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Airi & Meiri - Bakamono - 01-16-2010
Airi & meiri had both bowed their heads, as their mother explained the reasoning behind her use of her daughters. "Be good girls for these nice businessmen, and we can all have lots of rice and nice things" - "you won't have to steal anymore meiri, won't that be nice?" she let the rhetorical jibe hang a moment before continuing her nervous re-assurance of us both.
"Mother has said how important this was, and how failure to comply would result in our family dying. For an able woman addressing mere children: she certainly didn't pull any punches. Of course, we couldn't blame her entirely; she had obviously been 'convinced' of this course of action by our father, gutless-puss bag that he was."
Years passed of this misery; bowing and scraping, surrendering our very flesh - to those with connections, those with power - and obviously with that, a cruel streak and aberrant behaviour. To say life was hard would be an under-statement; the coping mechanisms employed however are, needless to say, extreme and abstract.
The girls were trained in the arts, as some of their easier duties involved song, Dance, and musical performance - background entertainment for meetings and the like. Performance became the twin’s first love and solace, sometimes daring to sneak out to play their own compositions, anywhere that would listen. Of course, these occasions were rarer than the girls would have liked; being afforded little time of their own.
At times Meiri felt distanced from Airi, as if they had both picked different paths in dealing with their new 'profession'. Meiri would frequently sneak out to indulge in excess, and, whilst Airi would sometimes accompany her sister; she could not be described as outwardly hedonistic. Indeed, of the two, Airi was the sweeter, polite girl; holding herself well, and adhering to etiquette. Sometimes it crossed meiri's mind that some part of her sister might actually be content with their situation, but that was Madness...Airi has said that "All of this is dust; our time will arrive."
As the years went on the two sisters conspired to end this 'enslavement' and seek freedom. Over the years, some clients had been a lot more pleasant and amenable than others; and so the sisters carefully whispered into the right ears, listened from the darkest corners: they learned to salvage what little they could, in favours and information, in order to find escape.
It was during this time, that Airi began to find.. pliable clients who would treat her with lavish gifts and affection; one 'john' in particular had taken her on sight-seeing flights, and (on one occasion) even let her take the controls! Why she didn't flee that day may be a mystery to a colder mind; but meiri knew that he sister would not abandon her.
One occasion in particular, saw meiri out scouting 'burlesque houses' looking for a convenient place to flee to, for a while. She arrived at discreet location named "Ni-feisu", a maintained establishment; they even had a couple of bodyguards. It wasn't too long before she got to speak to the apparent 'madam' of "Ni-feisu" (named hitomi) who, after sizing meiri up and hearing her story; decided to let the twins stay.
Over the next fortnight meiri returned occasionally, careful to leave no obvious trail.
After a particularly busy day, meiri sat with the madam cracking wise and drinking an amber spiced-liquor when a man stumbled in; obviously too drunk to know decorum, he immediately loosed his flies and began to urinate upon a nearby low-table.
Meiri approached the man: "What the hell do you think you're doing there pal?” Slurring incomprehensibly, the drunkard swung a fist toward meiri, stumbling and spraying fluid haphazardly, he splashed her tremendous boots. This was too much for meiri, she threw a right hook at the drunk; felling the sap before security arrived to drag the idiot out.
Hitomi raised an eyebrow as meiri returned to the table "That was quite something.." she complimented, raising her glass. Meiri sighed "O that was nothing: you should see what I have planned for my father". At that Hitomi mentioned that she there was someone meiri had to meet, and led her to a curtained room.
A lady sat straight-backed, at the far end of an oval table, her face was scarred and her flight suit was in a style from decades ago; more function than fashion. She eyed Meiri sternly, her gaze seeming to see right into the core of young girl.."Hitomi's told me your story meiri-chan; you and your sister obviously have the motivation..and the drive. You and I are about to find out if you have the heart to commit your whole self to the cause.."Meiri stared into the ladies cobalt-veined eyes.."I am ready".
..Meiri dragged the corpse to the end of the alley; Akai's eyes fell upon the once cruel
and subversive wretch and nodded. "His weakness for lust betrayed him, the leak has been neutralised; nice job meiri: you have proved your mettle, but next time try and keep them in one piece - it would be a mercy if his family could identify him; now let's shake it.."
