Title: Consolation
Author: Aesira
Rating: K+
Summary: "Grasping onto the firm belief that I deserved that surname more than she just gave me more bitterness to hold on to... more of a reason to envy her."
Disclaimer: I don't own Memoirs of a Geisha.
(Author's Note: I wrote this a while ago and finally got around to uploading it. It's a very short one-shot from Pumpkin's point of view. Enjoy, and please review.)
As I place my hand on this door, I begin to have my doubts.
Is what I am doing okay? Does she really deserve this? At this point I'm uncertain.
When she came to me asking for a favor involving Nobu... Well, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to release all of my pent up frustration.
Over the years I told myself "Sayuri Nitta" doesn't have a nice ring to it. Unfortunately, this did little to comfort me. Grasping onto the firm belief that I deserved that surname more than she just gave me more bitterness to hold on to... more of a reason to envy her.
The Chairman stands right beside me and gives me a look saying, "What are you waiting for?"
And a part of me wants to respond to this with, "What am I waiting for? I've been waiting for years now! Why wait any longer?"
But the other part of me isn't so sure.
No, I tell myself, there's no turning back now. This thought speaks louder than the fond memories of our friendship in previous years.
The door makes a scraping noise as I push it open.
Fate... it's a funny thing, you know. I wonder what will become of this situation. Maybe this will end up benefiting Sayuri. I wouldn't be surprised. Everything up to this point has resulted in her favor.
As she struggles to cover her exposed self, Sayuri's face holds an expression of sheer terror when she spots the Chairman standing beside me.
Maybe I have become as heartless as Hatsumomo. This feeling of humiliating her and shattering her hopes is, surprisingly, similar to what Hatsumomo led me to believe it to be.
I want to pity her, I really do. She isn't accustomed to feeling this way... as if nothing will ever be right again. But I honestly can't, after being led to believe I would be the successful one... that Mother would adopt me.
I now find myself walking away from that theater and away from the mess I've made of the dreams of Sayuri Nitta and I am smiling. It's a rather sad smile, but at least I know that Hatsumomo would be proud of me for the first time, if that's any consolation for the guilt.