GEISHA... Life Behind the Mask Author: Hikari Email: Rated: PG-13 Genre: Alt.Reality Part: Chapter 3 AN (10/28/00)-> I AM *SO* INCREDIBLY SORRY TO HAVE TAKEN SO LONG TO WRITE THIS CHAPTER UP BUT, BESIDES HAVING SOME SCRIPT PROBLEMS AND A LITTLE WRITER'S BLOCK... I'VE ALSO HAD AN EXCESSIVE AMOUNT OF HOMEWORK. (SO MUCH ACTUALLY, THAT LAST WEEKEND I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO SEE THE SUN!!) ANYWAYS, I'M PRETTY SURE THAT NONE OF YOU CARE ABOUT MY PITIFULL LITTLE LIFE SO I'LL JUST LET YOU READ ON! Chapter 3: A geisha with a blue kimono walked slowly towards Darien through the darkness. Her pale face and dark red lips accented the luscious curve of her small mouth and made her features noticeable from within the shadows. The face of the woman belonged to Usagi. She gave him a solemn yet captivating look, enticing him to come near her. Darien, enthralled, moved towards her petit figure and let his arms encircle her waist- pulling her closer to him. Usagi let her small pink tongue trace the curve of her upper lip while keeping eye contact with him. Then, showing him her pearly white teeth as her mouth upturned into a seductive smile, she encouraged him to kiss her. Darien jumped at the opportunity, crushing her delicate body against his, capturing her mouth with his own. He savored the feel of her petal soft lips, and with his tongue, he coaxed her mouth open for his exploration. Her essence tasted like caramel to him, and he wished he could sedate his thirst through her... ...But sugar will only cause you to be thirstier. Darien slowly broke the kiss, smiling down at the woman he held within his embrace. Usagi smiled at him and raised her lips to whisper in his ear. "I know the question you are asking yourself." He breathed in her scent with his intake of air. "And do you know the answer?" Darien said as he held her tighter. "You're always supposed to save the best for last." "BBBBBBEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppppppppppppp" */^.^\* end of dream */^.^\* "BBBBBBEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppppppppppppp" "ALRIGHT ALREADY!!!" Darien screamed as he slammed his hand over the alarm clock. "DAMN." He cursed as he sat on the bed, raking his fingers through his hair in an exasperating manner. Getting up and walking towards the balcony, Darien looked at the Tokyo daybreak from his apartment. It was a bright yellow sunrise with streaks of orange mingled on the radiating rays. Darien smiled at the scene. He rarely got to see sunrises throughout the week because he worked from Monday to Saturday, but today, it being Sunday, he could enjoy it all he liked. "Sunday?" He asked aloud to himself as it sunk in that today, was his day off. "SUNDAY?!" He screamed at himself in a reprimanding manner as he realized that he could have avoided setting his alarm clock last night. How many nights did he not dream of her... How many nights did that same scene not relive itself in his dreams only to be interrupted by his alarm clock at its most tempting moment? More than he could count. And it just so happened that the only day he didn't *have* to wake up early... HE had set the stupid alarm clock anyway! Darien groaned as he debated on the possibility of going back to sleep in order to dream of Usagi again. He hadn't seen that little rabbit, as he liked to call her, for almost six months (this, of course, was not counting his dreams). Looking once again at the awakening city, he opted for taking a shower and going for a walk. After all, it was the month of May, and the cherry-blossom trees would be in bloom. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Darien was now sure that he was going crazy. He had just stopped, AGAIN, a Tokyo geisha thinking that she was Usagi. He had done this *so* many times, he would have thought that his subconscious had learned it's lesson. 'After all, Usagi was in Kyoto!' But nooo... His stupid brain had to think that any woman in a kimono was her! "Sukebei!!" The woman yelled at him as she tore herself from his grasp. Darien could only stare at her retreating figure. 'Had he really become so infatuated with Usagi that to other it might seem a little strange?' "Argh!" He groaned as he passed his fingers through his hair. He really didn't understand what the hell was going on with his brain! 'I mean,' he thought. 'To become obsessed over someone you have just met once is pretty ridiculous and it literally sounds psychopathic!!' "I'm not crazy!" Darien said as he shook his head from side to side trying to refute his thoughts. "And yet..." he said softly to himself. "I know I will never be able to forget her porcelain face and..." He was caught in a memory for a second, before continuing on. "Those eyes... those sad eyes." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Two crystal blue orbs tinted with a hint of desolation shone as they looked upon the man entering the apartment. They watched him as he took off his shoes, then his gray work jacket. They followed his movements into the living room where he placed the jacket on a chair. Raising his head to meet her stare, the man bowed his head and while smiling said, "Tadaimasu." Usagi was now standing in front of him, bowing down respectfully. "Okaerinasai." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* She stared at the ceiling, her body cold. 'It's always about him!' She thought. 'It's always about him.' She stood from the futon and began to place her kimono back on. She looked around the room. It was now empty. Gazing at herself in the mirror, she could barely meet her eyes. It was always this way after - "Hmp!" Usagi laughed as she looked up. She didn't know why she bothered to look at her appearance, because, after all... her wig always looked as if it had never even been touched. And it wasn't. Not really. With her danna it was always 'I'm home,' then in-out, and 'Goodbye.' Usagi turned off the lights of *their* apartment as she closed the door and left. Soon, she would be home where she could take a shower and lay her head down to sleep the night in peace. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "Usagi." He whispered in his sleep as he tossed in bed. Hugging the pillow tightly he murmured her name once more. He was dreaming of her again. With his eyes opening slowly, for some odd reason, he looked over at the red digital numbers of his alarm clock. 'IT'S FREAKIN' THREE AM!' Darien groaned as he grabbed his pillow and placed it over his head. He had to go to work tomorrow and if he couldn't get sleep he knew he would be cranky. Clearing his mind, he tried to think of peaceful things... but slowly, his dream began to replay itself in his eyes. Darien suddenly sat up and grabbed his wallet from the nightstand. Taking out a white card from within it, he looked at the black kanji written on it. "Usako." Darien whispered. He now knew what he should do. To be continued... +~++~++~++~++~++~++~++~++~++~++~++~++~++~++~++~++~++~+ NOT MUCH OF A CLIFFHANGER HUH? WELL... I'VE HAD A LOT ON MY MIND! (HERE I GO AGAIN COMPLAINING ABOUT THE THINGS I HAVE TO COMPLETE YET HAVEN'T BECAUSE I'VE BEEN WRITING FAN- FICTION, OH WELL!) CHEER ME ON IN MY DESPERATE TIMES OF EMAIL NEED!! EMAIL ME! -> JYA NE! ATT: */6.~\* HIKA-CHU */6.~\*