Looks can be deceiving
Etherealstar

Author's notes: Hello again kind people, I'm ready to write my second fanfiction. Hope it's a bit different and lives up to your expectations. And a itsy reminder, the fic is OOC. Sorry.
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Geisha: an entertainer (who sings, dances, plays instruments etc. They refine in the arts). Only.
--pronounced as gee-sha.

Chapter 1: The Job.

Red lips. Thick and wet of seductive invitation almost asked to be bitten.

Dark kohl eyes. Framed the blue-eyed beauty with a predator glare.

A born smirk on her face, she looked back at the man.

He feasted his eyes on the ravaging beauty.

Luring soft curves that fitted perfectly into her red kimono, accentuated her bold lipstick.

Young and yet mature to the ways of a geisha, this young girl bargained her life just in exchange for some money.

Approaching her is her newest client.

He comes to her in full strides, his feet echoing against the bamboo floors. He appears calm but she knows better than to ever trust the eyes of a man. He is daunted by her exquisite beauty. He's amused at her age. There were few girls her age that became qualified geishas but here she was, showing off her pretty features and making men idly fall for her. A rare beauty she was, one who dared to oppose tradition by refusing to wear rice powder on her face; in fact she agreed wearing her face free from white powder gave her a youthful appearance, one she wore with a devilish twist. Outlining her eyes was black liner and smothering her lips was red lipstick. Her hair was worn loose with a small red poppy behind her right ear. A sight for sore-eyes she was.

With his sturdy muscular form just a few feet from her. He stopped.

"Are you amused by what you see little one?" he asked transfixed by her beauty.

Biting back her swollen lips, she tapped a slender white finger under her lip in thought. Giving an incredulously sinuous smirk, she whispered lowly, "come closer…and I'll tell you"

Trained to indulge in both social and intimate situations (not sex), the young professional very much understood what she was doing.

He stiffened a bit. Blinking back at her amusing command, he walked into her trap becoming her pawn. Blue eyes penetrated his soul sending shivers down his spine. Addicted to the way she made him feel, as if he was the most important thing, he drew nearer to the insatiable beauty.

Addictive like a strong drug, she fed him with wild fantasies and taunted him with just a mere blink of her eyes.

She could see the weakness on his face. A sign she was surely winning.

Again, his eyes crept over her form. Still she stood valiantly tall with Mahogany brown tresses layered either side of her heart shape contoured face, he whispered something inaudibly under his lips. Haughtily her eyes burned, as fires would often flame. With her skin glowing a golden colour and the tension as awkward as ever, he found himself leaning forward. Every step he took, the playful smirk would grow on her face. She takes a step back, causing him to follow her to the wall.

With a firm thud she leans against the wall, cornered from going anywhere. Pressing her satin fingers down his cheek, he gritted his teeth when she slowed her pace. Running her hand down the firm muscles of his arm, he pushed her against the wall holding her tightly. Sliding her fingers down his spine, she felt his hold increase on her hips.

"Mister Haru" she dragged her breath slowly in his ear.

Weakly and completed defeated by the power of the young woman, he looked up.

Giving a victorious smile she said, "your time is up."

He shallowly breathed.

Had the time truly went by so quickly? Amazed he looked at the sand-jar. The sand was out.

Pulling out his hold, she delicately dusted herself and fixed her kimono. Wearing her head high, she raised out a hand.

"That'd be a hundred yen" she informed.

He took a moment to gather himself. Nodding his head, he stood straightly fixing his gi (Japanese shirt). Taking out a small grey pouch, he looked up at her. Taking a long pause over her, she snapped her fingers. "Haru-san?" she called

Kicked out his trance, he looked back at her. Seeing her hand still out for the money, he shakily began giving her the money.

"Couldn't you stay for another moment?" he asked.

She gave him a look of surprise. "I work by the minute Haru-san." She paused, to take the money forcefully from his hand, "besides, the next time you jab me or any geisha against a wall I'll have the Geisha manageress aware of it. You know the rules…" she walked off on him.

"W-Wait.." he stopped her.

About to open the shoji (paper door) she stopped.

She turned to her shoulder to listen.

"M-May I know your name miss. At least your n-name" he asked.

She turned to him. Taking a moment to think over if she should tell him or not, she gathered she already got what she needed. The money. Looking at him she said, "Katara…"

And in a fluid moment she left in silence, the same way she came in.

The young man stood in the lone room looking at the door. The most beautiful geisha he laid eyes on, just walked out his door just because she worked her earnings by a clock. Frowning at the cruelty of time, he sighed. Taking a plump seat on the chair, Haru looked down at the ground. "What's this?" he whispered.

Stooping he picked up what seem to be a red flower. Almost immediately he recalled the small poppy in her hair. Slowly bringing it to his nose he inhaled the fresh scent of the flower. Thinking of the young geisha, he smiled at the little time they had. Amazed that she was still so young and still so trained he wondered what were the odds of finding another like her, 'Katara..'

To be continued…