AN: See? Not taking as long as I had with the other chapters. Oh my god, I am dying to see the movie Memoirs of a Geisha. Considering I read and fell in love with the book, and it was the inspiration for this story, I have to see the movie. I know it won't be as good as the book, for no movie is as good as a book, but I heard that it's entertaining and worth seeing.
Okay, here is chapter six. Just to warn everybody, there is some tiny, very tiny, sexual content in this chapter.
Rated: M for Mature do to sexual content and language.
Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura and its characters belong to Clamp. Plot and original characters of this story belongs to me.
Geisha Girl
Chapter Six
Sakura smiled as she opened the box of chocolates that Syaoran had sent to her. She leaned back against the pillows on her bed, shaking her head. So he was trying to woo her with chocolates now? He was a mystery, that man.
She took hold of one chocolate and popped it into her mouth, savoring the sweet taste. It was a weakness she has always had, a weakness of chocolate. She could probably live her entire life on just chocolates. She sighed. Next week will be the big day; the banquet. She was nervous, for she has never done such a thing before, and she was scared of screwing up. What if she fell flat on her face right in front of the Prime Minister? Not only would she be the laughing stock of all Tokyo, but her okiya would fall victim under the jokes and humiliation as well.
She shook her head, banishing those thoughts. She would just do the dance and get it over with. No point in wondering what will happen, because nothing can be predicted.
Just like Syaoran. She became irritated with herself. Did she always have to think about Syaoran? Apparently yes, because she made herself comfortable on her bed, popped another chocolate in her mouth, and began thinking of him.
This past weekend had been nothing but a fun-filled two days. Syaoran hogged her for the past two days, not that Hoshiko had cared, considering that he was paying large amounts of money for her time.
Syaoran had decided to take Sakura to the amusement park on Saturday. He bought her lunch and dinner, made her ride the rides with him, and had held her hand throughout the whole time. Just like a couple.
Ah, but the most memorable moment that was etched into her brain was when they, by luck, had ended up at the top in the Ferris wheel.
The sun had been going down at that time, and she had been admiring it, standing against the window, her hands on it.
"How beautiful" she had murmured, mostly to herself. She had felt Syaoran wrap his arms around her, and place his chin on her shoulder.
"It is" he had agreed, and very tenderly he had kissed her temple before placing his chin back on her shoulder.
It had been such a tender moment that Sakura knew she would never forget it. It had been romantic, like from a fairy-tale. And he hadn't tried to do anything. That's what touched her the most. It had been the most opportune moment for him to kiss her on the mouth, but he hadn't. He had, instead, let her enjoy the view. She had no idea if whether he had done it on purpose, or what, but all she knew was that it touched her.
Then yesterday he had dragged her to the zoo, of all things. It had been a crazy day, him taking pictures, asking other people to take pictures of them together. And again he had been holding her hand, not letting her go and only during certain times did he kiss her.
He was getting through her barrier, and fast. No longer did she deny him his kisses, and she feared that her resolve of not sleeping with him will fail. She was enjoying the kisses, the attention, their talks, and she didn't want to deny him any of that. She liked it too much.
She liked him too much.
With a sigh, she confessed to herself that she liked him, as a man. That was why she no longer stopped him from kissing her, or from treating her like his woman. That was why she no longer feared that melting sensation, that arousal, as he had told her, every time they kissed. She trusted him with her body, but not with her feelings. No, that man was a playboy, and that was one of the reasons why she didn't want to sleep with him. She didn't want to be just another woman sharing his bed.
But he was slowly making her melt, slowly destroying the barrier she wanted between them, and she was no longer sure that she would be able to keep strong about her resolve to not sleep with him.
She ate another chocolate before closing the box and getting off the bed. She stretched, unsure of what to do. Ms. Matsumono was sick, so there would be no training for the banquet; actually, there would be no training at all for today. So what to do? Syaoran hadn't requested her for today- at least not yet- so she finally decided to head down to the beach. Why not? It was hot, temperatures rising to outrageous proportions. And the beach was just a few blocks away. All she needed was a bathing suit, and a towel.
In one hour, she was already running her feet through the sand. The beach was mostly empty, considering that it was a Monday and most of the people were at work. There were only a few scattered people, and Sakura chose a spot that was mostly secluded, far away from other people. She placed her towel down and took off her shorts and tank top, leaving her in just a two-piece bathing suit, pink with cherry blossoms. She then walked towards the water, the sand slightly hot under her bare feet. But once she touched the cold water, she began shaking, goose bumps rising on her flesh. It was so cold!
She stood there, letting the water reach just her ankles, contemplating whether she should go in or not, when suddenly she was picked up, swung in two very strong arms as the person jogged forward into deeper water, and before she could look at who grabbed her, she was dropped into the cold aqua.
