Allen Walker was first brought to the Miyabita Okiya at age 5. He was taken in as the son of a renowned Taikomochi.

He was prized for his very odd features. His pure ivory hair and liquid silver eyes intrigued the head of the Miyabita.

Allen stayed perfectly still and gazed out mournfully at the falling sakura blossoms and fluttering sparrows.

Oh how he envied the birds for being able to fly-to be free.

Allen was an orphan, he never knew his parents. He only knew that he was adopted by the famous Ejima Kiseki.

Without even having much of a choice, he was forced to go to school to learn to
become a Taikomochi-a male geisha.

The male geisha or otouko geisha, entertained guests just as the female geisha did.

It was just that some clients were not interested in women. And so Allen was considered a perfect candidate for his slim-lithe girly body and big eyes.

The kimono he wore was suffocating him, but he could do nothing to complain.

His eyes were slightly glazed over as he stared out the window, vowing that one day, he would find himself a danna and be

f r e e.

He sighed and slowly placed a thin white hand to the window and slid it slowly closed.

"Allen-kun." a voice called from another room.

"H-Hai!" he called-obviously shocked out of his daze.

He ran as fast as he could in his 5 inch tall okobo. His kimono rustled behind him as he took small but swift footsteps.

He reached the door with one of his hair accessories askew on the side of his head.

"D-Did you call for me Kiseki-sama?" he asked, out of breath. A scoff echoed in the room.

"How many times have I told you boy" cried taikomochi Kiseki-sama, "to take care
of your appearance, a frazzled look will lose you many clients." He said sternly-
fixing the red beads that contrasted with his ivory hair.

"S-Sorry, Kiseki-sama, it won't happen again." Allen replied softly, bowing his head slightly.

"Anyways," continued Kiseki-sama, "I have called you for after many years of tough training, I believe it is time you began to accompany me at the Hakuchou
Tea House.

Allen's eyes widened in excitement. Allen bit his tongue before he had the chance to blurt out something stupid.

"The engagement is tonight so get ready at the stroke of 3. " he ordered.

"Of course Kiseki-sama." Allen responded; trying to hide the excited quavering of his voice.

Finally-something out of the ordinary.

"Come on Yuu-chan, lighten up!" said Lavi a fellow business man as he lightheartedly slapped Kanda on the back.

Kanda growled under his breath. Today was not a good day for him to lighten up.

Sure he'd gotten promoted and all which was why he and his fellow business men (and regrettably-Lavi) were there.

"Why the hell did you have to take us to a MALE geisha house?" Kanda asked irritably.

"Becauuuuuuuse Yuu-chan. We all know deep inside-." Lavi was punched in the face before he could finish.

"Kanda-sama, please just sit back and enjoy yourself tonight-you deserve it." stated a fellow business man.

Kanda was about to hit Lavi again, but decided to sit back. He might as well TRY and enjoy this.

Besides-it would be over soon enough after these sick gay prostitutes finished dancing.

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Allen twitched for what seemed to be the 100th time. He'd been sitting there getting his makeup on and hair done for the past 2 hours.

"Hold still Allen-kun, just a little longer." murmured Sanae Kobayashi:
Allen's "babysitter" in some aspects.

Sanae followed him everywhere and always reminded him of things he'd so easily forget. Allen always insisted he was fine and offered to let Sanae take a break very frequently but she never once accepted the request.

The white haired boy flinched; his hair had been tugged too harshly.

"I-Itai." He murmured, reaching to touch the spot-only to have his hand slapped down.

"You'll ruin your hair!" she complained. But her eyes were still transfixed on the silky soft translucent white strands of hair. It was simply breathtaking.

"Okay." She sighed, "Now we're done."

Allen rose slowly-as not to ruin his hair that hung gracefully-framing his pale face and cute pink lips.

"Thank you Sanae-chan, I'll see you later! Wish me luck!" he cried, rushing out the door.

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The tea house was bustling with clients, until a gong silenced the room.

The first taikomochi entered the stage and performed a graceful dance of spring.

Never had people seemed more graceful.

Allen squeaked softly as he felt someone touch his shoulder.

A sigh of relief flooded from his lips.

"K-Kiseki-sama, you scared m-."

"Allen listen to me," the older man whispered excitedly, "One of the taikomochi felt
ill and had to stay at the okiya, but I offered the tea house hostess a replacement. You."

Allen froze. H-He would…perform?! In front of all these people?! He hadn't even practiced anything lately!

"B-But Kiseki-sama! I-I don't know any dances!"

"Sure you do, do your rain dance from when you trained a few months back."

"But it's been forever since I practiced-I don't want to ruin my debut. Please, if you could just find someone els--."

Allen's thin shoulders were shaken roughly.

"Allen listen to me-this may just be your big break, don't worry about it. You're a natural. Even your teacher said so. You were the most graceful of your class. You can do this. You're on after the person after this."

"Wh-WHAT?!"

"Shhh, good luck, I have to get ready." And with that, Kiseki-sama left.

Allen was frozen in place. What would he do? What if he made a mistake? What if he fell? Or tripped? Or..or…

I must not think about such things…after all-it will only mess me up. Allen thought.

Sooner than he had prepared for-the hostess was already announcing him and his Rain dance.

"I present Allen Walker, with his Dance of the Rain."

Clapping thundered throughout the teahouse as the twang of the shamisen strings filled the stage.

Before he could run away, a nervous Allen forced himself on stage-a fan prepared and poised in his graceful fingers.