Behind those Emerald Eyes.

- Some ideas come from the book Memoirs of a Geisha. But believe me it's not the same story line.

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Her beauty; like no other. Her grace; that of a leaf fallen on a still lake. She was brought up to entertain many powerful men. She knew no meaning of love until a very intriguing young man stole her away and captured her heart,

OKAY THIS IS IMPORTANT MUST READ BEFORE READING STORY . This will confuse most of you all. Back in old time Japan there were girls that were taught and trained to entertain known as Geisha. The most popular Geisha place was in Gion, which is now in Kyoto. Many pretty girls have been kidnapped from their hometowns to become geisha.

From a distance, her smiles looked beautiful. Her face held creamy white powder, as she seemed to fly across the Zen garden in a formal kimono. She held her hand out slightly; pouring another cup of tea for the elderly man that accompanied her. Her pouty lips curved slightly, laughing at the elder man. Oh it all seemed picture perfect. But, behind those emerald orbs held sadness, and deadness.

" Sakura." A gruff voice spoke out to her.

" Yes Tanaka-san?" She answered politely, while taking a seat next to him.

" You are the most gorgeous geisha in Gion, and you have accompanied me to many festivities and such; still you seem like a stranger to me." He chuckled, but it came out more as a coughing gaggy sound.

Sakura smiled annoyed, but it seemed to go un-noticed by the gray haired man. " My past is not of much importance Tanaka-san. How about we talk about your day?"

" How modest you are Sakkie-chan; but don't change the subject." He took a sip of his tea gazed at her eagerly, as if he wanted to eat her up.

" If you insist. I am from a small village called Tomoeda a-"

" Tomoeda?" He cut her off. " How can such a beauty like you be from such a putrid fishing community like Tomoeda. Surely you must be joking me." His mouth hung open, visually showing crooked teeth that seemed to be a mixture of the colors dirt brown and honey yellow.

Sakura's POV

This is how the life of a geisha was. Everyday was the same routine. Go out: entertain: get pampered by rich famous men. Sure this may seem fun and exciting. But these men use you like fancy cars. They show you off; that's all they do. I am a trophy, none the less. I am a shiny thing that a man likes to look at cause they think I'm fascinating.

I don't think I'm fascinating at all. There is nothing outstanding about me. I am a normal girl, which happened to be unlucky and get trapped in this fate. However, maybe I am being a little too modest like Tanaka-san said. I do indeed think that only one thing makes me alluring.

My emerald green eyes. Not only is emerald green rare in Japan, but I have honey gold locks which glisten in the sun. This is what set me apart from all the rest. This is what I wake up to everyday and cry about because I wish god never gave me such features. Damned emerald. Damned life. If my looks haven't been given to me, I would still be at home, living with happiness.

I sadly looked at the calendar, today would be the anniversary of my kidnapping. Yes ten years to be exact. Since those ten years I have been trained and took lessons to be a geisha. And every night of those ten years I would cry my eyes out and wonder why god allowed this to happen to me. I left my family, my friends, and everything of my past back in Tomoeda. This new life that I started in Gion would be my future. I am no longer the Kinomoto Sakura that would play in the grains of sand on the beach. She is long gone. I felt another crystal tear fall down my cheek. " Where is my real self?" I whispered to the still air. I gazed at the mirror that lay against my wooden dresser. The girl starring back at me was ugly and dull; she was fake. "

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The busy streets of Kyoto glistened with streetlights. The harbor was calm since many foreigner ships left. A man with piercing amber orbs starred out of his window gloomily. Aggravated he ruffled up his already messy chestnut hair and signed another contract.

Blah blah blah blah.' His mind repeated as he kept reading all these documents that piled up on his desk everyday.

A sharp knock was heard on his door, as he lazily glanced up it. A young woman about his age entered. Her features were very glamorous. Her orbs were unusual being a sort of ruby red color. She had long straight jet-black hair that was neatly held up with a diamond pin. Her dress was very western. She wore a long shimmering white dress with ruffles on the ends, her neck was filled with pearl necklaces that reflected off the dim light. She walked over and handed him more documents and placed another coffee on his desk.

" Xiao Lang, you should really get your sleep. It's a quarter till two. You have been up since six this morning." The young woman chided him, sounding like a worried mother.

" I know Meiling. The Banto family wants this project done no later than noon today. I need to finish it tonight or our company will loose another client." He yawned and rubbed his arm against his eye roughly.

Although at his young age of twenty-one, he was in charge of a very important and successful trading company in China. He was sent to Japan for business to retain friendships and businesses with important entrepreneurs.

" You are putting too much stress on yourself. You will work yourself to death if you keep going on like this." Meiling sighed and sat down next to him.

" I know!" She smiled. " I checked your appointment book, and you have some time to do free stuff tomorrow."

He smiled weakly. Maybe this was a good idea; to get out and all. Ever since he came to Japan, he has been too busy working that he never actually got to go out and do enjoyable things. Since he left China him and Meiling; who is not only his manager but cousin too, never did anything together.

" What do you have in mind?"

Meiling showed him a small poster. " Her name is Kinomoto, Sakura. A well known geisha in Gion."

Xiao Lang starred at her picture for a while; she was gorgeous. Her features seemed flawless; pure pale skin, enchanting emerald orbs, shiny auburn, honey shaded hair. Her smile sent a shivering sensation down his spine.

Then something totally ruined the picture. She was a geisha. Or in his mind she was a slut. She entertained men for money. Now he looked at her in disgust,

" No it's okay Meiling. She doesn't look like she'd be any fun to be around." He put her picture aside and continued reading the millions of papers on his desk.

" Well that's too bad cause I already made you an appointment."

He dropped his pen and glanced at his cousin who already left the room. He groaned in anger and once again peaked at the Kinomoto girl's picture. " What's so special about her anyway?" He murmured out loud. " She's probably just another gold digger, who likes to mess with people anyway."

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A.U: I know it's a piece of crap I'm sorry this is my first fan fiction. I would like to hear your comments, just please try to be a little nicer.

My name Is Tori Nakamura. Yes I am Japanese, but my Japanese is kind of crappy so don't ask me to translate stuff to you. I am in Korea right now, and no I do not speak Korean.