She got her bearings, and shot up through the surface, sputtering and shaking as she stood with the water reaching her waist. She wiped the water from her face and glared at the man who was currently laughing his head off, obviously amused over what he did.
"You jackass!" She burst out.
Syaoran grinned. "I know. You were just standing there, doing nothing, and that's when I decided to take matters into my own hands and make you go into the water."
She glared at him, making sure to keep her eyes on his face, and not on his body. He had no shirt on and, if she guessed right, he was only wearing his boxers. And he was muscular; rippling, corded muscles everywhere, no ounce of fat on any part of his body. His broad chest shined with water, his abs clearly defined, and his biceps bulged. She felt her face grow hot, and she immediately covered her cheeks, not wanting him to know the effect he had on her.
"You are supposed to be at work" she stated, trying to keep her balance as the waves continued to hit her body.
"Today was my day off. And I went to the okiya, only to see you walking down the street. I followed you, saw you undress- God, if only you could have felt what that did to my body- got undressed myself right next to your clothes, and then . . . Well-" he held out his hands, spreading his arms "-you know the rest."
Sakura growled. "Why you perverted, stalking, son of a-" A wave, much stronger than the ones before it, knocked her off-balance and she fell right into Syaoran's arms, who automatically wrapped his arms around her and pulled up right- and against him.
Her eyes widened, feeling him against her body. Her face was right in front of his, her feet not even touching the ocean floor, her hands resting on his shoulders.
Goodness . . . She knew, without a doubt, that this was having an effect on him, and she couldn't deny that it was affecting her as well.
Syaoran nearly groaned as he held her. He sighed shakily. Watching her undress had gotten him hard, which was one of the reasons why he had wanted to get into the water in the first place. But having her against him wasn't helping at all, especially when the only barriers that prevented him from thrusting into her was her bikini bottoms and his boxers. And to make matters worse, her breasts were squished against his chest, her nipples easily felt against his chest through her bikini top. His head was spinning, staring into her emerald eyes. He wanted to kiss her, but he knew that if he did, he would have sex with her right here, standing in the water, and he wouldn't stop. No, that wasn't how he wanted her. He wanted her on a bed- his bed, her bed, didn't matter, so long as it was a bed. And he wanted complete privacy when they have sex, not wanting the chance of having someone else seeing her naked. He didn't care about anyone seeing him naked; he only cared about his eyes being the only pair viewing the nakedness of the body that he was holding.
So he slightly moved her away from him and put her down. He was amazed at himself. For the first time in his life, he was resisting the urges of his body, and was thinking with his head instead of with his dick. How odd.
Sakura looked confused, and he smiled. "If I kissed you right now, at this very moment, we would be giving anybody who happens to see us a very erotic show."
She blinked, and then blushed. "Oh" she stated, stepping back.
"Yeah. Oh." He cleared his throat. "Can we get out of the water? I don't know if I'll be as noble if another wave makes you fall into my arms."
"You? Noble?" Sakura snorted. "What a lie."
He grinned, although it was painful, considering the aroused state he was in. "It's not a lie. It's the truth." He took hold of her hand and together they got out of the water, enjoying the sun on their cold bodies.
Sakura grabbed her towel and dried her exposed skin, knowing that her bikini wouldn't get dried with a towel.
"Why did you come to the beach?" Syaoran asked curiously, standing with his arms crossed over his chest, watching her.
"I have no training today" she replied, standing up straight and looking at him. "Next Monday is the banquet for the Prime Minister and I'm one of the geishas who will be performing for him."
He rubbed his jaw. "Interesting. I guess I'll be seeing you there, then."
She gave him a surprised look. "You're going to be there?"
"Got my invitation a couple of weeks ago." He took hold of her towel and began drying her himself. "I wasn't going to go, but since you are going to be there . . ."
She sighed as he grabbed her arm and began to dry it. "Does your whole life revolve around me?"
He shrugged. "It does now, I guess."
Sakura couldn't help but feel flattered over the attention he was giving her. Her heart leaped as he dried her body, concentrating on her with a little frown. He then began to dry her hair, which wasn't an easy task, considering the length and it's thickness.
"Damn, this is too much hair!" He grumbled. "Why don't you cut it?"
"Because I love my hair this length, and it's easier for me to do my hairdos when it's this long. You know, the ones you don't like me to wear?"
He glanced at her. "Still think you should cut it."
After ten minutes, he dropped the towel on the sand and rubbed his wrists, as if they had gone numb. "That was some task" he muttered, complaining.
"I didn't ask you to dry my hair" she pointed out.
"But you didn't stop me either" he retaliated.
"Like you would have listened."
"I would have."
"No, you wouldn't."
"Yes I would. But you didn't ask me, so now you can never find out."
"I don't need to find out. I know you wouldn't have paid any heed to my requests. You haven't since the day we met."
