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Chapter One: The Name Takes a Tooth
A
After my father committed suicide by jumping from Huayan Falls with his lover when I was five years old due to the company’s business difficulties, my mother moved from place to place, relying on her to raise me on her own.
My mother, who worked as a waitress in a bar while working for a postcard company to make ends meet in order to raise me as a girl of good character, used to say that it would never be possible to raise a young me with someone like my father.
I started skipping school when I started middle school, and my mother then became painfully addicted to alcohol, bringing a different man home every night, and often waking up in the middle of the night in agony to the sound of her moaning.
One night, I left a note saying, ‘Thanks to my mother for raising me so far, I’m going out on my own to fight.’ I wanted to go back to my hometown, but I didn’t know where to go. I had no idea.
I was sitting on the bench at the station in a desperate situation when I heard a man’s voice.
The man wore rimless glasses, a beard, and a blue suit.
“What are you doing here, little girl?”
“Darn it, I’m running away from home! I don’t want to talk to you!”
“Don’t speak so rudely, okay! You’re so cute!”
“There’s no need for these sarcasm!”
“Want money?”
“Are you going to give it to me?”
“Eh, if you listen to me, I’ll pay you!”
I exited the ticket cutter with this man and got into a black Bentley in the parking lot, the man held the steering wheel and didn’t say a word, only the sound of the engine was heard, I was a little scared but since I had already decided not to go back, my body slowly began to relax, sinking into the seat, closing my eyes, the sensation of levitation encroaching, the car moving forward, but with the illusion that it was going backwards.
“Know the movie ‘LOSTHIGHWAY’?”
“I don’t know.”
“It’s a marvelous movie, shot in a varied and strange yet very organized way that surprises the viewer!
”
“So what?”
“You look a lot like Patricia Arquette. Arquette, uh, exactly.”
“I only watch movies like ‘Jurassic Park’.”
The man only smiled and nodded silently at my words.
The Mercedes pulled into a parking lot next to a date-red senior residence, and he and I got out and went through the entrance to the elevator.
The man pressed the button for the twelfth floor, and as soon as the elevator doors closed, the man and I didn’t say a word, just stared at the floor indicator.
Stepping out of the elevator and stopping in front of the door to the room at the far end of the corridor, the man took the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door, giving me a wink to go in.
The room was illuminated in pink, with chairs and tables floating in vaguely odd colors.
From the bathroom came a voice: “No way, bring it now?”
“Bring it on.”
The man went into the bathroom and I sat down in a chair and lit the Virginian cooler cigarette.
The light smoke of the mint’s distinctive flavor danced across the streaked red interior.
“Keeping you waiting!”
The man walked out of the bathroom and I unconsciously pressed my cigarette out and stood up, thinking he was the type of man that made me nervous.
The man walks out of the bathroom with an iron bar in his hand, tied around the neck of the whole girl in a dog-like position.
“You, my slave!” The man kicked the girl’s ass as hard as he could.
The girl cried out with a forlorn expression, “Awwwwwww,” “Master-san!” She screamed.
“Ugh, it’s taken a lot of time and effort to temper this girl so far!”
The guy said as he whipped the girl’s ass.
“Be grateful, you wild child, you are not human, you are a lowly domestic animal, say ‘I am your toy’ a hundred times.”
I’m…
I’m… your…
I’m your toy.
Toys…
Toys…
I’m…
I am your…
I’m your toy…
I’m your toy…
I am, your toy.
A. An ominous feeling invaded the room. I held my head and prayed that he would spare the girl.My mouth was slightly open when I heard a low metallic sound coming from it.
“What’s wrong? The atmosphere isn’t quite right?”
The noise of the factories, the exhaust from the cars on the highway, the cicadas chirping in unison, all like the sound of a weed whacker. All the sounds racing through my head.
Don’t! It’s really noisy!
“Hey, stand up, hey!” The man grabbed my arm and pulled me up.
“From now on, the fun will only begin!”
He crawled up to the girl and spit in her face.
“Pervert!” The girl continued to scream, “Pervert! Pervert! Pervert!”
The man hit the girl’s right cheek.
“Come lick me, you slave!”
“Please, let me go home…” the girl begged tearfully.
The man’s hand was on the girl’s neck.
A landscape that seems like a dream, so lacking in realism.
It was as if the girl had lost consciousness.
“You guys, now’s your chance.”
The man eyed my face and smiled as he turned to the girl again, taking his big brother out of his pocket and pressing the number.
“Ah, it’s me… well, come right over if it’s bad! The usual place… um, please, bye!
”
I felt my consciousness puffing up as this nightmare suddenly sprang up at some point.
I felt another self other than myself float out and condense on the teapot in front of me into another me.
Huh, am I going to get killed? I asked the other me on the teapot.
No way!
Why, you know?
You won’t be killed so easily.
If I die, will the other one on the pot survive?
Yeah, I’ll survive the pot.
