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WARNING: This fan fic is rated PG-13 due to mild sexual language and situations. Reader discretion is advised.


CHAPTER 3

January 30

Easy.

That’s how Sengoku always wanted his life to be. And in this easy life, he held a single doctrine to heart: easy come, easy go. Easy money, easy studies, easy jobs – easy women. There’s no other way to describe him but…how’d that song go again? Ah yes – “easy like Sunday morning.” His only REAL endeavor was tennis and even then he played it easy until he met his match in Momoshiro Takeshi. In the vernacular of today’s youth, one can say that Sengoku oozes easiness.

Not only did Sengoku wanted things to be easy. He wanted ‘em fast and to a certain degree, disposable.

But ever since came into his life, nothing’s been easy, fast or even disposable. She made everything difficult so his days have been crawling slowly because she’s not someone to be easily disposed of. Each day was an uphill battle for Sengoku Kiyosumi and each night survived made him a believer of miracles. Each daybreak, though, is a nightmare for he dreads the hour he’d have to see the woman’s face.

Yet there’s one up-side to all her harassing him – he’d died and gone to heaven. For all the cavorting he’s done, he was sure if there was a hell, he’d definitely spiral down there the moment he kicks the bucket. But now he was staring at a room of ethereal purity, being attended by a beauteous woman in resplendent white robes with a fabulous bust – an angel, most definitely. If this wasn’t heaven, what is?

“…the hospital.”
“Wha…?” He groggily cast a look around the hazy surroundings.
“You’re in the hospital, son,” a balding man in a similar white robe said in an avuncular manner.
“What happened…?” Blinking his eyes furiously, he whispered slowly.
“Well son,” the elderly man started, taking a gander at the clipboard in his hand, “you got into an accident.”
“An accident!” He tried to sit up in alarm but was immediately seized by dizziness. “Is anything broken? I have a tennis tournament soon…”
“Hold your horses, son. It’s not what you think it is. Let’s see,” he squinted at the clipboard. “It seems you got ran over by a bicycle.”
“A bicycle…” Sengoku repeated deadpan.
“Well, yes. That in itself did minimal damage, all you got was a few bruises. However, after being ran over, you had fainted due to excessive fatigue, stress, lack of sleep, dehydration and hunger.”
The old man looked at him sternly, fixing his glasses over the bridge of his nose.
“Now, young man, I got word from your landlord that your parents are on a cruise but I should think you’re old enough to take care of yourself. You should be ashamed; you’re hardly a child who’s incapable of looking after his own well-being.”

Sengoku was feeling too dizzy to even fake a chastised demeanor so he merely gaped stupidly at the old man whom he just realized was a doctor and leaned back against his pillow.

“How long have I been asleep?” He croaked.
“Just overnight. Now, I want you to stay here for another day. You need to be kept on the drip so you can regain your strength and you also need to be re-hydrated. Just be thankful your girlfriend is here to look after you…”

Surprised, his eyes were drawn to a far corner of the bed where a girl had her head rested over her folded arms, sleeping peacefully.

“Was it she who brought me here?”
“No, but she came running, literally, after we called your school.”

When the doctor and the voluptuous nurse left, Sengoku spent his time staring at the dozing , wondering about her and her intentions. Come to think of it, he doesn’t know a jot about the girl, not even where she lived, what school she came from or where her family was. For all he knew, she might be an escaped loony house patient. Yet looking at her now, he just couldn’t think of her as such. He didn’t know how he knew it when all the time they’ve been together she’d acted like a psycho but he can’t help it. He just knew.

As he was staring at her, she suddenly jerked awake. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he noticed how agonizingly cute she was newly-wakened with her tousled hair and puffy eyes.

“Kiyo…” She gasped, precipitately appearing at his side. “Are you okay? Do you feel hurt anywhere?”
“I’m fine…”
She wilted at the chair next to his bed and sighed, “thank God.”
“Ran over by a bicycle…how pathetic is that?” He bitterly laughed.
“Stop that,” she hissed. “Do you know how worried I was? When they told me in school that you were in the hospital, I couldn’t even breathe I thought I was going to die.” Moaning miserably, she rubbed her chest as if it pained her. “I didn’t wait for classes to end, I came…”
“…running,” Sengoku finished for her softly.