"Since the day we've met, I've been taking you out to places, paying for dinners and whatnot. How selfish can you be?"
Sakura's eyebrows snapped together in anger. "Selfish? I'm selfish? Who has been hogging me almost every night? If you ask me, you are the one who's selfish!"
Syaoran's temper rose. "I'm selfish? I've been taking you places thinking you needed a break from all the entertaining you do!"
"But you're only doing that in hopes that I have sex with you!" She grabbed her clothes and jerked it on, not caring that her bikini was wet. Syaoran was doing the same, jerking his own clothes on.
Sakura grabbed her towel and jammed her feet into her sandals. "Jerk" she snapped, and began stalking away. She couldn't believe that man, calling her selfish. He has been requesting her, and she couldn't do anything but go with him. She has no choice! If she did, she wouldn't have gone anywhere with him the first time he requested her.
She was suddenly grabbed by the arm and spun around before strong arms surrounded her, preventing her from moving away.
"Let go of me!" she exclaimed, pushing against him.
"The hell I will" Syaoran stated, all trace of anger gone, and kissed her mouth before she could say anything else.
She didn't respond at first, her lips tightly closed together. He ran his tongue across them, coaxing her to open them. When that didn't work, he decided to use another tactic, one he had been resisting to do every time they kissed. He ran one hand down her back until it made contact with her bottom and pushed her against him, her pelvis cradling his. She gasped, her lips parting, and he plunged his tongue into her mouth, tasting her, making contact with every part of her mouth until he finally touched her tongue.
Sakura slightly whimpered, trying to hold on to her anger but once his tongue was in her mouth, she knew she couldn't do anything but give in to the sensation. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his back. His hand never moved from it's spot on her behind, keeping her against him, but she didn't mind at all.
They finally broke the kiss, desperately needing oxygen.
"I'm sorry" he murmured against her lips. "I was a jerk. I have no right to get mad with you."
"I would say sorry too, only that I do have a right to be mad with you."
He smiled, making her smile, too.
"How reassuring" he said in mock anger, but he chuckled, making her know that he was just teasing.
"Isn't it?" She asked sweetly.
He chuckled again. "Come on. Let's go swimming."
She nodded and hand in hand they went to their previous spot.
- -
"Well, I never thought I'd see the day when Li laughs and has fun" Tokumatsu muttered, standing on the cliff that overlooked the beach, right above where Sakura and Syaoran were currently playing in the water, splashing each other.
"Haven't you notice that he isn't as uptight as he used to be?" Zen asked, staring at the couple.
"Yes, but I didn't think it was because of the geisha."
Zen looked at his associate. "Why do you think I introduced her to you guys at the poker game?"
"You mean you planned it? You knew that Li would go after her?"
"Damn right. When I first met her, the first person that popped into my mind was Li, and that's when I decided that just maybe, they'll get together, and he could finally be human."
"Why are you so concerned about the boy?"
Zen sighed. "The boy doesn't believe in love. That can very well destroy someone, make him or her cynical and cold as they grow up. If Li continues to live his life, thinking that love doesn't exist, he'll start to despise the life he lives, drifting further and further away from his own family. Hell, he hardly even calls his own mother, and hasn't spoken to his sisters in two years."
Tokumatsu suddenly understood. "He's going to become lonely when he's older."
Zen nodded. "I'm heading towards that direction, Tokumatsu. I have loved, but my family is dead, and I'm not getting as many women as I used to. Soon, I'll be old, and alone. But I have loved, and so I know my life wasn't wasted. Now, imagine Li?"
The younger associate nodded. "I understand. And I'm assuming Totsuda is playing an important role in all this?"
"Of course. Totsuda is the rival. Think of it as a medieval fairy-tale. Sakura is the princess, Li is the knight, and Totsuda is the evil prince. And your Leiko is a part of it as well."
"My daughter?"
Zen nodded, grinning. "I hadn't planned on it, but it seems that Leiko has made herself the pestering Queen from across the land, trying to seduce the knight and prevent him from saving the princess he desires."
Tokumatsu blinked. "You are one farfetched man, Zen."
Zen shrugged, uncaring. "That geisha girl is the one to save Li. I just know it. And if that makes me farfetched, then I guess that's how I'll live the rest of my life: farfetched."
"Wait, I thought the knight was saving the princess."
Zen sighed. "Fine, if you want the fairy-tale perfect, Li is the princess and Sakura is the knight."
"That's not perfect. There is a gender mix-up." That earned a glare from the older man, and Tokumatsu chuckled.
- -
Syaoran sat in the meeting room the next day, Tuesday. He drummed his fingers, waiting for K and K Corps's owners to appear.
"This is taking forever" Zen growled next to him.
"Where the hell are they?" Tokumatsu agreed.