The man was sitting on the couch, drinking neat whiskey, sweat pouring down his forehead, eyes dribbling, unable to calm down.
The girl with the strangled neck, coughing her staff over and over on the carpet, I guess she’s still alive?
“Come on! My good slave…” the man whined as he shook the whiskey.
A few moments later, the doorbell rang.
“Coming! Coming!”
He opened the door to the foyer and in walked a man.
“New slaves?”
Hearing the man’s question, an ambiguous smile surfaced at the corner of his mouth.
“Let’s take care of this guy first!”
“As if it’s still alive!”
The man with the thinning hair, took the yellow cable from his handbag and wrapped it around the girl’s neck, strangling it desperately.
The girl coughed on her staff while a large amount of saliva flowed from her mouth, and before long she died of incontinence, filling the room with a foul odor.
“It’s really not enjoyable!” The man looked at the situation and grunted, then spoke again: “Send this guy back!”
“How do I deliver it?”
“Tell the courier to send it back!” The man chuckled.
Have I ever been treated like this? I asked the other me on the teapot.
It doesn’t matter. You… I won’t die.
Won’t I die?
Uh-huh.
The man was beside the girl, looking back and forth at her body.
“Is it scary?”
The man floated a smile and tapped my shoulder, my head shaking desperately.
“It doesn’t matter, and it won’t be like that girl.”
“Let you know all about me!”
“What did you say?”
“From this day forward, you are my daughter.”
In major shock, I couldn’t make a sound for a long time and just looked at the man’s face.
“I’m sorry, but I’ve looked into all of your affairs, and meeting at the station today was no accident.”
“You said it wasn’t by chance…”
“About two months ago, I saw you at the bookstore by the station, and despite my shyness, I was deeply infatuated with you, Natori Tochiko-sama.”
“How do you know my name?”
“Because… put it this way! I’ve done all kinds of research and talked to your mom.”
“With my mother?”
“I asked your mother to let me have you, and because she graciously agreed, I have given her a large sum of money, and it was your mother who sold you to me.”
I stared at the other me on the teapot for a long time.
“I’ll provide you with a fine home in front of the station to live in, and it’s your liberty to play as you please and go to school or not, but I’ll come twice a week, and I want you to be there when I come! Ah! Just talking, I forgot to tell you that my name is Yoichi Itakura.”
The man handed out his business card. The card bore the title “General Manager of K Trading”.
What about it?
Isn’t it nice? To be able to live freely.
Is that it?
Yes.
“Got it?” The man barked.
I nodded slightly.
I stared at the other me on the teapot for a long time.
“I’ll provide you with a fancy residence in front of the station to live in, it’s your freedom to play how you want and go to school or not, but I’ll be coming twice a week and I want you to be there when I come! Ah, just talking, I forgot to tell you, my name is Yoichi Itakura.”
The man handed out his business card.
The business card had the title “General Manager of K Trading”.
What about it?
Isn’t it nice? To be able to live freely.
Is that it?
Yes.
“Got it?” The man barked.
I nodded slightly.
B
The night view of Tokyo from the balcony of the residence is very beautiful.
I get up in the early evening, watch the news on TV while drinking coffee and eating delivery pizza, and in the evening, when I come back from skidding in front of the station, I go take a shower and pass the time by reading comics or novels before I go to bed.
“Hello?”
“Hello?”
“Tooth, what are you doing now?”
“Just went into the bathroom.”
“It’s been four days, how are you getting used to this life?”
“Eh, get used to it, and it’s comfortable.”
“So, can I come over?”
“┅Good!”
“Then I’ll be there at seven tomorrow.”
Inside, there was only a bed, table, cutlery and a few books bought by Yoichi Itakura, and I felt more and more lonely.
After changing into my pajamas I lay down on my bed and prepared to sleep, focusing my consciousness on the coffee cup, the line between me and the coffee cup gradually became blurred, the coffee cup and wanting to look at the other me, which is not a me and does not know what sublime intentions contained in it, I decided to say hello to the image on the coffee cup.
It’s been a week since I’ve been to class.
Oh, yeah.
How are Noriko and Makoto?
Speaking of Yakiko, the boyfriend she was with, the two of them had an abortion because they couldn’t have a child, and it seems that he was dating Mizuko behind her back.
Huh? Could you be a little more specific?
I can’t tell you now.
The doorbell in the foyer rang just in time.
Hey, it’s Yoichi Itakura. I’m going to open the door.
When I opened the door, Yoichi Itakura, who was holding the flowers, stood over there with a pleasant expression on his face, an expression I had never seen before.
“I take it you don’t have any flowers and are lonely?”
Yoichi Itakura put the flowers in a vase by the window.
“It’s beautiful!”
I mumbled as I looked at the flowers, Yoichi Itakura suddenly hugged and kissed me at that moment, I was very surprised but, without that nasty feeling, I let him hug me like that.
“I want to eat your cooking today.”
Yoichi Itakura said as he looked at my face.
“Uh, curry, okay?”
