Why, hello little readers. That
probably sounded really stalkerish :/
Word is trying to convince
me that stalkerish is not a word. But, who cares what Word thinks?
I'm just going to add it to dictionary. Hah. Now it's a word.
XD
Who love UVERworld? Me! I'm listening to Gekidou right now.
So, getting back on track. I wrote this story quite a while ago,
but haven't gotten time to type it up. Possibly because I've
turned in to the biggest stereotypical nerd and now enjoy all three
things in the trio of nerdiness: Anime/Manga, reading and now gaming.
Whoop!
Well, I'm typing it up now – holidays! While I'm
sick, too. I hope you enjoy this little Naruto story, which at the
moment will be a two-shot, but could turn into a chapter story.
Pein
is 23, Konan is 18.
Lol, I wrote this after I read Memoirs of a
Geisha.
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The Enchantress
"Pein-sama, I think it's about
to start raining again."
She propped herself on to her elbow,
causing the blanket to fall around her hips and expose her naked
hips. Her skin was pale, very much so in contrast to her dark hair. I
felt an urge to reach out and touch her back, with its smooth,
unmarred skin which reminded me so much of a porcelain doll – the
curve of her shoulder blade was incredibly enticing.
"Indeed,
Konan-san. Perhaps we could wait it out together." I suggested
sleepily, running my hand through my auburn hair. She laughed softly,
then looked over her shoulder at me.
"As much as I would love
to keep you company, I need to go. Perhaps I'll see you tonight. "
She told me.
She climbed out of my bed and scurried around my
apartment, gathering her belongings, then shrugged in to her
kimono.
At the door she smiled back at me, and waved slightly.
Then she was gone; down the dirt road to her okiya.
"Indeed you
will, Konan-san." I said to myself.
---
I stood in front of the full length
mirror, Lady Akashi behind me tying my white obi.
"My my,
Konan. Your danna is so generous. This kimono must have been very
expensive."
It must have been, too. It was exquisite. It was the
finest kimono I had ever worn, let alone seen. It was silk of a soft
pale pink colour with white blossoms and leaves printed delicately up
the side; almost as if they were being blown by the wind. The obi was
being tied in the apprentice style to compliment it as much as
possible, even though I had just turned eighteen the night before,
and technically a full-fledged geisha.
"Yes. It is certainly
one of Pein-sama's good traits." My voice was soft as I said
this, my eyes down cast. Others were not so redeeming.
"Imagine
that! A man having your mizuage and becoming your danna in the same
night. Your eighteenth birthday, too." The way she said it made is
seem like she wasn't talking to me.
Still, I nodded solemnly,
and examined myself in the mirror.
I was the same as ever, but I
felt so different. I had gone to the hair dressers that morning, and
instead of white silk in my split-peach hairstyle, it was blood red.
I was a woman now, and it scared me.
Having a mizuage when you
turned eighteen was generally a rare thing; but in my case, it was a
cunning plan to collect as much money as possible. It worked, believe
me. I found that many-a-man had wanted my mizuage – a fact that I
was shocked to discover. I was startled out of my thoughts by Lady
Akashi.
"There you go, Konan. Time for you to go."
I
stepped into my zori, and out of the door. Lady Akashi then struck
flint behind me for luck, and I climbed into the rickshaw, on my way
to the Ichiraku teahouse.
---
I gazed forlornly out of the side of
the rickshaw as I passed the buildings and chattering people on the
streets of Gion. I didn't want to go out. I became a geisha because
I had no choice, not because I wanted to. I simply loathed doing what
I had to each day. I hated the lecherous men I was forced to be
exposed to. They only wanted one thing, really. I would never do that
with anyone, unless I was obligated to. I knew that I had no chance
of finding love in this dreary lifestyle. I had heard stories of
geisha that had fallen in love with their danna – but I was far
from believing them. It didn't matter. My danna didn't love me, I
could tell by his manner towards me. And I certainly didn't love
him. I had considered running from this life, but I knew I would
never get away with it. I was condemned to this forever. Great.
People are deluded when they think that being a geisha is glamorous.
They think it is all pretty outfits and makeup. They couldn't be
more wrong, honestly. It's hard. They call us entertainers – the
word geisha itself means 'arts'. But I think it's just a toned
down way of calling us prostitutes. It's what we do, isn't it?
I
flushed with embarrassment when I noticed that I had arrived and that
the rickshaw driver had been trying to get my attention.