"Probably trying to come up with a plan to prevent us from taking over" Totsuda said.
Syaoran prevented himself from rolling his eyes. He hadn't wanted Totsuda to tag along, but Totsuda, as well as the other two men, were important to Dynasty. They were the head of the different departments in his company, so, naturally, they had to come along.
That didn't mean he had to like it.
Syaoran looked up when the door to the meeting room opened, and two men entered. With blank faces, they walked to the head of the long table, the oldest sitting at the head of the table while the other sat next to him.
"Li Syaoran, I assume?" the oldest said.
Syaoran nodded.
"Kinomoto Fujitaka, and my son, Touya" Fujitaka said, nodding at the other man.
Syaoran looked at Totsuda and Tokumatsu. Neither gave a hint that they made the connection between this Kinomoto and Sakura. They probably thought that it was a coincidence, or if they thought about it at all. Zen knew, so Syaoran didn't have to wonder about him.
"My associates: Zen Akio, Tokumatsu Keiji, and Totsuda Goro."
Fujitaka nodded to each one. Syaoran studied the man. This was Sakura's father, the man who had sold her to what was pretty much slavery. He suddenly felt this urge to bash the man's head in, angry at what he did to his own daughter. Confused, he clamped down the urge. Damn, why the hell did he feel like beating this man to a bloody pulp? He knew it would be for Sakura, but why? He has never wanted to beat up a woman's family member, or even a woman's friend, just because the person hurt the woman in some way. He should care less, in fact. But he didn't. He wanted Fujitaka to pay for hurting Sakura, and that's what confused him.
The same way he was confused over caring for the geisha.
He mentally shook his head. Now wasn't the time for him to think such things. This meeting would determine whether he gets this company or not.
"Now, let's get down to business" Li stated, opening his suitcase. He took out a few papers. "It says here you are going bankrupt."
Both Kinomotos frowned. "How in hell do you know that?" Touya demanded.
"Sources, of course" Zen easily said.
"I am willing to buy your company, save you from losing your jobs" Syaoran stated.
"No" the son immediately replied.
"Come on, Kinomoto. Think about it. You keep pouring your money into creating some metal, and before you know it all your sources will be gone. No longer will you be able to pay employees."
"But that's not what you care about, is it, Li?" Touya sneered. "You want our metal. But we won't sell it so the only way for you to get it is by taking over us."
Syaoran shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. But I suggest you take our offer. Or are you too stupid to see the advantages?"
"You son of a bitch" Touya growled darkly.
"Enough" Fujitaka said, looking at his son tiredly. "Get hold of your temper." He turned to the president of Dynasty. "Advantages? What kind of advantages?"
"If I buy your company, all your employees still keep their jobs. You and your son will still be in control of this company. Only difference is that the company is mine, so some profits that you make must go to Dynasty, and in return I will provide you with whatever equipment or people you need. My sources are unlimited, and at your disposable. Of course, when you have meetings with certain people, I must be present, and the final word of what you sell and what you receive is mine."
"That's an advantage?" Touya questioned sarcastically.
Syaoran glared at him. "I'm saving your asses, so it's in your best interest to-"
"Let you control us?"
"I'm not controlling you. You may still do what you please, it will just be under my supervision." Syaoran tried to keep a tight control over his own temper, but it seemed that the man right across from him was making him lose it rather easily.
"We don't want a babysitter, brat."
Brat? Brat? Syaoran clenched his hands. "I am not going to be your baby-sitter, dumb ass."
"Li" Tokumatsu stated. "Calm down."
"Touya." Fujitaka looked at his son again. "Please be quiet."
Both men glared at each other, but both did as suggested. Touya crossed his arms and leaned back, making himself comfortable as he glared at the young man across from him.
Syaoran looked at Fujitaka once more, ignoring the glare that was being shot at his direction. "All companies that I buy are always in good shape. I take care of my own, and make sure all my employees are happy. If you have a problem with what I am providing, all you have to do is tell me and I'll take care of it."
"If I sell, must I give up my place here and work in your building?"
"Of course not. Like I said, almost nothing changes. All that changes is ownership."
Fujitaka nodded, rubbing his jaw. "How much money are you offering?"
Syaoran took a pen from his breast-pocket and scribbled a number on a piece of paper. He turned it and passed it to Fujitaka.
The owner of K and K Corps looked at the number, his eyebrows shooting up. "Wow. You must be rich for you to so easily be offering this amount of money" he marveled, passing the paper to his son so that he may look at it.
"I am assuming it is to your liking?"
"Your assumption is accurate." He rubbed his jaw again. "Let me think about it and discuss it with my son. I shall give you a call."
Syaoran nodded as he and his three associates stood up. He closed his suitcase. "I'll be expecting your call."
They then left, Syaoran glaring at Touya one more time before exiting.
