Prologue
Ready To Dance
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If their father caught them, all six of them would be in serious trouble. A beating would be the least of their worries. Yayoi envisioned something like being locked in her room, fed on bread and water, with nothing to read and nothing to occupy her time, forbidden to see her sisters for a week or more. But somehow, the rush of sneaking off to the human realm was worth that risk.
She shoved through the racks and racks of dresses in her huge, walk-in closet, wandering what in the world she was going to wear. She had outfits from every century since her father's banishment. Many from those centuries and countries who forbade the showing of much leg had been slashed up so as to be made serviceable. Velvets, laces, silks and brocades, furs and satins, leather and chiffon- she had everything. The question of the century was, however, what was she going to wear?
Spying a blue velvet gown from the seventeenth century, the skirt hacked raggedly to knee length, she hauled it out and shimmied into it, a handmaid lacing it up the back while she did the front.
Excitement coursed through her. She gave her body a little shake and grabbed her jewelry box from her vanity. Dumping it out, she set aside several bead pearls, crystals, and blue stones. She would braid them into her long, silvery blonde hair after she picked out her shoes and jewelry. She hadn't even had to ask before a maid approached with her shiny, knee-high leather boots in hand. Yayoi slid her feet into the butter soft leather and zipped up the sides. Unlike the maids, she made a point to remain up to date on modern fashions and how they worked.
Quickly, she tied back her hair, leaving only the two strands on either side of her face, in which she braided the pretty beads before tying the braids up in a crown upon her head. She smeared electric blue powder like silky pollen on her eyelids and lined her blue-grey eyes with midnight blue kohl, thickened her lashes with black mascara before high-lighting them with neon blue. She ran sparkling white, vanilla and blueberry flavored gloss over her lips and blue a kiss at the mirror. Fastening a silver and blue topaz choker around her throat, she slipped on a black leather jacket and checked herself out.
Not too shabby, she thought, since she was hiding her scars behind layers of foundation and the malformation of her ear was hidden when she let the hair not caught up in a braid fall down her back. There was nothing she could do about her left hand and the way she limped when she walked, or the way her left eye pulled at the rest of her face, tilting oddly. Her nose was still crooked from the break it had received in stave practice as a child. But she didn't care. She just wanted to go dancing with her sisters. Maybe meet some boys.
It wasn't as if the four men she knew personally- not counting her father- were up for grabs. And it would be nice if she didn't have the drooling mongrels her father considered boys always around, mumbling "Princess" this and "Princess" that. Meeting some boys would be lovely. A boy with pretty blue eyes, maybe. Maybe they would dance and have a great, one-night-stand-kind-of time at the club, like Cinderella, sans marriage.
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This fanfic idea has been simmering on the backburner of my brain for almost 11 years. Yes, I said years. As in, 11 stretches of time that are 12 months long. Originally it was a Sailor Moon/Tenchi Muyo/Ronin Warriors crossover, but I revamped it cause the crossover bit was NOT working out. This is actually a prequel to a fic I'm gonna post later, "Behind Every Great Warrior." Anyway, this story is how Ryo meets and falls for my OC, Izumi. Reviews are nice. Loves!