Disclaimers: Fine! I don't own them!! But Aoshi is mine!! And Fuuma too!!
A.n: Wheeeeeeeee!!! Konnichiwa!! Minna-san! It's the school holidays and I just came back from my trip to Japan!!! Argh!! Damnit! I didn't bring enough money!!! And there wasn't enough time!!!! *sob* Anyhoo, enjoy!! (Note: //flashbacks//)
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Everyone goes to Hell. Everyone lives in Hell. This is, after all, the only fair way to decide who should
and should not go. And if you survive Hell --
Then you are granted Heaven.
All Hell is, really, is a state of mind. Three parts despair, two parts hatred, four parts pain, one part
denial. There is no love in Hell, real or imagined. Those you love turn on you, or hurt you, or never
love you in return.
We all live in Hell.
Some of us just choose to deny it.
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It was raining, the fat droplets of water rolled off the roof of the geisha quarters and splashed onto the stone garden that separated the quarters from the main building. Shinyoko nervously shifted her gaze to Misao, sighing audibly as she helped to remove her bandages for the last time. Misao's eyes were glazed over, devoid of any emotion, staring at the rain that pounded on the roof outside.
"Ne, Misao-chan, daijoubu ka? You've been awfully quiet." Shinyoko asked in concern. Misao had rarely talked since yesterday, she didn't even argue with Amamiya when the okiya denied her of dinner for returning late. Misao stared blankly at Shinyoko as if she didn't recognise the girl. Nodding slowly, she plastered a ghost of a smile on her face before returning to her dazed state, murmuring a soft "arigatou" as Shinyoko finished removing the bandages. Shinyoko gritted her teeth, when she returned yesterday, she barely noticed her face was stained with blood and refused to eat anything. She barely defended herself when Amamiya slapped and beat her for being an "ungrateful brat with an expensive taste". *This has to stop.* Shinyoko drew to a conclusion.
"Misao, why aren't you eating?" Shinyoko said as she kept the first-aid kit.
"Not hungry." Misao said hoarsely.
"You didn't eat for a day and a half and you're tell me that you're NOT HUNGRY???" Shinyoko half yelled at her, her eyes growing in disbelief. Misao just looked at her, blinking her sapphire-like eyes.
"Okay, okay... Then can you tell me why EXACTLY, why are you not talking." Shinyoko said through gritted teeth, attempting to calm her nerves. Misao lowered her eyes, focusing her gaze on the dark-green swallow patterns against the olive-green kimono.
"You had a fight with him didn't you?" Shinyoko sighed, her tone softening; her eyes flickered with concern. Misao nodded shifting her gaze from her kimono back to the rain outside, slipping back into her dazed state.
"What are you going to do?" Shinyoko asked, receiving no response from Misao.
"Are you going to eat?" No response.
"Are you going to sleep?" No response.
"Are you going to say anything?" No response.
"Are you going to allow yourself to remain in this state?" Shinyoko asked exasperatedly. Misao looked up at Shinyoko, as if considering the idea.
"Kami-sama Misao-chan! Do you think passive suicide would help you or anybody? Or make that Aoshi guy fall in love with you? Are you out to hurt yourself? Do you want to die that badly?" Shinyoko screeched, her patience running low with Misao.
"Hai." Misao said dully, staring at Shinyoko with those blue eyes, those dead blue eyes.
"And may I ask WHY?" Shinyoko said with the utmost patience, glaring angrily at Misao.
"... Because, I want him to remember me. The girl he destroyed. He took away my..my youth!! He made me... me! Wait for him, and when he finally returned, he hurt me!! ME!! Of all people!!! I'VE TRIED Shin-chan, I've tried so.. so hard.... I want him to feel guilt, to feel the pain I bear with..." Misao said sharply before closing her eyes, willing the tears to go away. For his face to disappear from her memory. For the freedom that she once had and craves to return, to break free from the chains that "love" had used to bind her with. She felt a stinging pain singed across the skin on her cheek. She opened her eyes to see Shinyoko standing right in front of her, her face expressionless, her right hand raised.
"Sore wa chigaimasu. That's not why you are hurting yourself. You know it. You can't fool yourself like that. You can sit hear and cry if you want, demo, if you love him, you should go after him, or all your years of waiting and suffering would be wasted." Shinyoko said harshly, regretting that she had slapped Misao, she assumed Misao would jolt to her senses and block the blow.
