The Geisha Prince
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Adult +
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8
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28
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Season 1: Lesson 2
Title: The Geisha Prince
Author: Kleptomaniac Can Opener
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Seto x Yugi
Disclaimer: Kazuki Takahashi owns Yugi-Oh, not me. How disappointing is that? XD
Summary: He was like a precious doll on a pedestal that he had dared to touch.
NOTES: Obi is the fancy belt that holds the kimono together. Normally tied in a bow, it can be also be done in a variety of complicated and artful designs. Obi usually contrast the color of the kimono to make both stand out.
~*~Season 1: Lesson 2~*~
ADDICTION
My voice is gone
My brain has stopped
You make my heart tremble
You steal my breath
I burn inside
I can’t get enough of you
I can’t stay away
I need more everyday
I think I’m addicted
Your love is just like a drug
~*~
“I thought you were off today, big brother. Where are you going?” Mokuba was Seto’s younger brother by four years. Their appearances were only identical in the eyes, since Mokuba took after their father and Seto their mother, and even their attitudes were polar opposites with the younger being more positive and outgoing, but they were both similar in mind. Although Gozaburo had originally only wanted to adopt Seto for his genius, he had taken more of a shine to the boy as of late as he started to exhibit talents and smarts comparable to Seto’s at the same age.
“I need a change in scenery. Is your homework finished?”
“Sure is. It was easy.” Seto smiled at that. He knew his brother’s teachers were giving Mokuba more advanced work than his peers and was pleased that the boy found the assignments effortless enough to not even notice. He wouldn’t be surprised if Mokuba could skip a grade, but he wanted his brother to keep his childhood. Being groomed as Gozaburo’s successor had robbed Seto of his.
“Good. Don’t forget to call Yuki.”
“Ack! Thanks for reminding me!” Mokuba ran off towards his room, stopping long enough to wave to his brother. “You’ll be back for dinner?”
“No, but before bed.”
“Okay!”
Seto thought about ways to continue to challenge Mokuba, games and home projects the child could do to exercise his maturing intellect, while driving to the Kame Sake Ryotei. He had not made any formal plans to go to the ryotei, but Yugi’s request kept repeating itself to him all through his after-school work.
Then there was the dance.
He could imagine the petite male performing it in a proper kimono instead of the school uniform. The long sleeves would flow about him like longing extensions of his spirit.
But he wasn’t sure if Yugi was even allowed to take on customers in the same manner as the Geisha.
The girl who greeted him at the entrance was a different Geisha from his first visit. Pulling on his limited knowledge about the profession, he was certain the girl was a Maiko, a Geisha-in-training. Her makeup was much thicker than the more mature women of the profession. And for her to be greeting guests on her own, she had to be the proprietor’s daughter. “Welcome back to our humble establishment, Kaiba-sama,” she said in a cheerful voice. “I am Yomena.”
“Is Yugi available?” he asked as he walked inside.
“He’s on-shift for another twenty minutes, Kaiba-sama.” Her eyes, which he noted were the same shade of violet as Yugi’s, were mildly confused. “Would you like the room your father normally uses? And do you have a preference amongst the Geisha?”
“The room’s fine. And just tell Yugi I’m here, I don’t need anyone else.” The look in her eyes touched on concern.
“Yugi is not a trained Geisha, Kaiba-sama. He isn’t obligated to work pass his normal hours.”
“He’ll see me.” Yomena looked like she would have liked to have chewed on her lip in that instant.
“... As you wish, Kaiba-sama.” She bowed and showed him to his room.
The Kaiba heir placed his jacket on the cushion to his left and waited patiently. The hum of music and other noises were muted by the insulated walls. The sounds washed over him in a heavy wave when the door slid open and was gone as quick as a sneeze when it was shut again. Yugi was wearing red and gold today, his obi a contrasting green. The smaller teen served him sake like the first time. Seto’s eyes caught the tantalizing flash of his thin wrist as Yugi poured the drink. His gaze traveled up to follow the curve of the boy’s swan neck, settling on the bare nape.
