Geisha
"A Geisha is not allowed to love..."
He does not care, he goes to her anyway. If she knew him in an everyday sense, if she knew how he treated humans, she would have never approached him that day. She would have never given a glimpse of her pale wrist, she would have never smiled at him in that wwy, she would have never pursued him.
But he had always had more self control. He had a strong opinon of humans, male or femalr, young or old. But she had been different. Of course she had been different, he had not injured or ignored her. He had not spoken to her. She had yet to push him for words, she never pined for him the way most females did and it bothered him somewhere deep inside. He would never admit to the satisfaction he got from seeing females pining for him, for a love he would never give, they would never have. He had never loved, and he never will.
"A Geisha is not allowed to love..."
He does not care, he goes to her anyway.
He knows what she is. She is not a lover, she is not a prostitute, she is not a common whore. She is an artist. She is a dancer, a singer, a weaver of beautiful music. She is a wife of the night time. She does not sell her body, but her talents. She can never be a lover, she can never wed or barr a child. She can never leave her okiya because she belongs to it. She is not a woman, she is a Geisha. She paints her face to hide her face. She is meant as a mystery, and entertainer and nothing more. But to him, she has become more, more than anyone ever has.
"A Geisha is not allowed to love..."
He does not care, he goes to her anyway.
How had he become this way? Following a woman when she was supposed to follow him. How had he become this way? Following a woman he could never have. He was not himself anymorr, he was the shadow of a man he once was. He was actually...afraid of this new thing festerjng inside of him. This was against every one of hus rules, the rules he set there to prevent this, prevent him from becoming this, something he hated. This was his only fear, and he had all but embraced it. When had things went this way, when did a human woman almost bring him tk his knees?
"A Geisha is not allowed to love..."
He does not care, he goes to her anyway.
He tells hrr to comr with him, and for the first time he is refused an order. He does not question her actions, he does not force her to bend under his will. He cares for her too much to force such a thing upon her. It helps him rrgain some of his former glory, it helps him thicken that hide once again so he is back to himself again. He does not watch her leave, he has never done so. She is supposed to watch him leavr, another thing she never does. He asks her why she does not come with him, and all she does is smile with those painted lips and he almost kisses her. Almost.
"A Geisha is not allowed to love..."
So Let me know what you think and if I should make this into a story. R&R please ^-^