All his earlier determination to impress upon her that what happened was her fault simply evaporated. He hadn’t the heart to do so especially when he saw her still dressed in her school uniform from the day before. He could just imagine her refusing to even leave his bedside until he wakes up, probably even scratching a few nurses to death when they try to drag her away from him. Yeah, that would definitely be her style.

“Kiyo…you’re really not hurt anywhere, are you?”
“…I’m really not.”
“Then can I sleep here beside you for a while? I’m kinda tired,” she yawned.
Smiling softly, he nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

She folded her arms on his bed and plopped her head down. Within a few seconds, the faintest of snores issued from her, making Sengoku smile widely and think that maybe the imp named wasn’t so bad after all.

* * *


February 3

Life’s ridden with the unexpected.

It’s been four days since he’d been discharged from the hospital and within those four whole days, had never pestered him, not even calling him his hated nickname of Kiyo-chawan. She didn’t even try to force him to eat her cooking and even disappeared a few hours after they got home to come back with a whole wagonful of various microwaveable and instant processed foods. He asked her how she paid for everything but she refused to even acknowledge she’d heard his question. Speaking of money matters, he also found out she paid for three whole days’ use of an exclusive suite in the hospital as well as handled the rest of his medical bills. He should’ve had an inkling of how much she’s worth when she sent his parents on a Caribbean cruise but back then his mind was in a cesspool of sexual frustrations that it missed his notice completely.

She, herself, had been extremely odd (odder than her usual, indeed) ever since they got back home. She spends all her time doting on him, not taking her eyes off him for even a second. Maybe to a third party it might not sound different than it was before, but to him it was – before, there was never a hint of tenderness and affection, only maleficent intentions. But now, though perhaps it would sound too mawkish to be uttered out loud, even the touch of her fingertips radiates love. Not sexual love, not even passing puppy love. But something deeper, something purer, something he cannot - for the life of him - recognize. And unlike back then in Hokkaido, it didn’t scare him or push him away. Instead, he reveled in its glory like a dying seedling in need of nourishment from the sun. Much later, it would surprise him how he didn’t even get the urge to have any kind of physical contact with any girl during those days. He thought she must have worked an evil spell on him.

Because she refused to eat a bite while he was in the hospital even with his protégés’ gentle urgings, became quite the stick figure after the discharge. Even after they got home, she ate and slept little and seemed always close to tears. Sengoku, of course, despite his callousness, recognized the symptoms of the willies but can’t squeeze any detail out of her. She would always adroitly shift the subject to something else everytime their discussion seems to go towards the subject of her current trepidation.

Despite his prior revulsion against her presence, Sengoku wanted to thank for all she’s done for him since the accident. When he asked her how she wants to be thanked, he braced himself for an answer similar to, “say you love me, Kiyo-chawan”, which she already did before. But instead, she smiled faintly and whispered how she always wanted to go to Disneyland with someone.

And so, that Saturday, he decided to indulge her, wondering in awe how much she enjoyed herself doing the simplest things like chewing on cotton candy.

While she was inside the ladies’ room, a girl Sengoku had been with before saw him and his old instincts got the better of his person. He had started putting on the works when came out of the lavatory, face reflecting momentary inquisitiveness. When he caught sight of her, he got back to his senses and feared an atavism of the cataclysmic level. He was already sucking his stomach in for an assault when he realized that she merely averted her eyes and smiled ruefully.

Oh, but he was intrigued! He expected a caustic question, a querulous tone, a trenchant remark, an outrageous scheme – anything but THAT. He brushed the other girl aside as if she was nothing but trash and faced , biting his lips to prevent himself from asking her the reason for her atypical reaction.

Before he could speak though, she opened her mouth silently, willing herself to say something and when no words came out, he decided to give her a tiny push.

“What is it? Tell me…”
“Kiyo…I know from the very start, I’ve always been the one chasing after you. And I know you don’t owe me any favors…”
“Ah, weren’t you the one who’ve been with me in the hospital the whole time?”
“We both know I was the cause of the accident anyways,” she laughed without mirth.
“Well, that’s true,” he agreed. “Still, I owe you for looking after me.”
“Then, will you grant me a small request? Our time together is running short. While we’re together, could you please…look at me only and pretend you love me?”

When his face reflected horror, she hastily added, “Just until the whole day tomorrow, please. I won’t bother you again after that, I promise.”

She stared at his eyes with bated breath yet she didn’t need to wait long for an answer, for his face shifted into a pleasant smile as he nodded and said, “Okay.”