"Misao! What do you think you're doing?? Get ready!! Takuya-san is waiting for you in the carriage. Hayaku na!!" Amamiya screamed behind the door, pounding on it with sharp knocks. Misao rose from her seat, nodding her head slightly at Shinyoko.
"Matte, you need to bring along an instrument with you that you can play." Shinyoko said as she tugged Misao's sleeve.
"Instrument?" Misao said, looking at Shinyoko as if recalling something from the precious memories of her past.
"Hai. You know like a shimasen or a koto. You do have one right?" Shinyoko said in an urgent tone.
"...Hai, hai. I do have one demo..." Misao said hastily as she rushed and fished out something from her neat pile of possessions, clutching a stick- like object.
"Is that it? It's just a wooden stick with some holes carved into it. It looks like a hand-made foreign instrument." Shinyoko commented as Misao hurriedly rushed out.
"It is." Misao said as she turned back to look at Shinyoko, plastering a small sad smile on her face, accompanied by a pair of blue orbs that could only belong to a glass statue, before running out into the rain and into the shelter of the musty carriage.
"Nan desu ka?" Amamiya spat as she sat down opposite Misao in the small carriage, a cloud of dust rising from the startled velvet deep-purple upholstery, looking scornfully at the instrument that Misao clutched.
"If you must know, it's a foreign instrument called the flute." Misao said in a flat tone, her eyes clouded over, memories threatening to take over. She stared out of the window drowning out Amamiya's crude, shrill voice and Kanjire's superficially warm laughter, watching as the trees flashed past the rocking carriage. The cool breeze tickled her face and played with her hair, sending her into her world of sub-consciousness, where the memories haunted her.
// "Aoshi-sama!! Aoshi-sama!! Where AAAAREEE YOUUUUUUU????" Misao yelled in a singsong voice as she turned around the corner, bumping into Hannya, sitting down hard on her butt.
"O-HA-YO!! HAN-NYA-KUN!!! AOSHI-SA-MA DO-KO DE-SU KA????" Misao yelled jubilantly as she lifted her hands up, waiting for Hannya to pull her off the ground.
"Ohayo Misao-chan, I don't know where AOSHI-SA-MA is." Hannya said as he lifted Misao off the ground, mimicking the way she had screamed Aoshi's name.
"Mou iya Hannya-kun. Uso! Uso! USOOOOOO!!!" Misao grinned as she bellowed into Hannya's ear, tugging at the horns on his mask as she dangled precariously on his shoulders.
"Maa maa, Misao-chan totemo genki desu." Hannya said, clamping his large hand around her smaller ones to prevent her from breaking his mask into two.
"HAI!! HAI!! A-TA-SHI WA TO-TE-MO GEN-KI DESU!!! GENKI! GENKI! GENKI!!" Misao said energetically as she jumped off Hannya's shoulders, landing on both her feet rather clumsily. Then she turned around, sticking her chin out expecting Hannya to tell her the truth immediately.
"If you listen carefully Misao, your heart would tell you where to find him." Hannya said, grinning behind the mask as he walked away, leaving Misao standing in the middle of the corridor.
"Eh? Mou iya Hannya-kun!!" Misao yelled at the back of the masked man, sitting down in the middle of the corridor to ponder over what the man had said. "Listen carefully Misao" The words echoed over and over again in her head. * Listen to my heart? Mou, I can't here a thing!! What am I going to do?? I can't find Aoshi-sama if I can't listen to my heart! Hannya no baka, I must tell Aoshi-sama that he found a stupid ninja. * Just then, a distant melody made its way to Misao's ears. Unconsciously, Misao started humming softly to the tune. Misao got up from her position, following the direction of the tune till she reached the sakura orchard. There sitting under a huge sakura tree was Aoshi-sama, playing an instrument.
"Kirei..." The word escaping Misao's lips, as she stood at the gate of the orchard, oblivious of the fact that Aoshi had stopped playing and was standing in front of her.
"Nanze?" Aoshi said, pretending to frown as he stared down at Misao, snapping her out of her reverie.
"GO-MEN NA-SAI!! Aoshi-SA-MA!!" Misao yelled as she glomped onto Aoshi's legs, unable to reach his shoulders. Aoshi stood still as she climbed up and settled herself on his shoulders, yammering loudly about her inability to hear her heart and stupid ninjas, Aoshi of course didn't understand a thing she was rattling about.
