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Name: Sakai Noriko
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: February 14th, 1970
Blood Type: B
Function: Psychologist



Born on Valentine's Day, her parents had hoped that she would gain the spirits of such a day as well. Sweet and gentle, the ideal for how a woman should be in that time and age. Such thoughts were bound to her, always. Her younger brother's birth came as a complete surprise. And yet, her parents could not find the heart to abandon him when still a zygote. So a still mindless two-year old Sakai Noriko was granted a brother, younger by two years, Sakai Tetsuya. A younger brother that's been loved by her,always; yet despised at the same time.

Oh look at your brother, so young and yet he's already managed to grasp the ideas of chess.

From school to social relations, he was always better than her in their parents' eyes. While he continued to be the top student in his grade, Noriko continued to be the untamed girl of her grade. Despite her good girl appearance, what flickered behind her eyes were the thoughts of a rebel. Or just a teenage who sought attention, wanted some comfort, to be addressed in her own family not because her brother needed a comparison.

Your brother will surely enter a prestigious high school! Ah, Noriko, how could you have disappointed us so?

Apparently grevious words like these were fuel to her fire, at the age of 15, she finally got up and left the family. Oh no, not sneaking out in the middle of the night.

Fuck all of you, I hope hell has reserved spots for you all.

Never like that, it was not to Noriko's liking. A duffle bag packed and slung over her shoulder, Sakai Noriko was a freed lady at the age of 15, wandering the streets of Tokyo. Surely this is a better city, it's where dreams come true after all! The sights, people, feeling, and aroma of the city intoxicated her. She drifted from one agency to the next, wanting to perhaps try her luck at something that would eventually put her on the front covers of a magazine, a book, a T.V. series. Anything!

You're very beautiful, Sakai-san, but...

It's always been about her age and her education, the lack of both, in other words. No one would take on such a troublesome girl. So she learnt to apply make-up, to dress in the most scandalous of clothes for an appearance as old as she can possibly go by. And then it was the excuse of they're looking for a fresh and clean image rather than a sulty seductress. Whom would believe that such a sweet face could harbour such flames deep down.

A calender year slid by without warning, and Noriko found herself frequenting the back alleys more and more. Sleeping on a straw mattress in an abandoned building has become the norm, going without food for a couple of days was the new regular comings and goings of her daily life.

Someone like you... why don't you come with me?

A ray of light.
Prince Charming in a slump like this.
Noriko could not help the instant gratitude filled up her entire being when that hand was extended to her. Instead of beating her for attempting to steal money from his pockets, he had smiled and kindly took her in. Underneath his wing, given clothes, food, a warm bed, a roof over her head. Always.

But you have to work for this.

Of cousre!

And she found herself on the same streets at night, back against wall, looking at the passing people. Oh, but she is no longer in her dirtied rags of clothes, but back to the beautiful attires that she had dressed herself in months ago. A cigarette at the corner of her lips, a bottle of alcohol in her free hand, her eyes searched and locked to anyone who would appear interested.

And the price?

Why don't we discuss that later?

And it's one client after another, one hotel after another 'till dusk, until she'll finally return her tired body back to that warm house she had taken such a liking to. To smile at the man that had given her such warmth, even if she knows such a job is more disgusting. But he didn't mind, so she wouldn't. His kisses will replace those strangers' kisses. His touches will erase those others' touches. He... he... he... he is everything in her world.

Miss, you're two months pregnant.

Two years later, Noriko thought she finally saw the hope in her world. If she has their child, then surely she would be more important, she would be his. And only his. Only his.

I have to tell you som...

Pause.
Freeze.
Did she just hear her world shatter all around her?

Who the fuck is she?!

None of your business?

But we are...

Nothing. You're just another one of my girls.

That man, her Prince Charming, when did he sink so low? When had she become so blinded? Collecting whatever money she could find, this time, she did leave when the night is the darkest, quietly out of this man's life. No where would accept her, no where would sympathize her, until some back alley doctor would agree.

Coat hanger to the rescue? Hah!
She saw her baby metamorphasize into a pool of blood, she felt the last 18 years of her life brush her by. No more, that sweet girl Sakai Noriko. No more. She would not allow it.

Whatever money she had saved managed her through the remaining years of high school. Yes, she had gone back to school, with tail tucked in between her legs, head down. Defeated, apparently, but the same fire still burned within. Older than all the teeanagers around her, she was not afraid to utilize her looks and whatever skills she had picked up from her former career to charm and break. From students to teachers, all is fair in love and war, no?

No more stupid thoughts, Noriko.

She was determined. If she was rejected because of all these, then she will make sure that no one can ever reject her because of the same things again! High school was graduated from without any lingerings or regrets. University proved to be more difficult than the three years past, not in her academic pathway, but more in the financial pathway. The money from her past life had barely managed to get her into the first semester of university, threatening to expel her ass out of the rest of her life.

To lower or to...?
To lower.

All is fair.
This time, it will just be for viewing pleasures.
The strict rules of her new moonlight work place. These lovely ladies will dance in the nude for you, but oh you will not touch. You will not.

With her ever sweet face of a young girl, it was impossible to tell her real age as she would grow. Birthday and Valentine's Day, they'll always be alone. She will always take that day off from work, just lie in bed and watch as the clock tick away yet another age of her life. Nothing, absolutely nothing, will stir the deepest parts of her again.

And so, eight years later, moonlight no longer necessary, Noriko will wave good-bye to yet another dark chapter of her life with haste. Her M.D. title granted so many possibilities, for the second time in her life, she thought she saw another ray of light. Oh but this time, she will approach with caution.

Two years in a junior high school as school counsellor. Oh heavens, kill her! These kids are absolutely horrifying with their stupidity and illusions of grandeur. Oh please, on one really cares about your retarded little boyfriend who probably doesn't even like you anyways. Needless to say, she moved on quickly without hesitation.

Four years working for a parole board, her right eyebrow must have threatened to stay elevated and never come down again. Bullshit, all of this crap. What the hell do they take her for? Lying through those rotten teeth, her impatience saw her leaving once again.

Insurance, surely it'll give her something to do. Two years of the same freaking thing every single day? Crying, wailing, cheating and lying, Noriko wondered if there is any amusement in the world left at all.

Surely, there must be some entertainment to life than these mundane people and their pathetic little problems.



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