"I don't like that kid" Touya said as soon as the door clothes. "I'd rather starve than be under his employment."
"Touya, Touya, this isn't about you. It's about our company. We worked to bring this company up to where it is, and we are the same people who are bringing it down. We must consider that what Mr. Li is offering will very well save this company."
Touya frowned at his father. Fujitaka was staring at the distance, apparently distracted.
"Father? What's wrong?"
Fujitaka clasped his hands together, leaning forward and placing his elbows on the table. "Mr. Li looked as if he held contempt towards me. His eyes grew narrowed the moment I sat down, and for a few moments I saw rage in his eyes. And, unlike you, I had done nothing to make him grow some dislike towards me."
"What do you mean 'unlike me'?"
Fujitaka merely shook his head. "As soon as I get home, I'll make the call and tell Mr. Li that I accept his offer."
- -
Sakura made the final step of the dance and all the men clapped. She bowed, along with the other geishas, and walked forward, resuming her seat in front of Mr. Nishimoto. She looked at the clock, and sighed when she saw it was nearly ten at night. Only half-an-hour has passed since she came here.
She had been surprised that Mr. Nishimoto had requested her, after not seeing him for a few weeks. She supposed he was angry that he wasn't going to be her danna, but could he blame her and her okami? A danna was supposed to have money, and Mr. Nishimoto was near bankruptcy. Sakura held in the urge to throw up when he smiled and clasped her hand. How she hated this man!
"I am very disappointed that you won't by my mistress. However, I am happy that I at least had the pleasure of- well, I don't need to bring it up, do I?"
Sakura breathed deeply. She had tried so hard to forget that, but she should have known he would bring it up. This was his way of getting back at her for denying his request to become her danna.
He poured a glass of wine and gave it to her. She looked at it, knowing that she had a very low tolerance for alcohol. One glass of wine could make her tipsy. Like most geishas, when a man offered alcohol, let it be sake or wine, she would pretend to drink from the glass, when in truth she was just letting the liquid touch her closed lips before placing the glass down. Therefore, her lips would be wet as if she had drank the alcohol. She knew she wouldn't be able to get away with such a method while Mr. Nishimoto was around.
She didn't want to drink it, but Mr. Nishimoto was looking at her so intently she had no choice. She placed the glass against her lips and took a sip. It was sweet, but she knew that underneath all that sweetness was the alcohol. She took the glass away but he placed a hand underneath it and once again pressed it against her lips. She was forced to drink the whole glass before he took it away. She blinked her eyes, the alcohol already affecting her system.
"Was that good?" he murmured, caressing her cheek.
She cringed and pulled away, placing a hand against her forehead. She frowned. She has her white paint on, so when she took her hand away, sure enough her fingers had the white paint on the tips.
She giggled.
"What's so funny?" Mr. Nishimoto asked, pouring another glass of wine.
"My face. I must have four prints on my forehead, don't I?" She asked, pointing at her forehead.
He smiled and nodded. Sakura giggled again as he gave another glass of wine. She drank from it. "Yum" she said when she finished it. "So sweet and yummy."
"Yummy?"
"Mm-hmm." She looked at him, seeing how blurry he was becoming, and leaned closer. "Did you know that I don't really like to drink wine?" She whispered, as if telling a secret.
"Really?"
"Yeah." She cupped her mouth with one hand. "I can't drink alcohol, because I get drunk very easily" she whispered loudly, and laughed. "One glass is enough!"
Mr. Nishimoto raised an eyebrow. He was twenty years older than the geisha, but he was still good-looking, even though his black hair now had sprinkles of silver. His silver eyes twinkled with mirth, and anger. He had wanted Sakura, wanted to be her danna. It wasn't fair that he got turned down. She was a rare geisha, one with a flair of innocence around her. No one deserved that innocence more than him. No one.
Oh, he knew she gets drunk easily, but nonetheless he poured her another glass.
"Do you now?" he asked, humoring her.
"Of course!" She hiccupped, taking the glass, but it slipped from her fingers and it spilled all over her kimono. "Oops!" She exclaimed, grabbing a dry part from her kimono and trying to wipe the red wine away. But she only ended up spreading it, and she shook her head. "Tsk, tsk. Now all I need to do is spill more wine on me and I'll look as red as a cherry." She took the other glass of wine he had poured and began to spill it all over her white kimono, giggling. "Need to make it match!"
"No!" Mr. Nishimoto grabbed the glass, sighing. She was drunk, yes, but not drunk enough. Frowning, he grabbed a bottle of vodka from his pocket. If he gave Sakura another glass of wine she will just spill it on her kimono. So he poured the vodka in another glass and gave it to her. "Drink this. It's very good."
She took it, looking at it a bit, and drank it down. She coughed when she handed the glass back. "That's strong!"