"Misao-chan, do you know it's rude to yell into someone's ear?" Aoshi said teasingly, pretending to hold his ears in pain.
"Oops. Gomen Aoshi-sama." Misao said lowering her voice and pressing a finger against her lips, blushing prettily as she clung from his shoulders. Aoshi smirked, moving back towards the sakura tree. As he leaned back against the tree, Misao scrambled off his shoulders and rolled onto his broad chest, pouting angrily at his attempt to crush her. Aoshi felt a smile tugging at his lips as he closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of sakuras.
"Ne Aoshi-sama, what were you playing just now?" Misao asked, cocking her head sideways.
"It's a flute, do you want to know how to play it?" Aoshi said sitting up.
"HAI!!!" //
The carriage comes to a stop, halting outside a huge western building, obviously the house of the minister. The high black gates swing open as two guards rush out in the rain.
"Iku." Amamiya says sharply as she alights the carriage, opening her umbrella before walking up the pathway towards the house, with Kanjire leading the way. Misao steps out of the carriage, opening her violet umbrella, walking slowly up the pathway and into the house, stepping out of the cold that chilled her bones and into the warmth that chilled her heart.
"Iku yo Misao-chan, Takana-san is waiting for us." Kanjire said extending his hand to Misao. Ignoring his hand, Misao started to climb the spiral staircase to the room, with Kanjire slightly behind her and Amamiya by his side. The unsettling ominous feeling shrouded Misao in her deep thought. She could feel this maddening surrealistic presence around her, as if what she was doing was going against destiny, fate or her heart. What ever it was, it was sending her reeling into another uneasy state; the musty smell of the corridor stung her nostrils. They entered a large room, dimly lit by Western candles. The trio walked in, bowing formally before the man sitting grandly on his red plush chair, an expensive cigar, poised in his fingers.
"Konbanwa Kanjire-san! O-genki desu ka?" Takana said puffing out a cloud of smoke as he smiled lecherously at Misao.
"Konbanwa Takana-san, Boku wa genki desu." Kanjire replied stiffly, bowing lowly, like a lowly minion bowing to its master. He lifted a hand, gesturing Takana to notice Misao.
"Ah, so this is the lovely geisha you promised me. I remembered you told me that she was a... let me see... oh a virgin! Am I correct?" Takana said airily as if discussing the weather. Kanjire nodded happily pleased that Takana was happy about having a virgin geisha.
"Sou ka? That means, I get to do the..." Takana said before breaking into a high nasal laughter, his flabby cheeks vibrating vigorously, not mentioning the process that he was so eager to do. Amamiya looked at the balding man in disgust. She knew he wanted to do the process of deflowering Misao. Where the man would crack three eggs, and spreading the yolk in between the geisha's legs, each day moving closer to her opening, just to get her used to the feel of her vagina being violated. * That sick hentai, he doesn't even recognise me from last year. * Amamiya thought, almost feeling pity for Misao. Almost.
"Iku yo, Ama-chan." Kanjire said, motioning towards the door, leading Amamiya out and closing the door behind them. Takana turned out motioning Misao to sit down.
"Now can you play any instrument at all?" Takana asked as he sat in the chair opposite Misao, studying her in the dim light. Misao nodded, her hands tightening around the small fragile flute. Slowly she brought the flute closer to her mouth, playing a single quivering note before breaking into a haunting melody. Shuddering slightly, Misao continued to play the song she learnt by heart, closing her eyes and slipping into the sea of her memories.
// "Misao-chan, how will you ever learn how to play the flute without any patience?" Aoshi said exasperatedly, raking his slender fingers through his hair. Misao had turned her tiny back to him, refusing to look at him, her face red with anger, an angry pout moulded onto her face. The flute lay on the tatami at the corner of the room, flung there by an enraged Misao.
"Fine, if you want to give up, go ahead, I just can't believe that you are so weak in character." Aoshi said emotionlessly, staring hard at Misao.
"I'm NOT WEAK!! I won't give up what I decided to learn!!" Misao yelled furiously, whipping around to face Aoshi, enraged by his words, only to find him smirking evilly at her. "MOU II!!" thought Misao, clenching her fists, frustrated by Aoshi's low trick. Aoshi smiled and crossed the room towards her.