I eyed his lids as well.
“Yeah! Are you going to make me curry?”
Hearing Yoichi Itakura’s words, I thought to myself, I’m just a young little girl, and this man who is holding me like a lover, I haven’t slept with him! If he makes a request for me tonight, for me, it feels like I’m being joked about.
Yoichi Itakura is eating the delicious dish I made.
“This Sunday…”
“Huh?”
“Let’s go to the movies together, shall we?”
“Uh, yeah!”
“Is there a movie you want to see?”
“There is! I kind of want to see the ‘Batman and Robin’ movie.”
Yoichi Itakura nodded his head with a smile.
“The movie’s Batman series, have you seen all of it?”
“Eh, saw the videotape.”
“Like this?”
“Why?”
“Ah, Batman’s director ‘Tim Barton’ you know? Did you know that?”
“I don’t know!”
“I’m a big fan of his.”
“What kind of person is this Tim…?”
“Tim Barton. Patton, what to say about his movie? The whole movie is full of weird stuff and it’s sad!
For happy-go-lucky me, this movie actually made me feel satisfied all over, even though, mentally, it felt freaky.”
When I heard him say, “I’m fully satisfied,” I thought of the girl I saw earlier, and I felt a pang in my heart, and I threw up my curry.
“It doesn’t matter, does it?”
Yoichi Itakura stood up from his chair and patted me on the shoulder, and when I closed my eyes, the image of that young girl was reflected within my eyelids.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“I think of that girl from before.”
I said innocently, and Itakura smiled and said, “Toa-chan’s feelings are especially sharp!”
I took a shower while thinking about the fact that Itakura hugged me today, I had sex with Koutarou Kanno from the same grade half a year ago and I’m not a virgin anymore, I wonder if Itakura would mind if I confessed to him?
Would he kill me if he knew I wasn’t a virgin?
As I was thinking that, I recalled the girl’s words.
I’m your toy…
I’m your toy…
I’m your toy…
I’m not Yoichi Itakura’s toy.
I ran my hand between my thighs, that side was still dry now.
“Tooth, yet?”
Yoichi Itakura spoke.
“Almost out!”
Yoichi Itakura suddenly wanted to hug me today.
My heart sighs and puffs faster when I think like that.
What do I really have the luxury of?
Is it Yoichi Itakura’s body?
Is that Yoichi Itakura’s penis?
It’s not!
It’s not!
It’s not like that.
I…
The desire to exist, maybe it gives me something of value?
So, what can Yoichi Itakura give me?
I was surprised the moment I saw my other self on the soap tank.
What can Yoichi Itakura offer you?
I don’t know.
You’re not like everyone else. Is there a special meaning to your existence?
I’ve never thought about it. I hate being ordinary!
What’s going to happen?
Later…
Later?
Show you what I’m gonna be.
I grabbed the soap, threw it at the wall, and ran out of the bathroom.
I looked up at the blurry ceiling with a lonely expression.
“What’s wrong?”
Yoichi Itakura, who was sleeping next to me, said heartily with his face toward me.
“Did my mother… say anything?”
“What do you want to hear?”
“Because I kind of care.”
“It’s better not to think about it; your mother has already given you to me.”
“But…”
“But?”
“She’s my mom, my family!”
“Yeah, mom’s family.”
“Sold me for money, didn’t you?”
“Your mother probably did it for someone she liked!”
“Yes?”
“Right.”
Am I becoming a problem?
I had absolutely no idea why I was like this, but by the time I realized it, I couldn’t help but cry against Yoichi Itakura’s chest.
Yoichi Itakura gently stroked my head and back, and I hugged him and fell asleep without realizing it… C
“Let’s go to Paris.”
Yoichi Itakura suddenly said that.
It was one morning exactly one month after I started my new life, and until today I had never had sex with Yoichi Itakura.
“Yeah?”
I asked him rhetorically.
“Paris! I don’t think Tooth has ever been out of the country, has he?”
“Eh.”
“Then it’s decided! My company will probably have a week’s vacation.”
“No problem?”
“Even if the general manager isn’t there, the company will run on pretty regularly.”
After saying that, Yoichi Itakura kissed me gently on the cheek and left from my villa to his office.
I went out to the balcony and stared at the black Bentley driving away. Yoichi Itakura, he has a family, doesn’t he?
I guess I was a little surprised that I hadn’t heard Yoichi Itakura say anything about his wife and child even though it had been a month, so I decided to visit Yoichi Itakura’s company.
I wore a pink jumpsuit and a sun hat before heading out to hail a cab.
“Which way, please?”
“Trouble to K-Trade.”
The cab went down the freeway along the Bay Shore, the buildings neatly side by side, the sun reflecting dazzlingly through the windows.
The first time I saw the magnificent building of K Trading, I was a bit surprised.
The people who work in and out of this building must be top-notch talent!
A first-rate talent? It’s so boring!
Another me reflected in the windows of the building, talking to me.
What are the benchmarks for what you call top talent?
