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Dear Dairy,
As stupid as this may sound I think I had a vision in my dreams. It involved a raven-haired young man and the feelings made me flow out of the sinister prison that has held me in for God knows how long. After waking up I rubbed my stomach, the feelings had remained though the young man disappeared from my mind. It was alive, deep inside me. Now still, after taking a shower I feel all warm and loved, but by whom I still wonder. I will ask Chiyo after our meditation.
A thin pale girl closed her dairy that held so many emotions, so many dreams she forced herself to write down. Pulling out a drawer she placed it carefully as if it was the only thing dear to her, and it was. Closing the drawer she stood up, still not used to the hard chair, her ass was hard as a stone so as normally she did some stretches to get some feeling back. Some weeks ago she already complained but Chiyo was a simpleminded old woman in her late seventies and the only thing she took of value was her futon that in the eyes of herself looked like a cloud she could drift away on. The girl on the other hand almost cried when she was released from the hospital and was given nothing more then a thin layer of futon herself. Indeed the futon of her master looked so much better then hers. Cleaning up her room she opened the window, she looked over at the square of her masters mansion. Seeing her master already downstairs eating breakfast, well at least what her master thought breakfast was, she rushed downstairs.
Halfway the hall she slipped and steadied herself by graphing the door post of the kitchen. There she stood, her only friend in distress. She pitied Yukari. The naive blue haired girl was the same age as her but was abandoned by her mother when she was twelve. Her father being a ninja died some moths before and Yukari took too much of her mothers time. Though she could have ended much worse she still felt guilty.
As far as she herself knew she also didn't had any relatives either but she didn't worked for the food and bed she was giving. Little did she know that at that same time someone paid a high price for her stay. Yukari looked up seeing her only friend catching her breathe in the door post but turned her head away when she heard the voice of her worst nightmare. She sank to her knees in defeat. "Your clothes." She whispered softly before her master walked in the kitchen with a wooden spoon ready to hit the girl. The thin girl closed her eyes when the spoon went down to hit her only friend.
Hearing the sound over and over again she ran upstairs. She would share the same fate if she didn't get dressed and be presentably in she guessed ten minutes though she never seen a clock, her master always knew the time. Once in a good mood she told her it was easy. 'Look at the sun everyday and you'll learn it too.' She lectured herself.
Her master always so calm but when you dare to mess up her schedule she would turn in the hideous and dangerous woman in the world. Although the girl never saw the world or even anything outside the walls, which surrounded the big mansion completely, she never seen the city so many maids spoke about. When her training was over and she lie on the hard ground trying to catch some sleep she would fantasize about the world outside these walls, she would travel, see the world and protect it with her two hands and the power Chiyo had taught her.
Having her head stuck in tight white shirt she was giving on her first day in the mansion she heard the gong. The only thing that would make it clear she was late and her master was really angry. Cursing she pulled down her shirt and put her hair in a ponytail. A knock made her look away from the window she used as a mirror. An old woman entered which mend trouble. Bowing in a deep respected bow she already knew what would happen. Tensing her muscles when the hard stick of her master hit her neck a little shriek escaped.
After some minutes that looked more like hours of rambling about time and schedules she was ordered to go downstairs. As soon as the ordered escaped Chiyo's lips the girl was already waiting downstairs stealing glances of the maids in the kitchen trying to silence Yukari. The thirty old master, who she and Yukari nicknamed as the wicked with of the west, because she didn't fully speak Japanese, always hit Yukari till she cried; only then she was satisfied with her punishment.
The feeling of the dream she had ebbed away after seeing the same routine that was played everyday since her arrival.
A hard tick was heard from the door post and everyone looked around seeing the thin girls painful look and a red mark decorating her arm. Her master was waiting, something she didn't like as she learned in her first weeks of the mansion. Defeated she rubbed the red mark and followed her master into a room she herself called the room of pain or pleasure. It was there where Chiyo would inspect her body and minds progress.
The old woman closed the paper door and the girl stripped herself from her clothes. Like always it was embarrassing, uncomfortable and painful. After the examination she was ordered to dress herself and to seat herself in front of her master. This she would describe as the pleasure, an old mediation that would let her sink into nothingness. No thoughts or feelings it was here where her master searched through her mind. Hoping to find something that would help them to find out who she really was.
Almost half a year she was released from the hospital her body fully recovered from whatever that hit her in there. Little did the doctors know she suffered from amnesia. Having no past Chiyo always told her is the biggest lose anyone can suffer. Though she really didn't mind, maybe it was something her body didn't wanted her to remember. Maybe it was something like a self-defence but Chiyo made it her mission to retrieve her memory. There she was thankful for, it kept her out of the kitchen and from what the heard it was a kitchen straight from hell or as Yukari called it Hell's Kitchen.
