Kiss that Kills (トドメの接吻)

How splendid!

This charitable event has been done with much enthusiasm.

Of course it is. -That's right.

Besides it's a good opportunity for the children to acquire responsibility and self-awareness.

Wow!

See, it's good we came.

But mum and dad will tell us off.

I'll tell them that I forced you to come, so don't worry.

Okay...

Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight is Christmas eve.

Soon Santa will be giving

the children presents.

He said Santa's coming!

We won't be given any.

Why won't we get any?

No matter what.

Let's go and explore. -Yes!

It would have been good if your sons were allowed to join in.

This is work.

and anyway they wouldn't be a good match

mixing with all those young lords and lady.

What's going on Captain!

Here in the pilothouse! There's a problem with the electrical system.

I can't control it.

Engine room, Respond! Is there anyone there?!

Ow...

Has something happened, I'm scared.

Let's go and find dad. -Okay.

Are you okay? Hey are you okay?

Hold on a minute.

Hurry up!

What are you doing? I told you to hurry up!

Kouta!

Kouta!!

I'm sorry Kouta.

I'm sorry that I didn't save you.

Congratulations.

I hear you're opening a club in Harajuku.

Eight.

Entry number 1, a former hostess and esthetician

Single, annual income approximately 15 million.

Thank you, do you want to swim together?

I'm not good with water.

If you're after payment, wait a bit longer.

I need the money for my club contract.

How much is the contract money?

You can't have that money.

I'd rather die than use that money.

In that case I'll let us die together.

I'll pay. I said I'll pay.

Here you go.

Do you know how to not worry about money?

Just like me, you need to get yourself

a financial supporter.

Scum!

Catch you later.

You do such horrible things.

It's the girls who want to spend all their time playing at the club.

Entry number 18, female director of a real estate firm.

Her husband died 3 years earlier.

She's a lonely women who lives only for horse riding and work.

Annual income approximately 5 hundred million.

Hey Miyako-San what are you doing on Christmas Eve?

I'm on a business trip next week.

So...

here you go.

It's a little early but Merry Christmas.

Thank you.

I'll treasure it.

I bet you say that to all the girls.

It's only to you.

Don't make women cry too much,

you'll end up killed by a kiss.

What?

Didn't you see the news?

The other day a women in a fit of jealousy,

put poison on her own lips

and killed a man.

It certainly was a kiss of death.

I'd let you kill me with a kiss.

People who yearn for love end up unhappy.

You live in a nice place.

Take care. Please come once you've been on your trip.

Good night.

Night.

Love isn't something that is necessary

The things that are really necessary are things that you can see with your own eyes.

If you throw away love you can be as happy as you like.

After all kissing is no more than a tool.

Sumire-San, what are you doing on Christmas Eve?

I am spreading fake love around the world.

Seven-San?

Yo! It's been a while!

It's Kazuma! We were both at the Roppongi club.

Ah the cross-dressing dancer? No...that was just for a work event.

More importantly, here.

What?

From today I will be working with you at the same club.

By the way I'm no seven anymore, I'm eight.

I see.

But I'm glad to see you looking so well.

I was sure you'd been stabbed to death by some woman.

I'd rather be kissed to death than stabbed.

Eight.

Is that one of your companions?

Entry number 19. The director of a apparel clothing company.

Seriously?! -I'll see you later.

Laters.

Sorry to keeping you waiting Sumire-San.

Welcome to Narcissus.

Merry Christmas.

What drinks do you want.

I'll have beer.

This way.

Wait here for a moment.

Eight-San, do you know of the Namiki group?

By Namiki you mean the hotel king. -That's the one.

Their personal assets are worth 10 billion.

A 10 billion.

Well, she's here now. What?

The 10 billion daughter. -Seriously? Where?

She's the one sitting the furthest to the left.

Hey, tell me your names.

I'm Nao.

That's 10 billion. What are you doing?

Boss, take that host out and put me in his place.

With you? Don't be stupid, Sumire-San is waiting for you.

If you don't help, I'll quit the club and take the customers with me.

I'll take him out straightaway.

That day.

That Christmas Eve.

a massive chance to change my life had come.

However.

That surprised me.

Huh, what?

You can...

die.

The girl's toilet is next-door.

What are you doing?!

What's this?

My hand...my hand's gone numb.

I can't...brea...

My dream was quickly taken away,

by her lips.

The Kiss that Kills

Eight-San.

Eight-San.

Eight-San?!

Is he...dead?

Somebody!

Where am I?

Did I die?

I'll pay! I said I'll pay!

What?

I'm here...

Here you go.

What is it? Don't you need the money? -Today's Christmas Eve right?

Christmas Eve? It's another week away.

Are you messing around.

The 17th.

What happened? Was I dreaming?

If you don't need it, give it back.

Do you know how to not worry about money?

Just like me, you need to get yourself

a financial supporter.

Scum!

Catch you later.

You do such horrible things.

It's the girls who want to spend all their time playing at the club.

This conversation seems like it's a copy.

Hey, on Christmas Eve...

could it be that you are away on business?

Did I already tell you? I'm on a business trip next week.

It's just as I thought.

That's why, here.

It's a little early but Merry Christmas.

I'll treasure it.

I bet you say that to all the girls.

It's only to you.

Don't make girls cry too often, you'll end up killed by a kiss.

What?

Didn't you see on the news?

The other day, a women in a fit of jealousy, put poison on her lips

and killed a man with a kiss.

You can...

die.

It certainly was a kiss of death.

So what's happened to that women? Has she still not been caught.

Why?

It's nothing.

It's was a dream.

Afterall I am definitely alive.

You live in a nice place.

Take care. Let me know when you're back from your trip.

Good night.

Night.

Of course, it had to be a dream.

The kettle?

Awesome!

Just like in the dream.