"Get up Misao-chan, we can start over again."//
Misao snapped back into reality to find Takana draped over her shoulders, slobbering over her bare neck.
"Why have you stop playing koishii? Carry on." Takana said as he cupped her delicate chin between his clammy hand. Misao closed her eyes in disgust, clenching her fists as her temples throbbed, holding back a wave of nausea as his stubby fingers started to wander. Misao bit her lower lip as her pent-up anger started to escape, Aoshi's words seeming to mock her silently. "Get up Misao-chan, we can start over again."
"YAMETE!!!!!!!!!" Yelled Misao as she flung Takana onto his back, getting onto her feet, she strode over to him as he quivered pitifully at the sight of her.
"WHO. EVER. SAID. THAT. I. BELONGED. TO. YOU????????" Screamed Misao as she punctuated her sentence with punches, her eyes flashing with fury, raining blows and kicks on the wretched bastard.
"DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN!!!" Yelled Misao as she pinned his bruised and bloodied body to the wall, before kicking him in his privates. Smiling contentedly to herself, she walked out of the room, feeling better than she had been for ages, leaving his mutilated body hanging on the cloak peg.
"........ta....su.....ke.....te........." the unrecognisable Takana gasped before fainting into oblivion.
Japanese Translations:
Sore wa chigaimasu: That's not true
Tasukete: help
Iku yo: come.
A.n. SORRY for the longest hiatus in human history!!!!! I'm so sorry I haven't been writing and i m soooooooo glad this chapter is over. WHEW! (note the sigh of relief) I was in this accident where i broke my right arm and literally was helpless, ok maybe i m exaggerating, but after that, i had this long dry spell and couldn't think of anything to write. GOMEN!!! Btw, if you need any help in the jap words, please tell me in your review, cos i can't remember which words i have translated before and which ones i haven't. Hehheheh.....
Misao: And don't forget the bet!!
Blacksakura: Groans...... I can't believed you remembered that..........
Misao: Duh i would.
Blacksakura: Omigod..... no Misao no....... I can't take it any longer, it's 2 in the morning, no way am i going to talk about unpleasant topics..........
Misao: BUT!
Blacksakura: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..................................................... ....
A.n: Wheeeeeeeee!!! Konnichiwa!! Minna-san! It's the school holidays and I just came back from my trip to Japan!!! Argh!! Damnit! I didn't bring enough money!!! And there wasn't enough time!!!! *sob* Anyhoo, enjoy!! (Note: //flashbacks//)
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Everyone goes to Hell. Everyone lives in Hell. This is, after all, the only fair way to decide who should
and should not go. And if you survive Hell --
Then you are granted Heaven.
All Hell is, really, is a state of mind. Three parts despair, two parts hatred, four parts pain, one part
denial. There is no love in Hell, real or imagined. Those you love turn on you, or hurt you, or never
love you in return.
We all live in Hell.
Some of us just choose to deny it.
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It was raining, the fat droplets of water rolled off the roof of the geisha quarters and splashed onto the stone garden that separated the quarters from the main building. Shinyoko nervously shifted her gaze to Misao, sighing audibly as she helped to remove her bandages for the last time. Misao's eyes were glazed over, devoid of any emotion, staring at the rain that pounded on the roof outside.
"Ne, Misao-chan, daijoubu ka? You've been awfully quiet." Shinyoko asked in concern. Misao had rarely talked since yesterday, she didn't even argue with Amamiya when the okiya denied her of dinner for returning late. Misao stared blankly at Shinyoko as if she didn't recognise the girl. Nodding slowly, she plastered a ghost of a smile on her face before returning to her dazed state, murmuring a soft "arigatou" as Shinyoko finished removing the bandages. Shinyoko gritted her teeth, when she returned yesterday, she barely noticed her face was stained with blood and refused to eat anything. She barely defended herself when Amamiya slapped and beat her for being an "ungrateful brat with an expensive taste". *This has to stop.* Shinyoko drew to a conclusion.
"Misao, why aren't you eating?" Shinyoko said as she kept the first-aid kit.
"Not hungry." Misao said hoarsely.
"You didn't eat for a day and a half and you're tell me that you're NOT HUNGRY???" Shinyoko half yelled at her, her eyes growing in disbelief. Misao just looked at her, blinking her sapphire-like eyes.
