GEISHA... Life Behind the Mask
Author: Hikari
Email: machi_no_tenshi@excite.com
Rated: R
Part: Chapter 6


AN (12/25/00)-
OK PEOPLE, I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE AND APPRECIATE THIS NICE
LITTLE HOLIDAY PRESENT FROM ME TO YOU. AFTER ALL, I WROTE
THIS DURING MY VACATION, OUT OF SOMEONE ELSE'S COMPUTER
AND WITHOUT MY PRELIMINARY CHAPTER SKETCH WHICH BASICALLY
MENT I HAD TO START FROM SCRATCH. THANKS TO LAZ-CHAN FOR
PRE-READING THIS.



Chapter 6:

She stared at the hotel room's door, her pasted on
smile turning into bitter resentment as she remembered the
speech her mother had given her this morning.

^.^ flashback ^.^

"Now you listen to me Usagi," Mama-san said as
she paced the room. "You will do everything in your power
to be nice and keep your American danna happy."

Upon seeing Usagi's apathetic face she continued
on a harsher tone. "Don't think that your other danna
haven't complained to me in the past about your cold
behaviour. If you didn't want them as your danna you
shouldn't have accepted their offer."

Anger rose within Usagi. "How dare you say that?!
You know I have no choice but to except Obaa-san's wishes!"
Usagi's eyes slitted even further and if looks could
kill... "And besides," she continued. "If they were so
unhappy with me, why didn't they just leave instead of
always coming back?!"

"You will keep your American danna happy, *do
you understand*?" Mama-san repeated in clipped tones.
"International danna can be good for business, and that
is what Obaa-san wants. *Is that understood*?"

Usagi lowered her head and clenched her fists.
"*Hai, Mama-san,*" she answered before continuing her
sentence with a slow venomous pitch. "*As YOU wish.*"

^.^ end of flashback ^.^

She had knocked. He had answered from within.
Now, all that was left was for him to lead her inside and
take her body like the rest of her danna had done. Not
caring about her feelings... Not wondering if she wanted
to or not... Just as an object to sedate their need.

Yet, incredibly enough, that was her only
salvation. If she was only considered as an object,
they would leave her soul alone. And a body without
a soul would not keep anyone happy for long.

The door opened slowly and there he stood: wet
black hair, deep blue eyes, seductive smile and all. He
was wearing a pair of black trousers and a blue button-
down shirt, which accented the color of his eyes. 'His
eyes!' She thought alarmed as she realized they were
roaming over her body, taking in her appearance. It took
everything she had to prevent a blush from surfacing on
her cheeks.

She couldn't understand why she was so nervous.
It wasn't as if this was her first danna; she had been
doing this since she was 16. And then, for a brief
moment, she wondered how much this new American danna
of hers knew about geisha. Did he know that by geisha
standards he held the status of her husband? Did he know
that as her danna she was forced to do almost anything he
asked? Did- did he know that besides the three underlying
kimonos, she was naked at this very moment?

"Come in." Darien said with a smile. "I was
just finishing getting ready."

Usagi discarded her geta and walked inside. She
made her way over to the couch and sat down, waiting...
Waiting, for what she knew was going to happen.
Waiting... for the inevitable.

"-o, do you want to or not?" Darien finished as
he handed her a glass filled with orange juice and sat
down beside her.

"Want to what?" She squeaked. Somehow, sitting
so close to him while being alone here in his hotel room
made her nervous.

He gave her a warm smile as he realized he had
caught her mind elsewhere. "I asked you if you wanted
to go to a karaoke bar tonight."

"Oh," was all she could answer. Where the hell
was her train of thought planning on taking her to?
"What ever you'd like," she answered steadying her voice.

"Alright then," he said as he stood up
enthusiastically. "To the karaoke bar it is then!"


*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*


"This place is packed," Darien announced as they
walked inside, the eyes of the customers following Usagi's
movement across the room. Why did people always have to
gawk and point as if she were some rare or nearly extinct
animal?

"This way," she heard him call as a server
directed them to a table. The waiter bowed -briefly
looking at her- before leaving in order to bring back
the order of sake and hors d'oeuvres.

Once the bottle arrived, she poured him a cup
and dared to speak with the same friendly manner she
used during geisha parties. "So," she began. "Are you
going to sing for me?"

He blushed momentarily before accepting the drink.
"If that's what you'd like. But..." he raked his long
fingers through the dark silky mass that was his hair.
"I'm not good at singing in Japanese. I don't even know
any of the songs."

"Silly," she said while laughing at him.
"Karaoke bars have T.V. screens with the song lyrics
passing on them!"

"Well then, I guess I have no excuse." Darien
winked at her before leaving, and walking in the direction
of the stage. Signalling the man to play any song he
wanted, Darien waited nervously for the lyrics to appear
on screen.

"O ta ma ya ku shi wa kaeru no ko
"Tama zu no mago de wa? de ha? -um...
"Na i wa i na
"Sore ga na ni yo ri cho-sho? -um..."

Darien grew silent. He had lost his pace and
his place as the lyrics kept flashing by the screen.
He looked towards the audience for encouragement, trying
to find that one special face, but the stage lights
restricted his vision. Yet, for some odd reason, he
could *feel* her eyes on him, and for her... he would
do *anything.*

Taking a deep breath, he turned to the screen
once more and finished the song as best he could.
Backing away from the microphone, he made his way to the
table and gave her a sheepish grin. "Not exactly the
serenade you were expecting, ne?"

