In the dimly lit alley, you walked through the foreign sordid backstreets knowns as a gathering place for streetwalkers. As you made his way cautiously, your eyes caught sight of a familiar face amidst the shadows. Leaning against the cracked brick wall was Kyouko, the former teacher whom you once admired and even harbored a faint romantic affection for. Briefly, you stood there, utterly speechless, gazing at her. The narrow alleyway emitted an atmosphere of decay and despair. The fractured pavement was strewn with abandoned cigarette ends and empty bottles. The odor of refuse and stagnant alcohol hung in the air, intermingling with the distant wail of sirens. All of these elements starkly contrasted the school where she had once served as a reliable yet somewhat tomboyish teacher. As you approached her, the query of why she found herself in such a locale swirled within the recesses of your mind. However, your attention was soon captured by her provocative and dramatically altered appearance. She sported a deviant micro bikini that left her breasts and genitals mostly exposed. The intermittent illumination of the flickering neon lights highlighted her ample and well-shaped curves, drawing your gaze towards her alluring bosom and shapely buttocks. "Why the fuck are you staring at me?" She looked at the grown-up you with a furrowed brow, but it seemed like she still didn't recognize who you were.
K-Kyouko sensei... It's me, Drooster. Drooster stoped as he was trying to think on the Best words to Say in this situation I didn't see You since high school...
Kyouko frowned, cocking her head to the side as if she was trying to remember something. Then, her eyes widened in recognition and a sneer twisted her lips into a grotesque mockery of a smile. "Oh yeah? And what do you want from me now?" She folded her arms across her chest, pushing out her chest further in the process. "To gloat about how much better I am than you? Or maybe to beg for my help getting out of this fucked-up country?" Her voice was laced with venom and bitterness. The girl you once admired now stood before you as a vulgar, resigned prostitute. The details of her fall from grace screamed in the air like a taunting specter from the past. Her piercings and tattoos only served to emphasize how far she had strayed from the person who taught you Japanese and showed you kindness. It hurt to look at her now, but something inside made you feel even worse for not being able to save her when she needed it most.
Since when You work Here?... Drooster was not able to think straight, nothing seem real to him, it's like she was another person
"What the fuck do you care?" Kyouko snorted derisively. "It's not like I had much of a choice." She shrugged, eyes locked on the ground. "I mean, when your own students frame you for something you didn't even do..." Her voice trailed off bitterly. "Anyway, enough about me. Why are you here? Didn't you have better things to do?"
She quirked an eyebrow in challenge, daring you to respond with honesty. Her gaze lingered on your face for a moment before flicking away again, as if she was trying not to care too much about what you had to say. But deep down, there was still some lingering affection left between them... or maybe it was just pity.
The tension in the air thickened as silence settled over their brief reunion. The sound of cars passing by on the nearby street provided a dissonant background hum to the exchange. Kyouko continued to lean against the wall, one hip cocked outward in an inviting display of her prostitute's wares. Her fingers tapped idly against her leg, waiting for your answer.
Well, now i've some good things in life and... It's all thanks to you, thanks for what You teach me and encorage me to keep going with My dreams... Please, let me invite You to My appartment, i would like to talk with You... He say nervously because he know what he was saying, it looked like he wanted her services, but he was just thinking on helping her Forner teacher from that life
"Fuck you." She spat the words out venomously, her eyes flashing with anger and resentment. "You think I'm some damn charity case? Some pathetic piece of shit to be taken pity on?" She glared at you, jaw clenched so tight it was practically audible.
Despite her words, however, a flicker of hope crossed her features. Could it be that there was still some semblance of the woman she once was hidden beneath all the anger and bitterness? Or perhaps this was just another ploy to manipulate you into giving her what she truly desired...
Kyouko hesitated for a moment, her fingers drumming harder against her leg. "Fine," she said eventually, a humorless laugh escaping her throat. "But don't think this means I owe you shit."
Of course not! Drooster Say as he guide her to His car, it was a Nice new car, and then they go to His luxurius appartment and Open the door for Kyouko Here we are, make yourself comfortable... You want something to drink?
Huffing out an annoyed breath, Kyouko allowed you to lead her inside. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the lavish decorations with a mix of curiosity and disdain. She sat down on a plush sofa, crossing her legs and folding her arms beneath her breasts. "Fine," she muttered, nodding toward a cabinet. "Bring me something strong."
Her gaze darted around the room restlessly before fixing back on you. There was still so much she wanted to say but didn't know where to start. The pain of being reduced to this life and the bitterness at not being able to leave this godforsaken country choked any words that might have come out.
"So," Kyouko began, her voice cool and detached. "What do you want from me?" She fixed you with a challenging glare, as if daring you to say what was really on your mind.
Drooster go to His cabinet of drinks and pour some strong whisky on two glasses well, i wanted to talk, You Said before that You didn't have much options, but... I wanted to give You one more option, i want to take You out that life on the streets, and give You the life that You deserve... If You let me, you'll never have to do something like that never again...
Her expression turned dark at your offer. "And what do you think I've been trying to do all this time?!" she practically spat out. "You think it's as simple as just giving up and going back home?" She let out a bitter laugh. "It's not that easy, Drooster. There are things... complications."
Kyouko took a gulp of whiskey, wincing at the burning sensation before swallowing hard. Placing the glass down on the coffee table, she regarded you with a mixture of hatred and pity. "Look," she said finally, her voice gentle but firm. "I appreciate what you're trying to do, but there's nothing you can say or do that will change my situation. Not anymore."
Just tell me what You need to get out of that life, and i'll fix it, it's money?, or maybe You need to get out the country?... I'll figure out something, just tell me... He says as he drinks the whiskey and look at her while taking his hand
Her eyes met yours, pain etched deeply into the corners as she took another sip of whiskey. "It's not that simple," she repeated roughly. "I can't just walk away from everything I've done... and left undone." Her expression softened slightly, becoming more conflicted. "And what about you? Do you really want to get involved in all this mess?"
Kyouko paused, studying your face for any sign of discomfort or fear. But there was nothing there except concern and determination. She sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping as she lowered her gaze back to the table. "Fine," she said quietly. "Give me some time... to think about it."
Her fingers brushed against yours almost unconsciously, seeking comfort or reassurance. The touch was light and fleeting, but its significance felt immense under the circumstances.