This chapter contains some elements that might be shocking to some, and by that I mean prostitution and such. We're dealing with the Yakuza here and hey it's what goes on in those underground worlds. I'm not trying to offend anyone. I hope you all enjoy the chapter though.

In this little black dress hair and makeup done Takeo and Mika sat in a chauffeur driven car heading to who knows where. He kept his distance from her for now anyway sitting on the seats across from Mika. He wore a simple dress shirt, vest and slacks his shoes polished till Mika's face shone in them and now he was staring at her like she was on auction.

"Where are we going?" It took her about twenty minutes to work up the nerve to ask him that and now Takeo simply blew a kiss at her.

"Somewhere nice. I want to show you off." Mika now knew what those Chihuahua's with glitter collars felt like in their mistresses' handbags.

These acrylic nails were short thank goodness but not office appropriate, the only thing Mika liked about them was the pleasant clicking sound they made on the door handle. The car soon came to a stop and after Takeo's door opened he came around to open Mika's dipping his hand inside to grasp hers. They seemed to be outside of a small nightclub looking place. The Japanese women with their men looked at her in awe; perhaps wondering if she was some rich or famous westerner.

Nodding to the man at the door Takeo led her inside and to a table where another man his age was seated with a very young looking female on his left. She was wearing an incredibly short and tight fitting skirt, her top cut low on her chest, a glob of brightly colored jewelry splashed on her neck and ears. She looked uncomfortable but smiled at Mika as they came to sit down.

"My man Takeo, who's the cutie?" He was talking about Mika and she did not appreciate being referred to as "the cutie".

Takeo smiled holding Mika's fingers as she slid into the booth seat. "My lady Mika, hands off Morimoto."

This Morimoto lifted his hands up showing he wouldn't try anything. "This is Minako…I'm training her."

She seemed to wince at that word but smoothed her red lipstick over her lips trying to look as sexy as possible. Looking around Mika noticed this seemed like a date spot or something; the dark colored floors and walls accented by the dim lights. It seemed to make the place look soft and comfortable, alcohol was flowing smoothly though, food as well. Pretty men and gorgeous ladies served the drinks and took orders; the one thing that was perplexing was that a thick wall separated where they sat now and, the other side. Only a door that looked like it lead to the kitchen was the entrance behind there. Noticing her looking Morimoto gave her the answer she was looking for.

"That's the bathhouse on the other side, it's strictly for men so you guys cant play over there." He winked at her.

Food was ordered and drinks passed around, Mika wasn't stupid she was having nothing but water or tea much to Takeo's upset but he didn't seem to push it. Soon though she had to go to the bathroom and Minako followed her silently. Once inside she opened up clutching desperately to Mika's arm.

"Please tell me that he doesn't own you…that you're his personal lover or something!" Her fingers dug deep into Mika's arm and, she had to gently pry the girl off.

"Why? Does he own you?" Minako began to cry sinking to the floor as she sobbed heavily.

"He…he bought me. I'm from the country I tried to come to Tokyo because I wanted to sing and then these men approached me, next thing I knew-" Her sobs were heavier now looking up at Mika her makeup ran from her face, staining her cheeks.

"Are you…a prostitute How old are you?" It was easier to see these things in written form than to face them head on, Mika now understood why Maslow came back hollow eyed and quiet on those human trafficking raids.

"I'm…15 and I don't go to them willingly, I just let them use me." Minako was quieting now, her shoulders shaking from the episode. "Your man seems good…please make him buy me, I promise not to usurp you in any way. You look like you're treated well." She pulled down her shirt and showed Mika the bruise mark on her back.

The ugly purple and black fading to blue in certain places; Mika gently touched it and touched of her own bruises so small in comparison. She couldn't tell Takeo to help this girl, he'd do nothing but make sure she ended up dancing naked somewhere.

"You don't want to be with him, he'll hurt you too just because you don't see my bruises doesn't mean they aren't there." Helping her up Mika began to wash off her face and try her best to make sure her makeup wasn't too out of place.

