Paradise Kiss Page #3

is a place to live.

I've got a spare room.

At your place?

Is that a problem?

This way.

You are a rich kid.

I knew it.

The guest room.

En suite toilet and bath.

George's going to sink his fangs

right into Caroline.

Don't worry. He's a gentleman.

George?

Who's here?

Those are womans shoes.

There's tons of womans things

here.

A grown man

still making womans clothes, huh?

What do you want?

Oh, I was just feeling fatherly.

Come have dinner with us.

Oh, stop it!

You know he won't come.

It's plain as day on his face.

What's that?

There is someone here.

We're interrupting. Let's go.

You're unpacked?

Yeah.

Let's go eat, then.

Your parents?

I don't have 'parents'. That was

my birth mother, and her lover.

I'm the son of a rich creep

who got his mistress pregnant.

She lives in the penthouse.

He comes to see her, and drops in here

when he's in the mood.

What will it be?

Housewarming soba noodles?

Im the son of a rich creep

who got his mistress pregnant.

Is it someone else's fault

you walked in here?

What do you want to do?!

'Morning.

What do you want?!

Just to watch you sleep.

I locked it!

I have the key.

Breakfasts ready.

'Morning.

How's Yukari?

You didn't try anything, did you?

You did?! I knew it!

Next on her road to hell,

she needs a job.

'High-school graduate'...

'High-school graduate'...

'High-school graduate'...

What good's a top school

if you didn't finish?

Cabaret Hostesses

No Experience Necessary

seiji...

Hello, George Koizumi.

Is that work you had still going?

What am I doing here?

You wanted work.

Someone canceled. You're lucky.

But why me?

I recommended you.

You'll be fine.

Ms. Hayasaka, we're ready.

You're on. Go for it.

Excuse me a second...

Tokumari, Hiroyuki

Koizumi George

Yeah?

Are you crazy?

They want professional models!

I can't do this!

Scared?

I'm leaving.

Then you'll never model again.

I don't care. I can't do this.

Do it anyway.

Make Seiji and me look bad...

...and I'll guide you down

the road to hell myself.

Yukari..

What?

I know you can do this.

The girl we found has

as much glamor as any pro.

I took it as a souvenir.

That's so tacky!

But how is it?

Not bad.

You went in uniform?

It makes me feel confident.

Proud oi it, huh?

There's lots you could have worn.

Everything I've ever made.

That was my first dress,

when I was five.

Five?! What are you, a genius?

Yeah.

Can I hit you?

I'm like you.

Your mom decided things for you,

and my talent decided them for me.

Neither of us had a choice.

Some call it genius,

some call it prison.

So all your history

is in this room...

I'll never sell any of these.

They all have memories.

The first thing I ever made,

the first time I found my own style...

But it seems like a waste.

They're so beautiful.

I don't intend for them

to always be sitting here.

I want someone special

to wear them.

Clumsy.

Gee, sorry!

Who could that be?

Parents?!

Yes?

George! Let's have a party!

That's so cute!

And then there's this one?

It's nice, isn't it.

Are you done yet?

I'm not a cook!

They're just samples.

You want one, George?

Yeah, right!

So you got a job?

Yep.

Designing for Filange!

The genius did better.

He's going to Paris.

So tonight we celebrate!

Cheers!

They're picking up the tempo.

Paris?

It's not for sure. Get chopping.

How do you know Team Beautiful?

In a nutshell...

...did her...

...did her...

...did her...

...didn't do her.

You really are your father's son,

aren't you.

I'll keep my eye on 'didn't do'.

Didn't do you, either.

Hey, George...

Can we see that room?

What room?

A room of dresses.

You'll love it!

I want to see it!

I don't let drunks in there.

They're special clothes.

Only special women touch them.

I guess last time I was special, then.

I'll just go and see for myself.

You're drunk.

I'm just going to look.

And this is the guest room.

Will you look at that view!

This isn't what I wanted to see.

What's between you and George?

Are you just classmates?

Or is it more than that?

You're jealous?

I'm sorry we barged in.

But don'! worry.

I don't have my eye on George.

What I have my eye on

is a dream.

And passion.

He's always been the genius,

and I've been the slugger.

I work at ii bit by bit...

...while he does everything

in flashes of inspiration.

But I won't let him beat me.

That's all it is.

But will you be OK?

You're too distracted now...

Modeling is more than just

walking around in a dress.

What's up?

At least you could knock!

You're in a good mood.

You must have a great dress.

We're done, and it's great.

I'll celebrate my job

by taking first prize.

Oh yeah? Ours is almost there, too.

Forget that dress.

What?!

Wait!

George!

It's almost done!

Yeah!

Here.

But we're almost finished!

We can't start all over again!

This is the one.

That's easy for you to say!

Mr. Kisaragi, instructor slash

professional make-up artist?

Ah, George Koizumi's 'father'!

Could I talk to you?

George Koizumi's future?

He'll be graduating soon,

and as his 'father'...

...I want to think seriously

about his career.

Do you think hell be able

to do well as a dressmaker?

Give me your honest opinion.

If young Koizumi goes pro,

they'll crush him.

Most people struggle

to find their talent.

But he's had that talent

right from the very start.

For him it's natural.

For him, making clothes...

...is like breathing.

But as a pro,

you don't breathe freely.

There are restrictions,

and problems put in your way.

When someone clamps a hand

over his mouth...

...he won't be able to fight back.

It's been too easy, then?

That's my fault

for pitying him, I guess.

But I'm glad to hear that.

Now my conscience is clear.

He can work for me.

As a salary man?

Why not?

We're society's engine, you know.

Not artists.

'Morning.

What's in these?

Paradise Kiss consignments.

They were all returned.

We didn't sell a thing.

I guess nobody wants our clothes.

That's not true! I do.

But this decides it.

I'm afraid Para Kiss is dissolved.

Dissolved?

You're breaking up?

That was the deal.

Having fun and making it work

are two different things.

If it didn't work, we'd quit.

Now we'll all go our own ways.

When the show's over,

I'm going to Paris.

I'll be a lone warrior,

going around the maisons.

For how long?

All my life, maybe.

So...

...this dress will be the last one

we ever make together.

The last dress

we ever make together...

Hayasaka residence...

Suguru, is Mom there?

No. She's really mad, you know.

I've never seen her this mad

Why don't you come home?

Aren't you tired yet?

With Dad posted away..

-..Mom's got to be Dad; too,

and it? hard.

She's trying her best.

You really are

a lot smarter than me.

Suguru, would you give Mom

a message?

Caroline!

Miwako! I'm here.

George's already here.

Why didn't you come with him?

Did you have a fight?

No, we didn't.

How many more?!

Lots and lots!

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