Usagi's hear throbbed upon seeing his disappointed
face. He looked like a lost puppy. Then, remembering
she wasn't supposed to be enjoying his company, her
expression turned cold. "You were fine."

Sitting himself down, he grinned at her. "So,
how 'bout you sing for me this time?"

"If *you* wish."

Darien was taken aback by her answer. Something
was wrong, he could tell. "Usagi," he said shaking his
head slowly. "Only do it if *you* want to."

Slowly, Usagi stood and walked towards the stage.
Telling the man her choice, she grabbed the microphone
and waited for the music to start.

"Ue wo mu-ite, a-ruko-
"Namida ga kobore naiyo-ni
"Omoidasu-, haru no hi.
"Hito-ribo-chi no yoru-"

Darien gazed at her on stage. She was stunning.
There was something unknown about Usagi that attracted
attention. And, by looking around the bar, he knew he
wasn't the only one transfixed.

"Shiawase wa sora no ue ni-
"Shiawase wa tsuki no ue ni-
"Ue o mu-ite, a-ruko-
"Namida ga kobore naiyo-ni
"Omoidasu-, na na na na.
"Nana na na-na nara.
"Nana na na-na nara."

She bowed her head and placed the microphone back
on the stand. However, it wasn't until she began to walk
back to her table that the people began to stand and cheer
at her performance. Usagi looked around, smiling her
gratitude at the people, until her cerulean eyes locked
with deep-sea blue. How those eyes could shine with such
intensity, she did not know... all she was sure of, was
that they only shone that way towards her.

"I think tonight deserves a toast," Darien said
as they sat down and he poured both her and himself a
drink. "To karaoke!"

"KANPAI!" She echoed happily as she downed the
first of many drinks that would come while at the bar.


*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*


Once the night was over, Darien and Usagi took a
cab back to his hotel room. Usagi, through out the long
ride on the elevator, not being able to shake the feeling
of her impending destiny. She thought she knew what was
to come; however, something from deep within told her she
didn't have a clue.

Darien turned to face her once at the foot of his
unlocked door. Placing his right hand on her waist, he
moved her body closer to his. Licking his dry lips, he
looked into her eyes. They were scared. 'Of what?' He
didn't know, but he was sure that he could make those
same sad eyes smile with joy... with ecstasy. He lowered
his lips to her trembling ones, and for the first time,
he kissed her. It was everything he had imagined and more.

The slow seductive movement of Darien's mouth on
hers was causing turmoil within her mind. For her, it
seemed, this was the first time she had really been
kissed. Not a cold peck on her closed mouth... Not a
drunken man's slobbering kiss... Instead, the feel of
a warm man's lips responding to hers, as a living
breathing woman.

"Stay the night." He pleaded softly into her ear,
his voice filled with need.

"If- If you wish." She answered trying to regain
the cold front she had somehow lost during his kiss.

"NO," he said as he hugged her body closer. "Tell
me *you* want to."

She managed to utter a broken, "yes," as tears of
confusion began to fall down her cheeks.

And that was all it took. In a second she was in
his arms, his legs slamming shut the door and taking them
towards the bed. On the soft covers, he sat her down,
kissing her lips as his hands began to undo her
traditional hairstyle.

"Ya- yamete," she whispered hoarsely as her hands
closed over his. "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to let your hair down. I doubt you
sleep well with all those pins there at night." He
grinned at her. "Or do you usually sleep like this?"

Her body stiffened. "I don't."

He kissed her neck. "Then let me take them off."

"It's a wig," she stated as her face turned
serious. "That's not my real hair."

"Then..." He stopped what he was doing to look
into her eyes. "Can I take it off?"

Without giving him an answer, she took of the
wig and placed it aside. Then, she untied the cloth
that bound her hair, letting it spill down her shoulders.
Instantly, she lowered her head as if humiliated because
of what she had just done.

She was a BLOND! This Japanese woman had natural
*golden-blond* hair!

Darien snapped out of his shock, raised her head,
and looked into her eyes. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"My hair..." she said in a whisper, " is not like
that of other true geisha."

He smiled at her. "I think it's beautiful.
I think you're beautiful," Darien began as he ran his
fingers through her golden strands. "Do you know how
long I've dreamed of being able to be like this with you?
Since the first time I saw you. You were an obsession
for me, and I wanted to have you so badly..."

There was a glimpse of something in Darien's
eyes before he kissed her. It looked like a spark, the
beginnings of a flame. Then, all she could feel were
his hands on her body, untying her obi and parting her
kimonos... one - by - one.

She could not remember when he divested himself
of his clothing, all she could recall were her eyes
widening at the sudden sensation of two bodies becoming
one. Why she thought of their joining in that way was
something that her brain refused to comprehend. She had
never before thought sex could feel like that. She had
never before *experienced* sex that way. The only thing
her hazy mind knew for sure was that *this* was just the
beginning.

Then, the sensations he stirred in her became
indescribable. Pretty soon, something began to burn
within her too. It was a feeling of unbearable torn
emotions, and one unreachable goal. Her being only
certain of one thing, what ever it was wanted* and
*needed* release... soon.


To be continued...

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