I don't own sailor moon.
He couldn't help but sneer at the thought of this ancient practice. Darien wasn't interested in loose women. He was not interested in a gimmick. He was a surgeon. His days off consisted solely on sleeping and drinking with his friends. Kunzite, Nephrite, Jadeite, and Zoisite decided to take their drinking to a tea house, all to celebrate Kunzite's raise.
Tea houses were classy, and the men decided to contact a home for geishas for entertainment. Darien had his own opinion on that. He wasn't interested in seeing entertainers. There was a negative ideal of geishas. They were traditional, but there were some people who thought them to be prostitutes.
The men sat, listening kindly to the elder women in front of them. She was explaining that the women would be coming inside very soon and hoped that they would enjoy their stay. She bowed to the men and went to fetch their drinks. "Do you think they'll be as pretty as they say?" Jadeite questioned.
"They're trained professionals," Zoisite rolled his eyes at the blonde man. Zoisite was the intellectual of their group. He had always done his research before any situation.
Nephrite squinted his dark blue eyes at the door as it slid open. The bright colors of the various kimonos drew his attention.
The men quieted down as the sound for shuffling feet entered the room. The women came in from order of height. The first one was quite tall. Her brown hair was in intricate braids and placed to resemble a rose. Her kimono was a soft pink with rose designs all over. Her obi was a baby green with pink embroideries. She carried a matching fan, which covered the majority of her face. She bore the white make up of a geisha, and her eyeshadow was a soft pink. Her lips were painted graciously red. She bowed graciously first, before looking up and exposing emerald eyes.
The men gawked at her beauty. She held a gentle gaze and exuded womanhood. "You can sit next to me." Nephrite motioned the woman. He was instantly drawn to her soft demeanor.
The second woman to walk inside was a Classical Japanese beauty. Her ebony locks were up and decorated with various trinkets and flowers. She wore a black kimono with red blossoms painting the silk. Her obi was a bright red with gold dragons designing it. Her eyes had red eyeshadow, while her full lips were painted in the shape of a heart. The women exuded grace, her violet eyes opened. She smiled with ease and confidence and took her seat after bowing next to the blonde man in the room. Jadeite became nervous at the sight of this woman.
"I am Ray." She politely introduced herself to the blonde. Her eyes were full of fire, she wasn't uncomfortable.
Following her, a girl with golden locks walked in. Her hair was simple, yet beautiful. She was a natural beauty. Her face was painted white, and her eyeshadow was golden. Her lips were painted a pinkish red shade. Her kimono was the color of gold, with silver little flowers decorating it. Her obi was a darker blue, contrasting. Her eyes were big, bright, and blue. Everything about her said beauty. She was a living seductress. The blonde beauty stood straight and proudly, "I am the big sister, Mina. Who are we celebrating tonight?"
The men were stunned again. Jadeite grinned idiotically, "Kunzite," he motioned towards his friend.
The silver haired man felt small as the woman slid across the room to accompany him. She was radiant.
Ever so quietly, another woman walked in. Her obi was a pastel yellow, contrasting a dark blue kimono. Her kimono was exceptionally beautiful, decorated by koi fish designs. Her eyes were downcast and she held a calming aura. The woman's eyeshadow was a soft pastel pink, while her lips were blood red. Her blue hair was placed back, gelled down and endorsed by yellow flower accessories. She small women entered with dignity and class.
"Take a seat," Zoisite invited the girl to come. He was intrigued by the woman.
The last woman to come in took Darien's breath away. Some of her blonde—almost silver hair was put up in a tight top bun. The rest of her hair was curly and long, reaching her ankles. Her face was beautiful, even under the white paint. Her eye shadow was a natural sunset color, and her lips were painted a bright, bold red. The woman wore a white kimono with golden vines delicately decorating it. Her obi was also golden. The beauty opened her eyes, innocent and blue. She seemed nervous.
She scanned the room, realizing only one spot was available for her. The dark haired men was tense. She took a deep breath before finding her space.
"I propose a toast," Jadeite announces. Everyone, including the five geishas held up a small cup of sake. "Congratulations to our neurological attending!" Everyone cheered and clapped.
"So you're all doctors?" Ray questioned slyly, her eyes flirting with Jadeite's.
"Yes. Kunzite specializes in neurological surgery. Darien does cardio, Zoisite does general, Nephrite does trauma, and I do neonatal." Jadeite explained.
The women were impressed by the men in the room. However, they each knew to express it differently according to the man they were entertaining. Ray showed no reaction, thinking Jadeite liked the challenge of receiving attention. Mina loudly praised Kunzite, she found him to have an alpha male personality. Zoisite received many questions from the woman named Amy. Amy could see he liked being the smartest man in the room. Nephrite's geisha, Lita, changed the subject and the two enjoyed an entirely different conversation. Lita could see Nephrite was not interested in talking about work. The long haired blonde geisha said nothing and did not acknowledge Darien. She wanted him to pursue her, much to his annoyance. She poured his drinks gracefully but stayed quiet.
Darien was beside himself. He was a young, handsome, successful doctor and this woman was driving him mad. All the other women were being entertaining and giggling and happily speaking to the men. This geisha had to be defective. He glanced over at her, she was astoundingly beautiful yet to herself.
He decided to break the ice. "What's your name?" He wanted to slap himself for how lame he sounded, but he didn't even have her name. It was hard to start a conversation with someone he didn't have the slightest idea about.
She smiled kindly. "Serena."
"I'm Darien." He smiled back awkwardly. He wasn't so good at speaking to women. At least not in this type of situation.
Kunzite couldn't stop the roaring laugh that escaped him. The little blonde was ruining his life, she was incredibly funny. "Mina, you're crazy."
"Not always." She grinned like a madman. Serena smiled at the other blonde. Mina was really flirting with the man. She actually liked him. The girls all seemed smitten with each man. Even the icy Ray was content with her doctor. Ray was usually strict and all business, however tonight, the beauty was having the time of her life. She was even laughing. Amy was also enjoying herself, invested deeply in conversation.
Serena looked over to Lita, sending her a prayer through her eyes. As if the could telecommunicate, Lita stood and moved over to them. The brunette's job was to look after all the girls, she could tell when they were uncomfortable with a client.
"Serena, why don't you go ask Nephrite about poetry or music? He's very interested in art. I'm sure you know more than I do about that type of topic." Lita chose her words very carefully. She would gladly switch. Lita was easy to talk to. She could come up with just about anything with men, considering she had a tomboy like personality. Serena nodded and took her place at the other side of the table.
"She's young," Lita explained to Darien. "She fairly new to this business and spooks easy." The brunette said this to gain his trust. She could tell Darien fancied the blonde, considering his eyes never left her.
"What about you?" Daren questioned, now interested about these women. He wondered why any woman would get into this line of work.
"I don't usually speak about it," the brunette blushed, "I got into this when I was very young. My parents both died, so this was naturally the best position I could possibly have. I'm grateful. I've met and trained wonderful girls."
"Are they all orphans?" Darien was now super intrigued.
She bit her lip, not wanting to reveal too much. "Not always. We all have our own reasons and stories."
He took a sip of his sake. "And hers?" He referred to Serena.
The green eyed woman smirked, "You'd have to ask her."
Darien couldn't help but feel disappointed. But he respected the loyalty Lita had for Serena. The brunette seemed very bright. It brought a new light to geishas for him. He was curious about her.