"Maybe you should go home and change kimonos." He suggested.
She frowned and then nodded. "You're right. My kimono doesn't match." She stood up and tried to keep her balance as she swayed from side to side. "I just need to find Hana."
"No, don't bother her." Mr. Nishimoto knew that the young apprentice had taken one of his friends to the bathroom. "Just go and change kimonos and come back." He smiled as she nodded and began to walk away, wavering from side to side.
"Hopefully you get struck by a car" he muttered. Her okiya was several blocks away. If she didn't get struck by a car, then maybe she'll get raped and killed. He sighed. Hopefully something happens, because he wouldn't try to kill her again. He couldn't, because he's moving to England tomorrow morning. He did what he could, getting her drunk enough so she wouldn't be aware of what's going on around her. All he has to do was hope that something fatal happened to her.
- -
Sakura stumbled on the last step and fell on her knees, laughing at her stupidity.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid" she muttered as she stood up. She walked forward and stepped on the sidewalk. "Hmm . . ." She stood there, staring ahead. She then shrugged and began to cross the street. She stumbled again and fell right in the middle of the street.
"Need to watch the steps" she announced to herself. She blinked at the little ants that were walking on the pavement. "Ooh, bugs . . ." Light began to appear over the road and she frowned, looking to where the light were coming from. Two circles were heading her way, quickly, and she looked at it, wondering what it was, but didn't move.
"Fuck!" Came the shout and she was suddenly grabbed and she shrieked as she was held against something solid and rolled on the ground over and over until she reached the other side of the road. She was on her back, hearing a honk and someone yelling before it disappeared.
She blinked at the person on top of her. "Syaoran!" She chirped happily.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he snapped, glaring at her. "Why were you fucking sitting in the middle of the road?"
"Didn't you see the ants? They were crawling everywhere!"
"Ants?" He asked in disbelief. "You were looking at ants?"
"Ants, ants, ants" she said, and then giggled.
Syaoran looked at the woman under him and became suspicious. "How much did you drink?"
"Oh . . . I don't know . . ." She picked up her hand and began counting. "One wine . . . Two wine . . . Three wine . . . Oh wait, I spilled that one. I spilled the next one too!" She laughed. "I needed to match! But then I drank a glass of stronger stuff." .
Syaoran sighed, confirming his suspicion that she was drunk, and stood up, taking her with him. "I'll take you back to the okiya."
"No" she said, tugging at the arm he was holding. "I refuse to go there. Hoshiko doesn't like drunk geishas! The last one she kicked out and we never saw her again."
Syaoran frowned, seeing how unsteady she was on her feet. She was drunk, so the story could be false, but he had the feeling she was telling the truth. He sighed again as he made a decision.
"I'm taking you back to my place" he stated and picked her up in his arms.
"Hey! I'm floating!"
He held in the urge to laugh. She was very silly when she was drunk, he thought, and smiled down at her as she looked up at the stars and began to point them out. His apartment was only a block away, so it was five minutes before he was already in front of his door. He unlocked it and turned the knob, which wasn't an easy task with the woman in his arms. He then entered and closed the door with his foot.
His apartment was very spacious, the living room being to his right. The kitchen and the dining room was to his left, and he walked down the hall as he passed the bathroom, two spare rooms, and reached his master bedroom, which was at the back of his apartment. He entered and Sakura looked around, making admiring sounds as she looked around. The bed was right in the middle, big and comfortable looking. There was a door to the left, which was opened, and she saw a sink, making her realize that it was a bathroom. She saw the closet, a desk, a fireplace, some bureaus and a bookcase.
"I wish Mr. Nishimoto's bedroom looked like this" she said as he placed her on the bed.
Who in hell was Mr. Nishimoto, Syaoran thought. "Why?" He asked.
"Because then maybe when he bought my mizuage it would have been more bearable."
Confused, the little wolf repeated "'Mizuage?'" Was this another geisha term?
"Mizuage" she stated again with emphasis. She placed a finger against her chin, as if in thought, although if she was thinking at all Syaoran knew she was having a hard time doing it.
"Ah! Virginity, that's the word I'm looking for! Mr. Nishimoto bought my virginity."
Syaoran froze. "What?" he asked in an almost toneless voice.
Sakura nodded and crossed her arms. "Oh yeah. He had sex with me on the floor." She giggled. "He looked so funny above me!" She hiccupped. "He made weird faces! And he moved back and forth, back and forth." She began making the motion with her hands, smiling brightly. "Then his face turned red and-
Syaoran was disgusted. "Sakura, stop" he almost ordered, grabbing her hands. The last thing he wanted was to hear her describe when this Mr. Nishimoto took her virginity.
She pouted. "Why?" She then made a face. "But it hurt. I cried, you know." She hiccupped some more. "Then when it was all over he just told me to get out, watching me dress. He saw me naked." She laughed. "And I was only fourteen!"
