A/N: I just want to point out a few things. One: I think I've seen/read Memoirs of a Geisha one too many times because that's what inspired me to write this. Well, for the most part. Something else did but, uh, I'm not sure what. heh.. " Two: Naruto is the narrator for this cute little tale, but be warned- he's completely out of character because it's a much older Naruto speaking. And three: this will contain so much yaoi it'll make your head spin and cause you to see many different colors. If you're afraid of the big, bad yaoi I suggest you go running for the hills right now. Other than that I don't have anything else to say except that this isn't my first piece of writing, not even my tenth but I know it's not perfect. Probably far from it, so I will take any suggestions you may have as long as they aren't in the form of a flame. If you flame me I will track you down and beat you over the head with a bamboo stick. Oh yes. And I will enjoy it because I'm evil like that. Actually, crazy would be more accurate.
Disclaimer time:
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto. But if I did... oh ho ho all the things I would do. -grins evilly-
I think I've taken up enough of your time. So with that I will let you read my less than interesting introduction. Hopefully it's interesting enough to make you stick around for the actual story. Don't forget to review before you leave!
Madame Chen's Boys
Introduction: Geisha v. Prostitutes
I think that for you to fully understand what we were it may help to explain what a Geisha is. Most Americans aren't up to speed on Japanese culture and I bet that if you walk up to any one person walking along the crowded streets of New York City and ask them what a Geisha is, they would say "a classy whore." Maybe they would be polite and say prostitute. But whichever term they use doesn't matter; both are incorrect. Geisha weren't classy whores or prostitutes. They were entertainers. If you're asking what the difference is, well, Geisha went to school where they learned to dance, play the shamisen, etc. Whores don't go to school to learn how to give a good blowjob, but it wasn't like we did either. Ah, I'm getting ahead of myself.
To step into the world of a Geisha would be like taking a step out of reality and entering a world where appearances are paramount; where a girl's virginity is auctioned to the highest bidder; where women are trained to beguile the worlds most powerful men; and where love is scorned as illusion. Well, our world was hardly different, even being the boys that we were. Or maybe it was because of the boys we were. We didn't paint our faces so we looked like porcelain dolls, we didn't dance with paper fans, and more often than not there would be no virginity to auction off. So what did we do, you might be asking, with our clients besides sit with them and tell them little stories while we filled their glasses with sake for the umpteenth time that night.
If you're that curious, stay a while and listen to an intriguing story about seven ordinary boys who eventually became Japan's most desirable creatures. Our worlds may have been similar, but I lived next door to an okiya full of geisha. Our worlds were similar and at the same time completely different. For one thing, our world was certainly more erotic...