POV Natsuki.
Natsuki tried to find an effective way to win the most money in a very short time, she searched different jobs in newspapers, and she wrapped those who seemed to be in her possibilities, with no diploma because she never finished her studies. She already had three small jobs, and her body was aching in pain by such determination. She contained a tenacious yawn while tears welled up in her tired eyes, and she took again another cup of coffee to the distributor to not to collapse. She had plenty of time, then she would use to it that she could not longer breathe; she would not sell her body a second time, even if she would not earn enough money. She had done it once with this rich heiress, and, in the end; it caused her more concern than retribution. She had to feel dirty, disgusting that she could easily sleep for money, but she had no regrets. She would start again if she had to; she was even willing to sell one of its organs if she had to or all of them to the black market. There was a reason for her cold behaviour, this detachment of her emotions, if she indulged to herself, then she would break into piece, but she could not. Nevertheless, she had to fight like a lioness. She had already lived this dark period of her life she had always lived in misery, and money was the only way to survive in this difficult world. The woman bit her lower lip. Nao would pay one day for her lies, she would not let her get away easily.
The brunette did not choose to be a prostitute; no she needed to get out to her problems, debts. It was the first time she gave as her virtue against a financial compensation. Yes, Kuga was not a real prostitute, she pretended to be one. She never had a customer before; she was never paid for a sexual relationship. She found herself a place at the right or wrong time, she had read on the Internet that prostitution was a strong source of money, and it was very fast, that was why she went to this strange bar, the Hime. And next, she met Nao, who had taken her for a prostitute. Yet, in her past life, Kuga had promised to herself never be in prostitution, but now, she regretted nothing, she already had spent the Nao's money, the emerald-eyed beauty could have fall worse than Shizuru. She could have been with a psychopath or dangerous perverts. There was one thing, Kuga felt guilty, using this way Shizuru, she was a kind woman, who did not do anything wrong…
Part of the money she spent was now in good hands, however, this was not enough, she always needed more, she sold her mother's house to changed her home into a shabby two-room, she had the bare minimum in her home ... if you could call it that. She did not eat enough; she never had, she went to the hospital because of numerous anaemia crises. She had not much, whether clothes or valuables. Whatever, she did not need luxury. She got up from her bench, and slapped her cheeks; she needed to smile, to show that everything is fine. She had to appear happy, she could not complain, it was not she who was confined in this place. Yet she wanted to cry, finally leaving express her despair, why it was not her but him? But she could not afford to show her feelings; she had to be strong for him. Then, Natsuki opened the door, and smiled, it was not forced when she saw him, it was her sunshine, the only one who made her want to not finish definitively with her miserable life. A little boy of six years, bald and with a sickly corpulence, he was quietly reading a book, and he turned his head and shouted with joy:
"Mummy! You are here!" Yes, Natsuki Kuga was a mother. His name was Saito, he was a sweet and gentle boy, he had leukaemia since childhood and lived every day in a hospital. He never complained, he never disobeyed, he would take his medication without flinching, he always brightly smiled, even if he could not be outside like other kids his age, he was very clever. All the sacrifices that Natsuki made for her precious person, the only one she loved more than anyone on this hostile earth. He was the only person (other than her late mother) who loved him without a doubt. She had to pay for his expensive treatments, and she would always work for him to be among the living. She regretted anything except he was so sick. But she promised to make him a better life.
Meanwhile.
POV Shizuru.
Shizuru could not concentrate on her meetings, Natsuki kept obsessed her mind, she was stupid to be trapped by this chick, and she felt furious to be manipulated by this whore. Her half sister told her she knew them from the beginning, she even had done research on them, she knew their financial situation, their name, and the brunette planned everything from the start. Their meeting, their relationship, their picture was taken together and she even asked for money to Nao, then probably her, to not disclose to anybody their forbidden relationship. Fujino's private life and career exploded if the images had been passing in the tabloids.
"Fujino-san, are you okay?" Worried, one of his colleagues questioned when he saw the bloody hand; Shizuru just broke a cup of tea in her hands. The Kyoto-Ben woman nodded and rose from her seat, closing the discussion. Finally alone, she watched the building belonging to his family; she watched the town, and her own image to the windows. No, she would not let this woman get away so easily; she would take revenge and destroy that person until she begged to end it.