“I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.” Yugi tilted the saucer to Seto’s lips, giving him much more personal service than he had when Gozaburo was there.
“I wasn’t planning to.”
“Yet here you are.”
Seto moved his eyes to the koto he originally noticed in the corner of the room. “Play for me. Show me your skill.” Yugi set down the saucer and smoothly stood.
“Yes.”
Yomena made her way to the office where she knew the Okaasan, the Mother or proprietor, to be. In this case, the Mother really was her mother. “Okaasan, may I speak with you?” The retired Geisha looked up from the financial files she was reviewing and beckoned her child inside.
“What is it, Miho?” Only alone did Muto-san use her child’s birth name.
“I’m worried about brother.” Miho wrung her dainty hands together. She always felt worried about Yugi. It seemed to her that people were constantly seeking to take advantage of his kind nature. The woman smiled.
“Yugi is capable of serving the patrons just fine. I’ve taught him well.”
“I know, but he takes so few customers alone.” Her mother blinked.
“Alone? Which customer?”
“The younger Kaiba came by himself today and requested only Yugi.”
“I see.” She seemed to relax a little. “I recall Yugi saying they are classmates.”
“Oh! Then it’s a social visit!” Miho smiled and relaxed as well. The brunet had been rude, but Yugi would have told their mother if he thought the other teen was bad news. “That’s nice, brother rarely has friends over. Usually it’s just that Otogi guy.”
“As I said, don’t worry about him, he can take care of himself. Back to work now.”
“Yes, Okaasan.”
Yomena detoured her way back to her post to pass by Yugi and Seto. She felt further relief when all she heard was the koto and Yugi’s voice. She knew Yugi to be an excellent player. So far, it looked like the brunet was only there to see her brother perform. She returned to her duty with a lighter step.
Pachelbel’s ‘Canon’ on the koto was beautiful, even more so when Yugi raised his voice to sing in harmony with the instrument. Seto felt a strange sort of peace settle over him like a blanket fresh from the dryer. The sake tasted sweeter and all other sounds faded from his ears. Never had he ever had such an experience outside of his intense concentration on a new invention.
It made him curious.
What was this strange emotion? Why was he having it?
Purple eyes met blue. What should have been a momentary glance became locked gazes.
Breath froze. Yugi’s fingers missed the strings and their room became silent, like the woods when encased in snow.
Seto broke their eye contact and stood. This was something he had to think about. He picked up his coat and began to leave.
“Ah, Kaiba-dono!” Seto paused, but then he slid the door open. The din of the outside world shattered the fragility of their personal bubble. The brunet stepped out and closed the door behind him with a resounding clack. “Did I... do something wrong?”
Seto stalked passed Yomena, ignoring her question on whether Yugi had performed to his expectations, and left the ryotei. He simply sat in his car for several minutes thereafter. The quiet of his soundproof vehicle wasn’t as comfortable as the hush that had encompassed him inside the room on the second floor of the building. He sighed and leaned back in his seat to stare at the ceiling, as if staring at the underside of the car roof would somehow produce answers his brain couldn’t.
“What are you doing to me, Muto?”
~*~
AFTER NOTES: The best way to tell the difference between a true Geisha and a prostitute dressed as one is to look at the obi. Geisha’s will have theirs tied in the back and in such a way that a second person would have had to do it (as Geisha must have attendants just to dress), but prostitutes will have theirs set in the front with simple bows so they can strip easily and often.
CHILDISH FANTASY
I want to make your cold lips smile
Put laughter in your voice just for a while
The world isn’t so gray
With a chance it will mend
I’m sure you will someday
Fall in love again
There’s a special smile on my face
Just for you to see
I want to drown in your embrace
Childish Fantasy
I want to warm your intense eyes
Just for me to see
I want to see love without disguise
Childish Fantasy
Author: Kleptomaniac Can Opener
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Seto x Yugi
Disclaimer: Kazuki Takahashi owns Yugi-Oh, not me. How disappointing is that? XD
Summary: He was like a precious doll on a pedestal that he had dared to touch.