I don’t know! But I don’t think there can be absolute equality in human beings from birth… Is Yoichi Itakura a top-notch talent?
I don’t know.
So, what about you?
You’re making a lot of noise! Get lost!
I walked through the door to the counter where the lady at the counter smiled and questioned me.
“Welcome! Would you like to meet the guests?”
“Ambiguously… trouble please, Yoichi Itakura.”
“Is it… General Manager?”
“Yes.”
“Excuse me, do you have an appointment?”
“Ah, I… am Itakura Yoichi’s daughter.”
“One moment, please.”
The view of Tokyo from the general manager’s office window overlooking the city was gray, “What a surprise! What’s with Tooth’s sudden arrival?”
Yoichi Itakura sat on the couch, lighting a cigarette and talking.
“I wanted to come see where you work.”
“So interested in me? I’m so happy!”
“Are you interested in…?”
“Right? That’s why I came here…”
“Yeah?”
I looked back at Yoichi Itakura’s face.
“There’s a really fun dance today, would Tooth want to come along?”
“Prom?”
“It’s going to be a very pleasant ball!”
“What kind of ball was that?”
“Come and find out.”
Yoichi Itakura stood up and picked up the receiver on the table and pressed the phone button.
“Dinner tonight with the GM of T. Tell him I have an important event I can’t attend.”
The black bimmer stopped at the side of a high-class residential street in Setagaya.
“Come on, get off this way.”
There was a large red-tile colored building in front of me, what kind of people lived inside such a luxurious home?
“Tooth, get in there!”
Yoichi Itakura waved at her from the door.
“I think Tooth will like it too.”
Yoichi Itakura pressed the intercom as he finished speaking.
“Yes, who is this…”
A woman’s voice could be heard through the microphone.
“I’m Itakura.”
“One moment, please.”
A knock was heard and the door opened.
Yoichi Itakura walked down the path toward the entrance hall, whose door opened to reveal a woman in her forties wearing a kimono.
“Mr. Itakura, it’s been a long time.”
The woman’s face was etched with several layers of wrinkles as she noticed the young girl.
“And this young lady is?”
“Ah, it’s my daughter, named Tooth, please say hello.”
“My name is Tooth.”
I’ll give her a nod.
“My name is Yuriko Izumi, please be kind.”
The woman who called herself Yuriko Wazumi gave a gentle smile.
Yoichi Itakura and I walked down a very long corridor, finally stopping in front of the large crimson door.
“Here it is!”
I asked Yoichi Itakura.
“This is the place where the ball is held.”
Yoichi Itakura replied in a very smooth tone.
Yuriko Wazumi opens the door and invites us in.
The incongruity of the interior, with walls painted fuchsia, crimson sofas like lips, oddly crooked and deformed chairs, and tables placed quite casually, would never put anyone in a good mood.
“Who else didn’t show up?”
Yoichi Itakura spoke.
“You’re here relatively early, the dance doesn’t start until 9pm!”
“Who are today’s guests?”
“It’s still in the brig.”
“Forbidden, forbidden room? It seems like something from the Taisho period, right? I think only this home is still stuck in that period.”
As I watched Yoichi Itakura and Yuriko Wakizumi’s lids, I thought that these two must have something to do with each other!
“Whoa! David.”
Yoichi Itakura turned around and spoke.
“David?”
I turn around too.
Behind him stood a tall white philosophical man.
“Ah, George, it’s been a long time!”
I don’t know what’s going on with them.
This white philosophical man in such a big room, in such a strange room.
What the hell is he doing over here?
“Ms. Tooth, please sit this way.”
Yuriko Wazumi invited me to sit on the lip-shaped sofa.
There was an underling in a bright apron who appeared from nowhere to serve black tea on the table the whole brain was a mess.
This man named David sat next to me and talked to me.
“Me, I fought in the Vietnam War in the latter half of the 1960’s and was transferred there by the so-called draft system before I was twenty years old, and I still remember it vividly to this day. Our unit was on a reconnaissance mission 120 kilometers from the Thai border. In the dark, sweltering heat and rain, I was carrying a rifle and an RPG, and when I saw people moving in the dense forest, I fired the RPG, and soon the smell of burning flesh hit my nostrils… I was so frightened by the sight of the corpses that I went back to my comrades… From that time onwards, I could not swallow my food! I couldn’t even swallow my food! A few days later, we entered a village where the information indicated that there were no Vietcong, and there were many pretty girls here. The village headman said that we could have the supplies here, and that we could have all the girls in the village, so that night, I was holding a young woman in the storage room, and when I inserted my penis into her, it jumped away from me due to the pain, because there was a razor blade placed in the girl’s private parts, and my penis was cut off from the root. I killed the girl in anger… Because of this I retired from the army, but I have never been able to be humane since then… I guess that’s when I became sexually perverted!”
The door was opened and in came two people, a man and a woman in fancy suits.
“Ah! It’s Mr. Takada.”