"Okay, okay... Then can you tell me why EXACTLY, why are you not talking." Shinyoko said through gritted teeth, attempting to calm her nerves. Misao lowered her eyes, focusing her gaze on the dark-green swallow patterns against the olive-green kimono.
"You had a fight with him didn't you?" Shinyoko sighed, her tone softening; her eyes flickered with concern. Misao nodded shifting her gaze from her kimono back to the rain outside, slipping back into her dazed state.
"What are you going to do?" Shinyoko asked, receiving no response from Misao.
"Are you going to eat?" No response.
"Are you going to sleep?" No response.
"Are you going to say anything?" No response.
"Are you going to allow yourself to remain in this state?" Shinyoko asked exasperatedly. Misao looked up at Shinyoko, as if considering the idea.
"Kami-sama Misao-chan! Do you think passive suicide would help you or anybody? Or make that Aoshi guy fall in love with you? Are you out to hurt yourself? Do you want to die that badly?" Shinyoko screeched, her patience running low with Misao.
"Hai." Misao said dully, staring at Shinyoko with those blue eyes, those dead blue eyes.
"And may I ask WHY?" Shinyoko said with the utmost patience, glaring angrily at Misao.
"... Because, I want him to remember me. The girl he destroyed. He took away my..my youth!! He made me... me! Wait for him, and when he finally returned, he hurt me!! ME!! Of all people!!! I'VE TRIED Shin-chan, I've tried so.. so hard.... I want him to feel guilt, to feel the pain I bear with..." Misao said sharply before closing her eyes, willing the tears to go away. For his face to disappear from her memory. For the freedom that she once had and craves to return, to break free from the chains that "love" had used to bind her with. She felt a stinging pain singed across the skin on her cheek. She opened her eyes to see Shinyoko standing right in front of her, her face expressionless, her right hand raised.
"Sore wa chigaimasu. That's not why you are hurting yourself. You know it. You can't fool yourself like that. You can sit hear and cry if you want, demo, if you love him, you should go after him, or all your years of waiting and suffering would be wasted." Shinyoko said harshly, regretting that she had slapped Misao, she assumed Misao would jolt to her senses and block the blow.
"Misao! What do you think you're doing?? Get ready!! Takuya-san is waiting for you in the carriage. Hayaku na!!" Amamiya screamed behind the door, pounding on it with sharp knocks. Misao rose from her seat, nodding her head slightly at Shinyoko.
"Matte, you need to bring along an instrument with you that you can play." Shinyoko said as she tugged Misao's sleeve.
"Instrument?" Misao said, looking at Shinyoko as if recalling something from the precious memories of her past.
"Hai. You know like a shimasen or a koto. You do have one right?" Shinyoko said in an urgent tone.
"...Hai, hai. I do have one demo..." Misao said hastily as she rushed and fished out something from her neat pile of possessions, clutching a stick- like object.
"Is that it? It's just a wooden stick with some holes carved into it. It looks like a hand-made foreign instrument." Shinyoko commented as Misao hurriedly rushed out.
"It is." Misao said as she turned back to look at Shinyoko, plastering a small sad smile on her face, accompanied by a pair of blue orbs that could only belong to a glass statue, before running out into the rain and into the shelter of the musty carriage.
"Nan desu ka?" Amamiya spat as she sat down opposite Misao in the small carriage, a cloud of dust rising from the startled velvet deep-purple upholstery, looking scornfully at the instrument that Misao clutched.
"If you must know, it's a foreign instrument called the flute." Misao said in a flat tone, her eyes clouded over, memories threatening to take over. She stared out of the window drowning out Amamiya's crude, shrill voice and Kanjire's superficially warm laughter, watching as the trees flashed past the rocking carriage. The cool breeze tickled her face and played with her hair, sending her into her world of sub-consciousness, where the memories haunted her.
// "Aoshi-sama!! Aoshi-sama!! Where AAAAREEE YOUUUUUUU????" Misao yelled in a singsong voice as she turned around the corner, bumping into Hannya, sitting down hard on her butt.
"O-HA-YO!! HAN-NYA-KUN!!! AOSHI-SA-MA DO-KO DE-SU KA????" Misao yelled jubilantly as she lifted her hands up, waiting for Hannya to pull her off the ground.
