"How did you get all the way to Japan from the States?" Aimee asked, "How many times have you been sold kid?"

Sang was a big man compared to most Korean men, he reached almost 6 foot 2 and was pretty muscular as well. He took Takuya's punches and then knocked the boy in the jaw with one of his own.

"You work on my schedule now," Sang growled, "I want you on time and showing up every day, and the only way to make sure of that is by making you move in."

"Christ," Aimee shook her head and then dug into her coat pocket for a pack of cigarettes. When she found them she quickly pulled one out, then sighed, "Last one, dammit." She lit it quick and then took in a deep breath on it, "I'll pick up more at the store, they have to sell cigs along with hooker shit."

"No I have to be there for my mom.... She is still a drunk....." He said as he saw his mother walking toward them. "M....Mom... what are you doing here??" He asked with a confused look on his face.

Takuya's mother looked from her son directly to the man that was seemingly arguing with him. "are you the man that gave my son all of that money?" she asked looking at him with a stern look the look she normaly had when she was going to talk buisness.

"Yes, I am. Your son owes me a lot of money," Sang replied.

"Right there," Aimee stopped midstep, almost missing the store herself, and then pointed at it, "This is the place, pretty sure. Sure looks like it."

Takuya's mother looked at him then smiled I have some buisnes I would like to discuss with you." She said then looked at her son with no regret in her eyes. "I need more money nd I was wondering how much I could get if i sold him to you." She said without a pause or any trace of remorse in her voice.

Takuya looked at her shocked. "........ You Bitch!!" He yelled looking at her now rage instead of shock in his eyes. "After all i have done for you!!!" He yelled then tore away from sang and stormed off towards the bar.

"How much?" Sang asked without a pause, though he eyed the woman sceptically. Even if he bought Takuya off of her she'd still have to pay back the loan he took out in the first place, and she didn't exactly look like a responsible person.

Aimee followed him in and immediatly started to strip off her gloves and untie her scarf, "Shit, it's hot in here.." She mumbled before the outfits set up on display. She nearly fell on her face herself, "Damn!"

"You would have him like you would in your original agreement to pay off the debt that he owes you but instead of letting him go when you have your money you will just keep him to do with what you wish." She said as if she were talking about a piece of property rather than her son.

Takuya finaly got back to the bar and went inside to cool off. He was pissed off that his mother could do such a thing but he couldn't say he was surprised. He knew it wasn't going to be long before she got back into trouble but he hadn't expected anything like this. He sat down at the bar and looked at Damien who was grabbing himself a drink and sighed.

Damien looked at the boy who was sitting at the bar and grinned. "Welcome back." He said then took his drink and sat at one of the tables.

Takuya grunted in reply and left the front of the bar to go to one of the bedrooms in the back where he flopped on the bed and just thought.

"We'll see," Sang replied, "I'm not going to buy someone who won't work, I'll get back to you by the end of the week with an offer."

Aimee snorted, "The closest thing to it would probably be that see-through crotch cloth. Ready to get slutted up?"

Sang pulled his cell from his pocket and checked who was calling. He answered in Korean then continued to talk in a language Damien could understand, "What is it?"

Aimee grabbed onto his arm and pulled him through the aisles of "clothes", stopping to pick up interesting ones and holding them out to Vander for his input on them.

"Metaphorically, I did," Sang snickered, "His mother is offering him to me for a big chunk of money. If he works like I want him to I might do it."

Aimee snickered, "You won't get much attention in something that covers. Go for ass floss or something elaborate that you can strip off."

"Did he pick up his shit? I told him he's moving in already."

"You're in the wrong business for that," Aimee laughed and then pushed Vander off to the dressing rooms so she could start hunting down clothing for him.

"His mother came in earlier and dropped all of it off so it is all in his bedroom." He said with a slight laugh. "She realy must not like him." He said.

Takuya had already sorted through all of his things and moved it into the dresser that was next to the bed. He sighed thinking about how much he hated his mother at that exact moment. He flopped back down on the bed and waited to be summoned by sang to do something.