice that almost seemed friendly.
Mika smiled half-heartedly as she stepped up to the steel door frame. "Thank you, Shiro." She tried to sound cheerful, but couldn't truly feel that way. Mika was walking into a nightclub filled with sick fantasies and strange men. The other girls there enjoyed the work more than Mika could ever imagine, but she had never scorned upon or smiled at what she did.
As she took her first steps into the poor light dressing room, the scent of illegal drugs blurred her version as the tingling smell of alcohol licked her nose. The smoke began embedding its stench into Mika's jacket and clothes, dragging her into an ideal play mate.
A quick memory of the strange dream she had the other night flashed in her head. The voice of a young girl telling her to change rang in her ears. Mika shook the image and sounds from her mind. "It was just a stupid dream..."
As Mika dressed herself in the black leather costume, she realized how disgusting her life had become. The piercing red lipstick, the shimmering body glitter and the long brown hair with highlights of silver and blue which all covered up the human beneath. Who was that girl in the mirror? The one with heavy make-up that hid the bags under her once lively eyes. The one with bruises on her neck and arms from abusive costumers. The one who is known as Mika Iwakura...
"11 o'clock girl! Lets make some money tonight." The owner, Mr. Key, called as he walked into the room. His hair was slicked back with gel and his face resembled a sleazy weasel. He wore cheap jewelry that looked like gold with small diamonds, but it was just cut glass and golden paint. "Come along my feisty kittens. Go play with the alley cats."
As he rounded up the girls, he smacked Mika's black leathered butt with the palm of his hand. For the first time in her life, that gesture made Mika want to fall to her knees and cry. The muscles in her jaw tightened as she forced herself to keep the tears inside.
Everyone filed out of the room dressed in their skimpy outfits and twisted costumes. Mika's hand pressed against the coolness of the wall as she stopped in front of the curtain to watch the beautiful women seduce the lustful men. The sight disgusted her as drunks put their lips on the tantalizing bodies. The women gave them drugs, so the men would be more 'charitable'. The feisty kittens also took drugs themselves in order to distort the face of their costumer.
As one of the girls lifted their face from slipping a pill into a man's mouth, Mika began to tremble. It was her...Mika Iwakura.
'No, that's not me. I don't want to do these things.' Mika turned her horrified eyes away from the shameful scene. Was this the path she had chosen to walk down? Had she become that disgraceful human poisoning herself by the venom of others?
Mika began taking off the leather outfit to put back on her own clothes. "And where do you tink you're going?" She froze as the words slithered through Mr. Key's teeth. This man frightened Mika. He was violent and didn't like it when his precious kittens wanted to leave. Three former employees had been sent downtown to the hospital under critical conditions. But...she couldn't go on with life in this way any longer. It was time for her to change.
"I'm going home, Mr. Key." Mika replied in a quiet voice while looking down at her fake painted fingernails. Her hands went into a cold sweat as her eyebrow furrowed. 'Please don't let him hurt me.' She silently prayed in her mind. Deep down, Mika knew that her prayer would fall on deaf ears...
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If you know the series well, you can figure out which character I'm writing about before her name is mentioned.
The first chapter may not carry the same theme as the series, but it will grow into it.
.........................................................................
The sun was tucking itself under the sky as the moon brought out creatures of the night.The street lights of Tokyo began their dreary dance as crowds of people rushed home for a warm dinner. A young woman walked slowly down the busy sidewalks in a daze. It always seemed as though everyone was heading in the opposite direction as she. It had never irritated her until tonight as the crowd bumped, elbowed and walked into her.
The night felt icy as the air wisped through her light jacket. The clothes she wore, thin and dainty, didn't provide much warmth either. Wrapping her arms in front of her, she reminded herself how much she hated nights like these. Nights when she had to make the five black walk across unfriendly neighborhoods just to work.
Turning down a dark alley, she headed to the back door of Joe's Pussycat Club. The hot pink letters hummed with electricity as she walked by. Her knee high boots with the six inch heel sent echos down the alley way as they splashed in the murky puddles of water.
The security guard, a bald headed large Japanese man, steeped aside from the rusted door as the woman approached. He opened the door, making the corroded hinges screech. "Have a nice night, Mika." He said in a gruff voice that almost seemed friendly.
Mika smiled half-heartedly as she stepped up to the steel door frame. "Thank you, Shiro." She tried to sound cheerful, but couldn't truly feel that way. Mika was walking into a nightclub filled with sick fantasies and strange men. The other girls there enjoyed the work more than Mika could ever imagine, but she had never scorned upon or smiled at what she did.
As she took her first steps into the poor light dressing room, the scent of illegal drugs blurred her version as the tingling smell of alcohol licked her nose. The smoke began embedding its stench into Mika's jacket and clothes, dragging her into an ideal play mate.
A quick memory of the strange dream she had the other night flashed in her head. The voice of a young girl telling her to change rang in her ears. Mika shook the image and sounds from her mind. "It was just a stupid dream..."
As Mika dressed herself in the black leather costume, she realized how disgusting her life had become. The piercing red lipstick, the shimmering body glitter and the long brown hair with highlights of silver and blue which all covered up the human beneath. Who was that girl in the mirror? The one with heavy make-up that hid the bags under her once lively eyes. The one with bruises on her neck and arms from abusive costumers. The one who is known as Mika Iwakura...
"11 o'clock girl! Lets make some money tonight." The owner, Mr. Key, called as he walked into the room. His hair was slicked back with gel and his face resembled a sleazy weasel. He wore cheap jewelry that looked like gold with small diamonds, but it was just cut glass and golden paint. "Come along my feisty kittens. Go play with the alley cats."
As he rounded up the girls, he smacked Mika's black leathered butt with the palm of his hand. For the first time in her life, that gesture made Mika want to fall to her knees and cry. The muscles in her jaw tightened as she forced herself to keep the tears inside.
Everyone filed out of the room dressed in their skimpy outfits and twisted costumes. Mika's hand pressed against the coolness of the wall as she stopped in front of the curtain to watch the beautiful women seduce the lustful men. The sight disgusted her as drunks put their lips on the tantalizing bodies. The women gave them drugs, so the men would be more 'charitable'. The feisty kittens also took drugs themselves in order to distort the face of their costumer.
As one of the girls lifted their face from slipping a pill into a man's mouth, Mika began to tremble. It was her...Mika Iwakura.
'No, that's not me. I don't want to do these things.' Mika turned her horrified eyes away from the shameful scene. Was this the path she had chosen to walk down? Had she become that disgraceful human poisoning herself by the venom of others?
Mika began taking off the leather outfit to put back on her own clothes. "And where do you tink you're going?" She froze as the words slithered through Mr. Key's teeth. This man frightened Mika. He was violent and didn't like it when his precious kittens wanted to leave. Three former employees had been sent downtown to the hospital under critical conditions. But...she couldn't go on with life in this way any longer. It was time for her to change.
"I'm going home, Mr. Key." Mika replied in a quiet voice while looking down at her fake painted fingernails. Her hands went into a cold sweat as her eyebrow furrowed. 'Please don't let him hurt me.' She silently prayed in her mind. Deep down, Mika knew that her prayer would fall on deaf ears...
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