Artists Of The Floating World
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
9
Views:
3,232
Reviews:
27
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
a sad happiness
Wicabeth- I love Yugi and Ryou as geishas, too!
dragonlady222- thankies for checking it out at ff.net, too. I plan on updating both places at the same time so they're even, except all the lemons are gonna be here, so aff.net's gonna have the completed version of the story. ^.^
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A partial moon hung pale against the dark, starless sky. A gentle night breeze rustled through the garden, carrying the scent of whispering cherry blossoms to the high towers of the emperor’s castle.
Yugi stared at the moon, sighing wistfully. He closed his eyes as the cherry scented breeze washed over him, ruffling his tri-colored hair and the layers of his soft, sheer sleeping robes.
The past three days flew by as if in a dream. Yami did not waste any time in claiming Yugi as his own. The morning after the maiko’s mizuage, the crown prince was up and gone, making arrangements. Okaasan had been overly delighted and even more pleased than Yugi, because one of her geisha had the emperor-to-be for a danna. That very afternoon, palace servants and guards had arrived to escort Yugi to his new home in the palace. The party tonight had just been a formality where Yami publicly placed his claim on Yugi.
Yugi’s heart and head were still spinning. This was what he had always wanted, what he had dreamed of, ever since he first met the prince. This should have been another night of happiness- he was Yami’s. He was grateful- it was either be a geisha, go into a whorehouse, or starve on the streets. So he had stuck to the geisha life, and now here he was, the must successful geisha in Edo. His geisha career was an early success, and he had his heart’s desire. He had a good career and his dream came true. How many people, geisha or not, were ever that lucky? Other geisha were jealous- many currently refused to speak to him and Ryou.
Yugi was happy and thankful to the kamis to have his prince. It was more than he had ever hoped for, but he never dreamed it would turn out like this. He belonged to Yami, and that made him feel joy. As an emperor, Yami would hardly have any free time. The country and the court demanded much of their ruler’s time. Yami had many commitments, duties, and obligations to fulfill. He would barely have time for his empress, to whom he also had marital duties, and that meant even less time for Yugi.
He would be lucky if he saw the prince more than once a year. His bed, and his heart, would be cold and lonely. He thought just being near the prince, belonging to him, and memories of their first night together would be enough to sustain him, but the little geisha was wrong. Having known Yami’s touch and his strong, fiery soul Yugi didn’t think he could survive without it.
The little geisha blinked back tears as he leaned against the carved banister of the balcony. He would give up all his riches, his status, and his success if it meant he and Yami could be together in reality as well as in name. He sighed wistfully; the two lovers would only see each other in their dreams.
It was the best reality could offer. Yugi knew he was lucky to even have this. Many other geisha had to give up their loves, their dreams. Yugi came as close as he could to his. Good fortune had blessed him.
His dreams did not come exactly true. Whose dreams ever happened as they imagined them, though? Yugi was happy and grateful for what he got. He was Yami’s, even if he would hardly ever see his love. Yugi would do whatever he could for his prince. He would always be there for Yami, would always support him, and always wait for him.
Momentarily, the geisha wondered if it would have been better if Yami had never claimed him, didn’t love him. Yugi could have let his heart die and forget the prince. Maybe it would have been easier to live a life of resignation and regrets than to be constantly teased with his heart’s one desire. In name, Yugi belonged to Yami. Yami was his danna, but he would rarely see him. It was as if the kami dangled Yami just beyond his fingertips, teasing and taunting him. Fate turned his love into a cruel joke against him.
Yugi shook his head fiercely. No! He knew he could never forget Yami. His love for the prince would burn true for all of eternity. Even if he ran away to a far away land and never say Yami again, even in death, Yugi would still love him. Yami was engraved in Yugi’s heart; every beat was for him. Fate was not cruel; it was kind to Yugi. He came closer than many geisha to his dreams. He determined to grasp what happiness he could.
The breeze picked up and Yugi shivered, huddling into his light yellow and green robes. He had changed out of his heavy, uncomfortable kimono a few hours ago, beautiful, tinkling hairpins and makeup removed and his sking scrubbed clean by his maids. The geisha, that lovely blossom, was gone, leaving only Yugi, freshly scrubbed and in his sleeping robes. The first layer of the robes was off-white and see-through, then came a gauzy yellow robe and on top of that was a nearly opaque robe of spring green.
“It’s a beautiful night. The moon’s so pretty.”
Tbc….
