Soon most the males around the table had girls sitting with them and
Syaoran couldn't help but stare. Their make-up was layered on so thickly,
and their hair tied up really tight, with all of them having the same
style, he was intrigued. He had already been told that another girl would
be coming over to join him soon which just increased his determination to
leave, although he had to admit he was filled with curiosity.
All eyes in the tea house had gradually turned to a small raised area where young apprentices were performing a variety of tradition dances, although the chatter amongst the customers had not stopped completely. One of the dances came to an end as six girls made their way from the stage and the lights dimmed down. It was a couple of minutes before the music for the next piece started. It started off barely audible and the talking came to a halt as people strained to hear. Now their attention was drawn to the stage, they saw a central blue light come up, flooding the stage in that single colour as the soft music continued.
Anticipation grew to a point of giving up, but just before the audience grew bored and looked away, a small slim figure glided onto the stage. Behind her drifted the silk material of her dress as she gracefully turned and moved with the rhythm of the music. Following the music, she fastened her movements to keep with the growing beat. Her dance was non traditional, called a cherry dance, which she had created herself. Mixing the different styles she had learnt, she had created movements that merged easily into one another, flowing across stage, all eyes watching, including Syaoran.
The blue light filled his eyes. Even her skin seemed to have a slight blue tint radiating in the dark, lightened by the silver of her kimono. It reminded him of water flowing as her gentle curves moved around; ice glistening as she shone through the darkness; and snowflakes falling as they danced around you, gliding over your skin, touching his cheek with warmth.
His eyes followed every move as she moved to the front of the stage, finishing her piece. As the last beat hit the drum skin, the full beam of bright light hit her face, and her eyes looked straight at him. The intense green captured him and he froze in their gaze. Perfectly still, she was like a photograph, and as soon as her eyes closed in a blink, she had looked away and was leaving the stage. But he was still there, and still watching that spot where she had been.
"Konnichiwa," she bowed to the customer. At first he was annoyed to be interrupted. His thoughts were still consisting of the girl from the stage, and he was still looking on at where their eyes had met. However, when her turned to be introduced his companion for the night, Konabe, it turned out to be the same set of eyes.
All eyes in the tea house had gradually turned to a small raised area where young apprentices were performing a variety of tradition dances, although the chatter amongst the customers had not stopped completely. One of the dances came to an end as six girls made their way from the stage and the lights dimmed down. It was a couple of minutes before the music for the next piece started. It started off barely audible and the talking came to a halt as people strained to hear. Now their attention was drawn to the stage, they saw a central blue light come up, flooding the stage in that single colour as the soft music continued.
Anticipation grew to a point of giving up, but just before the audience grew bored and looked away, a small slim figure glided onto the stage. Behind her drifted the silk material of her dress as she gracefully turned and moved with the rhythm of the music. Following the music, she fastened her movements to keep with the growing beat. Her dance was non traditional, called a cherry dance, which she had created herself. Mixing the different styles she had learnt, she had created movements that merged easily into one another, flowing across stage, all eyes watching, including Syaoran.
The blue light filled his eyes. Even her skin seemed to have a slight blue tint radiating in the dark, lightened by the silver of her kimono. It reminded him of water flowing as her gentle curves moved around; ice glistening as she shone through the darkness; and snowflakes falling as they danced around you, gliding over your skin, touching his cheek with warmth.
His eyes followed every move as she moved to the front of the stage, finishing her piece. As the last beat hit the drum skin, the full beam of bright light hit her face, and her eyes looked straight at him. The intense green captured him and he froze in their gaze. Perfectly still, she was like a photograph, and as soon as her eyes closed in a blink, she had looked away and was leaving the stage. But he was still there, and still watching that spot where she had been.
"Konnichiwa," she bowed to the customer. At first he was annoyed to be interrupted. His thoughts were still consisting of the girl from the stage, and he was still looking on at where their eyes had met. However, when her turned to be introduced his companion for the night, Konabe, it turned out to be the same set of eyes.