It wasn’t until much later that day though that he finally found out something about her. After they’d stepped into the ferris wheel, he’d presented her with a Minnie Mouse scrunchie. She took it from his hands and merely stared at it mutely before suddenly breaking into loud wracking sobs.

“Aw, come on, what’d I do now?” Sengoku panicked in confusion.
“No one’s…ever given me…a Minnie Mouse scrunchie…before,” she hiccupped.
“It’s just a scrunchie,” he uttered weakly, embarrassed by such a display of gratitude over an insignificant hair ornament.
“Just a scrunchie?!” She squeaked amidst her tears, scandalized. “It’s more than JUST a scrunchie! It’s a…a solid proof of our time together. And here in Disney…it’s a first for me…”
“This can’t be your first time here,” he raised his brows at her.
Laughing bitterly, she replied, “Oh, of course not. I’ve been here before – alone.”
“Alone?”
“My parents were away, per usual, and all the servants thought I was in my room. I passed thru the fire escape, came here and went home without even being discovered. Nobody ever knew I did that, I never spoke of it until now.”
“Your parents NEVER had the time to take you here?” He remarked incredulously.
“They’re always away in business. Otherwise, they trot the globe like a couple of newly-weds in their honeymoon. Paris, Venice, Luxembourg, Cape Town, Manila, Budapest, Pisa, Tianjing, Taipei, Seoul, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera…I heard they were somewhere in Switzerland before they got back. I wonder what they did there. Gorged themselves with Swiss cheese, I presume,” she laughed crazily at her own joke, masking watery orbs.
“Sometimes I wonder if they even remember I exist. But oh…they do TRY to act like parents. Did you know I used to have four bodyguards tailing me everywhere? Hundreds of servants too, yet no one would take me to a theme park. Too crowded, they say. I might get kidnapped, they say. But I gave them all the slip…yes, I did...” was drifting into a monologue, staring out their car with her eyes filmed over as if remembering something so painful that she chooses to be numbed.
“How about friends?”
“Friends?” She arched her brows. “I only have a couple. And not the type of friendship that comprises going out together. And…I don’t make friends easily…”

Sengoku let his breath out slowly, not exactly knowing how to react over such a serious disclosure. He’s never had a REAL talk with any of his girls before so now he’s feeling the saying of “like a fish out of water” quite heavily.

So Sengoku, always the quick thinker (Math does that to you, really), did what first crossed his mind. He lightly placed his hand over hers and smiled at her warmly.

“Come, psycho banshee. You’re not going emo on me now, are you?”

Despite of her, she started laughing and quickly wiped the tears pooling at edge of her eyes. He then took the scrunchie from her and turned her head around to clumsily gather her long hair into a haphazard ponytail.

“Suits you,” he smiled as he finished, gazing at his handiwork.
She grinned back at him and fingered the scrunchie on her head. “Thank you…for this, Kiyo,” she uttered so wholeheartedly that Sengoku, to his chagrin, found himself actually blushing.
“Stop it, it’s just a scrunchie, you psychotic banshee!”
“It’s not JUST a scrunchie! And I’m not a psychotic banshee,” she shot back angrily before smiling slyly and seductively gushing, “Oh Kiyo-chawaaaaannnn….we’re alone in here right noooowwww…No one would hear you even if you scream,” she villainously tittered, sliding her hand over his chest.

And Sengoku, dear dear Sengoku, was too compelled by her concealed loneliness to actually feel annoyed. Hence, he merely guffawed loudly and took her hand on his chest, holding it close until their ferris wheel ride came to an end.

* * *


February 5

He woke up and she was gone.

Yesterday, he noticed was acting more skittish than the usual that he couldn’t even eat his instant yakisoba in peace. When he asked her about it, she merely pursed her lips and shook her head. She barely talked the whole day and if that wasn’t strange, he doesn’t know what is.

Then last night, she barged into his room, looking at him over his bed with big meaningful eyes before asking if she could sleep with him. Sengoku had half a mind to shoot her down then and there but he sensed no malignancy in her request and he trusted himself enough not to lay a finger on an imp from hell, so he acceded.

She snuggled close to his chest and whispered, “Thanks, Kiyo…our time’s so short now - I was afraid you’d turn me away.”