NOTES: Obi is the fancy belt that holds the kimono together. Normally tied in a bow, it can be also be done in a variety of complicated and artful designs. Obi usually contrast the color of the kimono to make both stand out.
~*~Season 1: Lesson 2~*~
ADDICTION
My voice is gone
My brain has stopped
You make my heart tremble
You steal my breath
I burn inside
I can’t get enough of you
I can’t stay away
I need more everyday
I think I’m addicted
Your love is just like a drug
~*~
“I thought you were off today, big brother. Where are you going?” Mokuba was Seto’s younger brother by four years. Their appearances were only identical in the eyes, since Mokuba took after their father and Seto their mother, and even their attitudes were polar opposites with the younger being more positive and outgoing, but they were both similar in mind. Although Gozaburo had originally only wanted to adopt Seto for his genius, he had taken more of a shine to the boy as of late as he started to exhibit talents and smarts comparable to Seto’s at the same age.
“I need a change in scenery. Is your homework finished?”
“Sure is. It was easy.” Seto smiled at that. He knew his brother’s teachers were giving Mokuba more advanced work than his peers and was pleased that the boy found the assignments effortless enough to not even notice. He wouldn’t be surprised if Mokuba could skip a grade, but he wanted his brother to keep his childhood. Being groomed as Gozaburo’s successor had robbed Seto of his.
“Good. Don’t forget to call Yuki.”
“Ack! Thanks for reminding me!” Mokuba ran off towards his room, stopping long enough to wave to his brother. “You’ll be back for dinner?”
“No, but before bed.”
“Okay!”
Seto thought about ways to continue to challenge Mokuba, games and home projects the child could do to exercise his maturing intellect, while driving to the Kame Sake Ryotei. He had not made any formal plans to go to the ryotei, but Yugi’s request kept repeating itself to him all through his after-school work.
Then there was the dance.
He could imagine the petite male performing it in a proper kimono instead of the school uniform. The long sleeves would flow about him like longing extensions of his spirit.
But he wasn’t sure if Yugi was even allowed to take on customers in the same manner as the Geisha.
The girl who greeted him at the entrance was a different Geisha from his first visit. Pulling on his limited knowledge about the profession, he was certain the girl was a Maiko, a Geisha-in-training. Her makeup was much thicker than the more mature women of the profession. And for her to be greeting guests on her own, she had to be the proprietor’s daughter. “Welcome back to our humble establishment, Kaiba-sama,” she said in a cheerful voice. “I am Yomena.”
“Is Yugi available?” he asked as he walked inside.
“He’s on-shift for another twenty minutes, Kaiba-sama.” Her eyes, which he noted were the same shade of violet as Yugi’s, were mildly confused. “Would you like the room your father normally uses? And do you have a preference amongst the Geisha?”
“The room’s fine. And just tell Yugi I’m here, I don’t need anyone else.” The look in her eyes touched on concern.
“Yugi is not a trained Geisha, Kaiba-sama. He isn’t obligated to work pass his normal hours.”
“He’ll see me.” Yomena looked like she would have liked to have chewed on her lip in that instant.
“... As you wish, Kaiba-sama.” She bowed and showed him to his room.
The Kaiba heir placed his jacket on the cushion to his left and waited patiently. The hum of music and other noises were muted by the insulated walls. The sounds washed over him in a heavy wave when the door slid open and was gone as quick as a sneeze when it was shut again. Yugi was wearing red and gold today, his obi a contrasting green. The smaller teen served him sake like the first time. Seto’s eyes caught the tantalizing flash of his thin wrist as Yugi poured the drink. His gaze traveled up to follow the curve of the boy’s swan neck, settling on the bare nape.
