Slaves of Insanity

Part 6

The door chime rang out as footsteps entered the shop. "Hey, Utaaa!" Itori sang as she waltzed closer to them holding a black bag. She stopped in her tracks as her eyes fell upon the woman sitting by Uta's feet. She was wearing his clothes. Not only that, but she was seated next to his feet as if she was on display. Itori couldn't help but feel the twinge of jealousy rise up from her chest. "Got a mini-me there?" she asked throwing a nod at Leeloo.

"For the moment." He answered as he stood.

"Whats with the collar? I didn't know that you was into that kinky shit." She teased not sure if it was making her feel better or worse.

"The collar came with the girl." He mused. "She wont let me touch it."

Itori sat the black bag down on the counter before she walked slowly over to the woman. Leeloo fidgeted where she sat, throwing unsure looks in Uta's direction. He gave her a nod telling her that Itori was okay. Leeloo relaxed only slightly, keeping her eyes on the other woman.

"Whats your name?" She asked as she knelt down to Leeloo's level.

"Leeloo." Uta answered from behind.

"Leeloo? What kind of name is that?!" Itori laughed.

"One that I gave her." He spat out in his usual smooth and uncaring voice.

Itori turned her head to look at him. "You named her?"

Uta nodded as he picked up the black bag and brought it over to Itori. "She has a gash on the back of her head. I need you to fix it."

Itori nodded as she took the bag from the man. "Lets have a look." she smiled as her hand darted out to touch Leeloo.

Leeloo panicked and quickly smacked the woman's hand away from her. She pulled away from the woman and tried to put as much distance as she could between them. Itori looked at her with a shocked expression. Her head slowly turned to Uta. "How do you expect me to do this?"

"I don't know. She let's me touch her." He said casually.

Itori's face immediately went to an expression of disgust as she misunderstood what her friend meant. Uta's head cocked to the side as it sank in. He sighed as he knelt down beside Leeloo. He held his hand out to her. She eyed it suspiciously before submitting her gloved hand into his. He softly pulled it, giving her an unspoken command to come closer. And she did.

"Leeloo, you need stitches in your head. Let Itori help you." He whispered bringing her even closer to him. Leeloo nodded as she settled herself in front of Itori with her back turned, giving her complete access to her wound. Itori shot Uta a very disapproving look before moving Leeloo's hair out of the way so she could see the damage.

"Holy shit..." She whispered as she finally got a good look at it. "How did this happen?"

"Juuzou." Uta answered with hints of anger falling from his voice. "He was trying to bust her head open when I found her."

"Juuzou?" She asked looking up from her sewing kit. "She is pretty lucky to have survived. Why was he after her?" She asked as she pulled out a saline bottle, preparing to clean the wound as best she could.

"I don't know." He answered.

"She doesn't smell like a ghoul." Itori mumbled to herself.

"She isn't human either. I told you. I told all of you when you were here last night."

"How do you know?!" Itori shot back with irritation.

"I have a feeling...and because she has a power. Its like a defense." He told her feeling embarrassed at how silly it sounded when he had said it aloud.

Itori couldn't help the laugh that escaped her lips. She momentarily put her needle down."What do you mean a power?" She giggled.

"I don't know what it is exactly. But when she touches her bare hands to skin, something happens. Its weird... She done it to Juuzou. He froze. He stopped trying to kill her for a moment. Which as you know, is very unlike him. He even popped a boner, right then and there." He told the woman chuckling.

"But how? Haven't you heard the rumors about Juuzou?" She asked not believing her friend's story.

Uta nodded. "I have and I know them to be true. I knew Big Madame."

"Then Juuzou shouldn't be able to get sexually aroused that easily, Uta" She said looking at the man. "Was she uhh...you know....touching him?" She looked back to Leeloo's head and continued her work with a face as red as it could get.

"No. She was only touching his face."

"Then how do you know?"

"I just do."

"Nobody will believe you."

"Itori! I don't care if nobody believes me. I know its true because she touched me too." He spat his voice losing its cool, calm demeanor.

The woman pulled her hands away from Leeloo's head as she stared at him. "What do you mean?"

"I gave her a shower-"

"Why didn't she do it herself?" Itori cut him off. Her jealousy overly-abundant.

"She can't do anything by herself. She didn't even know how to turn the damn thing on. Look at her, Itori. She was somebody's slave or pet or something. I wasn't trying to have sex with her. I was trying to help her. This isn't really a normal situation." He told her. "But, As I was saying, I was giving her a shower. I tried to take her collar off. She grabbed my wrist. I can't really explain what happened. It was like I wasn't here anymore. She, we, were in my brain." He trailed off looking down at the woman that he was talking about. She looked back up to him with an apologetic gaze.

"What happened then?" She asked entranced by his story.

"Nothing." He replied simply. "She let go of me and I was back in the bathroom."

Itori was quiet as she packed her supplies back into the bag. Uta could only imagine what she was thinking. It probably wasn't good.

"She needs better clothes." She finally stated as she stood. "I think I have some at home that is too small for me. They might be just right for her."

"Thanks Itori." Uta sighed. He was thankful that she was done asking so many questions.

"I will be back soon." She smiled as she turned and waved at Uta and Leeloo before she was gone.

It was now deadly silent in the shop. Uta looked down to Leeloo, who was now sitting by his feet once again. What were they going to do now?