Chapter Three: She is Scheming:

    While the cops and the previous owner were doing the paperwork, Naoko and his doll down sat in the booking station waiting. Awkward silence flattened them both like a tripped sumo wrestler. Naoko glanced over at his new doll. She looked so pissed off right now. He couldn't blame her. He would be mad too if he had just been traded off to a complete stranger. But yet... If she wasn't frowning so much, the girl would look pretty from her profile. Now that he thought about it, it wouldn't be so bad having her around him....

    "What are you looking at?!?" a voice snapped him back into reality. Naoko quickly looked up startled. His doll glared at him coldly. Her soon-to-owner looked at her, feeling nervous again. She looked really scary right now. Yet, the vagabond decided to try and communicate with the cat anyway.

    "Uh... Is... something wrong?" Naoko asked. The cat snorted and looked away.

    "I'm being traded from one Hell to another!" she barked. The mouse looked at her confused.

    "Huh?" he asked. The girl snorted again.

    "Don't you know anything?" she questioned. Naoko looked at her blankly.

    "No," he said slowly. "I just got in this city. I am a vagabond. The police arrested me and dragged me into this mess." The girl sighed out loud. Oh the poor clueless dummy... Oh well, time to tell him the ugly truth. The girl turned around to him.

    "You're new, huh?" she asked. Naoko nodded.

    "That's what I've been saying all along!" he whimpered. The girl looked at him. She prepared herself to tell the bitter truth.

    "Neo-Tokyo... is a man's world!" she complained. "The men own everything! They think they can just take anything they want and own it! We girls are just part of those possessions! We are just props to men! Sex toys, tools, props! It's degrading! I hate it! You saw with my previous owner that he was a total jerk! I had to put up with his crap for two years! Two years! Two fucking years of that abuse and degrading behavior towards me!"

    "But I thought that you were the one who caused the trouble for him?" Naoko interrupted confused. The girl sneered at him harshly.

    "He drove me to it!" she argued. "That man is nothing but an evil bastard! Misogynist and a user! He just uses the women in his life to make himself look better!" The doll snorted aloud again. "Now, I've been thrown away and given to another little bastard that is obviously an idiot about this place!" she barked. "I don't even know you! The police don't even know you and they paired us up together! For all we know, you could be a serial killer on the loose. How nice of them to stick with a potential pervert and killer! They enforce tough laws to protect the men, but they don't give a shit about the women! They could be raped, killed, and dismembered by a man. But do these men in the city care? No, they just threw away women like cheap little dolls and try to find newer and better ones for their own sick purposes! Neo-Tokyo's finest, people! Neo-Tokyo's fucking finest!" Naoko stared on at her like she had lost her mind just now.

    "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I don't want this either..." he mumbled. The catgirl looked at him angry/confused.

    "Huh? So you're saying that you're planning to dump me like a cheap toy?!?" she snapped. "Ohhh good! You'd make the owner that I'd had for the shortest time in the whole history of the city!"

    "No, that's not what I meant..." the mouse boy tried again. The girl looked at him oddly now.

    "Then, what are you saying?" she asked. The vagabond fidgeted in his seat a little bit.

    "You see," he started up again. "I'm a vagabond. I just wandered into this city this morning from another town. The police stopped me and arrested me. And well, you can figure out what happened from there. I don't want any of this more than you do. I just got forced into this arrangement like you were." The kitty thought about that for a moment. He doesn't want this as much as she doesn't, huh? This could come in use for later... The cat looked up at him, not looking so bitter anymore.

    "What is your name?" she asked the mouse boy. Naoko blinked at her for a moment.

    "Naoko," he said. The girl finally smiled at him.

    "I'm Pandora," the catgirl said. Both bowed to each other. Step one of the contract between doll and owner was complete. They had now communicated. Only missing was the paperwork to come in within the next seventy-two hours. Just enough time for Pandora to let her plans of rebellion seep into the vagabond.