“I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.” Yugi tilted the saucer to Seto’s lips, giving him much more personal service than he had when Gozaburo was there.
“I wasn’t planning to.”
“Yet here you are.”
Seto moved his eyes to the koto he originally noticed in the corner of the room. “Play for me. Show me your skill.” Yugi set down the saucer and smoothly stood.
“Yes.”
Yomena made her way to the office where she knew the Okaasan, the Mother or proprietor, to be. In this case, the Mother really was her mother. “Okaasan, may I speak with you?” The retired Geisha looked up from the financial files she was reviewing and beckoned her child inside.
“What is it, Miho?” Only alone did Muto-san use her child’s birth name.
“I’m worried about brother.” Miho wrung her dainty hands together. She always felt worried about Yugi. It seemed to her that people were constantly seeking to take advantage of his kind nature. The woman smiled.
“Yugi is capable of serving the patrons just fine. I’ve taught him well.”
“I know, but he takes so few customers alone.” Her mother blinked.
“Alone? Which customer?”
“The younger Kaiba came by himself today and requested only Yugi.”
“I see.” She seemed to relax a little. “I recall Yugi saying they are classmates.”
“Oh! Then it’s a social visit!” Miho smiled and relaxed as well. The brunet had been rude, but Yugi would have told their mother if he thought the other teen was bad news. “That’s nice, brother rarely has friends over. Usually it’s just that Otogi guy.”
“As I said, don’t worry about him, he can take care of himself. Back to work now.”
“Yes, Okaasan.”
Yomena detoured her way back to her post to pass by Yugi and Seto. She felt further relief when all she heard was the koto and Yugi’s voice. She knew Yugi to be an excellent player. So far, it looked like the brunet was only there to see her brother perform. She returned to her duty with a lighter step.
Pachelbel’s ‘Canon’ on the koto was beautiful, even more so when Yugi raised his voice to sing in harmony with the instrument. Seto felt a strange sort of peace settle over him like a blanket fresh from the dryer. The sake tasted sweeter and all other sounds faded from his ears. Never had he ever had such an experience outside of his intense concentration on a new invention.
It made him curious.
What was this strange emotion? Why was he having it?
Purple eyes met blue. What should have been a momentary glance became locked gazes.
Breath froze. Yugi’s fingers missed the strings and their room became silent, like the woods when encased in snow.
Seto broke their eye contact and stood. This was something he had to think about. He picked up his coat and began to leave.
“Ah, Kaiba-dono!” Seto paused, but then he slid the door open. The din of the outside world shattered the fragility of their personal bubble. The brunet stepped out and closed the door behind him with a resounding clack. “Did I... do something wrong?”
Seto stalked passed Yomena, ignoring her question on whether Yugi had performed to his expectations, and left the ryotei. He simply sat in his car for several minutes thereafter. The quiet of his soundproof vehicle wasn’t as comfortable as the hush that had encompassed him inside the room on the second floor of the building. He sighed and leaned back in his seat to stare at the ceiling, as if staring at the underside of the car roof would somehow produce answers his brain couldn’t.
“What are you doing to me, Muto?”
~*~
AFTER NOTES: The best way to tell the difference between a true Geisha and a prostitute dressed as one is to look at the obi. Geisha’s will have theirs tied in the back and in such a way that a second person would have had to do it (as Geisha must have attendants just to dress), but prostitutes will have theirs set in the front with simple bows so they can strip easily and often.
CHILDISH FANTASY
I want to make your cold lips smile
Put laughter in your voice just for a while
The world isn’t so gray
With a chance it will mend
I’m sure you will someday
Fall in love again
There’s a special smile on my face
Just for you to see
I want to drown in your embrace
Childish Fantasy
I want to warm your intense eyes
Just for me to see
I want to see love without disguise
Childish Fantasy