Yoichi Itakura reached out his hand to shake this man named Takada.
“Tooth, this one, Mr. Takada, is a lawyer, come say hello to him.”
Yoichi Itakura told me so.
I just sit on the couch and nod to them.
Mr. Takada suddenly pulled the long hair of the woman he brought in and pressed her stomach to make her squat “Why? You guy.”
Mr. Takada said as he kicked the long-haired girl’s ass.
“Won’t you say hello to everyone?”
“My, my name is Namiko.”
The girl called Namiko had her stomach pressed down and drool dripped from her mouth.
“First time meeting! My name is Michiyo, and I’m sorry that Namiko she’s not used to it yet.”
Speaking Michiyo climbed up next to Namiko lifting her skirt and ripping off her panties.
“Don’t, don’t…”
Namiko shook her head as tears floated to her eyes.
“Wait, what’s the situation?”
Mr. Takada, who spoke, used both hands to wrench Namiko’s hips apart to see.
There are empty bottles of juice inserted in the assholes.
Yoichi Itakura and David smiled and clapped their hands when they saw this.
“Awesome! It really stuck in.” Yoichi Itakura said.
“Insert not just one, but two empty bottles of Procter & Gamble Powerade.”
Mr. Takade said with a very happy expression.
“As a matter of fact, I also…”
As she spoke Michiyo pulled her panties down and wiggled her hips for the others to see.
“I’ll insert two as well.”
Yoichi Itakura sighed from the exclamation.
I involuntarily averted my eyes and started talking to another me in my subconscious.
What? Why, who are these people?
There’s something wrong with these people.
That’s true! But if you have problems, how can you live so easily in today’s society?
Do I have a problem too?
Yes, you too…
“Hey, everyone gather up, a special guest is about to make an appearance.”
Yuriko pulled back and shouted.
I gasped in horror when I saw the woman’s face.
Isn’t that my mother!
“Come and meet me!”
Yoichi Itakura smiled and patted my shoulder lightly.
The sense of reality kept thinning.
Why would a mother be in a place like this? At that moment the door was opened and in came a thin man with a naked woman with a lock around her neck.
I felt dizzy and couldn’t help but fall into the couch, closing my eyes as I heard the constant stream of words in my ears.
Asshole! I’m not going to stick two of them in my dick. What if I stick my dick in my dick again? What if I stick my dick in it again? Come on, come on, it’s time to get loose! Hips up, hips up, hips up, this retarded woman’s pussy is completely soaked, but slaves are really good at this! Here, rub some more glycerin…
I opened my eyes slightly.
Mother sat straddling the washbasin.
D
My head clumsily aches.
Yesterday was like a nightmare, I got out of bed and went to the kitchen, poured a glass of milk from the fridge and finished it in one gulp.
What was Yoichi Itakura doing over there with me? I kept asking myself that as we went back to the villa together.
I was sitting on the couch and there was a letter on the small table next to me, I picked it up and opened it.
“We’re leaving the day after tomorrow to get some things we need. Yoichi” Enclosed in the letterhead are first class airfare and two hundred thousand dollars in cash.
However, I always felt depressed, so I took off my clothes and went to the bathroom to take a hot shower When it was raining in the afternoon, I left the villa intending to go out to buy a one-piece dress.
“Welcome.”
I heard the attentive voice of the clerk as I walked into the beautiful fashion store on Aoyama Street.
“What kind of clothes are you looking for?”
“Um, I want a one-piece dress.”
I pointed to a blue one-piece dress in the display window.
The clerk looked me over from head to toe with a skeptical expression; had I really brought this much money to buy this dress?
“It’s a very fancy dress, so it’s expensive.”
The clerk said so.
“How much?”
I asked in a rude manner.
“Yeah?”
The clerk gave a confused look.
“Didn’t you hear me say it was expensive!”
The clerk pulled the price tag of the jumpsuit out of the display window and showed it to me.
One hundred and thirteen thousand dollars.
“See, it’s really expensive, isn’t it!”
The clerk spoke in a tone of triumphant exaggeration.
I didn’t hesitate to take the ten thousand dollar bill out of my wallet.
“Which, twelve hundred thousand dollars.”
The clerk was flabbergasted on the spot.
“Ah, thank you very much!”
As soon as the clerk received the money, she went to the cash register to check out and wrap up the beautiful dress.
“Don’t bully me as a middle schooler.”
I suddenly mumbled something like this while the shopkeepers stared.
“Are you really a middle school student?”
“Yeah!”
I said in a wistful tone.
“I can’t believe you’re so young! A middle school student can… “You’re so noisy!”
I grabbed my change and clothes and quickly walked out of this store.
As soon as I got home, I immediately tried on the dress in front of the mirror.
At that moment, the doorbell in the foyer rang.
Who is it?
Yoichi Itakura shouldn’t be here at this hour.
“Excuse me?”
I asked on the walkie-talkie.
“Mr. Wilson is dead.”
A hoarse man’s voice.