"You've dreamed about that boy again?" Her master asked her while raising a brow. The girl opened her eyes and looked at the wrinkled face. Somehow she knew someone far away would rather kill herself then walking around with such a face. In agreement she nodded and Chiyo smiled. Blinking again she saw her master still smiling and bending over. Before she knew she was pulled into a mother-daughter hug. Hugging back she wondered what had gotten into her masters head. "Chiyo-sama?" The hug stopped and a proud face had taken over the old woman's face. "I think my child…." After almost six moths she still wasn't told her name, her master didn't find it important enough and always called her my child. The girl's eyes widened at the words. "it's time for step 2. I haven't called you by your name but do know I had a good reason doing so." The girl nodded though a part of her mind screamed at the old lady it wasn't her right. "It's time, I'll order the maids to find the most beautiful kimono in the city so you can dress for the ceremony."
What ceremony. What about my name? How the girls mind was fighting not to kill her master, she knew she had the power but her respect towards the old one mastered the control over these feelings. "I'll have Tochi send to your room for your hair and make-up." Tochi being the best stylist in the city, well she assumed because she didn't really knew anyone else in that profession, would do her hair and make-up. It was getting hard to stop her lips from curling into an unnatural angle of happiness. "Go child Tochi will be there shortly." She bowed in an even deeper bow she ever mastered and almost danced out of the room.
Opening the paper door she was face to face with the only man that lived in the mansion. Seeing him she bowed deeply for he was the master of Chiyo. He made a gesture for her to follow him and a little surprised she did. Not daring to look into his eyes she walked next to him receiving glances from everyone they passed. After a long walk through halls she never seen he stopped and opened a dark room. The first thing she noticed was the dark atmosphere but then when she stank brushed into her nostrils she almost vomited. Blood, the whole room smelled like blood. She looked questioned at the young men so many feared. "Clean it." She heard him say when her eyes had shifted from him to the room. Before any protest a maid that apparently followed them through the halls handed her a bucket with hot water and a little piece of fabric.
Being pushed in the room the door closed turning everything too dark to see. The smell burned her nostrils while her eyes tried to get used to the dark. Finally after finding the light switch she found the rest of the mess which apparently the dark should have had hide for everyone. Kneeling down she puts the bucket down and walked to the window to open the curtains. The dust that came of was sneezed away by her asthmatic-breathing pattern. Great why do I have to clean this mess? I am not a maid am I? Or is this part of the ceremony? She cleared the room from the clothes and bloodied bandages that were scattered all over the place. Pilling them up in a corner she continued dusting the place. Sneezing once or twice she amazingly found herself dancing on a little melody she remembered from long ago. She worked hard and finished the room and the bathroom that was attached to the room before the afternoon.
Closing the two large windows she found hidden behind the curtains she left the room and found an angry Tochi standing in the doorway. He didn't even opened his mouth to speak he just slapped her on her fingers; he would be crazy to ruin her face when she had a ceremony tonight. Bowing in a deep apology he pulled her up and dashed with her into the dressing room that was made especially for him. He was a high ranked professional and as one says they can ask for anything and Chiyo wasn't so stupid to ignore his requests. He indeed was the best.
"How does Chiyo-sama expects from me to turn you into something beautiful? That kimono is going to waste." Tochi raddled beyond reason. Was it because she was late, was he having a bad day or was she ready that ugly as he told her she was for the past three hours? Brushing some winkles out of the light blue kimono that was so delicate by being decorated with a setting sun by sea a tear escaped her eye, ruining her make-up. "Stupid child, look what you did! Now I can start all over again." Tochi said irritated while roughly rubbing her face clean.
Three hours later when the sun became to set Tochi was finally finished. Satisfied he placed the full body mirror in front of his so-called latest creation. The kimono, the wrapped obi around her waist and the hair garments where perfect to her taste, but when she saw her face she almost start crying again. She really was ugly without him. Her face didn't looked that bony as it was, her cheeks looked filled because of the rouge and her eyes never spoke so many desired emotions. Her lips where painted the same red as the red glowing sun on her kimono. Touching the mirror and pinching herself she knew she wasn't dreaming, this was she, the thin and bony girl that lost her memory six months ago. This was the same girl that was hospitalized after something terrible was done to her, the same girl that had lived under Chiyo's roof that was trained by her and received a tick on her arm this same morning. But she couldn't believe it, the girl reflected in the mirror looked so beautiful, matured and like a desire herself.
A knock made them both turn around. Seeing the old woman enter she felled more confidant then ever. She looked amazing, wiser and powerful; her master against whom she always looked up to, looked like an old hag that escaped her nurse to fulfill her teenager dreams that taunted her, her whole life. "Good, come my child." And with that she walked out of the room. Good? It that all she has to say? Thanking Tochi whole hearted for her new look, though the insults where still fresh in her mind she made her retrieve and closed the paper door behind her.
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It was already dark and gloomy when he returned to the mansion he lived for seven months. He has been counting the days till the reunion with his adorable lover. The one he lived for, the one he would die for, as he proved every day over and over again. How he wished her hands would entangle in his. How much he desired to sleep next to her whispering sweet words in her ear till she fell asleep. How he would fall asleep with his head softly on her nape.
