Based on: Edo AU/ Samurai!Aomine and Geisha!Kagami

A beautiful kimono with silky red fabric, decorated with a golden pattern rested on his strong shoulders as he tightened the obi on his slim waist. He glanced at the mirror and touched its surface with his fingers. Long hair was now tied up, some strands left untouched at the sides of his head, nicely curling and resting on his shoulders. Lips crimson like blood, the color matching his kimono, hair and eyes, which lacked their usual playfulness.

Pursing his lips in a thin line, Taiga stood up from his position and threw a last glance to his reflection in the mirror before exiting the room and with light, unhurried steps made his way through the crowded corridors. There were some important guests that evening, that's why the servants were practically running around with trays of food and bottles of sake.

A girl tripped and almost fell, but Taiga caught her skillfully mid-air with one hand and the tray with other one. She had such a terrified face when she tripped that Taiga couldn't simply watch. Helping her to straighten herself and giving the saved food back, he continued walking, not paying much attention to the whispers which followed him like a curse.

"Is that a man?" the girl, probably a new servant asked, gaping after him.

"Shh, stupid. Taiga-san is the most beautiful geisha out there. Despite the fact he's a man." the other girl said, sighing happily.

"But I heard he never had private customers as other geishas. He's like… our prideful maiden." the third one added "I also heard that he was supposed to be a samurai, but his parents sold him when he was fourteen. Poor child."

"Shut up and go work, you good-for-nothing gossips!" an older woman yelled at them and yelping, they rushed to do their tasks.

Meanwhile, Taiga was approaching the door to the large room he was already supposed to be in ten minutes ago, and sighed when he heard laughter from the other side. He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. It was just another night when he had to entertain the customers. He wanted to throw up only when he imagined the drunken idiots who called themselves samurais. Taiga couldn't accept it. He even wanted to become of them.

A smirk plastered on his lips as he opened his eyes and gently pushed the door open.

The room went silent in an instant, all eyes directed to him as he stepped inside. Taiga turned around to close the door, and keeping an extremely elegant posture, and more importantly, his head up, made his way through the lined up customers, who continued looking at him even when he stopped in front of his master, the owner, bowed slightly and sit by his side.

He felt eyes boring into him from all directions, but his face remained calm and his posture composed.

The owner, Kiyoshi, smiled his usual goofy smile and cleared his throat next to him.

"So, gentlemen, this is our diamond, Taiga. He'll gladly keep us company this night."

"Is that a man, Kiyoshi-san?" a man with glasses and fox-like features asked. Probably the leader of their group, Taiga thought.

"Yes… oh, is that a problem, Imayoshi-san?" Kiyoshi questioned, a bit worried if he insulted them by bringing Taiga here.

Taiga's mouth twitched, the corner of his lips quirking slightly up. He wanted to laugh so badly, just for the sake of laughing. This was ridiculous. As his whole life, though.

"Oh, no." Imayoshi waved a hand dismissively "I just wanted to make sure."

Sure? Why is that? This made Taiga curious.

Eyes sparkled behind his glasses and his disgusting smirk widened "Because his chest is so flat." he laughed and others laughed with him.

Taiga's blood began to boil in his veins. His plump, red colored lips pursed into a thin line as he stuck his chin in the air and glared at these assholes who dared to call themselves samurais.

So what if he was a geisha? It wasn't his life choice to begin with!

A second later though, his anger disappeared like it was never here. He understood it was simply not worth his attention. With a cold stare he scanned the faces of the drunken idiots.

Ruby eyes stopped on a pair of dark blue ones as their owner kept looking at him. Taiga narrowed his eyes as on the samurai's lips appeared a devious smirk. He broke the eye-contact and glanced at the others.

"Aomine!" Imayoshi suddenly spoke up, making Taiga focus his attention on him.

"What is it?" a deep smooth, like silk voice answered and Taiga turned his head to the source. The man with deep blue – like depths of ocean – eyes, stood up and was glaring at Imayoshi.

"Come here and pour some sake for your captain." Imayoshi patted the empty space at his right, his smile still on its place.

Kiyoshi, who sat on the left side, said "Oh, let Taiga serve you some."

Taiga's hands gripped the inside of the kimono's sleeves tighter at the mention of his name.

Imayoshi shook his head and when Aomine sat by his side and filled the empty cup, he turned his eyes back to Taiga.

"I'd better watch what this man could do to entertain us."

Taiga wanted to punch him in the face. For entertainment obviously.

Kiyoshi shifted on his spot and put a reassuring hand on Taiga's shoulder and whispered a small "Please, Taiga." in his ear, thing which calmed redhead's spirits in a blink of eye. He closed his eyes and smiled to himself. Yeah, he just has to do his work, and show these bastards what he's capable of.

