InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Geisha, Murders, and All Kinds of Twists ❯ Hana and the Teahouse ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I originally wrote this with my own characters, but I changed it to InuYasha characters, so yea….I don’t own InuYasha



Chapter One: Kagome and the Teahouse"Good-bye mama. I love you, I’ll miss you." Kagome gave her mother a quick hug and a kiss on the check with tears forming in her eyes, trying to stop them from falling down the side of her face. She wanted to smile for her mother one last time no matter what her own feelings and opinions of the situation were. Kagome knew this was one of the last chances or maybe even the last time she would get to see her mom. She fought back the tears threatening to fall and kept her voice calm as she said her good-byes to her beloved family. She made sure to kept a smile on her face, even though all she wanted to do was cry herself to sleep in her home and hope this was all a dream, a horrible, terrible dream.'I‘m doing this for her, and my little brother, so that they can keep living and keep from being hurt by the ones we owe money to.' She kept repeating this over and over in her head to keep herself from screaming and yelling at the world her fear and pain her heart held."I know that the money for me to go to work at the teahouse hasn't come yet, but it will, so just hang in there." She continued to tell her mom when her brother, only two years younger than her came running out of their small house and ran to her, hugging and pleading her not to go."Souta, take care of mom and the house for me alright?" The 12 year old boy nodded his head, not being able to talk for his tears and gasps of breath. He backed away and wiped his face and tried to stand straight and act more like the grown men he had seen when they too lost a sibling or even their spouse to the teahouses for debts. This only lasted a few minutes, when he caved in and teared up again while leaning on his mother who was also crying.The Higurashi family had always been close, and even closer after the death of Kagome and Souta’s father. After a few moments of unbearable silence, Souta spoke up."Kagome, I’m going to miss you so much! Come home as soon as you can and when you get back you will see, you will see that I took care of everything! Everything will be perfect again!" He said through his tears. This broke Kagome’s will to keep her smile and not from crying, and tears fell down her face. She thought of her mom, how would she be able to do all the housework and take care of Souta all at once? How would Souta handle not having someone to play games with since the neighborhood kids were all scared of venturing into the streets and town? Who would teach him the things their father was unable to teach him as he grew while their mother was busy with work and chores? Who would help Souta with his chores since there was so much to do? Would she ever be able to see her family again?She was soon shaken out of her thoughts as a carriage pulled by two horses pulled up. A woman got out of the carriage and Kagome knew it was a woman from the teahouse to take her away. "I promise we will see each other again. I must go. I love you, remember that." She gave them both one last hug and kiss and an extra one to her only sibling, as she walked to the carriage and got in without a word to the woman standing beside it.'I wonder what’s going to happen now. I hope the money will be enough for all our debts and I can go home soon. I’m only fifteen, I hope I survive. I heard from some of the village girls that some of the okami# are mean.' She leaded back and closed her eyes until she was sure they were far away from her family’s home and village. If she had to look at her family’s faces or their home and village she loved so dearly, she’d probably stop the carriage and run back into the safe arms of her mother. Her family would be punished all because she had to look back. So she forced herself to keep her eyes closed and hummed a popular village tune in her head to try to clear her thoughts and prepare for what lied ahead.Kagome looked out of the carriage into the morning light, her long black hair blowing softly against her pale face as her brown eyes studied the landscape around her. She had opened her eyes when she saw an orange tint to her eye lids instead of the black she had watched. Her village was on the edge of the forest and always in shade. This new burst of light startled her and she looked out over the grassy fields and mountains in the distance. The road they were traveling on was a narrow, dirt road that seems to go on forever, or at least as long as she could see. The women beside her sat tall and proper and rolled her eyes at Kagome’s amazed looks. She yelled out something to the horses and the carriage stopped. Kagome had not noticed it before, because of her tears and then closing her eyes the whole time, but there was an old man with short gray hair and misty blue eyes at the front, leading the horses. He looked like a beggar, not someone you would find leading a rich teahouse okami’s horses. After a few moments he came to the side of the carriage that the woman was on. She leaned over and whispered something in his ear and he nodded his head to show he understood her requests. He then proceeded to let down the bamboo curtains, refraining Kagome from looking any longer. The old woman smirked as she heard Kagome give a small frustrated sigh. ‘That should make her not even think of running away from the house since she doesn’t know the whole way and her being mad is an added bonus’ she thought.Soon, the carriage came to a complete stop and the woman got out of the carriage and motioned for Kagome to follow her. Kagome quickly raked her fingers through her hair, as she wanted to look her best, and stepped out of the carriage. She smoothed out her kimono, the best one she had which still wasn’t all that great, with two small holes and the blue fabric faded.She first looked for the old woman she had followed out but she was no where in sight. Confused and not knowing what to do, she stood there until a short, stout woman cleared her voice to get her attention. She was in the doorway of the teahouse that Kagome would call home for the next several years."I’m the okami here. First things first, its not be easy to live and work here, so I‘m giving you the chance now, stay or go home. Its up to you.” She paused, waiting for Kagome’s answer with an annoyed look on her face.Kagome contemplated her options but knew that her family was depending on her and she had to say. In a timid voice she replied, “No ma‘am. I shall stay here and work.” The woman looked at her critically for a few moments as if analyzing her.When she finally spoke, her voice was low and disbelieving. “Suit yourself,” she continued, “Here is a list of chores that you need to do everyday. You can choose to do the chores any time during the day, before or after your training, but it must be done before sunset.” She pulled out a piece of crisp yellow paper with fancy black handwriting from her kimono and handed it to Kagome.Kagome skimmed through her list quickly and noticed there were many things she had to do everyday for the next several years. A tear ran down the side of her cheek as she thought of her future. Then, in a big clasp of thunder and an explosion of light in the dark sky, it began to pour cold, beautiful raindrops. She thought of each raindrop as a part of her past the loved and longed for, and the splashes of the rain on the ground as her shattered dreams.Her hair started to curl in its wetness and her best kimono was now soaked, but she didn’t care. She only wished to stand in the rain and entertain herself with her thoughts, but the woman in the doorway crushed her thoughts as she yelled to get into the house.Not wanting to upset her new outa-san, she hurried in and got ready for her journey ahead. The first thing she noticed was the expensive decorations in the room she had entered. The walls were all painted a dark red, giving the room a sensual feel. There were two paintings on one wall, she assumed was painted by a rich artist who visited the house. The paintings were encased in matching gold frames that gleamed in the dim light of the lanterns which were freshly lit. The room smells of perfumes and oils and Kagome only wished to go back to the rain and walk all the way back to her cozy village. She took off her shoes quietly and carried them with her through a hall, following the woman.