"Gomen."
I apologised quietly, and accepted his hand as he helped me out of
the cart.
I thanked him with a dip of my head and one of my geisha
smiles. Fake, but no one could tell the difference. The middle-aged
man looked as if he couldn't gather a coherent reply, and ended up
just making stuttering noises. As a reaction, I giggled bashfully,
bringing my hand up to my mouth as if in attempt to cover my smile.
Practically textbook material, but incredibly effective. I turned
away to face the teahouse, and then paused. I let out an exhausted
sigh.
"Same thing, different night." I muttered.
As I
made my way up the white pebbled path leading to the grand wooden
building – with talismans hanging from the veranda to ward off evil
spirits -, I could hear the loud laughter of men attending the
parties within. For whatever reasons I do know not know, I suddenly
remembered what I had said to Pein that morning.
"Perhaps I'll
see you tonight."
I realised how silly of me it was to say that.
Of course I would see him. It was his father's party. I mentally
slapped myself for my lack of judgement.
I slid open the door and
approached Lady Fumi – the owner of the teahouse. I enquired to
which of the private rooms the party I was to attend was held in. She
directed me to the room in the back of the teahouse; the spacious one
with doors leading outside in to the lush green gardens. These could
be opened to let in a cool night breeze, along with soothing sounds
of the night and the trickling of a water feature in one of the
garden corners. It was the most aesthetically pleasing room and I had
visited it several times. I headed down the hall, and knelt before
sliding the door open. I then entered the lively room, a geisha smile
on my face.
---
When I walked into the room, there
was a slight hush and I could feel the eyes on me. It was awkward. I
must have been late. ---
I blushed daintily, which cause a man to
chuckle. His deep rumbling voice was light hearted when he spoke to
me.
"Calm down, child. Come and sit, enjoy yourself."
I
looked up and notice that it was the host of the party who spoke to
me. When I smiled, he inclined his head to an empty space with one
eyebrow raised. It was a very comical gesture. It made me laugh
somewhat genuinely. Apparently, that was the aim, - because when I
did he grinned as if he had achieved something. I took a spot between
two men who looked to be in their early thirties. I poured them each
a cup of sake. The three of us were exchanging stories and sharing
jokes when I felt someone's gaze upon me. I looked across the
table, where Pein was sitting.
"Oh, Konban wa, Pein-sama. How
are you this evening?" I asked him politely.
The look on his
face was unimpressed, which worried me. My two companions seemed to
notice this, too, and leaned closer to him, entirely interested in
what he might say.
"Hello, Konan. I am well, thank you." His
tone was rigid and stiff, to my dismay. If he was disappointed, I
wasn't doing my job as a geisha properly. The geisha next to him
was desperately trying to grasp his attention – to no avail. His
stony gaze was focused on me. Just me. What had I done?
"Pein-sama?
Has something displeased you?" I asked meekly.
"No, Konan."
He replied to quickly, "If you would excuse me for a moment or
two..." He then finished, stood up abruptly, and left the room.
I
must have looked devastated, because one of the men next to me put a
hand on my sleeved arm. I turned my head to look at him. He was
giving me a comforting smile. I lifted the corners of my lips in
reply. He seemed satisfied with this.
"Say, Konan-san, I've
heard you are quite the dance. Why don't you show us something?"
He suggested, his voice rose about the clamour in the room.
"What
a splendid idea, Tanaka-san. How about it, Konan-san?"
"Why,
I'd be honoured!" I gasped, trying my hardest to look surprised
and excited.
There was a hum of voices as people turned to each
other and voiced their agreements.
"Misora-san? Would you
please fetch a shamisen?"
"Ah, sumimasen – there is no need,
I'd be happy to get it myself. I have something to take care of
anyway." I assured.
"If you say so." He shrugged.
I
stepped out of the room and closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath.
I made my way slowly down the hallway again in search of Lady Fumi.
Once I had found her, she handed me a worn shamisen, which was still
in good condition. Once I had retrieved the instrument, I proceeded
with my second task: finding Pein. I walked carefully, yet
purposefully, through the teahouse, checking empty rooms and looking
out windows. I even ventured into the gardens. I couldn't find him
anywhere. Finally, I gave up. If I took much longer, the guests at
the party would wonder where I was. I felt defeated. I began the trip
back to the tea room, my shoulders slumped and the shamisen in hand.
