Tokyo-Zion Academy Times

Chapter Five: Exhibitionism:

March 3rd, 2010.

Anna pretended to be asleep as she took in her husband's gentle touch. Her heart rolled in her chest dressed up in marital bliss. Last night unlocked new heights of ecstasy. Her eyes fell upon her white-pink wedding kimono as it lay slumped over in the chair in the corner. Tsuzuki called it her wrapping paper last night.

"You are my present," he whispered after they consummated their marriage. Anna's mind settled back in bliss as her husband rested his arm around her. He rested his chin on her shoulder. She happily closed her eyes. I don't want this feeling to end, she thought. The sun would be up soon.

Anime Involved: Gurren Laggan and Gundam 00

Creator: Noizchild

Genres: Hentai, Drama, Romance, Shoujo, Comedy

Rating: Y

Summary:
This is a reference to Andy Warhol's factory. Isn't really a full-on series. Just some stories slapped together in no particular order. Kind of like how Warhol's work was. Doesn't make sense at all, but you just can't help but to like it.

Factory

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Chapter Two: Top and Bottom:

March 1st, 2010.

7:00 p.m.

Tsuzuki sat in a bar near the guest house that he and Anna were staying in. He still had one more gift to give her for her birthday. Shinto priests came in abundance in this country and the shinigami needed to find the right one. Tsuzuki looked along the bar to his left. A man near the other end drew his attention. He looked about fifty in his jeans and t-shirt and had just finished his last shot. Go over to him, instinct told Tsuzuki. The shinigami got up and walked over to the man. He looked up to see Tsuzuki smiling at him. He raised an eyebrow at the guy.

"Uh… can I help you?" he asked.

"Mind if I sit down?" Tsuzuki asked. The other man shook his head.

Where do madams start? Sandra used to a stripper before she owned the club. She had a man that she adored deeply. That little kitty could only go up. But then, the man left her. She was weak at first, but then she got back on her feet. Today, she doesn't have to work anymore. Yet, her past still wants a piece of her and her money. Looks like she'll have to drill the word "no" in its head-- again.

Chapter Four: The Chariot:

I looked and noticed a picture of a girl and myself as teenagers in an open field. I didn’t start this business alone, you know? I had a really good friend come and help me.

Her name was Leona. She has been my friend since we were little kids. She’s the one who gave me the idea for the company in the first place. The born of Royal Airs started our junior year of high school. I was bored in class one day and started drawing airplanes. Leona leaned over my shoulder and watched my hands more across the paper. She jotted down a little note and passed it to me.

What are you drawing?

Sins of Women

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Chapter Two: The Empress:

The first woman to set me on this path is my mother. She pretty much shaped my life with women when I was growing. Our house was pretty much her kingdom. My sister and I were her loyal subjects. I label her as the empress because she is as such in my life. In her younger days, she looked like a queen. She grew up as the center of attention. My mother just had to have all eyes on her. She wasn’t the type of woman who was took no for an answer. That went to her children.

It’s a wonder she could never hold onto a boyfriend for long. Every man in her life eventually got fed up with her and left. I wished I could’ve done the same thing. Okay, let me back up a little bit. My mother grew up in poverty. On top of that, she was the youngest of nine girls. Naturally, she wanted to be a queen. From the age of three, she viewed herself as a princess. Her father first placed this notion in her head. He called her his little princess. From there, the legend of the empress was born.

Sins of Women

Jewel isn't the only one with eyes for Bianca. Other men want her too. Add the fact that she leads them on and that is asking for trouble for her and Jewel. There is so much one cam take over time. Plus, the club gets a new girl. She's only eighteen and winning clients over. Cat fights ahead. Look out!

Creator: T.J. Velasquez

Genres: Dark, Drama, Erotic, General, Hope, Original, Tragedy

Rating: MA

Bianca

Friday Night. Alice’s was a bar that had just saved itself through reinvention. Many thought that it was a lost cause, but the owners managed to pull a miracle and turn it around. Today, Alice’s stood proud in Okinawa’s busy night. Jewel Yang sat at the bar with what looked like a cigarette in his mouth. His eyes were out blank at the various faded geisha posters behind the bar. He normally didn’t go to bars. They were just his excuse to get away from his wife. In fact, he liked to play a little game in his head with the clock. He looked up at it right now. Only seven o’clock. He pulled out his cell phone and looked at the screen. No calls yet. Ha! Like she’d ever call him! She’s probably screwing that single father next door. Jewel wasn’t stupid about what was going on. Yet, did he do anything about it? “Better him than,” he reasoned over the past year. Jewel and his wife had grown to hate sex with each other. Both would come up with different excuses to get out of the chore. His wife sought out other men while Jewel hung around the city at night. “Anything not to hear her mouth…” he thought.

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I remember the night I met Kitty. It was a fashion show two years ago for a fundraiser. Heh, fundraiser! I almost laugh at that word. It’s just an excuse to show off how rich you are. Sure, they say it’s for a good cause, but that’s just to make them feel better about themselves. They can’t fool me. But, I’ll save that for another rant. Back to the current story.

I somehow got invited out to this fundraiser. That lets you know what kind of people were holding this fashion show. So, yeah… I sat in the front row waiting for the models. Let’s be real here, I wasn’t there for the models or the show. I was just there for the wine. Yes, I’m not going to lie to you guys. Like I said before, I am a drunkard. I love wine. Hell, I love any sort of alcohol! This is not the point however. This is all about Kitty and I don’t think she would want me to go off on a tangent about my love affair with alcohol. So, back to her story.

I sat in the front row with my beer in my hand. No one seemed to notice me. That’s how it usually is. I am the decay of society and therefore, people must look away in disgust. I get thoughts like these over booze. My mind retreated further into my thoughts when the curtains drew up to begin the show. The lights grew dim and the spotlight flashed on bright. The president of the wine company hosting this fundraiser stepped out on stage. Wine company holding a fundraiser, ironic, I know. The man looked out at the audience.