"Ohayo Misao-chan, I don't know where AOSHI-SA-MA is." Hannya said as he lifted Misao off the ground, mimicking the way she had screamed Aoshi's name.
"Mou iya Hannya-kun. Uso! Uso! USOOOOOO!!!" Misao grinned as she bellowed into Hannya's ear, tugging at the horns on his mask as she dangled precariously on his shoulders.
"Maa maa, Misao-chan totemo genki desu." Hannya said, clamping his large hand around her smaller ones to prevent her from breaking his mask into two.
"HAI!! HAI!! A-TA-SHI WA TO-TE-MO GEN-KI DESU!!! GENKI! GENKI! GENKI!!" Misao said energetically as she jumped off Hannya's shoulders, landing on both her feet rather clumsily. Then she turned around, sticking her chin out expecting Hannya to tell her the truth immediately.
"If you listen carefully Misao, your heart would tell you where to find him." Hannya said, grinning behind the mask as he walked away, leaving Misao standing in the middle of the corridor.
"Eh? Mou iya Hannya-kun!!" Misao yelled at the back of the masked man, sitting down in the middle of the corridor to ponder over what the man had said. "Listen carefully Misao" The words echoed over and over again in her head. * Listen to my heart? Mou, I can't here a thing!! What am I going to do?? I can't find Aoshi-sama if I can't listen to my heart! Hannya no baka, I must tell Aoshi-sama that he found a stupid ninja. * Just then, a distant melody made its way to Misao's ears. Unconsciously, Misao started humming softly to the tune. Misao got up from her position, following the direction of the tune till she reached the sakura orchard. There sitting under a huge sakura tree was Aoshi-sama, playing an instrument.
"Kirei..." The word escaping Misao's lips, as she stood at the gate of the orchard, oblivious of the fact that Aoshi had stopped playing and was standing in front of her.
"Nanze?" Aoshi said, pretending to frown as he stared down at Misao, snapping her out of her reverie.
"GO-MEN NA-SAI!! Aoshi-SA-MA!!" Misao yelled as she glomped onto Aoshi's legs, unable to reach his shoulders. Aoshi stood still as she climbed up and settled herself on his shoulders, yammering loudly about her inability to hear her heart and stupid ninjas, Aoshi of course didn't understand a thing she was rattling about.
"Misao-chan, do you know it's rude to yell into someone's ear?" Aoshi said teasingly, pretending to hold his ears in pain.
"Oops. Gomen Aoshi-sama." Misao said lowering her voice and pressing a finger against her lips, blushing prettily as she clung from his shoulders. Aoshi smirked, moving back towards the sakura tree. As he leaned back against the tree, Misao scrambled off his shoulders and rolled onto his broad chest, pouting angrily at his attempt to crush her. Aoshi felt a smile tugging at his lips as he closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of sakuras.
"Ne Aoshi-sama, what were you playing just now?" Misao asked, cocking her head sideways.
"It's a flute, do you want to know how to play it?" Aoshi said sitting up.
"HAI!!!" //
The carriage comes to a stop, halting outside a huge western building, obviously the house of the minister. The high black gates swing open as two guards rush out in the rain.
"Iku." Amamiya says sharply as she alights the carriage, opening her umbrella before walking up the pathway towards the house, with Kanjire leading the way. Misao steps out of the carriage, opening her violet umbrella, walking slowly up the pathway and into the house, stepping out of the cold that chilled her bones and into the warmth that chilled her heart.
"Iku yo Misao-chan, Takana-san is waiting for us." Kanjire said extending his hand to Misao. Ignoring his hand, Misao started to climb the spiral staircase to the room, with Kanjire slightly behind her and Amamiya by his side. The unsettling ominous feeling shrouded Misao in her deep thought. She could feel this maddening surrealistic presence around her, as if what she was doing was going against destiny, fate or her heart. What ever it was, it was sending her reeling into another uneasy state; the musty smell of the corridor stung her nostrils. They entered a large room, dimly lit by Western candles. The trio walked in, bowing formally before the man sitting grandly on his red plush chair, an expensive cigar, poised in his fingers.
"Konbanwa Kanjire-san! O-genki desu ka?" Takana said puffing out a cloud of smoke as he smiled lecherously at Misao.
"Konbanwa Takana-san, Boku wa genki desu." Kanjire replied stiffly, bowing lowly, like a lowly minion bowing to its master. He lifted a hand, gesturing Takana to notice Misao.