"Good job today." He heard his team-mate behind him when he entered the gate of the big surrounded mansion. He nodded in return, sure the mission was a big success, Gaara would be pleased but Gaara didn't pleased him in return. Giving him no permission to see his loved one was the hardest rule to follow. He hadn't seen her in years, leaving out the rush hours when he found her dead. He hasn't seen her smile for so long, that same smile that kept him going. The smile he saw when he made the toughest decision for them both.
He limped back into the right building his room was in, knowing his lover wasn't far away, living across his room on the second floor with all the maids. Though you would have thought they must have crossed each others they never did. Chiyo-sama made sure that wouldn't happen until she though the girl was ready. He wasn't even allowed to see her, though he broke that rule once or twice when he bathed in sweat from a nightmare thinking his sweetheart was killed. Then as a skilled ninja he would climb his way up her window and watch over her sleeping form, knowing she experienced the same awful nights like him all alone. It always took all his self-control not to enter the room and cuddle up beside her. Hugging her till she would remember.
Finally after leaving enough blood trials behind him, no doubt anyone would miss, he entered his room. Shifting the light on he saw the result of an enormous clean up that would have taking the maids hours of hard work. Not knowing his girl was the one that did al the cleaning herself in only half a day. Searching for his clean bandages he sank on his cleaned bed, overlooking the room in his brightest colors. Since he entered the mansion he never cleaned nor had he time to do so. It was always missions this mission that. Gaara kept him busy 24/7 with only enough time to sleep and eat in between. But it was all for a good cost, his loved one would be healed and restored as promised.
Shifting of the light he leaned back after the bandages where restored and closed his tired onyx eyes. It was hell but he was sure he would come out stronger then before. When he and his blossom where ready they would get their own house enough near the city but enough away to relax and enjoy each other company. Enjoy the time that was stolen from them, they would get it back.
Opening his eyes he stared at the ceiling. He knew she would be angry at him, making such a rush decision without involving her. She would lecture him it was her life too. Shaking his head to reason with himself. He did it all for her, her revival, her stolen life, their stolen time. Shifting angry over from side to side on the futon that wouldn't even allow his loved one to sleep next to him he was awaken from his restless thoughts by a loud knock on his door. Making himself presentable he combed his hairs out of his face with his fingers. Looking in the bright light that swallowed his dark room he saw the dark brown cape of Gaara.
"What is it Gaara." He said with less respect he would normally speak to him. Gaara walked in and closed the room, looking around he sniffed the air around. "She's would be a good maid you know?" He grinned with an almost evil smile. "Pity she turned into a crappy ninja, housekeeping would fit her better don't you think?" He wasn't sure Gaara was talking about but then it hit him. He was talking about her. She cleaned his room. With anger all written over his aura he almost jumped grapping Gaara by his coat. "This wasn't part of the deal. She isn't her to do your maids chores, she's her to restore her memory, we both a paying a high price so I suspect something in return instead of hearing you made her clean my room." The anger involving the Sharigan made Gaara's brows fall in a deep frown. "Please do understand…" he said in a calm tone the Sharigan users couldn't wait to hit out of him. "when she will become your wife she needs to be prepared, a wife should clean the house. Its tradition here.." He left to of his grip on Gaara and walked to the window. "I am not even sure if she wants to marry me, I mean maybe she doesn't even remembers me like I do with her." This made the respected sand users smile. "I came to tell you she's ready, the ceremony will begin when you'll be ready. Though I should warn you she still hasn't recovered completely. Don't rush things with her." The red haired man closed the door behind him, leaving a stunned younger one behind with his heart in his hands.
"She's ready?" He tried to convince herself. After day's and nights hoping it wouldn't take her any longer, though he would wait years if that was how long it took her, she was ready after seven months she was ready. He had the official permission to see her, hug her, kiss her. His head spun from the thoughts he would do when he saw her. But then fear overtook him, what is she didn't loved him, what if she wouldn't remember him, what if he frightened her!
He entered the big garden were formal parties and important ceremonies would take place. Just like this one, the most important one he ever accompanied. His love would get her name back, which also meant she was ready to see him and learn more about her past and how her future may look like.
His hair still dripping from the quick shower he took after he realized he could see her without sneaking around. His ceremonial kimono that he borrowed from Gaara fitted him good, giving away his trained body to every maid he walked past. But he wasn't here to get laid or anything in that sense. He was here to claim what was his and his alone. Strolling past the geisha's that entertained the high ministers and businessmen he was amazed so many were invited for this, what he thought was a small ceremony.
After a disappointed search he learned from a geisha, that was highly interested in him, that the girl wasn't allowed into the garden until Chiyo-sama said so. His grown was heard by the many geisha's that had left their men to steal a glance him in his perfect suited kimono. With his hair wet and still dripping the girls giggled at his maturity and dark look. Pushing through them he strolled alongside with Gaara who introduced him so some high businessmen till finally the gong was heard and everyone made their way to the sakura tree, which couldn't have been in a better blossom then today. With a soft wind some blossom was taking up and swirled around the garden, over the little stone bridge into the open room here Chiyo walked out with the most beautiful girl he ever saw.