InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Kiyou Nitsuite Amedare: Ten, Tentou, ken Touhou ❯ Sanban Bundan ( Chapter 3 )

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"'Okaa-san�' I tried to call out softly, hoping in some small way she was present with me. But the emptiness in the room rang loudly, pronouncing itself and sharpening my notice of my aloneness. "

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Samurai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.12.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 714 | Status: Completed

Sanban Bundan

By the second time I had come to, I realized in fact it was not a dream I was having. I had not reached nirvana, much to disappointment… but it seemed as if fate had something else very different in store for me. But the trials I had to face before I was graced with good karma were long and difficult, and it took all I could not to just give in year after year.

The first image that came to my mind was a vast ceiling, wooden and musty in place of the blue sky I was accustom to. I sat up, realizing I felt a deep throbbing pain in my side. But it seemed so dulled that if I shifted in the right way it only became an obvious discomfort. Lifting my hands up in disbelief, I glanced at them. They were flesh and bone, just as they had always been. Pushing them against the floor, I found my way to my feet. But they felt like liquid, and I felt as if I could not walk properly.

I stumbled to the door, hitting against it with my shoulder as it rang with a dull thud, and whimpered. I struggled to sit myself upright, but the throbbing had increased, making my head swim. I was suddenly and rather acutely aware of how the room was much too bright, and I became increasingly upset. “Okaa-san…” I tried to call out softly, hoping in some small way she was present with me. But the emptiness in the room rang loudly, pronouncing itself and sharpening my notice of my aloneness.

A soft squeaky noise caught my attention and I shot my head up to the door handle rather abruptly, causing the dizziness I felt to increase. I scrambled backward, regardless, in my fright. A very stern looking older Japanese woman and an odd-looking man came to the room.

I said odd looking, for he had light colored hair and blue eyes like mine, which were shocking to me for even though I knew I myself had them never before had I come across anyone else who had the same. He had a very impatient look upon his face, and when he spoke he spoke with a deep, guttural accent that made him hard to understand. He was much taller than most men I had encountered, and his face was much sharper than I was used to. In my opinion, I found him quite unattractive, but that was because I was used to seeing my Otou-san's face… whose strength laid in its softness, which was often deceiving to most.

“She's only half.” He spoke so simply, as if it were obvious to anyone, but I found myself just as confused as any other day.

“I understand this,” the older woman spoke, frowning at me with distaste. She chewed on the end of a long pipe, leering at me. She squinted. When she was thinking, she squinted in a very ugly way, for it made it look as if her eyes fell in to her face.

“She wouldn't be popular. To send her to anything besides a jorou-ya would be a waste of time and money. The fact that she was purchased was a waste of my money. I don't understand what Yori-san was thinking.” It was plain to all around that this man was very upset, and most particularly upset with me. But the way he spoke to me, made me feel as if I were a pet dog who had done something wrong. An unwanted dog.

“Yes, that Yori-san is a damn fool at times… but her shojomaku was checked, and she is untouched. That alone should fetch a handsome price,” the squinting woman replied, a nasty grin spreading on her face. It made me visibly cringe at her, as I felt my breaths becoming quickened.

The man considered me a moment, and a hope swelled in me that perhaps he would let me go.

Perhaps he would show me pity, and take me home.

Now, regarding the circumstances, this man whom I met only once in my life did show me some sort of tolerance. His slight mercy, this man who held my very fate in his hands, gave me an opportunity that was my saving grace.

“No, take her to an okiya for now. She needs to be properly educated in how to please a man before we sell her, and then she can be sold to a jorou-ya. Though no one would want her for a Geisha, I have a strong feeling she shall sell handsomely for her shojomaku. She shall give small performances before she is taken, and that is why she must be in an okiya… Some lowlife gaishou could not compare to the beauty of a refined Geisha.”

Now, this sort of reasoning is not the typical way of a Japanese businessman, you must understand. But as circumstance would have it, the man in charge of sealing my life away was not Japanese. And whether this was for the better or worse, I am not sure… all that I know is that to this day, things might have been very different if I had never been to an okiya, and went straight to a jorou-ya.

As that was said, the woman grabbed my arm and heaved me up on to my slippery feet. That is when I found time for my vocal cords. “Nani? Onegai, doko no Okaa-san? What are you doing?” I cried, as the woman told me angrily to be quiet, and hit me upside my head.

That reduced my questions to whimpering, and my choked sobs to silence. But no matter what she did, I could not stop the rain coming from eyes as she took my away from the man who sold me and changed my life forever.

Glossary:

Nani: What

Doko no: Where is…

Jorou-ya: Brothel

Okiya: Geisha House

Shojomaku: Hymen