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Haha! Evil cliffy time! Would you like to know who said that? (and I bet it’s not who you think it is.) Well, you’ll just have to wait to next update to find out. I would like it if you reviewed, though. Reviews make the plot bunny very happy, and a happy plot bunny is a productive bunny, and a busy bunny means more writing, which leads to more updates. So make the bunny happy, and the bunny will make you happy in return.
dragonlady222- thankies for checking it out at ff.net, too. I plan on updating both places at the same time so they're even, except all the lemons are gonna be here, so aff.net's gonna have the completed version of the story. ^.^
&&&&&&&&&&&&
A partial moon hung pale against the dark, starless sky. A gentle night breeze rustled through the garden, carrying the scent of whispering cherry blossoms to the high towers of the emperor’s castle.
Yugi stared at the moon, sighing wistfully. He closed his eyes as the cherry scented breeze washed over him, ruffling his tri-colored hair and the layers of his soft, sheer sleeping robes.
The past three days flew by as if in a dream. Yami did not waste any time in claiming Yugi as his own. The morning after the maiko’s mizuage, the crown prince was up and gone, making arrangements. Okaasan had been overly delighted and even more pleased than Yugi, because one of her geisha had the emperor-to-be for a danna. That very afternoon, palace servants and guards had arrived to escort Yugi to his new home in the palace. The party tonight had just been a formality where Yami publicly placed his claim on Yugi.
Yugi’s heart and head were still spinning. This was what he had always wanted, what he had dreamed of, ever since he first met the prince. This should have been another night of happiness- he was Yami’s. He was grateful- it was either be a geisha, go into a whorehouse, or starve on the streets. So he had stuck to the geisha life, and now here he was, the must successful geisha in Edo. His geisha career was an early success, and he had his heart’s desire. He had a good career and his dream came true. How many people, geisha or not, were ever that lucky? Other geisha were jealous- many currently refused to speak to him and Ryou.
Yugi was happy and thankful to the kamis to have his prince. It was more than he had ever hoped for, but he never dreamed it would turn out like this. He belonged to Yami, and that made him feel joy. As an emperor, Yami would hardly have any free time. The country and the court demanded much of their ruler’s time. Yami had many commitments, duties, and obligations to fulfill. He would barely have time for his empress, to whom he also had marital duties, and that meant even less time for Yugi.
He would be lucky if he saw the prince more than once a year. His bed, and his heart, would be cold and lonely. He thought just being near the prince, belonging to him, and memories of their first night together would be enough to sustain him, but the little geisha was wrong. Having known Yami’s touch and his strong, fiery soul Yugi didn’t think he could survive without it.
The little geisha blinked back tears as he leaned against the carved banister of the balcony. He would give up all his riches, his status, and his success if it meant he and Yami could be together in reality as well as in name. He sighed wistfully; the two lovers would only see each other in their dreams.
It was the best reality could offer. Yugi knew he was lucky to even have this. Many other geisha had to give up their loves, their dreams. Yugi came as close as he could to his. Good fortune had blessed him.
His dreams did not come exactly true. Whose dreams ever happened as they imagined them, though? Yugi was happy and grateful for what he got. He was Yami’s, even if he would hardly ever see his love. Yugi would do whatever he could for his prince. He would always be there for Yami, would always support him, and always wait for him.
Momentarily, the geisha wondered if it would have been better if Yami had never claimed him, didn’t love him. Yugi could have let his heart die and forget the prince. Maybe it would have been easier to live a life of resignation and regrets than to be constantly teased with his heart’s one desire. In name, Yugi belonged to Yami. Yami was his danna, but he would rarely see him. It was as if the kami dangled Yami just beyond his fingertips, teasing and taunting him. Fate turned his love into a cruel joke against him.
Yugi shook his head fiercely. No! He knew he could never forget Yami. His love for the prince would burn true for all of eternity. Even if he ran away to a far away land and never say Yami again, even in death, Yugi would still love him. Yami was engraved in Yugi’s heart; every beat was for him. Fate was not cruel; it was kind to Yugi. He came closer than many geisha to his dreams. He determined to grasp what happiness he could.
The breeze picked up and Yugi shivered, huddling into his light yellow and green robes. He had changed out of his heavy, uncomfortable kimono a few hours ago, beautiful, tinkling hairpins and makeup removed and his sking scrubbed clean by his maids. The geisha, that lovely blossom, was gone, leaving only Yugi, freshly scrubbed and in his sleeping robes. The first layer of the robes was off-white and see-through, then came a gauzy yellow robe and on top of that was a nearly opaque robe of spring green.
“It’s a beautiful night. The moon’s so pretty.”
Tbc….
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Haha! Evil cliffy time! Would you like to know who said that? (and I bet it’s not who you think it is.) Well, you’ll just have to wait to next update to find out. I would like it if you reviewed, though. Reviews make the plot bunny very happy, and a happy plot bunny is a productive bunny, and a busy bunny means more writing, which leads to more updates. So make the bunny happy, and the bunny will make you happy in return.