A statement he didn’t understand and felt she didn’t want to clarify so he let it slip, same as what his arms did around her lithe physique. They slept like that in each others arms all through the night.

But then he woke up and she was gone.

He turned the house upside down in search of her but she was nowhere to be found. All her things and her clothes were still there but not her. Even her cellphone’s out of reach.

Left without a choice, Sengoku allowed himself to believe she went to school ahead of him.

But then he got to school and she still wasn’t there.

When she failed to show up the entire day, Sengoku was beside himself with worry though he allowed no one, not even himself, to see and acknowledge it. So much, in fact, was his denial that he even managed to convince himself that her disappearance was for the better because now he could get back to his fornicating.

Well, he wasted no time. He immediately called up one of his “friends” (with benefits) and they were starting to get heated up inside his room when he caught sight of ’s Sailor Moon printed pillow left lying around when she suddenly vanished. Sengoku instantly shriveled. Needless to say, they weren’t able to go any further.

* * *


February 12

It’s been one whole week since went missing. Sengoku can’t find anything even remotely resembling an address or landline number among her belongings. Concerned, his sidekicks brought him to the boys’ toilet for a pep talk because he was looking so distraught it seemed pointless to even deny it.

The three of them squeezed themselves inside a stall - Sengoku perched on top of the bowl, arms around his folded legs, lower lip pouting and looking like a child who’s been deprived of candy.

“Wassamatter wit you, aniki…dincha used ta wish nee-sama would go poof? Why ya bein a nutcase?”
“I’m not being crazy!”
“No use denying it, sempai. You show all the symptoms: bloodshot eyes, multiple eyebags, involuntary stutter-”
“I said I’m not crazy!”
“I’m not saying anything about being crazy, sempai.”
“Yeah, he ain’t sayin’ nothin’ bout bein’ crazy…wait, you ain’t? Then whacha talkin’ ‘bout, stupid ass?”
“I’m talking about you, falling for her.”

Sengoku stared at him blankly.

“Huh? Falling? Who?”
“You…”
“…for whom?”
“For -sempai…”

Sengoku continued staring at him before shooting off in laughter.

“Impossible… Me? For that banshee? No way,” he laughed again.
“Well, why not, sempai?”
“Look, the probability of ME seriously considering a single girl is low. And the probability of me seriously considering a crazyass psycho is zero.”
“Yeah, aniki’s right, ya lardass. Whacha puttin’ into his brain?”
“Okay, okay…so maybe you’re not in love. But you’re distressed because she disappeared, right?”
“Well,” their upperclassman fidgeted, tugging at the collar of his blazer. “I guess I can’t help it…I mean, you know…she lived with me for more than half a month and she suddenly vanished. She could’ve at least told me where she was going, you know what I mean? Well, it’s like, I mean…” He wiped his sweat as he blew a raspberry. “I mean, tell me where you’re going,” he repeated lamely.
“Well…how’s she been acting these past few days? Anything odd? Anything she said?”

The tousle-haired boy thought for a while before appearing to contemplate on something.

“Come to think of it, she’s been acting really weird our last few days together. In fact…it started the time of my accident. Last weekend she was here, she’s been telling me that our time together is running short. I never really thought about it much…”
“Wut?! Onee-sama said that?! Holy crap…not her…” The taller sidekick started wailing.
“What? What is it? Don’t tell me you know something.”
Said sidekick wiped his face on the other’s sleeve and spoke, “Course I do, aniki.Ya oughtta watch more Hollywood movies.*”
“WHAT? What’s that got to do with anything?”
“EVERYTHING!”

And with that, the two extras dragged Sengoku off to only god knows where.

That night, troubled beyond imagining (and still not admitting it), Sengoku Kiyosumi, despite his sidekicks’ protests, gained entry to a sauna*. The sauna’s number 1 soap lady* had her eyes set on the younger boy and agreed to ask the manager to overlook him being underage if he could give her THE frenchie of her wretched life. Which he did – corkscrew technique and all.

Therefore, there he was, sitting inside the VIP lounge, a soap lady in each side and plenty more at his disposal, one kneeling in between his knees and licking whipped cream off his bare torso when a termagant of a woman violently kicked the lounge door open, nose smoking in barely controlled fury. Said woman stomped in, grabbing the one doing the licking on her curly hair and throwing her away from Sengoku with the force worthy of a man ten times her size and musculature.