"Ah, so this is the lovely geisha you promised me. I remembered you told me that she was a... let me see... oh a virgin! Am I correct?" Takana said airily as if discussing the weather. Kanjire nodded happily pleased that Takana was happy about having a virgin geisha.
"Sou ka? That means, I get to do the..." Takana said before breaking into a high nasal laughter, his flabby cheeks vibrating vigorously, not mentioning the process that he was so eager to do. Amamiya looked at the balding man in disgust. She knew he wanted to do the process of deflowering Misao. Where the man would crack three eggs, and spreading the yolk in between the geisha's legs, each day moving closer to her opening, just to get her used to the feel of her vagina being violated. * That sick hentai, he doesn't even recognise me from last year. * Amamiya thought, almost feeling pity for Misao. Almost.
"Iku yo, Ama-chan." Kanjire said, motioning towards the door, leading Amamiya out and closing the door behind them. Takana turned out motioning Misao to sit down.
"Now can you play any instrument at all?" Takana asked as he sat in the chair opposite Misao, studying her in the dim light. Misao nodded, her hands tightening around the small fragile flute. Slowly she brought the flute closer to her mouth, playing a single quivering note before breaking into a haunting melody. Shuddering slightly, Misao continued to play the song she learnt by heart, closing her eyes and slipping into the sea of her memories.
// "Misao-chan, how will you ever learn how to play the flute without any patience?" Aoshi said exasperatedly, raking his slender fingers through his hair. Misao had turned her tiny back to him, refusing to look at him, her face red with anger, an angry pout moulded onto her face. The flute lay on the tatami at the corner of the room, flung there by an enraged Misao.
"Fine, if you want to give up, go ahead, I just can't believe that you are so weak in character." Aoshi said emotionlessly, staring hard at Misao.
"I'm NOT WEAK!! I won't give up what I decided to learn!!" Misao yelled furiously, whipping around to face Aoshi, enraged by his words, only to find him smirking evilly at her. "MOU II!!" thought Misao, clenching her fists, frustrated by Aoshi's low trick. Aoshi smiled and crossed the room towards her.
"Get up Misao-chan, we can start over again."//
Misao snapped back into reality to find Takana draped over her shoulders, slobbering over her bare neck.
"Why have you stop playing koishii? Carry on." Takana said as he cupped her delicate chin between his clammy hand. Misao closed her eyes in disgust, clenching her fists as her temples throbbed, holding back a wave of nausea as his stubby fingers started to wander. Misao bit her lower lip as her pent-up anger started to escape, Aoshi's words seeming to mock her silently. "Get up Misao-chan, we can start over again."
"YAMETE!!!!!!!!!" Yelled Misao as she flung Takana onto his back, getting onto her feet, she strode over to him as he quivered pitifully at the sight of her.
"WHO. EVER. SAID. THAT. I. BELONGED. TO. YOU????????" Screamed Misao as she punctuated her sentence with punches, her eyes flashing with fury, raining blows and kicks on the wretched bastard.
"DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN!!!" Yelled Misao as she pinned his bruised and bloodied body to the wall, before kicking him in his privates. Smiling contentedly to herself, she walked out of the room, feeling better than she had been for ages, leaving his mutilated body hanging on the cloak peg.
"........ta....su.....ke.....te........." the unrecognisable Takana gasped before fainting into oblivion.
Japanese Translations:
Sore wa chigaimasu: That's not true
Tasukete: help
Iku yo: come.
A.n. SORRY for the longest hiatus in human history!!!!! I'm so sorry I haven't been writing and i m soooooooo glad this chapter is over. WHEW! (note the sigh of relief) I was in this accident where i broke my right arm and literally was helpless, ok maybe i m exaggerating, but after that, i had this long dry spell and couldn't think of anything to write. GOMEN!!! Btw, if you need any help in the jap words, please tell me in your review, cos i can't remember which words i have translated before and which ones i haven't. Hehheheh.....
Misao: And don't forget the bet!!
Blacksakura: Groans...... I can't believed you remembered that..........
Misao: Duh i would.
Blacksakura: Omigod..... no Misao no....... I can't take it any longer, it's 2 in the morning, no way am i going to talk about unpleasant topics..........
Misao: BUT!
Blacksakura: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..................................................... ....