Kitty Ellen was late.
Again.
For the ninth time this month
It was the 11th.
To be brief ...she was screwed.
And not very smart since she chose today to wear her new shoes. They had looked so cute in the window. They had been on sale. They were candy apple red ((just the color of her new dress)). They were meant for her.
They also had 5 inch heals.
So Kitty Ellen was not smart, about to break an ankle and late.
Great.
Lain Miyzawa-Katze was worried.
Kitty was late.
Again.
It wasn't that she was worried about the girl... No the ditz would be ok. She had most likely over slept ((again)) No Lain wasn't worried about Kitty.
She was worried about A-Samma
Or better yet what A- Samma would do to her when she found out that the new girl that Lain had hired was late...
Again...
This was it. Her big day. The launch of the new line.
After all the years one would assume that she would no longer be afraid... But she was.
For all the years that Anna ((once Kyoyama , never Asakura, forever A-Chan)) had been designing she had never before done it alone. At first she was guided by Rudolfo, then her teachers and finaly the big wigs of whatever company she was working for... But now Rue was dead and she was the one in charge...
It was both thrilling and terrifying.
She surveyed her spacious office. She'd been here since one and it looked like a wrecking crew had come with her. She made a mental note to get Lain to have it cleaned before noon.
Her gaze landed on a rough sketch in a mahogany frame that was now hanging lopsided on the wall. This is what had brought her here.
It really wasn't anything special. Anyone with a trained eye could see that. On faded white paper three geishas danced in elaborate kimonos in front of a crowded room. She can't help but notice the shy look in the middle one's eye and the way her pink hair frames her face... Nor the particular shade of blue she used for the left ones hair and the fact she's a good bit shorter than the others. The last geisha is the tallest, with her green hair swept in to a style that most people have to comment on.
She studies the crowd next. She can't really help the slight smile on her lips when she sees the small boy that's peeping from under the chair, about to be trampled by someone larger who's trying to get away from a fight that broken out. The fight ((or in this case a squabble)) is taking place between a youth in fine Chinese styled robes. His fist is about to collide with a blue haired peasant.
But it had been her ticket to bigger and better things,. For when she sat outside that bath house is Kyoto on her very first break, just days after leaving her fiancé and everything she had ever known, Anna had been discovered.
Rudolfo Bursi had been a fresh new designer in Japan for new idea's. She was a lowly cleaning girl at an up scale bath house is Kyoto. It was hardly a match made in heaven but somehow the stars aligned that day and Anna found a new life while Rue found his muse.
Looking at the sketch now she has no idea why he even bothered with her. It's crude and shows no real talent... but then again he always said she was by far her worst critic.
They had struck up a conversation that day in broken Japanese. He asked her about her drawing and her name. She asked if he needed any new towels (( For it was now the English phrase she new best)). He stayed and watched her draw for the rest of her break and sought her out the next day...then the next...
That was the begging. At first she had though he was trying to seduce her, but soon after , as she went to take him a fresh set of towels and discovered him in bed with a man she changed her mind...
They struck up an odd sort of friendship. He requested her from the manger of the both house to be his guide. They walked all over the city, her trying her best to explain everything to him. Sometimes he would spend the whole day drawing ((mostly her)) others he would bring in clothing and ask her opinion, which was as blunt as always. And over time, and careful prodding he got story out of her.
A month passed and it was time for him to go back to Italy. She felt as if her heart would break again. This man was the first in such a long time to understand all of her. When she left Yoh she only managed to escape with some of herself...now when it was time for him to leave what would be left of her?
But remarkably instead of losing what was left of her, she gained so much more. Rue asked her to come back to Italy with him. To help him design his line to live in the lap of luxury... and most importantly to leave her past behind.
It was the start of her new life. She lived in his villa, ran the house and was admired. It was all she had ever wanted. His knew line came out and stunned the public. He gave the credit to his 'dear A-Chan'.
She was adored by all. She was his muse. She was anonymous.
That's what had shocked her the most. She had never been found. Not by Kino or Manta or any of the others she thought might have tried to drag her back. She lived her perfect life with no complications. She was no longer Anna Kyoyamma...she was no longer an itako. She left that world behind...
Until now.
Her knew line, Spirt, debuted today... under her real name.
For the first time in almost 50 years, Anna Kyoyama could be found.
Ok... this is my first update in roughly a billion years on any fan fiction. I can't promise the next one will be any soon but I'm going to try because I love this story line so much.
To anyone who's read my other stories if you'd be interested in me continuing some of them please let me know
I would also like to point out that this does not really follow cannon because I haven't seen Shaman king in forever... so this is my take on what might have been.