“Hey ,” the intoxicated 17-year-old grinned at her giddily. “Glad you could make it. Whipped cream?” He offered her his cream-covered chest.

grabbed the liquor bucket full of melting tube ice and upset the contents over his head.

“WHAT THE?!” Suddenly brought to attention by the cold, he stood up and momentarily lost his unfocused look. “What do you think you’re doing, psycho banshee?!”
“What do YOU think you’re doing, you nympho?! You got some kind of a new fetish now? Wanna do orgy with a gaggle of whores?” She shot back at him amidst the other women’s inflamed glares.
“Oh yeah?! Well…” He stuttered, not really knowing how to retort. “It wasn’t what you think, you know…we were just playing a game…and…wait a minute, why the hell do I have to explain to YOU?!”

Sengoku rounded back on her just as furious. “What right have you to talk?! YOU’RE the one with the problem. Who told you to go off without telling me?! I was out of my mind worrying about you! If something had happened to you, what do you think I would do, huh, lil miss I’ll-do-the-disappearing-act-on-you?!”

Sengoku towered over her menacingly for a while but , instead of feeling intimidated, was reeling at the revelation.

He was out of his mind worrying about her.

He was out of his mind worrying about her.

Ah…life is sweet.

Before she melts into a puddle on the floor, she gathered what’s left of her wits and dragged him forcefully out of there. She kicked him inside a taxi (where he fell asleep soundly) and before he knew it, was dragging him again inside his house.

She then haphazardly threw him on the floor and started to brusquely wipe the whipped cream off his chest.

“Can you be a little gentler?” He snapped when he felt her fingernails scratching a nipple.
“No. That was intentional,” she snorted. “I mean…how could you do that to me, Kiyo-chawan? How how how?!” ceased cleaning his chest and started bawling loud enough to awaken the entire block.
“Oh no…not again,” he groaned and sat up to glare at her. “What’s the matter with you? Are you schizophrenic? Do you have multiple personality disorder? Please tell me because you’re driving me round the bend!”
“I drive you round the bend? YOU’RE the one who drives me balmy,” she blew her nose at his shirt. “You say you’re out of your mind worrying about me but I find you inside a sauna, looking like a poster boy for the seven deadly sins!”
He blinked at her blankly. “Seven deadly sins?”
“Lust, lust, lust, lust, lust, lust, LUST!” She shrieked. “I forgot, okay! It’s in that Brad Pitt film about a killer or something. You’re supposed to be the smarter one, go watch more Hollywood movies*,” she sobbed.

…watch more Hollywood movies.

Just like what sidekick #1 said. More refined in its execution, but the same in its essence. THEN he remembered what happened earlier. Anger leaving him, he felt himself deflate and weaken. Sengoku cradled his head and looked at her with wide terrified eyes.

“What?” She stared back at him, looking just as horrified. “What’s the matter?”
“You…you’re not sick are you?” He hissed. “I mean, I know you’re sick in the head, but you’re not SICK, are you?”
“Why are you asking?”
“Just answer me!” He demanded, shaking her hard.
“No!” squeaked.
“You’re not?”
“Last time I checked, I wasn’t,” she looked at him strangely. “Why, what’s wrong?”
“Oh crap…” He started laughing out loud, so relieved he laid his head over her lap. “I really thought…I thought you had leukemia…or any kind of cancer, like that girl in ‘A Walk To Remember’, you know. She was acting all shady too and stuff…”
Amused, she also started laughing, laying a hand gently on his head, smoothing his orange locks. “Where’d you get that idea?”
“It’s those guys, you know…I told them you’ve been acting odd, telling me our time together is getting short and all that. And they both theorized that you must have some kind of terminal disease or something…”
“So you went and watched cheesy teen flicks?” She giggled.
“Hey, mock me all you want, but I didn’t know what was up with you. You’ve been really weird.”

smiled above his head and sighed, still smoothing his hair to his obvious content.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered softly.
“Nevermind that, as long as you’re here now,” he yawned happily. “I wanna sleep on your lap.”
“Okay.”
“And when I wake up,” he suddenly shot, “you got some explaining to do,” he warned her before finally drifting off to sleep.

* * *


February 13

It was déjà vu.

