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Chapter 3: Drop Dead, Gorgeous

Easter made me skip another day of school again. I was starting to get exasperated with them. I began to think that it would be impossible to become a famous violinist if I kept missing my classes. At the time I was in a university; it was my second year in college. I'm surprised I was even able to graduate high school, so I should have been grateful to be allowed to go to college, but I was a kid back then. I didn't understand.

Easter is the company I worked for. Normally they don't accept such young employees, but I was a special case. My sister and I were special cases. Our mother sold us to the company to settle a debt she had. Sickening, isn't it? What kind of mother would sell her children? We were sold to Easter when I was thirteen and my sister was eleven.

You've never heard of Easter? Easter is the biggest underground drug trafficking company in all of Asia. What would a drug trafficking company want with two kids? That's the thing, they didn't even want us at first. My mother, however, convinced them that we would be profitable. They could make me pick up deliveries and do their dirty work. Then Gozen, the boss, had asked what could they do with my little sister. My mother- no. She didn't deserve to be called a mother. That bitch. I remember her words exactly. Those words are what made me lose faith in all adults.

"She'll grow up to be a nice curvy little slut. You can have her entertain your male clients for a decent price. That's all she'll ever be good for."

How dare she say that about her own daughter? Because of those words, my little sister had to cry herself to sleep every night. Gozen decided she was womanly enough to entertain his clients and himself. I wanted that man to drop dead. How dare he touch my sister the way he did. I wanted to kill my mother for all the pain and suffering she's caused. How dare she sell her kids because of her irresponsibility. What crushed me the most was that I couldn't do anything about it.

I tried once. The first time Utau had to- Oh yeah. My little sister's name was Utau. Hoshina Utau. That name only held significance if you were a dirty, perverted, old bastard who went to seek out underage prostitutes. Yeah. My little sister Utau was forced to become an underage prostitute. She was beautiful with abnormal features for a full-blooded Japanese. She had long smooth locks of pale blonde hair, creamy ivory skin, and odd lavender colored eyes. They called her a real prize. Calling a person a prize? Despicable.

Back to what I was saying, the first time Utau had to entertain Gozen tore me up inside. She was only about thirteen making me fifteen. He made me watch the whole time. My little sister kicked and thrashed and cried in pain and I couldn't do anything. Gozen had two of his goons holding me down. When he finished with her he threw her onto the floor and left her crying and bleeding, naked. I tugged as hard as I could from the two mens' constricting grips. I lunged myself towards Gozen and I punched him in the face. I broke his nose and it felt damn good. Then I felt a sharp pain in my spine. I fell to the floor twitching.

They fucking stunned me, as if I were animal. I was slowly slipping out of consciousness and I remember hearing Utau's cries. Then Gozen brought his bloody face down to eye level with me.

He fucking spit in my face. A mixture of his saliva and the blood streaming from his nose glopped onto my face.

"You try something like that again and I'll make sure your precious sister can't walk for a week because I fucked her so hard", Gozen howled with laughter and left my sister and me in the room writhing in pain. My sister cried so hard and it made me want to rip out his eyes with a rusty, blunt knife and let him bleed to death painfully.

He had the ultimate weapon over me. He had total control over me. If I stepped out of line my little sister was in danger. I was trapped.

Ah, I seem to have digressed. Well, I was doing one of Gozen's dirty jobs in that moment. I was supposed to kidnap this girl that dances. She was from a rich family and she's supposed to be a real beauty, but she was only fourteen at the time. Easter wanted her to serve the male clients, just like my little sister does. Easter did this often. They kidnap young pretty rich girls that would be well known, and they make them do dirty things for their clients. What kind of dirty things? The first thing you think of. Yup. Sex. Teasing. Stripping. It bothered me at first that I had to kidnap the girl. It was my first kidnapping, and I didn't want to be the reason another young girl had to suffer just like Utau did, but disobeying Gozen just meant more trouble for my sister. I care about my sister more than some stranger.

The company gave me the girl's full information. Fujisaki Nadeshiko. Age: fourteen. Hometown: Seiyo. School: Seiyo High. Year: First. The list goes on and on even to some more personal things. She has a strong bond with her cousin, Fujisaki Temari and her brother, Fujisaki Rythym. Her mother, Fujisaki Ayane, slightly resents her. I looked over Nadeshiko's photograph several times.

She's a real beauty. I thought to myself. She's like five years younger though. Maybe when she grows up, she'll be drop-dead gorgeous.

I waited out for the school day to end and I waited by the gates. I waited for long purple hair before I began to follow. Suddenly, I caught sight of the long violet locks and began stealthily following my target. The more I followed her, the closer I came to realizing that I followed the wrong person. This is a boy.

The young boy stopped in front of a basketball court and played against these larger boys. He was impressive. The way he leaped and swirved around his opponents made it look more like a dance rather than a sport.

He resumed walking so I resumed following. He looks too much like that other girl. Maybe this is the brother Rythym I read about? The data didn't specify whether he was older or not, or if they were even twins, so it's a possibility. Suddenly he stopped. Did he notice I was following him?

"U-uh..", his voice was shaking. I made him nervous. I smirked, "w-why are you following me?". As soon as he asked the question I slipped my hand into my pocket and pulled out my handgun. I gestured for him to come closer, still wearing my trademark smirk. The boy shifted uncomfortably but he stepped closer. I lowered the gun and rested my hand on his shoulder. I lowered my face so that he was looking into my eyes.

"Drop dead, gorgeous".

I had no idea what to do. An armed person was standing just centimeters from me. He forced me to look into his eyes which were a deep shade of midnight blue. His smirk and intimidation didn't reach his eyes. I unconsciously relaxed my shoulder, but he squeezed my right one harshly and that reminded me that I'm face to face with a potential killer.

"Where is Nadeshiko?", a deep velvet voice rumbled. It took me a few seconds to realize that he didn't want me. Well, not the me right now at least. I'm safe.

"I-I don't know. I just got out of school", I lied through my teeth. It wasn't that hard. I've had years worth of practice. He looked at me with a harsh stare and I could feel myself trembling. His gaze softened a bit and he smirked at me.

"You're pretty cute for a guy. Be careful. Creepy old rapists aren't as nice as I am", he warned before walking off.

I've just been stalked, held at gun-point, harassed, and flirted with in a span of five minutes. By the same person. I decided that going to Temari's house would be what I need right now. I ventured off to her home and stayed the night after notifying my mom. I don't need her to have a bitch-fit in the morning.