She seemed to have found the whole situation amusing, but he didn't. He looked at her as she laughed, knowing that she only thought it amusing only because she was drunk.
"Sakura, who gave you these drinks?" He asked seriously.
"Why, Mr. Nishimoto himself! He requested me, and I had to go to a teahouse that was far away from the okiya. Then he gave me wine, and some more wine, and then he gave me something else. Then he suggested that I go back to the okiya to change kimonos. I agreed because my kimono doesn't match."
She swiped at the stains, and Syaoran clenched his hands. It sounded as if Mr. Nishimoto had been purposely getting her drunk, and then told her to leave the teahouse, knowing that in her condition anything could have happened.
Hell, something almost had happened, if he hadn't been passing by that teahouse at the time. He had stayed late at the company, knowing Fujitaka would call. When he finally did, and they agreed to meet again to sign papers and whatnot, Syaoran then left the company, and his car had ended up stalling. He then realized it was because he had been so busy with other things he hadn't refueled the damn thing, so there was no gas in the car, forcing him to walk to his apartment. His heart had nearly stopped seeing Sakura in the middle of the road, with a car heading straight towards her. Without even thinking, he had ran onto the road and grabbed her, hugging her to him as they rolled across the road, and to safety.
"He was supposed to be my danna" she stated now, slipping off the bed. "But then Hoshiko rejected him because he has no money."
So perhaps Mr. Nishimoto had meant to have something bad happen to her out of revenge. That angered Syaoran, but then he forgot everything when she began to untie her kimono. His mouth turned dry, hearing her sing some song that was way off-key. Hell, he didn't care. He couldn't even move as she finally untied it, making it fall open from the top. Finally, he snapped out of his daze. "Wait, Sakura, don't-"
It was too late. She slipped the kimono off and because it was loosened it easily slipped down her body and pooled around her feet. Once again, he was frozen to the spot, unable to deny his eyes the pleasure of looking at her body. Either she disliked to wear bras, or they weren't allowed to wear them, because she was braless, only wearing a pair of black panties, which was sheer and somewhat transparent. His mouth was now as dry as a desert. Her breasts weren't big, but they were upright, and round. He clenched his hands, resisting the urge to go up to her and knead them, to see just how firm her breasts were, to taste her and draw her nipples into his mouth.
He finally tore his eyes away from her bust and let them roam over the rest of her body. Her waist was trim, narrow, but she had round hips, giving her an hour-glass figure, and she had sleek, shapely legs. But he had already known that, since he had already seen her in a bikini the day before. But this was different, because they were in his bedroom, not on a beach, and she was almost nude, those black panties being the only thing that covered her. All he needed to do was strip to the skin, strip her panties down, tumble her on to his bed, and he would finally be inside her. Hell, his dick was ready, making him uncomfortable as it strained against his pants, swelling as he began to realize the few simple moves he could do for her to be under him.
She turned and walked out of the bedroom, and he finally snapped out of his daze. He immediately followed her, wondering where she was going. She went into the kitchen and opened the fridge.
"Ooh! Whipped cream."
Wrong choice. That only made Syaoran's erection strain against the zipper of his pants even more, his imagination running wild as he thought of all the things they could do with whipped cream.
"No, Sakura, you need to put that back" he said, grabbing the can when she made the motion to spray some in her mouth. He placed it back before closing the fridge. He couldn't stand this. He desperately looked around, searching for something, anything, to cover her up with, before he did something he would regret. His lust was growing strong, and he feared that he wouldn't be able to control it.
Sakura went around him and left the kitchen, but fell in the hallway, sprawling on the floor. She burst out laughing. He has never in his life heard her laugh as much as she has tonight.
"Oh shit" he muttered, going to her and grabbing her waist to haul her up. He resisted the urge to sweep his hands up to her breasts and instead led her back into his bedroom, with her still laughing.
"That's the one hundredth time I fell" she chortled.
"I doubt that" he muttered, moving away from her. She suddenly spun around, eyes narrowed.
"Why not?" She snapped. "I know how many times I fell, and I fell fifty times!"
"I thought you said one hundred?" He walked to his bureau. He shouldn't have brought her here, but it was too late. She was here, and now he didn't want to take her anywhere with her condition. He rummaged through his drawer before he extracted a long T-shirt. He turned back around, and saw her undoing her traditional Japanese hairdo, humming and looking around, apparently forgetting all her anger, and not caring that she was almost naked.
He forced himself to wait, making sure to keep his eyes on her face as she took out all the clips and pins in her hair, dropping them on the carpeted floor, before her hair finally cascaded down her back, ending at her hips.
He walked forward until he was in front of her and yanked his shirt on her, pulling it over her head, helping her put her arms into the short sleeves, before it draped over her body. It reached mid-thigh, and it looked so damn sexy on her he wanted to take it off. But this was better than her being naked.
