THE LAST CLIENT
Chapter One (complete)
Written and illustrated by by Kazusa Takashima.

http://shi-ran.cjb.net

Scanning: HoneyBunny
Japanese text translation: Cirrus
Editing & touchup: Cirrus
Coordination, additional typesetting & graphics: Cibo
Transcription (9/16/03): SpiralSea

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sfx: *text* = onomatopoeic (otherwise, it is a description of the noise)
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Kazusa Takashima Presents: The Last Client

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The Last Client
Story/Illustration: Kazusa Takashima

Chris: {Inside me is ingrained the smell of gunpowder.}

{What the hell was it that I came to protect in this world?}

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Chris : {Who the hell would grant me forgiveness?}

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(no text)

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Chris: Fuck . . .
{I don't even have any strength left . . .
Behind the reason why I pull this trigger.}
Damn slut . . .
Hooker: Hey there, bro. Wanna play with me?
Come on.
I can take you to heaven and back.
Chris: With _you_? Not a chance.

Hooker: You ungrateful bastard!
Chris: Thanks.

Man's voice: Quit just standing there! Get to work!

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Luke: Wait, Leonardo. Mr. Fowler told us not to mess up his face, remember?
Chris: [I can't stand the look in this punk's face.]

Luke: But anyways . . . It's rare to find an Asian in this place.

But you get your self good clients.
Ain't that right? Aya?

If you behave like a good little boy, you won't get hurt.

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Luke: !

What?

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Chris: Hey, Mister.

What do you think you're doing with my kitty?

Aya: /Haa. Haa./

Luke: You got business with Aya?

Chris: Sorry, but I'm running out of patience.

Luke: No need to get your panties in a knot.

Leonardo: Dammit . . .

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S/fx: *CRASH*

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Luke: Leave it be. I left a note out for him, but Mr. Fowler won't want to hear it.
Chris: Ugh.

Luke: Those who can't keep their cool die young.

Got it Mr. Client?

He's _your_ client, right, Aya? Now be a good boy and take care of him.

Aya: No . . . I've never seen his face before.

Chris: Ah.

Luke: Not from around here, huh?

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Chris: God damn! That hurt!

If you're gonna do it, keep people's feelings in mind, got it?
/It's a law, right?/

S/fx: *Aya sits heavily on bed*
S/fx: *Chris groans*
Chris: Woah!

Hey, I got a proposition to make.
If you're going to take care of me, could you be a bit more gentle about it?

Aya: Let's get this over with.

Chris: Hey! W- - wait a minute!
I - - I wasn't planning on doing this!
Aya: Huh?

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Aya: What are you talking about! I'm not playing around!
Chris: Well, yeah!
Aya: I know that! I know!

Chris: This'll cover 'til morning.
S/fx: *Aya snatches money*
Aya: If you won't do it, then I have no more business with you.

Chris: Are you Japanese?
Aya: You could say that.
Chris: They say your name's Aya?

Chris: What's your real name?

You can call me Chris.

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Chris: Look, stop hanging around those guys.

Hey . . .
It's lonely talking to myself.

Aya: Shut up old man.
Chris: Thanks.

Man, that guy packed quite a kick.
/Yeesh./
Aya: I've never met someone as dumb as you.

"Bend to the impregnable."
It's an old Japanese proverb.

You're of no use to keep around.

You'll die next time.

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Chris: So you're saying that it's best to be strong?

If that's how it is . . .
Then I don't mind being stupid.

Aya: Fine. But don't be one in front of me.
I don't care to see a dead man.

Chris: Oh!

I'll be staying here for awhile, so . . .

Feel free to stop by some time.

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Aya: I'll think about it, if you clean yourself up for once.

S/fx: (Chris sighs?)

Chris: ?

Aya: ["If that's how it is . . .
Then I don't mind being stupid."

How could he say that?]

Aya: Hey there.
I'm free right now . . .

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Aya: So? This much.
How about it?

Aya: [There's nothing in this world with enough value worth protecting.]

Customer: A Japanese, eh? How old?
Aya: Twenty.
Customer: Your name?

Aya: [Even my own . . .]
Aya.
[. . . existence.]

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S/fx: *Knock knock*
Aya: It's me.

Sfx: *door creaks open*
Chris: Oh!

Hey there!
/Come on in./
I was waiting.

Sorry you had to catch me like this.

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Aya: [What horrid scars.]
Chris: I got nothing to wear until the laundry's done.

What, did you forget?

Aya: No . . .

S/fx: *slips money into pocket*

S/fx: *slides leg between Chris's legs*
Chris: Hm?

S/fx: *unzips jacket*
Aya: So how do you like it?