The hall was narrow and decorated the same way as the first room except there were shelves on the walls with different figurines of porcelain and gold of geishas. When they finally stopped, she had noticed she was in a kitchen. It was a fairly large room, but she could not tell much about how it looked because no lanterns had been lit here and the sun had long went down. She could still hear the thunder and see the flashes of light produced by the lightening.

The okami led her to the back of the room and Kagome saw that there was a wooden staircase, painted white. ‘This must be where all the girls here live.” The woman kept going without a word to Kagome and she knew she would not like her okami.

When they reached the end of the stairs, Kagome saw that there was a single hall with doors on each side. The woman spoke up in a rude tone of voice, “The rooms on the left side of the hall is where our more active girls are.”

‘She means prostitutes”, thought Kagome, “I hope I’m not one of them.”

“And the right side of the hall is for our workers, dancers, and other entertainers. You will be staying in the last room on the hall, on the right side.” she continued.

Kagome drew a quick sigh of relief. She was so happy that all she would be doing was working and maybe dancing if she was good enough. She looked at the okami to see if there was anything else she would need to know. The woman was quiet so Kagome walked to the end of the hall and opened the door. She looked back at her okami but she had already left. Kagome stepped inside the room and closed the door tightly behind her. She saw that there were two beds and two dressers with a single vanity.

One bed had a bag and some clothes on it, so she assumed that was the bed her new roommate would prefer to have. She walked to the unoccupied bed and put her shoes under her pillow and layed down.
To Be Continued….maybe…..
Author notes
written by Ayame Ritsuske**MOST geishas in Japan at the time of the story setting were only dancers unless they chose to be otherwise. Kagome is not a geisha, she is only a worker in the teahouse and becomes a dancer there later in the story.