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 Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 9:23 pm
Prologue: Forgotten Eyes
Her eyes drifted down to the kimono she was wearing, the soft greens and blues caused patterns of the sky and the grass to be drifted around her. "Keep your head up dearie, you'll smudge your makeup if you let those tears fall down your face." a voice said and she could feel fingers holding her chin and tilting her head up so she was looking at the tiles that decorated the ceiling. "Mother, what does it feel to be able to see, besides seeing aura's." she asked not realizing her voice broke when she said those words, she thought she was going to be slapped again, when she saw her mother' hand being raised and quickly squeezed her eyes as tight as possible. a low groan escaped her throat as she felt a hand press against the skin of her cheek in a gentle caress almost as if she were her own child. "You don't need eyes, you have a gift." she said her voice gentle and I smiled as I felt a kiss against the hairline that I couldn't see.
How long have I been blind and not be able to feel the sun kiss my eyes. or see the river as it flows through our tiny garden. I do not know, all I know is when I open my eyes I see colors, dark colors for someone who is upset. light colors for someone who is happy, tinted colors if someone has died or is injured or ill. or the lightest blue for the traces of sadness. I woke up in my current home, an okiya in a very quiet village. Geisha are scarce here and when my current mother saw the beauty in my expression and how I could walk and the realness I had in this lonely word. she began teaching me all I knew and all I was meant to be. their were still geisha who went to school with us and we were still taught the same songs as our ancestors. but lines of dance no longer showed happiness, they only showed sorrow and longing for things to go back to the way they were.
Now here, I sit my adopted mother scrubbing away at the dirt and blood that covers my hand from all those years of crawling on the ground like a dog, my hair is now in the traditional style of a geisha, the split peach opening like a flower or the inside of a woman's leg. my cheeks are a rosy hue and my bottom lip is red like the color of blood. My old name whatever it was is gone and my new name has began to be born. My name is Haruko, it means spring or sunlight, or far off in the distant. It doesn't suit me, the girl with eyes that can not see and the voice that speaks like the fluttering of a leaf in the wind, but mother choose it, and mother is who I follow to the end
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 9:50 pm
Chapter One: The First Day
"Stand up, stand up. you stupid girl." my mother's voiced snapped at me, she was in front of me, or was she behind me, I could never tell where she was, my hands grasped the wooden planks as I found my footing and slowly stood up. the wooden shoes clicked against the planks, I felt taller even though I knew I was short, I felt thinner even though I was pudgy, what had mother done to me. "Good. now that your up. turn towards your right." she said her voice firm as an iron rod that she used every morning on me, she didn't hit me, she just tapped me. I sighed as I took a deep breath and turned my head seeing the dark orange and red that meant anger and glanced up. making out my mother's eyes. "Seems you can still sense the aura, now tell me what else can you see." she said watching me. I could see her aura's change, from their colors of anger to their colors of concern and some what courage. I turned my head to see the garden, a bird sat their on the edge of the rock, watching a piece of grass twitch in the morning breeze, I glanced away from rock and saw a young woman wearing a long kimono the color of the rustic leaves of Autumn in the country side. a young man was by her side, he had an air and a color of courage and warmth about him, but also the color of injury and pain. "I see a couple, a samurai and think a young geisha, she is happy to be around him. but the male is tired because of his injuries and wants to head home." I say my voice barely above a whisper
"A samurai and a geisha, you did better then expected. I thought you would just see the bird sitting on the rock near the pond, but your eyesight has improved by my superior care and touch." my mother said cupping the skin of my cheek with her fingertips and stroking the bottom of my eyes. I smiled a little bit showing pale teeth and I sighed as I closed my eyes relaxing at the warmth of her touch. "Now I have to go help your older sister, now practice." she said before leaving me. I sigh as I bow my head and walk over to my bed and sit down, feeling the crinkling of rice under me, I begin to move my fingers in a melody against my chest and on the side of my neck, leaning my head back and rolling it in circles as my fingers mimicked the strings of the shaminsen. I stopped for a moment and turned my head, hearing the sounds of shoes clicking against the cold wood. "Hello, Hiyari, seems they let the demon out of her prison cell yet again." I said my tone in different as the older girl came into my room
Hiyari was older then me then about 4 years and was already one of the most well known geisha that lived in our okiya. she was tall with a large bosom that every male in our district was enticed by. She had dark brown hair that sculpted down her neck and down her back in the longest waves, though she normally had it up in the style like mine. her skin was the palest white even without the geisha makeup. My nickname for her was "Little demon" because the way she would hide and play tricks on me, when I wasn't paying attention to her.
"Oh shush, if only you were that good at sensing how to becoming a geisha when you can't see Kurai." she said her voice reeking of her usual sarcasm. I flinched at my fake name. while Hiyari had the same of the sister geisha who adopted her, I had the name that she had given me, Mother never called me anything since she didn't want to risk the name becoming permanent, so she just called me 'child' or 'little girl' but Hiyari was basically dissing the fact that I would never inherit someone's name. "I will be a geisha, even though I can't see" she said and smiled a little bit as she looked down for a moment and ran her hand through her hair. a tired expression on her face as she laid down on the bed and closed her eyes. Hiyari sighed as she walked off and shook her head an angry expression on her face. "Why does she get all the face, she is blind." Hiyari asked as she noticed her mother was watching her. "Because she is calm and can control her emotions." my mother said narrowing her eyes at Hiyari
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 1:24 pm
Chapter Two: The Strange Male
As days went by I grew more accustomed to not being able to see my surrounding or feel the warm brush of light on my eyes. Mothers voice became firmer and firmer as years went by. They soon did chinese traditions on me such as the painful foot binding not all the way but till my feet could feel the ground as I walked barefoot, herbal baths were also common now, causing my skin to loose its tan hue and go to a pale white color. I enjoyed my lessons with each of my teachers, even classes where Hiyari would teach me how to dance and I wouldn't even mind when she slapped me hard against the back with her fingertips as if she was hitting the dog. Aura became my friends, sensing which foods I could eat on the way home where I wouldn't gain any weight, or when the water was too hot for my baths at the local hot springs. A couple days before my debut as a young geisha, they have decided to choose my older sister and I wasn't sure about this. I was worried that girls would pick on me because of me being blind and only being able to see aura, or how I had to wear a bandage around my eyes to hide the color of them.
For a while each day, they sought out to teach me everything for my debut as the young apprentice geisha that I was, my hair was tied up in the usual style though pieces of my hair was braided around the top of my eyebrows and cheeks to make me seem like my face was fuller. my lips were red with blood and the lipstick from me biting my bottom lip from how nervous I had felt
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