(A/N) A new canvas for a new story! I hope you enjoy!
Two Different Worlds
Many believe men are fearless, heartless and demanding. And to tell the truth many are like that and sometimes even worse. But this story is about a man not like the rest. He was different, different from all the rest. And they called him Toshiro, Hitsugaya Toshiro.
AMERICA
A man in his early 20's awoke from the sunlight peeking through his open blinds. He slowly made his way to his bathroom, turning on the shower and taking a look into the mirror. The young man staring back at him had beautiful aqua green eyes, snowy white hair, and tone skin. In anyone's eyes this man was as handsome as they come. They probably also thought that he had ladies from left to right. But they were wrong, he never really had anyone, he preferred to be alone until he found the one.
He tore his gaze away from the mirror and started to strip his clothes. Once he was rid of all clothing he jumped into the shower.
He opened the shower door and steam flooded the room. He grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist. He walked into his room and walked into his walk in closet. He walked out with a creamy black suit with a plain red tie. His hair was in its usual puffy natural spiked way. To put it simple he looked amazing.
He walked out of his huge condo and jumped into his black Jaguar. He turned on the car and revved the engine. He backed out of the parking lot and raced down the empty streets.
He finally reached a tall building and parked his car in an empty spot in the front. He walked through the doors and got greetings from left to right. Once he reached his office he was greeted by his secretary.
"Hello Mr. Hitsugaya." A woman with light curly brown hair, pale skin and blue eyes greeted.
"Hey Delilah, is there any messages for me." Hitsugaya asked.
"Yeah you do I put them on your desk." She said before answering the ringing phone.
Hitsugaya walked into his neat office and sat in his twice his size chair. He leaned into the chair and closed his eyes. As he felt himself dozing off he shot open his eyes and shook his head. He looked down at his desk and picked up the post its that had the messages written down on them. He looked at the fist message and began to read it.
-Mr. Hitsugaya
A big proposition has come up. We have been chosen to construct a building in Japan! So pack your bags because tomorrow we're on a flight to Tokyo, Japan!
-Mr. Lexington
Hitsugaya threw the rest of the messages on his desk and once again leaned back in his chair. He sighed deeply and stood up while grabbing his car keys. He walked out of his office but stopped after hearing his named being called out by his secretary. He turned and looked at her giving her a questioning look.
"Where are you going Mr. Hitsugaya?" She asked.
"Home, I'm taking the rest of the day off to pack." He said leaving no room for discussion.
He finally reached his car and sat inside. He looked out at the road ahead of him and took another deep sigh.
"Just great." He said before starting up his car and taking off.
Back in the day Geishas were known as artists. They were like an artwork that's beauty never faded no matter how old they got. But after time people got the idea that any type of whore could be called such a magnificent piece of work. The word Geisha had become tainted and anyone could have been passed off as one. Things had changed for the bad. There was probably no honorable Geisha left except for one and her name was Hinamori Momo.
Tokyo, Japan
A petite woman of 20 rolled off her side of her bed and opened her eyes to dull darkness. She got up and hurried her way to the sink. She turned the water on and splashed her face a couple of times. She grabbed a near by hand towel and pressed it against her face. She looked into the mirror that had minimal cracks engraved into the glass. The young girl had a beauty that none had seen before. She had dark brown hair that reached a little pass her shoulders. She had chocolate brown eyes that gave off a warm aura and her skin was a creamy pale color.
She threw the towel into the damp sink and glared at the mirror. She hated who she was but none the less she carried on every day with pride. She walked out of the bathroom and leaned against the door frame. The young woman watched the man in her bed stir until he finally woke. He slid off the bed and made his way to his clothes that were thrown across the room. After he pulled on his shirt he started to slide on his pants. After being fully dressed he made his way to the petite woman.
"Thanks." He said handing her some money in a rubber band.
"Yea…" She said making her way back into the bathroom closing the door behind her. She stayed in there until she heard the other door close.
She opened the door and slowly made her way to her unmade bed. She sat down then unrolled the rubber band around the wad of cash. She counted and recounted the money until she was sure of herself that she had counted the right amount of money, 7000 yen.
She rolled the money back up and put the rubber band around it. She placed the money in her black laced bra and strapped on her clear heels. She stood up and grabbed her thin, silky robe and put it on. She didn't bother tying the middle its not like anyone was dressed any different from how she was. Under her flimsy robe she wore her black lace bra and matching underwear. She turned the knob of the dingy door. She swung the door open and took a step out of the small room. She was met with a cool breeze and she sighed in deep.