Chris: /Huh?/

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S/fx: *laugh or gasp?*
Chris: Hey!
Look! I told you! You don't have to do this!
Aya: In this get up? I know you want to!

Chris: L - - listen! You said you wanted me to clean up, right?
Aya: Huh?

Aya: What? Are you for real?
That's why you're wearing this?
Chris: Yeah, of course. Get it?

Aya Oh man! You really are such an idiot!
Chris: /Okay, okay!/
S/fx: *Aya laughing*
Chris: What's so funny? All right, already. You're still in between my legs . . .

Aya: [There was someone who would actually do something for _me_.]
/My stomach hurts!/

Aya: [He was a happy, awkward man that would keep smiling like an idiot.]

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Aya: [Why is Chris "paying" for me?

Somewhere along the way, I stopped caring about that.

What's Chris getting out of this for himself?
I started to keep myself at a distance to keep from finding the answer.]

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Aya: [But I didn't have the confidence to . . .

Face the reality that just wouldn't disappear, no matter how hard I struggled.

That's how I started to . . .

Gather up the fragments of a dream, one by one, like I was in a daze.]

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Aya: [If this were a dream . . .
I'd forget about everything the moment I woke up.]
The rooms in this hotel are filthy, and the food's only so-so.
Oh? Isn't the taste kinda strong?

/Hey!/
That reminds me. I haven't seen you drink yet. Do you?

Chris: Well . . .
My old man was a heavy drinker, so I'm pretty bad at it . . .

And this is good for your body.
/Try it. It's not so bad./
Aya: I hate tomato juice.

Chris: Oh.
Aya: Listen.

Lately the guys I know . . .
Chris: /Oh?/
Aya: They say that you've changed.

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Aya: I agree.
Chris: Oh?

Aya: Yeah . . .
I'd say the atmosphere's certainly lightened since we first met.

Chris: Have I gotten cuter?
Aya: /Hah./

Aya: If I keep hanging around an idiot like you, I'll turn into one, too.
S/fx: *Aya stands suddenly*

Chris: Oh? You nervous about that?

Chris: Well then, this idiot will see you off.
Aya: Shut up, will you?

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Aya: You don't have to follow me.

Chris: Fine. Then I'll just stop here.
Aya: Quit following me from now on.
Chris: Eh? Why's that?

Aya: You're a nuisance.

And because . . .
I have other clients.
[Because I don't want you to see me like this.]

Chris: All right. I won't go.

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Chris: Come by tomorrow, got it?
I'll be waiting right here for you.

Leonardo: Yo, Aya.

You seem to be having a lot of fun these days.
Is that English guy that good?
You must've gotten a lot today.

Come on now. What's with that scary face?

Well?
S/fx: *Grab*
Our little kitty won't drop the temper?

S/fx: *Takes Aya's money*

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Leonardo: Looks like your new client's really taken a shine to you.
Let's have a little party at his house, now, hm?

Hurry it up. Show me where he lives.

Aya: Do you have any idea what Fowler will do if he finds out?!

Leonardo: Shut your trap.
You think Mr. Fowler's going to listen to your nonsense?
Aya: Let go of me!

Let go of me!
Chris!

Leonardo: If you don't shut up, I'll break your little arm.
Aya: . . .!
Leonardo: I wonder how much you can do with your mouth and hole with a broken arm or two?

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Chris: So you said you wanted to party?

. . . Sounds like fun.

Aya: C . . .

Leonardo: Perfect timing.
Aya: Idiot! Get away!

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Leonardo: Show us to your room.
Chris: Sure.

But first you have to let go of my kitty.

Leonardo: Yeah?

Looks like the party's off.

Aya: GET OUT OF HERE!
Leonardo: Damn brat!

S/fx: *Chris's footstep*

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Leonardo: Bastard!

S/fx: *Leonardo thuds into wall*
S/fx: *Chris lands from kick*

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Leonardo: Umph!

S/fx: *Click of gun being cocked*
Leonardo: !

Chris: Bastard . . .

How do you like this?

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Chris: Is the party really over?
S/fx: *Pushes gun into Leonardo's head*

Leonardo: Damn you . . .!

You think you're gonna get out of this alive?

Chris: Bring it on.

I'll play cowboy and Indians with you any day.

Hurry up.
Go home and cry to your mama.

Leonardo: Ugh.

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Aya: Chris . . .
Chris: Aya, are you okay?

Aya: Hey.
S/fx: *thud of gun into garbage can*
Chris: Hm?

Aya: What . . .
What the hell are you?

S/fx: *kuh-click*
Chris: Sorry, but I'm unemployed at the moment.

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Chris: And I've run out of business cards.

Narrator: The third man appears! The wheel of fate begins to spin- - !

End Chapter One. To be continued.