"What's to become of us?" wailed Wakaba, leaning on the counter of the kitchen.
"Better we're down here in the kitchen then upstairs with the rest of the girls." Utena said calmly as she dried a chipped plastic.
"I suppose, but I miss my mom." Wakaba said dejectedly, scubbing a bowl.
"I miss my drug dealer." sighed Utena. Wakaba blinked. "My drug dealer was also my mom." Utena explained.
"I'm thinking you fit in a bit better here than I do."
And so it was for Utena and Wakaba, who now worked as cook's for Akio's fine establishment. Utena caught glimpses of Akio whenever she could and she had bought a small vial she kept on a chain, for one day she wanted to put a lock of his hair in the vial. Wakaba looked for chances to escape, but the one time she tried Akio had her beaten by one of the maids.
Utena didn't want to leave by any measure. In fact she tried to stay. It never occured to her poor drug addled head that the man who had saved her was a lawyer and Akio was a pimp. But somehow there had to be a connection between the two. And so Utena and a Wakaba dreamed.
Akio found, however, that at least one of his two new girls had some usefulness beyond washing dishes. Several of the men comeing in had seen Utena sweeping the halls. She had gotten unwelcome coments and had been pinched several times. Akio began to consider his options, for he was not blind to how Utena looked at him.
One morning the Mafia of Shadow Girls came back. Utena overheard them speaking of the fact that someone found Wakaba's father's body and traced it to them. "Of course everyone knew it was us," said the leader of the Mafia, "But they know where we are, they have B-ko hostage and they're takeing us to court."
And somehow, through circumstances no one quite understood, Utena was a witness to the crime. And she completely forgot what little she already knew when a dashing young man walked into the courtroom. All she knew was she had to speak to that man...
"Better we're down here in the kitchen then upstairs with the rest of the girls." Utena said calmly as she dried a chipped plastic.
"I suppose, but I miss my mom." Wakaba said dejectedly, scubbing a bowl.
"I miss my drug dealer." sighed Utena. Wakaba blinked. "My drug dealer was also my mom." Utena explained.
"I'm thinking you fit in a bit better here than I do."
And so it was for Utena and Wakaba, who now worked as cook's for Akio's fine establishment. Utena caught glimpses of Akio whenever she could and she had bought a small vial she kept on a chain, for one day she wanted to put a lock of his hair in the vial. Wakaba looked for chances to escape, but the one time she tried Akio had her beaten by one of the maids.
Utena didn't want to leave by any measure. In fact she tried to stay. It never occured to her poor drug addled head that the man who had saved her was a lawyer and Akio was a pimp. But somehow there had to be a connection between the two. And so Utena and a Wakaba dreamed.
Akio found, however, that at least one of his two new girls had some usefulness beyond washing dishes. Several of the men comeing in had seen Utena sweeping the halls. She had gotten unwelcome coments and had been pinched several times. Akio began to consider his options, for he was not blind to how Utena looked at him.
One morning the Mafia of Shadow Girls came back. Utena overheard them speaking of the fact that someone found Wakaba's father's body and traced it to them. "Of course everyone knew it was us," said the leader of the Mafia, "But they know where we are, they have B-ko hostage and they're takeing us to court."
And somehow, through circumstances no one quite understood, Utena was a witness to the crime. And she completely forgot what little she already knew when a dashing young man walked into the courtroom. All she knew was she had to speak to that man...
