Note: I don't own Samurai Champloo, but I do indeed own Raven Mizu.
Special Note: This is my first story, so bare with me. Im not used to all the reviews, and stuff yet.
The air was crisp with sweet smellings of the village that was humming with music and cheering. The night sky was dark and shadowy with white specks sparkeling around the large gray moon that stood out most of all. Trees rustled against eachother, as some leaves fell upon the dirt ground. A large teahouse - also known as 'whore' house - was booming with cheers and yelling to female performers upon the stage in the middle of the large male crowd. Some female waiters went around asking for food, or drinks or special care. One man reguested a female. The waitress bowed to him, and went behind stage instead of going to the bar.
"Miss Mizu, you've been requested by the Head Master of this village." A tall stalky woman appeared, and looked to the waitress. Her gray moonlit eyes gazed at the smaller more fragile woman, and nodded. "Alright, I guess I can take him for a night." Indeed, Raven Mizu, also known as Midnight Mistress (you'll soon find out), was a geisha who took on the stage for a semi-small performance, and a night with a male who had bought who for just that special romantic evening.
Walking back to her dressing room, she fixed up her make-up. Making her tanned skin pale with white powder, making her smooth lips white with a red line in the middle, and making her eyes dark with eyeliner and mascara and some shades of red for eyeshadow for her narrowed eyes. As she put away the make-up she had borrowed from a higher female in a different village that she hasn't seen in awhile, she pinned up her dark black hair in a bun on the back of her head. Rolling her shoulder joints since she was nervous and tense, she stood up from the floor mirror, and went to put on her kimono of red roses, gray lines that swirled and twisted, and a regular black undertone so it would reflect the other two colors more powerfully.
For the last touch, she slipped on her wooden sandals with white socks upon her small feet, and grabbed up two fans. One fan was a regular wooden fan with strong fabric on it, with pretty designs matching her kimono, but the other was special. It was made out of iron, the tips were remarkably sharp, and the fabric was hard as a rock and would never tare if you wanted it to. The design was similar to the first fan, but if you looked closely it had small writing like "Death", "Blood", "Night", and "Moon" written in characters and was really hidden deeply in the fabric.
Taking her leave from the dressing room, she walked down to go and perform for her audience. She wanted to see who this man was, if it was the man she had to possibly kill tonight. Yes, you had heard me right. "Kill him". Indeed Miss Mizu has a complicated life. Sometimes she works at whorehouses all the time to bring in the male's that she is ordered to kill. She is the assassin of a famous clan, a clan that has died down to only her and a long lost relative that lives deeper in Japan. But she is the only one still trying to do the assassin business, and she gets letters from her long lost relative every once in awhile so she knows who her next target is. Tonight she is after one of the many males she has to kill, since they had killed her clan.
Walking slowly behind the crimson curtains, her narrowed gray eyes looked at them, as she memorized at the curtain's details. Slowly it opened, as all the lights were out, and she was ready to perform. Walking to the center of the stage, all eyes on her, the candles slowly dimmed, as soft harmony type music played behind her. Her first movement was extending out her right arm and moving it right of her, as her eyes looked sadly at her opening fan. She did the same movement with her heavier fan, and bowed to the audience softly.
The next move came after that. Her right foot moved infront of her, as she walked akwardly a few paces infront of her. All of a sudden she dropped to the ground when the music became hard with deep emotion. Raising her head slightly as she looked up to a light that was perched on her figure, she raised both of her hands and then put them to her chest. A moments pause went by as she let them slip away from her, and she turned her head to the left in disgust. Raising up and grabbing her fans, she twirled quickly about 5 times; letting her kimono move harshly around her, as she then lifted up off her feet and came down during a twirl on her left knee, one fist in the ground, and her other leg bent a little bit.
Raising up she slipped her fans into her sleeves closed, and slipped off her sandals unnoticably. Bowing again to the audience, she ran somewhat infront of her, jumped on the balls of her heels, landed on her hands, did a split moment of a handstand, and slowly did a back flip while doing a handstand, and landed upon her thighs since she had done a simple split. The crowd roared with cheers, and yelling. The man who wanted to buy her for the night simply sat there, and licked at his lower lip.
As she stood up again, she slipped back on her sandals, and looked to the audience once more.
"Thank you for this wonderful night." She had announced with a really beautiful harmonic voice that sounded so sweet to anyones ears. The man aroused himself up, and began walking to the stage where she was at. Catching his eye, and his movements she bowed when he had reached the end of the bottom steps. "Ma'am, may I escourte you to our room for this evening?" The elder man said, and held out his hand for her to grab. Nodding somewhat, she began to walk down the steps and slipped her small hand into his. "We shall go, then."
Note: Sorry if it is so long! I like my introductions long and detailed so I can introduce you to the idea of the story, and my character as well. Please review!