The next day, he woke up and again, she was gone.
He repeated his earlier actions, turning his place upside down and inside out but again, he didn’t find her. This time though, he was determined to find an address. However, after a couple of hours sorting through all her belongings for the umpteenth time, he was too exhausted to go on and plopped face down on ’s Sailor Moon pillow. He was ready to fall into slumber when he noticed a thin pink something jutting out of her rolled futon. Curious, he forced himself to get up and retrieve the object and was immediately glad he’d done so – it appeared to be her diary.

He leafed to the pages marked November last year and read:

Dear Diary,
I don’t believe it! He’s here! In THIS inn! Remember him? The guy who thought I was cute when everybody was teasing me ugly and fat in junior high? He really is here! I saw him coming thru the sliding doors with a couple (probably his parents). I can’t believe it…I only came here to run away from everything. That he’s here must be fate. I must get reacquainted…

Aghast, he leafed to the next page.

Dear Diary,
I did something bold, maybe even crazy. I found out that he and I had rooms next to each other! So, when I saw him go to the hot springs earlier, I convinced his parents to change rooms with me. I waited for him to come near then took off my robe and hoped with all my strength that everything would go smoothly and that he’d come barging in. And he did! I hope that attack worked on him. I think it did. *laughs* Tomorrow, I’m going to re-introduce myself. I wish he remembers me…

Dear Diary,
I’m heartbroken. I don’t think he remembers me at all. But I think that’s understandable so it’s okay, I’m going to make him fall for me, for sure…

Dear Diary,
That bastard! I kissed him yesterday but now I woke up and he’s gone! Without telling me where he lives! I HATE him! How could he do this to me?! And I really liked him too…ooooohhhhhh…I swear I’ll find him and THEN I’ll make him pay…

Incredulous, he skipped to the entries marked December.

Dear Diary,
I can’t believe I went asking about him and found out what I did. Did you know what I found out? A whole bunch of girls who can’t wait to vent their spleen once his name was mentioned. You won’t believe the things he’s done. He played them, cheated on them, used them, et al, et al. And you won’t believe how MANY of them there are. I know Keigo told me he’s got a rep for being a player, but I didn’t expect THIS. Everybody wants a piece of Sengoku Kiyosumi. It seems I’m not alone…

Dear Diary,
I decided to go to the next level. I built a website: http://www.punishsenkiyo.jp It’s a forum where I can seek help from other girls to achieve my ends…

Dear Diary,
Those girls are all talk. When I told them about my plans, they seem to shrink back in fear saying they won’t go that far. Well, I can’t say I didn’t expect that. And I think I’m glad it happened. This plan IS mine and mine alone. But I DO need help from other people so I guess I’ll just have to pay. No problem. Those girls seem willing when we started discussing money. THE problem is how to fabricate a new identity. I don’t think anyone in this house is willing to help me gain connections for that…

Dear Diary,
I called my old friend, Atobe Keigo, and asked for help. He didn’t even bat an eyelash. I called once and then voila, I’m suddenly , a transferee from Hokkaido…

If before this, Sengoku didn’t know the definition of exposition, he did now. Head still swirling with new-found facts, he fell back on the futon and stared blankly at the seemingly ominous pink notebook.

So, it seemed they’ve known each other from before. Yet no matter how hard he tried to rack his brain, he can’t seem to recall a . But then she also wrote that it wasn’t her real name.

So, from the very start, everything was carefully calculated. He didn’t know what to think. He’d always known was scheming but this proved him wrong – she’s not scheming, she’s conniving, designing, duplicitous and all its synonyms.

Dismayed, Sengoku threw the diary against the wall and thundered out of his house resembling Godzilla on an impending rampage.

END OF CHAPTER 3


* “Ya oughtta watch more Hollywood movies…” – he’s talking about “A Walk To Remember”, of course ;)

*sauna – the indecent kind of saunas in Japan’s red light districts

*soap lady – a lady masseuse working in said sauna. Aside from that, they do *coughs* sexual favors of course…
They differ from hostesses because believe it or not, hostesses in Japan merely entertain their guests. Well, actually, that is only true to an extent. It’s a fact that a lot of hosts and hostesses agree to be “taken out” by their guests. What they do when their guests order them wrapped for “take out”, I leave up to your imagination…

* “…go watch more Hollywood movies…” – was talking about the movie entitled “Se7en” which is about a psychotic serial murderer killing in the name of the Seven Deadly Sins starring Brad Pitt and Morgan Freeman.


//© 03/16/07 by MitsuiSelphie