"You have to help me somehow…you have a kind spirit I know it. I just want to go home, I don't care if I love my dream just to see my mothers face again and hug my father is all I want." The look of desperation, sadness and fear on Minako's face moved Mika.

She couldn't leave this girl here to her doom, she wasn't about to fill her with false hope either. Certainly there was something she could do to ease her suffering?

"I'll take to Takeo my…lover and see what I can do; perhaps he can buy your freedom. What's your real name anyway?"

She was such a pretty girl, a heart shaped face with full lips who could hurt a child like this and still call themselves a man?

"My name is Minako…Minako Hamasaki. You are?" She was done crying now, her body leveling out after being racked with heavy crying.

"Mika Coretti."

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This was stupid. Stupid, idiotic, foolish and laughable. Raizo dressed like a woman in a kimono with a wig one and, about to enter a bathhouse with nothing but men. He was a man of course but the point was he didn't want to look at naked men walking around in steam. Ok think like a woman and act like one…what did Mika do? No, that wouldn't do maybe he should giggle and look away from their eyes? Blah!

Upon walking into the back of the bathhouse the mistress of the bathhouse waved Raizo over. "Hey! Minikui on'na (Ugly girl) come here!"

Did she just call him ugly? Raizo raised an eyebrow but slowly and he tried to daintily walk over to the woman avoiding her eyes.

"Yes mistress?" He pulled out his paper fan and began to wave himself before the older woman snatched it from his hands.

"No, funny business new girl! You look weird; you have the eyes of a teenage boy and the figure of a martial artist. Not good for business." She tsked a few time before looking around. "I'm short of hands you'll have to do…what's your name anyway?"

A name? Ah! What was his name going to be? Clearing his throat Raizo tried to sound as girl like as possible. "Uhh my name is Chiyo, mistress. I promise I will work hard and no funny business."

"That's right…Chiyo. Ew, ugly name as well but whatever! Get out there and see what they need, tea, towels or a light massage. If anyone wants you they will come to me and I will send you to a private room. Ok?"

Raizo nodded his head yes and before he knew it he was shoved out into the bathhouse the steam clouding his vision as he looked around. He stepped lightly around trying to follow the patterns of the girls and, directions of others. He served tea and handed out towels all while keeping his eyes on the patrons.

"Hey Chiyo come over here he needs a massage." Another woman pointed to a skinny man with glasses who blew Raizo a kiss.

You have to be kidding me. Walking over Raizo positioned himself behind the man and started to work on his shoulders. True the man had knots but did he really need to be in bathhouse to receive a massage, he was trying to work quickly and without talking alas, that wasn't to be.

"So, I hear you're new Chiyo. How do you like it here?" The man looked up into Raizo's face clearly intoxicated.

"It's ok." This 'girl voice' was starting to bother his throat.

"You're so beautiful Chiyo." The man's hands reaching up to stroke over Raizo's, yea this was starting to get weird. Another female next to Raizo snorted when someone said he was beautiful.

"Uhm…thanks?" He was just about to walk away and feel disgusted when a hand came on his chest.

A tall female who was clearly an American stopped him, her green eyes started down into his face. "You're the new girl huh?" She leaned down into Raizo's face sniffing at him.

"You're an odd one…Chiyo, I'm gonna keep my eyes on you don't think you'll be taking customers from me and my girls."

Really? Did this woman think she could scare Raizo? He was about to smack her hand away and tell her to back off when the mistress looked from behind a shoji screen.

"Amber! Get away from her and back to work…Minami wants you now, matter of fact…take Chiyo with you."

"Mistress, I don't need her-"

"Take her!" This was it apparently Minami had favorite girls and the American was one of them, as she grabbed Raizo's hand leading him upstairs, a sinister smile came over the ninja's face.

Dun Dun Dun! Raizo is about to get into another fight and perhaps have a clue that leads to this Michelle? Hopefully so, other than that he's so close to Mika and he doesn't know it frustrating isn't it? I think it's cute that he's in a kimono wearing a wig! It might be just me though, ok readers! I hope you enjoyed and please review or favorite or subscribe to an alert whatever tickles your fancy. Thanks for reading!