I'Nare It (I Know It)

Summary: Inara, her past effects her present. The secret in the vial and the deeper truth of her love for Mal.

Warning: If you have not seen Serenity or Firefly... you better or this is gonna spoil it, unless you like spoilers in my words... haha... anyways...

Disclaimer: I do own Firefly & Serenity DVDs and hope someday to own the characters, but I don't own the characters they belong to Joss Whedon, the master.

Disclaimer Conclusion: Don't sue me, Fox, Universal or Mutant Enemy. Joss supports this (this as in fanfic).

Prologue

"Oh, how she blushes. Not many in your line of work do that," Atherton pointed out. She clung onto his arm as if she were the love of his. Her smooth, golden silk dress designed to perfectly fit her figure and height. The man's arm was stiff, but he smiled showing her off like a prize, a newly bought toy. She had gone through this many times and she was still able to show her brilliant teeth as if she were truly happy. Her training had always come in handy and lies left her lips like a fluid, without a blink or even a sigh.

Her work was to make her customer feel satisfied, loved, lusted for. She knew she was still the best companion in the business. It was a gift from her mother.

There was one fault to her, she had emotions that she should have never existed through her training, yet that little vile in her room, the gift from her mother had cause more than she was told.

"Mei Mei, guo lei!" her mother called, pretty she was with dark curls and soulful eyes. She was now in her forties, yet she still looked as she did in her photos when she was twenty-five.

"Yes, mama," said a voice in the hallway. A little girl appeared in the doorway. She was about ten, with dark curls like her mother and the same soulful eyes.

The room was well-furnished with silk curtains, a Ming style wooden chair, which stood near the door leaning against the Chinese patterned walls, a large bed was placed meters away covered with red sheets. The entrance of the room was an engraved dark wood door with red rice paper screens as windows, allowing the room a reddish glow. The room smelt of orchid incenses, jasmine tea, and the faint stale smell of sweat.

The little girl knew more than she wished she did about her mother's career. It was respectable to be part of a guild, but she felt it was morally wrong. She never told her mother the feeling that swelled inside of her, but she knew that it was hard to break the generations of companioning.

(A/N: Thank you for reading the intro of my new fanfic.Please review and tell me what you think. Thanks. Flaming is wanted, but not appreciated lol.)

Chinese Translations

Mei Mei - Little Sister, parents also call there youngest daughter this.

Guo Lei (Pronounced as Gwo Lie) - Come over

Ming - a dynasty in the 1300's with quite an interesting designed furnished, most "Chinese" antique furnishings are from this time period.