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
“Mr. Wilson is dead.”
The man answered again.
I opened the door in horror.
There was no one in the hallway, and the walls were just two shades of crimson.
“Who is it? I don’t know when…”
I intuitively went back to my room muttering.
“Mr. Wilson is dead.”
The voice came from the hallway again.
“Who is it? Who the hell is it?”
I walked to the door of the next room and stopped.
Putting my ear to the door, I could hear a woman gasping for air, and I pressed the doorknob to quietly open the door.
It’s the mother in there.
She showed her breasts and private parts at the back sprinting was Yoichi Itakura in a black suit “Mom!?”
“Aaah, aaah, it’s so good, aaah…!”
“How could this happen? How could this happen!”
I stepped back, not knowing who grabbed my shoulder, and turned around to see a very ugly, tall man standing behind me.
“Go away pop!”
I screamed out loud.
“Give me a good look!”
“No!”
“Look good!”
“No, no!”
I shook my head in excitement.
“Tooth, your mother has reached her climax.”
Yoichi Itakura said while twisting his waist.
“Mr. Wilson is dead.”
The tall man spoke.
“Who is he?”
“Your companion.”
“Companion?”
“His wife’s name was Plato.”
“I don’t know, I don’t have the slightest idea of what you’re talking about!”
I kicked the tall man in the crotch with my foot and he darted from the room.
“Tooth?”
I could hear my mother screaming…
E
Charlie Charles de Gaulle Airport is covered in fog and rain.
Yoichi Itakura and I took a taxi down the highway.
“The reason why I brought you to Paris is to be able to objectively see myself & what I want to train you to expect.”
Yoichi Itakura said this.
“See yourself objectively in yourself?”
“Yeah!”
I said, tempted to talk to my other self over a coffee cup or soap box, but it didn’t work at all.
“When we get to the hotel, we’ll do our own activities, Tooth! You can go wherever you want, and of course I’ll be right there to help you if you get into trouble.”
“How to do it right? I don’t know yeah!”
“In a foreign country where no one has acquaintances, one has to act as one sees fit so that the relationship with the world is reorganized, and when it comes to progress this is true.”
I don’t think I could even understand what Yoichi Itakura was saying, and I was a little surprised that I trusted everything he said so much.
After checking into the hotel, Yoichi Itakura took out his luggage from the back trunk and put it in the small closet.
“I think this room is really better than the others, but Tooth seems to be feeling uneasy and I’m going to take a shower.”
I decided to get a cup of coffee in the atrium of the hotel.
Sitting on a chair overlooking St. D’Urberville Avenue, the waiter poured me espresso, and the warm breeze of early spring blew into my heart, soothing my mood.
I looked out over the avenue for some time when suddenly a voice interrupted my thoughts.
“I’m sorry!”
I turned around and saw a tall Japanese man in a suit standing behind me.
“Alone?”
The man spoke.
“I have company, but I’m in my room…”
“May I be heard?”
My mouth felt like it was gagged as this man talked and sat in the chair across from me.
You guys!
I shouted this in my mind.
“In fact…”
The man coughs on his staff as he removes his handkerchief from his pocket.
“Anything?”
The man was still coughing fiercely and pulled out something strange from his chest pocket “I, this is asthma, cough, cough, cough… this medicine, it’s very effective for asthma.”
This man spits straight down his throat.
I gave a clear look of annoyance.
“Ah! Listen to me slowly.”
“I know, I know, I know, I know, you asshole!”
I stood up and the man immediately said.
“Mr. Wilson is dead.”
I sat back in my chair again in surprise.
“┅You said Mr. Wilson, who is he?”
I suddenly realized that this man, and the tall man with the crooked face that had appeared in my visions, were not so different.
“Mr. Will, Wilson is a relative of mine.”
“What does that man have to do with me.”
“Wilson, one of your associates.”
“Accomplices?”
“Put it this way, you’re his wife.”
“Wife?”
“It’s, it’s, you’re not the only one in the world, you, you, you really were his partner, but, but he’s dead.”
“Why do you know about this?”
“Because, I’m not human!”
The man’s pupils flickered.
I unconsciously averted my gaze.
“You, you’re going to have a miserable life from now on! It’s going to be hard. Can you realize that? If you die, I’ll immediately invite you to where you belong.” What? What are you talking about? You’re a strange one!”
I finished my sentence and immediately stood up and headed for the exit.
“Mr. Wilson is dead.”
The man was still shouting this behind me.
F
It has been one and a half years since Yoichi Itakura contracted AIDS from a syringe injection.
I was also tested for HIV and luckily I was negative.
Since Yoichi Itakura and I hadn’t even had a one-time relationship before this, I’ve now stopped showing up to school.
Because there’s no point in going to class, Yoichi Itakura said.
Yoichi Itakura hired three excellent tutors and a home economics teacher to replace the school teachers.
I feel that computerized operation, in a rapidly changing world, can be the only pathway.
