Why was I born beautiful?

From the time I was born I had always lived a normal life with my British master out in the city in Japan. And everything was fine.

I was allowed to have a comfortable bed, delicious food, and a collar so I wouldn't get lost. And because of these normal conditions I began to think of myself as a normal human being. I had almost forgotten what I really was.

A hybrid.

Part cat and part human. Last of my kind or so I was told by my master. I didn't really see anything so fascinating about myself. My master did though, and that was why he kept me in his mansion for 18 years without the outside world knowing of my existence. Which was fine by me, I knew where my loyalties lied.

But all that I was accustomed to was taken away from me.

My master adored me. Sometimes I'd like to think he thought of me as one of his own. I was dear to him. So much that he left everything he owned to me in his will.

His family and relatives didn't like that much.

They grew angry and furious and snatched it all away. I didn't want the money, I just wanted my NORMAL life back. However, I was kicked to the curb, with no money and no home.

I was a babe lost in the woods.

Stuck in that house, I was ignorant of the outside world. Unknown to me was the cruel fate we call reality. I was left to wonder the streets alone, till I met a woman. She was caked in makeup and wore a silk kimono.

She snatched me up and took me to a brothel.

There I would serve her and she would keep me alive. The girls were the kindest, they knew of the hardships we had to endure and aided me in my service. Dressed me in a green kimono and colored my face with powder.

My first time attending a customer was terrifying. I, a small weak little thing, paled in comparison to the big and burly man. I was to pour him tea and fufill his every wish. I knew of the things that men wanted, but I was taught to refuse such vulgar actions.

And that is just what I did.

My virginity was the first thing that was asked of me. I protected it fiercely knowing it was the only thing I could call mine. Many men would request me and plan to steal my innocence but when in my presense they softened. I became the infamous British Neko, the only whore who would give out comfort but forid sex.

However just because my virginity was safe didn't mean my physical being was.

Every girl at the brothel had a specific room assigned to them to attend to the customers in. And in every room was a buzzer. A small button located near the back of the room hidden from view. Only the staff knew of its location and used it if the customer got out of hand.

My first encounter with the buzzer was when I was attending a French man. It was the regular routine, we would enter the room arm in arm, I would pour the tea, and the customer would lay upon my lap. In the beginning all went according to schedule, and the man, Francis was his name, began to tell me of his troubles.

He told of his son, a young boy who had been kidnapped on their trip to Canada. During this, the man began to play with my ears, which I paid no mind to. All humans were curious of the white pointed ears that stood upon my head.

As he continued on with his story he began to sob silently, murmuring his loss. I sang him a beautiful lullaby while his petting escalated to rubbing. Now with his hands on my skin, he started rubbing sensually against me. I was unaware that he was aroused until his scent hit me. I gently pushed his hands away, but when he didn't take the hint I grew nervous.

With his head still buried in crook of my neck, he began to hover over me. I tried to speak to him, snap him out of his trance, but nothing. When he slipped his hand into my kimono was when I finally took action.

I hissed and sprang away to the corner of the room. In my frenzy I had forgot where the secret comparment that hid the buzzer was. Desperately I patted around the walls to find it, I turned my back on the depressed foreigner. That was a grave mistake.

Seeing my vulnerable position, he pounced. At that point, I had enough. Tuning into my animalistic instincts, I used my small fangs and sunk them into his arm. I felt my fangs embedd themsleves into his humerus bone. He began screaming loudly and hitting my face, but I wouldn't let go just yet.

It wasn't until Okaa-san* came in with her burly brothers that I was forcefully pulled away. The man was taken away for not following the rules of the brothel, all the while he was screaming and cursing at me.

I wasn't let off so easily, though. I received 10 bamboo lashes on the back for wounding a customer. That was highly looked down upon and gave the brothel a bad reputation. It was one of the most horrendous moments in my life. Never before had I been hit as punishment, and never before had I bled because of such a erroneous hit!

The following day was just as awful, I awoke up grumpy and extremely exhausted. I hadn't been able to sleep a wink last night, because of the terrible burn of my marred skin. On the bright side, many of the customers stopped requesting me, only the ones who knew me better asked for me. I wasn't complaining, but I wondered why. As soon as they saw me attack a human, they assumed I reverted back to an untamed alien to their kind.

Oh well, it didn't bother me enough to make me care.

That has been the only time I have needed to rely on the little buzzer. Now if a customer got a little to frisky, I'd flash them a grin showing of my canines. And they'd get back into line, knowing that even though my fangs were small, they could break through bone.

Yes, things seemed to look up from then on. I was living a durable lifestyle, and I was just fine with that. I mean, for someone who had lost it all a few months ago, I was doing good. I was still alive wasn't I? That was more than enough for me.

But then I met him.

