Hello! This is my first time writing a fanfic for the Hakuouki fandom. This was mostly inspired by Memoirs of a Geisha, and the plot will be similar. The story will also take place in the 1930's-WWII Japan, Showa Era, etc.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Hakuouki does not belong to me.

At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary in my life.

I was Yukimura Chizuru, daughter of the doctor Kondo in a small village. The year was 1930, and I was twelve years old when it all began.

My father had gone missing one fall afternoon, and I was left alone in the house.

The trees were yellow and orange, with a carpet of leaves heaped on the ground. Our house was built in the traditional style, and for the most part my father didn't care about following the future of the country. The year was 1929, and many of the old traditions were being forgotten. While all his other co-workers were wearing western suits, he still wore a kimono to work, and to wherever else he went.

Most of the time, I was left at home. All the other girls in the village dreamed of marrying someone they loved and always spoke about the latest fashion and gossip, and they all wanted to move to some more important city like Kyoto or Tokyo.

Because I didn't share any of their tastes, I didn't speak to them very often.
So I really was alone for the most part in my childhood.

A visitor came to our home that day. It was Ryojun Mastumoto, a fellow doctor who was friends with my father.

"Matsumoto-San, is there something you need?" I bowed.

"Ah, Chizuru, it's something quite important. Tomorrow, someone will be here to meet you. You must do what they say, and look your best." I was surprised at first. Someone important was going to meet me? Hardly anyone ever knew Yukimura Kondo had a daughter.

His usually gentle expression was gone, and his face was creased and serious. As if he was worried for me. If that was the case, he was hiding it.

"Will something bad happen if I don't?" I asked rather childishly, playing with the fabric of the soft pink kimono I wore that day, lips pressed together tightly as I held my head high to meet his gaze.

He smiled, like he always did.

"Just do your best."

Someone did arrive the very next day. His name was Itou Kashitarou, and at first he terrified me with his sly smile and eyes that followed my every move. He had long black hair that fell a bit over his shoulders, and moved in an elegant manner.

"Yukimura Chizuru?"

"Y-yes." His smile only grew wilder. I was so afraid that I couldn't look anywhere else, because I feared that he might notice something wrong I might be in trouble. After all, Matsumoto-San didn't say anything about anything bad not happening.

A slender finger tapped his chin as he tilted his head slightly to the left, still observing me.

"A very pretty young girl, Matsumoto was right!" He stood from his kneeling position, and stepped forward.

"Please come with me." By now I was horrified enough to scream, standing to run but landing backwards on my bottom. I squeezed my eyes tight, praying that this was all a bad dream and that I would wake up soon.

"There's nothing to be afraid of! Your life will be more extravagant, instead of living in this old house. You'll wear fine clothing, and become very famous, just by how lovely of a girl you appear!" His voice was encouraging, trying to draw me in. My shaking hand was caught by his and I gasped, teary eyes opening to his unchanging sly face.

In the end, I was led away from our home. Although I remembered that my father was waiting, and I did use it as an attempt to let me stay, he raised an eyebrow, still leading me away, and said that he was dead.

That was when my tears fell like two waterfalls down my cheeks. Itou didn't do much to comfort me aside a few apologies and words of comfort. As I later learned in the ride in what he called a 'car', his patience grew thin and he harshly told me to stop crying, or something truly terrible would happen to me. I did, rubbing my red eyes and looking out the window.

This would be the last time I ever saw my village.

This would be the last time I ever saw the place I was born.

This would lead me into a new life.

Thank you for reading! Please review!