She started her strut down the long dimly lit hall. From left to right she could see girls that had makeup painted on and just as flimsy clothing or even worse. All the girls' eyes turned to look at the stunning girl and held evidential jealousy. As she walked by the caddy girls comments flew by her from left to right. But she didn't care, she held her head high and had an air of dignity flowing around her.
She reached the end of the long hall and stared at the door in front of her. She sucked in a deep breathe and let it our slowly. She turned the gold knob and opened the door ajar. She stepped inside and closed the door softly behind her. The room was light with a red glow and in the shadows was a frame of a well built man.
"Well Momo, did you make the profit?" The man asked calmly.
"Yes sir 7000 yen as promised." Hinamori bowed.
"Good…" The young man stepped out of the shadows. The man was in his mid 20's and he was very handsome. He had light blue spiky hair and crystal blue eyes. His skin was a pale but glowing. He had a smile that always had a hidden agenda behind it but none knew of what those agendas were.
"Well just don't stand there hand me the money." The man said.
'Of course sir," Hinamori picked her head up and made her way to the handsome man. Hinamori stuck her hand into her bra and plucked the wad of money out. She stretched her hand out and handed the money to the man.
The man smirked and snatched the money away and smirked at the young woman, "Well Momo it seems as if you haven't been spending much time at the gym."
Hinamori's eyes blazed with anger and look at the man, "Ha really cause it seems that I'm the only girl that's walked in here for how long as it been Grimmjaw?"
The smirk on Grimmjaw's face disappeared and he growled at the girl in front of him.
"When I decide to explore my sexual needs is of my business and none of yours." He said calmly.
"It's not like I really care who you fuck or not." Hinamori said turning around.
Hinamori didn't get too far because as soon as she stuck her foot out she felt a painful pull of her hair. She fell back landing on her side. She moaned in pain and dreadfully looked up only to be met face to face with Grimmjaw.
"You better get your act together or you might end up like the rest. You know I favor you, you are of course the prettiest of them all. Your body the finest of them all," He said running a single finger up her leg. He bent lower and kissed her softly. He released his hold on her hair and stood up.
"Now get out o my sight." He sneered.
Hinamori stood quickly and rushed out of the room. She closed the door and leaned against it. She looked ahead of her to find all of the girls staring viciously at her. Their glares pierced her porcelain skin. She looked down and sighed deeply, she looked up and stared the girls down matching their glares. She regained her composure and walked down the hall once more. When she reached her door she turned and looked at the low class whores.
"Don't you guys have something better to do!" She yelled.
All the girls turned from her and Hinamori rolled her eyes in disgust. She opened the door to her room and entered. She sat on her old bed and rubbed her sore scalp numerous times. She laid back and stared at the moldy ceiling letting her thoughts get the better of her.
'Why won't you just let me go?'
America, airport 7:20 am
"Ah Mr. Hitsugaya, you made it." A man with black greasy hair and brown eyes with pale skin said.
"I wouldn't miss this opportunity for the world." Hitsugaya said.
"Well come on, we don't want to miss our flight." Mr. Lexington said walking up the ramp of the private jet.
Hitsugaya sighed and walked up the ramp after Mr. Lexington. When he was inside the jet he was introduced by two unfamiliar men.
"Mr. Hitsugaya these here are construction dealers in Japan, Mr. Kurosaki Ichigo and Mr. Abarai Renji. Mr. Abarai, Mr. Kurosaki this here is Toshiro Hitsugaya." Mr. Lexington.
One of the men had long red hair held into a pony tail and fiery red eyes. He had light skin and many tattoos adorning his face and probably his body. The other man had spiky orange hair and hazelnut brown eyes. His skin was lightly tanned and he wore a scowl.
Hitsugaya shook each of the two men's hands and took a seat at the window that was next to Renji. Hitsugaya didn't like the quiet awkwardness so decided to start a conversation.
"So, you're from Japan right." Hitsugaya started.
"Yea both me and Ichigo but we've been away for a year now for a project. How bout you?" Renji asked.
"Yea I'm from there but I've been away for 14 years." Hitsugaya said.
"Wow that's a long time, what's with the long time span." Renji said.
"My parents separated when I as 8" Hitsugaya informed.
"Oh," Renji didn't want to be nosy so he left it at that.
The rest of the trip was quiet and Hitsugaya decide to have a small nap. Next thing he knew he was being shaken awake from an excited Renji.
"We're here Toshiro, look out your window." Renji smiled.
Toshiro looked out his window and was greeted by bright lights, lighting the dark night sky.
"Home sweet home." Renji said.
"Yea… home," Hitsugaya whispered.
(A/N) Yes I know the first chapter sucks but there will be way better chapters I promise. I just want to tell you that I'm getting my inspiration from Memoirs of a Geisha, and Moulin Rouge!
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