"All right, get into bed."
She beamed and suddenly threw herself at him, wrapping her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. He stumbled back until his back hit the bureau, not believing what she was doing. His hands were automatically on her back, making sure she didn't fall off.
"Get into bed with me!" She exclaimed.
"N-no I think it's best I go into a spare room" he managed to say, trying to get her off. But she began to wiggle, rubbing herself against him, and his hands dug into her naked back as she grinded her pelvis against his. She probably didn't even know what she was doing, but it was still affecting him, and he groaned. "Sa-Sakura-"
"Sleep with me" she said, pouting.
"No, Sakura. Please, stop moving-"
She only wiggled more, and he scratched out the idea that she didn't know what she was doing. The damn hussy, he thought. Even in her drunken state she knew what she was doing to him, and she was doing it so that he could sleep in the same bed with her. Damn it, how did she even know that this was affecting him? Didn't she only have sex once? Oh hell, what did it matter? No matter how she knew this could affect him, Sakura was making damn sure to use it as a weapon against him.
He sighed shakily. "If you say yes I'll stop" she promised, and giggled before kissing him.
He froze as her tongue entered his mouth, and he groaned again, but he immediately tore his mouth away.
"Fine" he growled. If she moved anymore, he was scared that he would take her right here, standing up, and ignore the fact that she wasn't herself.
She beamed again and hopped off him before skipping to the bed and throwing herself on it. He sighed shakily, running a frustrated hand through his hair. Great. This was just fucking great.
He glanced at her, sitting up on the bed and under the covers, watching him and smiling, waiting for him to join her. This was torture, having heaven so close, only for him to not enter it. And, damn it, it was by choice. He shouldn't be going through all this. He was utterly amazed at himself that he hadn't taken her all ready, but she was drunk. He knew he had to keep a tight control over the hunger of his body for her, no matter what it cost him. He would be damned if he sleeps with her while she was in this state, completely vulnerable and unaware of her actions. That would be rape. She was practically raped at fourteen, and he refused to be another man to hurt her that way. His erection could throb all it wanted, but he will not have sex with her tonight.
He removed his shoes and walked slowly towards the bed, aware that she was still staring at him. He got on top of the bed, having all intentions of sleeping over the covers, but she shook her head. "Nope, nope, you must sleep under the covers right next to me. And why aren't you wearing pajamas?"
"Because I sleep more comfortable in my business suit" he lied. He wasn't about to tell her that he didn't own a pair of pajamas because all he slept in were his boxers or briefs. He feared that she would make him sleep in that.
She formed her mouth into the shape of an 'O'. "Ohh . . ."
He got under the covers and laid back. His bed was a king-sized, so there was a good two feet separating them. He wanted to maintain that distance, but apparently she had decided differently because she scooted closer to him and placed her head on his chest, draping one of her bare legs across his own leg. He started, trying to move away, but she stopped him by wrapping her arms around his waist, snuggling closer.
"Don't leave me" she murmured and yawned. "I've always felt lonely sleeping on a bed by myself, never having anyone to hold me. I've always wanted someone to hold me" She sighed. "Just stay with me . . ." she whispered.
Syaoran bit his lip, wanting to disentangle himself from her, but she held on tight. But he couldn't completely blame her, because a tiny part of him wanted to stay right where he was. Shakily, he wrapped his arms around her, and suddenly, something like righteousness fell on him. He looked down at the woman in his arms, who was fast asleep.
She felt . . . right in his arms, almost as if this was where she belonged. He used his hand to caress her cheek, which still had the white paint. He frowned, and grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket. He wiped away the paint softly, trying to not to wake her. Once it was all off, he dropped the handkerchief on the side of the bed and began to caress her face again.
She looked so peaceful, so happy and calm. This was how she should be, not miserable, not being forced to entertain men when it was clear she didn't enjoy it. He has seen the light that shined out of her when he takes her out to dinner or any other places that didn't require for her to entertain a male. That was why he hogged her, as she had stated yesterday. She was happy being just like ordinary women, being treated as a woman, rather than a geisha. During the times he has requested her, she laughed more often, smiled more often.
He liked that.
He leaned down and kissed her forehead, thinking it safer to kiss her there instead of her lips. He then put his head back and stared at the ceiling.
His sex still throbbed, and he wondered how long it will take him to fall asleep while he held the woman he desired in his arms.
AN: So how was it? I was a little worried about this chapter, but hopefully it was pleasing and entertaining for you all. Please review! I am so happy every time I see a review, and the best gift all of you could give me this Christmas is a review, no matter how small or big.
Well, I guess you'll see the next chapter next year, in 2006. Merry Christmas, everybody, and have a wonderful happy New Year!