I spend almost all of my day indoors, but there is a mountain of information coming in from the outside through the computer every day! Exchange rate quotes, New York’s Dow Jones Index, big jazz bands, credit cards, stock ratios held by foreigners, the opening of the Doxin CD.ATM securities!
Information ranging from the indispensable to the completely useless is displayed on the computer screen.
Nine years later, Yoichi Itakura died in his hospital bed, leaving behind an official suicide note in which he asked me to become the president of K Trading, when I was twenty-six years old.
Of course, when I was inaugurated as president, there was a lot of criticism from inside and outside the company, like the day I visited the managing director, who was a bit chubby with a greasy face.
“If we talk about the realization of the late Chairman Itakura, the sudden relinquishment of the chairmanship to you is… the Managing Director said as he wiped the sweat floating on his forehead. “His last words are legally valid.”
A smile surfaced when I finished.
It’s me! How is this me? It’s tempting to tie up this one man in front of me.
I said teasingly to the man in front of me on purpose.
“Are you and your wife happy sexually?”
I said in a flippant tone.
“Why, all of a sudden, did you say such a thing?”
“I don’t suppose you have a lover if you look like that!”
“No need for you to meddle.”
“I know, just come be my slave.”
“Please don’t go too far!”
The somewhat chubby man let out an angry roar and just ran out of the room in a huff.
I think that’s a pretty good start.
Chapter 2: Nitani Yori
A
“That girl over there, what’s her name?”
“Ah..! Yori?”
“Yay, what a cute girl, does she work over here?”
“Yeah, since last week.”
This is the Adem bar located between the office buildings in Shinjuku 2-chome.
Continuing to run a deficit since opening the store after the modifications, Goh Aota and store manager Ishida drained their whiskey in one gulp, while Yori Nitani silently organized the glasses on the table.
“Hey, Mr. Ishida, could you take care of the guests for a little while?”
“Isn’t Ms. Yori here?”
“I kind of like her yeah!”
“Mr. Aota, it’s still very early.”
When Ishida finished speaking, he placed his whiskey glass on the table.
Yori puts the plate with the utensils and cups on the bar display.
“Yori-sama.”
Mr. Yoshida greeted her, and Yori looked back at him like she was surprised.
“Mr. Aota… he wants to become good friends with Ms. Yagi.”
Mr. Ishida said with a smile.
Yori blushed from embarrassment.
“Yes, with me?”
“Don’t doubt it! You’re very attractive!”
Aota said this.
“How did that happen…”
Yori lowered her head.
“Wet eyes look so pretty!”
“It’s my eyes that hurt.”
Yori finished her sentence smiling.
“These dishes are delicious, can we go for a drink later?”
“But, I’m still working…”
A confused look surfaced on Yori’s face.
“Alright! Mr. Ishida, I have nothing to do anyway.”
“If you have nothing else to do, you can help with the guests.”
Mr. Ishida, who was washing dishes on the side, said with a bitter smile.
“Then, you’ll just have to help her.”
Mr. Ishida told him.
Yori was sitting in the high chair next to Mr. Aota.
“What would you like to drink, Ms. Yori?”
“Then, a glass of peppermint milk, please.”
Yori-san seemed embarrassed whispering.
“Yes!”
Mr. Ishida said with a smile.
“Yori-san, how old are you?”
“Nineteen.”
“So, is it a college student?”
“No, not in college yet.”
“So! I, ah, teach literature at the university.”
“Mr. Aota is an associate professor of something at the University of W.”
Mr. Ishida said, serving the mint milk on the bar.
“I ah, for example, just from the occurrence of literature, the whole meaning of the so-called theory can be applied only to literature, but, the so-called theory of literature, I think, does not exist.”
“It’s so hard… I really can’t understand it…”
Yori smiled and took a sip from her cup.
“What is called understanding has the meaning of constant recollection, whereas a phenomenon arises after the event has disappeared and becomes a part of the phenomenon, and what is called a phenomenon is a vague and ambiguous presence in that phenomenon alone. We will know more about the French Revolution than Robespierre, and that is because we have understood that the final result of the French Revolution was connected with the resurrection of the monarchy, and if history is an event that is said to be continually going on in front of us, knowledge of history is a continual happening backward, and therefore, when we write about our own past experiences, the result becomes a continual meeting with the past us. “
Mr. Aota shook his whiskey after a breath.
“I liked those words so much earlier, but I’m so dumb I couldn’t quite understand them.”
“No, where is the word, you are a smart girl.”
“So…”
Yori suddenly felt a wave of dizziness and fell out of her high chair.
Mr. Aota couldn’t help but smile.
“Thanks!”
“Mr. Aota, he’s so bad!”
Mr. Ishida said so.
“How long does the effect last?”
“The medicine isn’t very strong, it lasts about two or three hours!”
“Could you call me a cab?”
Yori opened her eyes and all she saw were unfamiliar sights.
“┅Here?”
Yori muttered.
“Are you awake?”
Mr. Aota said with a smile.
