A/N: Hey all! I suppose we shall continue this yes? Lol Sorry for the long update =) and seriously, these words my sister came up with ha ha, it does take me time to get inspiration. With this one I'm sure you know where I finally came up with this idea.

Geisha

Gei-sha: n. A Japanese girl trained to provide entertainment esp. for men.

He couldn't take his eyes off of her. So, with silence he watched as she prepared for the show from the corner of her dressing room. She had gotten out of the shower a few minutes ago, emerging from the bathroom with her wet hair pulled back from her face with a headband and tied into a top knot. She wore a simple black tank and short blue shorts and her feet bare as she pranced around the room to switch on her boom box lowering the volume slightly so she could shoot questions at him while she swung herself into the small chair that was placed in front of her vanity.

He wondered how a girl's face could be so clear. She had to be one of the few that had such flawless skin, being able to walk out into the public without a trace of cover up. He knew for a fact that Dawn and May, and even his mother worried about their face, applying the nude liquid to cover up any flaw that appeared never once allowing themselves to be seen without looking perfect. But here was Misty, looking good without a single cosmetic appliance. He liked her that way. His eyes followed her hands as she reached for a circular silver container, spinning the lid off before placing it onto her counter and pulling out a white sponge dipping it into the container.

With practiced hands she swiped on some white liquid onto her face. She traced the cosmetic paint around her lips and covered her entire face with the stuff before putting the makeup back and taking up a black colored pencil and lining her brown eyebrows so that they turned black. With a red pencil she outlined her plump lips and then followed up by swiping on some dark red lipstick and then smacking them together and rubbing her lips around so that the gloss would cover her lips evenly. As she began her eye makeup she began to chatter about the gym, telling him how she loved being the leader but how so much responsibility took up her time. He mumbled something, not entirely sure what he had said, but hoping that it had been sympathetic in the least. He couldn't help it really; it was like he was in some kind of trance as she now was fixing her hair so that a black wig was placed on top of her red locks, hiding the beautiful hairs from his view.

He held his breath as he watched her reflection in the mirror, her fingers fiddling with the fake black strands of hair so that she pulled them into an intricate up-do and finished the elaborate design with a flowered comb, sticking it into the bun so only the flowers protruded and the comb remained hidden. She looked so unlike her usual self that he wasn't sure if he liked how she looked. Sure, anyone would think that this costume made her really pretty, but it took away all of her features that he loved. She was even hiding her blue-green eyes with brown contacts, muttering to him about how real geishas didn't have blue eyes. Screw real geishas, brown was just not Misty's color and she shouldn't have to change her pretty orbs.

"So, what do you think?" her soft voice broke him from his silence and he tried to grin and she twirled around in the red kimono. The deep red brought out her ivory skin, and tied around her small waist was a gold ribbon giving her a small figure and allowing a huge bow to be made behind her. On her feet were small sandals with an inch of platform to lift her off the ground some, not that she really needed the added height. He had gained some inches himself and had happily proclaimed to her that he was finally taller, but now she a few inches ahead of him. Stupid shoes.

"It looks good," he shrugged, not sure if that was the appropriate answer that she had been looking for.

"Oh." She replied giving him a strange look before turning back to her full length mirror and adjusting her dress and hair some more. "I look like Sakura's pretty sisters," she giggled.

"So why is your sisters doing this? I thought they were into the whole mermaid thing," Ash sighed standing from his chair and stretching his arms.

"I don't know, I guess they were getting a little tired of water ballet and wanted to try something different. I almost didn't agree to this, but then Sakura talked me into it and I do kind of enjoy it." The redhead, ahem raven-haired, girl explained.

"You enjoy looking like a girl?" Ash smirked, dodging as she threw a hairbrush at him.

"I enjoy being a geisha," she corrected him, sticking out her tongue from between red painted lips. "They were so respected back in the day, graceful and beautiful. It feels nice to be playing something so amazing," she shrugged.

"I think you look ridiculous," Ash chuckled putting his hands behind his head and watching her dreamy smile turn into a frown.

"You would," she said finally, pulling on her large sleeves with furrowed brows.

"I mean, why would you want your red hair black and your blue eyes brown?" Her head turned up to look at him, and her eyed widened as he came closer to her. "I like the way you look when you look like you."

"Really?"

"Really."

A/N: Short and sweet I think. I can just picture this too, you know her sisters getting her to play a role like that. Anyways, as always I would appreciate it if you told me what you think =) so stay tuned for more!

~Waterfalls