When I awoke that day, the sky reminded me of my old master's funeral, depressing. Dark clouds shadowed over the land, creating a desolate atmosphere. I remember that it was as cold as winter, and it caused me to curl my tail around my leg, instead of letting it hover around me freely. But although the darkness brought me great displeasure, I still had to work.

I took my spot at the front row of the brothel, sitting formally as I had been instructed. All the girls were seated in rows facing the wooden bars that surrounded the space, where men could stop and peer in to see our forms. I hated it. I felt cheap, like a piece of merchandise. And that was the reality of the situation.

The darkness of the day sent me into a depressed sort of mood as you can tell, and so I spent the time looking down, twidling my thumbs. I had my head down with my ears bent back. I think that's how I caught his attention.

"Hey!"

I snapped my head up to lock gazes with a smiling man. I had never seen someone smile like that. With such happiness and optimism, it made me want to smile as well. This stranger was...different. He smiled which was rare action in itself. NO ONE smiled in this area, they never had a reason to be happy.

All these thoughts in my head, I had forgotten that this foreigner was waiting for a reply.

"Hey! You do speak English, right?"

He had a weird accent, one I had never heard before. I found that I rather liked it though. It sounded childish and manly at the same time, if that makes any sense.

I looked around, maybe he wasn't talking to me.

"Yeah, I'm talking to you! The one with the cute ears!"

Subconsciously I reached to fondle my ears, blushing a bit. Sure I had been complimented on my ears before, but never had I been called "cute".

"Y-You're talking to me?"

My voice was a bit shaky, it had been a while since I last spoke my own language. I was located in Japan, therefore I had to adapt and learn how to speak Japanese, seeing as with only a few exceptions all my customers were originally from this country. My English wavered a larger amount than his. His had character and personality in it. Mine sounded almost monotone, just formal and boring.

In answer to my question he gave an ecstatic nod and almost seemed...relieved?

He closed his eyes, hiding those beautiful blue orbs from me, and slumped a bit. I scooted a bit closer to the stranger, thankful I was located in the front. He snapped his eyes opened when he heard my movement, and turned to me once more.

"Are you...alright?"

I asked, still self-conscious of my accent. He didn't seem to mind though, which was oddly relieving.

"Yeah, sorry. It's just that I'm so glad I finally found someone who I can talk to!"

That glorious smile was back, and I felt my face blush a bit again. What was this warm feeling in my chest? Maybe I was coming down with a sickness or something.

"Well, I am glad that you're happy."

I tilted my head to the side a bit and smiled. However, this one wasn't the fake ones I gave to ease my customers. No, it was genuine. This stranger was fascinating, and like my true nature, I was curious.

Curiousity killed the cat...

"No!"

Startled, my ears pricked up in alert. The foreigner was not looking at me anymore, but instead looking past me. One of Okaa-san's brothers seemed to be discussing a price for a deal. The customer looked a bit grim when the prices were being discussed, and began to argue, pointing to me. Seems he was the one that shouted earlier. The arguing continued for a while longer until finally, the two brutes seemed to settle the issue with money.

I quickly turned back to the cheerful blonde, leaning in and whispering in a rushed tone,

"You must go! Hide! If Okaa-san's brother sees you here, he'll hurt you! I'm sure!"

I scooted back over to my little tatami matt, not noticing I had edged closer to the bars. My expression turned from worry to exasperation when I noticed the male outside the brothel, still had not left.

"What? I can take him."

I hadn't the foggiest idea of why this blonde would want to take the Japanese barbarian anywhere, but I didn't care. The black haired man had now entered the room and was heading towards the front row, where I was located. Throwing the stranger one last pleading look, I turned away and placed a stoic expression.

"Come Neko, you have been picked." I winced a bit at the other's crude language. I was already missing the enthusiastic blonde's accent. Gracefully standing up, I prepared to follow the worker, but chanced another peek at the outside of the wooden bars that caged me in. When I didn't see the jubilant stranger I had been speaking to only moments ago, I felt my heart sink.

Back to a dull life of pleasing strangers with words that had no meaning behind them.

Okaa-san* = Mother ((That's what they called the lady that owned the brothel))

I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack :D /shot

Lol, so yeah. This. Completely unexpected huh? It all started when I read a particular doujinshi and watched Memoirs of a Geisha. I fucking love that movie, go watch it! Anyways, while watching that I decided I would make a story based off it for my OTP ((cuz seriously I always want to include these cuties in errything))

So there ya go. This isn't a one shot. Scary, I know. Especially since I can't update on time for the life of me ((still have two unfinished stories /creys))
but fear not! For I am like 75% done with this one, so I'll be updating it in parts c:

Hopefully it wasn't too short.

-Movie based off of: Memoirs of a Geisha.

-Doujinshi ((English/Free/USUK)) can be read at: gotchibi .tumblr post/ 16292063857/ utsukushisugiru -mochi-usuk-r-18- mochi-porn

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-Empress