“Where is this?”
“You drink too much.”
“What…”
Yori sat up from the bed.
“Don’t I just drink a glass of peppermint milk? …”
As soon as she got up she realized that her waist was tied with a belt, so her body was secured to the bed.
“What’s, what’s going on?”
“You’re sold.”
“I’ve been sold?”
“Yes!”
“By whom?”
“Rest assured, I will not kill you.”
“Please stay away from me, I want to go home!”
Mr. Aota lit the tobacco on fire.
“In the slave markets of the Middle East, Japanese women can fetch a very high price, and especially for a girl as beautiful as you, the price must be very good.”
“Aren’t you a college professor? Why would you do such a thing!?”
“A college professor?”
Aota laughed loudly.
“I lied to you, my job is to specialize in human trafficking.”
“Help!”
Aota slapped the cheek of Yori, who was lying on the bed.
“It’s too late now.”
“Don’t! Don’t!”
“You, from now on are going to be the one to be played with.”
“The object of the play?”
“Yes, you will live as an object to be toyed with, that is your destiny!”
Aota got up from his chair and ripped Yori’s one-piece dress away from her bra.
“Stop!”
“Wow! White and red skin yeah! Yori-san, you’re the prettiest, and Ishiyama-san’s vision really isn’t wrong.”
“Is the boss with you too?”
“Sadly, you’re right.”
Aota, who had said the words, ran his tongue over Yori’s peak.
“Don’t! You’re so sweet!”
Aota said glaring at Yori.
” Heart? You say it again and see! My caresses make you heart?”
At that moment the door to the room was suddenly kicked open.
There was a man in a blue suit standing by the door.
“Who is it? You are?”
Aota screamed in panic.
The man in the blue suit, while expressionless, paced back and forth in the room.
“You should have heard who I am.”
Aota suddenly rushed to the door and grabbed the man’s chest.
“Don’t be so rough, my name is Koshinaka.”
The man, whose name was Echino, remained expressionless as he spoke.
“Eh, Mr. Koshinaka, what’s so important about coming over here?”
“As a matter of fact that girl, well, it’s Nitani Yori, I think! She decided on a buyer before she came.”
“The buyer has decided!?”
“Yes, that’s why I came to take her today.”
“Why do you know I’m here?”
“Asked for it from Mr. Ishida at Adem’s bar.”
“Ishida? What did you do to him?”
“Ah, mix him inside the cement and dump him near Tokyo Bay!”
Aoshida’s back gave a shiver.
“Who… is the one who bought this girl as a slave?”
Koshinaka said with a crooked grin.
“It’s Ms. Natori Asako.”
The moment Aota heard the name, his whole body stiffened as if he had been struck by an evil spirit.
“Mr. Aota, it’s dangerous for amateurs to play with fire!”
Mr. Koshinaka murmured.
“I… what will happen?”
Mr. Aota murmured with his hand on the edge of the bed.
“You’re headed for the same fate as Mr. Ishida.”
Koshinaka pulled his pistol out of his back and Aota looked at the tough man.
“Animal… Name Taking Tooth.”
The tough man held a gun to Aota’s forehead.
“Animal, animal, animal…”
A few gunshots were heard in the flash.
Green out brains flew off the white walls.
Yori was shaking on the bed out of fear, so Mr. Echinoe walked over to Yori.
“Ms. Nitani Yori, I’m here to pick you up.”
Mr. Koshinaka said with a smile.
Yori Nitani sat in the back seat of the black bimmer, both hands gripped by the tough man.
“Let’s go!”
Mr. Koshinaka said this about driving.
The Mercedes was speeding down the highway late at night.
B
“What about Ms. Nitani Yori?”
Inside the room with walls painted a deep red and wide, there was a tall woman sitting on a chair placed in the center.
Where is this?
Yori-san muttered in her mind.
“Please answer ah! Ms. Nitani Yori!”
Yori was startled by the woman’s stern voice.
“Yes, yes.”
“My name is Natori Asako, and I am the mistress of this house.”
“Ah…”
From where Yori was standing, she couldn’t get a good look at Toori because the electric lighting wasn’t very bright.
“I bought you with money.”
Tooth said this.
“How so?”
“Your father failed in business and took on a lot of debt, you should know that too!”
Yori nodded.
“Your father cried to me at a loss, so I suggested this.”
“Suggestions?”
“As was just said, buying you from your father’s side is the reason your father was able to get out of the crisis.”
“So…”
Tears floated to Yori’s eyes.
“Father sold me for the company? Lies, you lie!”
“I can understand you not wanting to believe it, because I had the same experience.”
Yori just cried like she was possessed.
Tooth stood up and walked over to Yori to gently stroke its head.
“But, it’s reality!”
Unlike earlier, Tooth spoke in a very gentle tone.
Yori said, shaking her head.
“I don’t believe it!”
“Regardless, from now on, you are my slave.”
“Slaves!?”
Yori kind of doubted what her ears were hearing.