"Yes, master." he replied, opening his mouth to speak for the first time. His voice was anything but feminine and he was fully aware of that. Searching for their reaction, he was a bit disappointed to see Imayoshi nod in agreement. Then his eyes landed on the young samurai, Aomine, and he had to suppress a shiver. There was such an intensity in those blue, narrowed eyes, like Aomine was able to see through him. Taiga wanted to escape that gaze, so he stood up and walked to the space left for their performances.

He knew he had to turn around, but his heart squeezed painfully in his chest.

He had to concentrate, forget all the unnecessary things, to keep his emotions in check. Exhaling softly, Taiga turned gracefully around and began dancing, following the soft sounds of samisens his colleagues, fellow geishas were playing.

He was so absorbed in his performance that he didn't notice when the noises around him died completely, only the rhythmic sound of his heart beating in his ears and the music were heard.

Taiga didn't bother to look at their faces, because their reaction didn't matter to him.

The music stopped and he stopped moving as well. The performance was over finally. He gracefully bowed and began walking back to his seat.

There was still silent in the room so he just had to check why. When he raised his head and looked around, the men started clapping and whistling, he didn't believe his eyes and ears. A blush creeped up his face and neck. He was so flustered that he wanted to run away.

Hurrying to sit on his spot, Taiga tripped over an empty bottle of sake and almost fell face-first on floor. Almost. Tanned strong hands kept him in place just like he helped that girl earlier. Taiga gripped one of the hands on his waist and tried to regain his balance. He muttered an apology and looked up only to drown in those depths of ocean this man had as eyes.

He looked to the side, and felt his blush deepen. Taiga pried himself off the man, who let go of him slower than he was supposed to, and sat on his spot.

Aomine sat down as well, but not without looking at Taiga with eyes the redhead started to refuse to look into, because of the insane rhythm of his heart. Taiga avoided Aomine for the rest of evening.

When the majority of customers were either too drunk or already occupying other rooms, pounding into other geishas (it was their own choice, because Kiyoshi never obliged anyone to sell their bodies, that's why Taiga was still a virgin and he was proud of it) Taiga excused himself, and Kiyoshi having a soft spot for him – seriously, he was like an older brother for Taiga – let him go to rest.

He left the room politely, like he was supposed to and began to walk more freely, briskly back to his room. He also loosened the obi round his waist and the kimono on his chest. Probably now his image contrasted with the one he had to keep for customers. Now he felt himself more like a man than woman. If only he didn't have this long hair and make-up on his face…

Taiga stopped in his tracks as he felt a hot breath on the back of his neck. He spun around fast but was immediately slammed into the nearest wall as a strong, hot body pressed against his. Taiga wasn't weak himself – he trained, and not only with the fans – but this man was surely stronger. He opened his eyes and when he saw that it was Aomine, all the blood rushed to his face, but not because he felt embarrassed – he was angry.

"Let me go, you bastard!" he growled while trying to free himself from the samurai's iron grip.

"Do I look that stupid?"

The question made Taiga stop and throw him a confused look. Blue eyes rolled.

"I mean, uh, who is stupid enough to let go of such a beauty?" Aomine smirked, invading more of Taiga's personal space.

Taiga glared at him, yelping when a hand went under his kimono and took a leg, caressing it a bit before raising it off floor to hook around Aomine's waist. Taiga lost his balance for the second time that evening. He gripped Aomine's shoulder to not fall, biting his bottom lip in frustration. Unable to slap this jerk across the face, unable to escape those hands…

Just as Taiga let go of his abused lip, Aomine didn't wait much and pressed his warm and wet lips against Taiga's. Crimson eyes widened in shock. It was his first kiss! This asshole!

Aomine continued to caress Taiga's leg and kiss passionately on the lips he wanted to taste the moment he firstly saw them. A small moan escaped those plump, delicious lips and Aomine didn't let the chance slip. He plunged his tongue into that hot cavern, deepening the kiss. He felt Taiga relax under his touch and smirked triumphantly to himself. Taiga finally surrendered!

Or so he thought until he felt a cold blade pressed to his neck. When? And more importantly, how?

Aomine opened his eyes and watched how Taiga's cheeks were colored in deep red, just like his hair and his beautiful eyes. Those eyes and the burning gaze in them made Aomine shiver. He slowly let go of Taiga and that straightened himself, still holding Aomine's sword close to his neck. Then he smirked.

"You shouldn't let your guard down so easily. Aomine."

He made some steps backward and wiped at his lips, spreading the red lipstick on his cheek. Aomine swallowed. Taiga just became hotter in his eyes.

Making more steps backward, Taiga skillfully threw the sword and it flew near Aomine's cheek, sticking into the opposing wooden wall. Then he turned around and walked away, throwing over his shoulder a look that was anything but hateful, promising even.

It was okay though. Aomine was a pretty patient man. He grinned and liked his lips, watching as Taiga's figure was retreating. He still felt the heat of Taiga's body lingering on his skin and his taste on his tongue.

Aomine felt like his patience just flew out of window. Grabbing his sword and putting it back in its sheath, he darted after Taiga. Maybe he will be lucky enough and won't get his dick cut today.