She stood in a circular room, a golden light played across the scarred surfaces of deep
red wood, alternately revealing and enshrouding the features of Women who encircled the centre.
Meiri stood facing a lady dressed in some kind of formal kimono, a dusty coloured plinth obscured her view of the lady’s fidgetings with a long, dark wooden cask. Meiri could not help but stare at the people surrounding her; A man stood in the shadows near the door, head-hung as if in prayer.
Though all dressed formally - some wore dress-inform, whilst others wore silk robes similar to the lady before her. All wore solemn expressions, their faces intent on the ceremony before them. The priestess asked the question, and meiri replied "I have cast off the old life, and commit my gift of creation and my life to the sisterhood. There is no going back. I am a sister forever more" The priestess raised the box to head height as a bilious cloud of orange enveloped Meiri's face; she breathed as deep as she dared, feeling the dream settling into her flesh and bones ; invigorating her. She felt stronger, clearer and teetering the edge of control - balancing between mastery of her body and raw power - perfection.
In the same moment, meiri knew deep down that she would never bear child and knew the sacrifice; she would never be a mother, she was being honed into a catalyst.
Meiri was eager to return to her sister to relay the good news but all she could manage was "I got us a place to stay!" as things with her sister had taken a turn for the worse.
[Airi's adventure: soon]
Eventually the fell day came when the girl’s plans were executed, though of course; things never proceed as expected.
It was an evening, they had been escorting two 'business-men' around countless bars and clubs on new tokyo; their father had made sure that they returned to the hotel suite with their rich clientele; Meiri had, unusually, been led to another room by a stumbling suit; he stooped with his back to her, picking up a mean looking whip. Meiri wasted no time, she swung the blackjack across the back of the wretches skull; a second crack made sure he wouldn't be inflicting any more cruelty anytime soon.
A muffled cry came from across the hall, meiri flew silently through the doors to assist her sister. She arrived to find the 'john' with his socks in his mouth, and Airi with a riding-crop in her hand. Meiri's face twitched with confusion, and with a dismissive gesture, Airi quickly clubbed the man unconscious. Only one obstacle remained between the pair and their scheduled meeting with Airi's sugar daddy.
Father stood in the guest lounge, grinning smugly as he tapped away on a datapad, sipping his bowl of brandy. He started at the sight of Airi, a quiver of fury crossed his face as he demanded to what was happening, where the client was, and what she was doing jeopardising their lively-hood?! He backhanded her; hitting her face badly, Airi swooned and vomited a mouthful of blood. Meiri crept up quickly, a gag drawn ready; as her sister rose striking the pig full-force with a heavy table lamp, breaking ribs, meiri gently lowered and roughly pulled taut the gag: to wrap the winded 'mans' head tight. With knots tied and clothes pilfered, the twins mused upon their options..they had the pig at their mercy.
What followed could be described as cold blooded by some; although there was nothing dispassionate about this vengeance to the girls.
Inhuman howls and screams filled the room, and when they finally ceased; the girls left the room, blood seeping under their feet, covering their forearms. In the end; death had been a mercy.
A quick sprint and a rinse later led the twins to the roof access. Relief flooded through the pair, as their forged passcard read green. Running across the sporadically lit flat, they saw their escort drop down from the clouds, tilting as it made for them. With stuffed bags in tow, the twins hearts were racing as they careened toward the beckoning bay doors.
***
Once out in the open the girls habitually used their 'professional' skills in order to
survive. Moving from place to place, though the sisters held their dream of becoming
artists close to their hearts, they were often separated by the necessities of work: meiri would train for long hours, whilst Airi would speak with other sisters, or other political minds; seeking allies and new lines of approach. Of course, Airi had to be inducted and so was taken to see Akai, where a similar ceremony was conducted - when it came Airi's time to inhale the sacred cardamine, she breathed great lungsfuls of it, clearing the air before her - the orange cloud that had hung in the air for minutes at meiri's initiation had disappeared in seconds. One of the circle took a step forward, to aid Airi - expecting a seizure or worse; but Airi's stance was calm - she mouthed the formal reply slowly, a smile playing across her face for a moment. Now the sisters were joined in this act, no distance would separate them for long again, they knew that family - would always lead them back home.