I wondered where he had disappeared to; he wouldn't have left his
father's own gathering. I was almost back to the party when a patch
of darkness appeared in the wall next to me and I was dragged by a
pair of muscular arms, my cries of alarm cut off by a large hand. I
was pushed against wooden shelving which only made a soft thump for
an odd reason. The space was cramped and I could feel a man's body
held against mine – both of us barely fitting in the area. He was
at least a foot taller than me, with broad shoulders. I couldn't
have gotten away if I tried. I realised that we were inside a closet
for table cloths and rags – the door practically seamless against
the wall. Once he had closed the door behind both of us I inhaled a
sharp breath. I could feel his soft hair tickling my cheeks as he
bent down in front of me, so he could see my face; just as I could
feel his breath against my jaw line. His breathing was calm and
steady. I squeezed my eyes shut, dreading what he wanted from me. I
believe I was actually surprised with what really happened.
"What
are you trying to do?" He hissed in my ear.
"Why, that's an
excellent question. I could ask you the same thing." I
retorted.
There was a growl at the back of his throat, I could
tell.
"Don't treat me like a fool. I saw how you acted with
those men. You didn't even acknowledge me, the man you gave
yourself to."
I paused for a moment before asking:
"Pein-sama?"
"Yes, Konan! Who else?" His voice was still
hushed.
"I'm not sure what you mean. I was doing my job." I
glared at him through the darkness.
"Yes. But I'm your danna.
I come first."
"I do have clients other than you; some of
which are waiting for me." I tried to push against him, but he
wouldn't move an inch.
"Hah. You act different when no one
else is around." He noted.
"Of course, I don't enjoy what I
do." I pointed out bluntly. That was something I shouldn't have
said.
"You seemed to enjoy yourself last night." He then
plucked at the collar of my kimono, "You even wore the kimono I
gave you."
"Why would I enjoy doing that with someone who did
love me, and I them? I did it because I had no other choice." There
was a hard edge to my voice. I ignored the second statement.
I
stared at him defiantly, but my eyes still widened with shock when he
pressed his lips against mine, his tongue snaking into my mouth. I
moaned with distaste, bringing my hands up to push against him. He
merely grasped both of my wrists in one of his hands, sliding the
other slowly up my thigh – he held me still, with as much effort he
would put in to it if someone was as weak as a child. Perhaps, in
comparison to him, I was. His mouth moved to my jaw, sucking, then
moved south to my neck. He slid his tongue down the muscle in my
neck, and I whimpered for him to stop. I was so helpless. I gasped
when he bit in to my collar bone, before he moved back up to my mouth
for a final lingering moment. A tear rolled down my cheek. This was
why I hated being a geisha.
"Well, that's just too bad..."
He remarked, releasing my wrists, though not moving any further away.
I could feel his smirk against my lips. I was breathing heavily, my
chest rising and falling; yearning for air.
"Don't treat me
as if I am some common prostitute." I knew that I was, essentially.
I just didn't like being reminded.
His laugh was low and
dangerous, "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it."
This man
scared me.
"If you will excuse me, I have somewhere I need to
be. You are welcome to come watch the performance." I said briefly,
using correct speech.
Once again I tried to move away from him,
which he allowed. I picked up the shamisen which I had dropped and
worked my way around him; his hands were continuously touching me
accidently. When I lifted my hand to open the door, he said:
"Don't forget, Konan. You're mine. I paid for you – I can
do with you as I like. As you said: you have no choice." A shiver
went down my spine; I didn't like the implications that were in
that one statement.
As I left, I only barely hear him mutter:
Interesting.
"Dance for me, Konan."
I
stood in the back corner of the room, hidden in the shadows, and
watched her. She was amazing, her every movement beautiful. As she
danced, I found myself without a doubt attracted to her. She was not
like any of the others I had met. Truly unique. I could get used to
her...she was absolutely enchanting; no matter how bold she may be
with her actions toward me. I fingered an ear piercing and smiled.
This rare personality was my possession. She belonged to me.
"Hmm...I like that. Yes, very much. You may not see it now, but
you will come to realise that you are mine; that you must be
with me. Be free for now, Konan. We will see how it turns out."
I
looked at her again. She had finished dancing, and was feeding
everyone fake smiles. I chuckled under my breath.
"Yes.
Konan... my little enchantress."
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So, how was it? This is possibly the
longest fanfiction chapter I have ever written. I will update as soon
as I can. My other stories, too. Since I may be turning my other
Naruto fic into a chapter story.
Review! :D