The Geisha Prince
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,463
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Season 1: Prologue
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.
NOTE: Ryotei are traditional luxurious restaurants. Many only accept new customers via referral and feature entertainment by Geisha. Ryotei are typically a place where high-level business or political meetings can take place discreetly.
Tabi are those white split-toed socks.
~*~Season 1: Prologue~*~
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
~*~
“Ah, Kaiba-sama.” The woman was beautiful and graceful. Her long black hair was up in a complicated style with sophisticated hair-combs and hairpins, white make-up covered her smooth skin in a flawless mask, the pale color made the rich purple of her elaborate kimono all the more glamorous. “It’s so good to have you back with us.” Gozaburo Kaiba smirked rather than smiled to her, the man could never pull off a true smile.
“My usual room, and I have a guest.”
This was Seto’s first time to the Kame Sake Ryotei. It was also the only ryotei he had ever heard of that specialized in alcohol, and it was rumored to sport more kinds of drinks than most bars.
The legal drinking age was twenty; however, the law was only enforced if the underage drinker was making a particular nuisance of himself. No one looked twice at the sharp-eyed teenager following the business tycoon to one of the private rooms on the second floor.
The ryotei was old, built back in the 1870’s. It had gone through many renovations, but had always stayed in the hands of the same family, the Muto. Originally, it was an okiya, a Geisha house. But after the Second World War the business could no longer be sustained. The ravages of the conflict had declined the demand for Geisha for many years. In order to survive, but without forcing her women into less savory jobs, the proprietor converted her dear okiya into an osakeya, a sake house.
The Geisha became the servers and the entertainment, using their skills in talk and dance to make their business unique to other sake houses. Soon they saw prosperous times again as businessmen and officials came to conduct business and to relax inside of their walls. In time, the osakeya was converted into the ryotei it was now.
Seto made himself comfortable on one of the plush, legless chairs that was placed at the polished table. His step-father sat across from him. They were alone for only a moment before the paper door slid aside to admit a small figure holding a tray with two saucers and a sake bottle. Seto’s eyes opened a little wider in surprise.
Many of the Geisha traditions and rules from the okiya days were kept over the years (even the regular girls employed had to take basic lessons), and others became more lax or faded away, but it stayed matriarchal. Men married into the Muto line and took their name. Daughters were taught the way of Geisha (though they didn’t necessarily become Geisha) and sons were taught to protect the working women or pursued other careers. But time had its ways, and this became one of the traditions whose boundaries grew lenient.
Sometimes the sons learned the Geisha traditions too.
Seto could have mistaken the person for a young girl if not for the hint of an Adam’s apple on the slim throat. The boy was dressed in a blue and black kimono, but it was not as complicated as that of the Geisha and he lacked the proper make-up. His colorful hair, which was black at the roots but bled to crimson at the tips, was only tied in a high ponytail like a Samurai with his golden bangs allowed to hang free in their natural spikes. He watched the boy, as graceful as any of the females, walked over to them in his white tabi and served their sake. The pale flesh of his wrist flashed at them from beneath the long sleeve. It was then that Seto received another surprise.
“Midori-dono will be along shortly.” The boy wasn’t a boy, not with the low husk in his voice. He had to have been at least Seto’s age, fifteen or sixteen years old. He then presented each of them with menus and bowed his head. “I will be your server today, Kaiba-sama. I am Yugi.”
~*~
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
~*~
For the full versions and downloads for the opening and ending themes, follow the link!
http://utensil-drawer.livejournal.com/43942.html#cutid2
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.
NOTE: Ryotei are traditional luxurious restaurants. Many only accept new customers via referral and feature entertainment by Geisha. Ryotei are typically a place where high-level business or political meetings can take place discreetly.
Tabi are those white split-toed socks.
~*~Season 1: Prologue~*~
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
~*~
“Ah, Kaiba-sama.” The woman was beautiful and graceful. Her long black hair was up in a complicated style with sophisticated hair-combs and hairpins, white make-up covered her smooth skin in a flawless mask, the pale color made the rich purple of her elaborate kimono all the more glamorous. “It’s so good to have you back with us.” Gozaburo Kaiba smirked rather than smiled to her, the man could never pull off a true smile.
“My usual room, and I have a guest.”
This was Seto’s first time to the Kame Sake Ryotei. It was also the only ryotei he had ever heard of that specialized in alcohol, and it was rumored to sport more kinds of drinks than most bars.
The legal drinking age was twenty; however, the law was only enforced if the underage drinker was making a particular nuisance of himself. No one looked twice at the sharp-eyed teenager following the business tycoon to one of the private rooms on the second floor.
The ryotei was old, built back in the 1870’s. It had gone through many renovations, but had always stayed in the hands of the same family, the Muto. Originally, it was an okiya, a Geisha house. But after the Second World War the business could no longer be sustained. The ravages of the conflict had declined the demand for Geisha for many years. In order to survive, but without forcing her women into less savory jobs, the proprietor converted her dear okiya into an osakeya, a sake house.
The Geisha became the servers and the entertainment, using their skills in talk and dance to make their business unique to other sake houses. Soon they saw prosperous times again as businessmen and officials came to conduct business and to relax inside of their walls. In time, the osakeya was converted into the ryotei it was now.
Seto made himself comfortable on one of the plush, legless chairs that was placed at the polished table. His step-father sat across from him. They were alone for only a moment before the paper door slid aside to admit a small figure holding a tray with two saucers and a sake bottle. Seto’s eyes opened a little wider in surprise.
Many of the Geisha traditions and rules from the okiya days were kept over the years (even the regular girls employed had to take basic lessons), and others became more lax or faded away, but it stayed matriarchal. Men married into the Muto line and took their name. Daughters were taught the way of Geisha (though they didn’t necessarily become Geisha) and sons were taught to protect the working women or pursued other careers. But time had its ways, and this became one of the traditions whose boundaries grew lenient.
Sometimes the sons learned the Geisha traditions too.
Seto could have mistaken the person for a young girl if not for the hint of an Adam’s apple on the slim throat. The boy was dressed in a blue and black kimono, but it was not as complicated as that of the Geisha and he lacked the proper make-up. His colorful hair, which was black at the roots but bled to crimson at the tips, was only tied in a high ponytail like a Samurai with his golden bangs allowed to hang free in their natural spikes. He watched the boy, as graceful as any of the females, walked over to them in his white tabi and served their sake. The pale flesh of his wrist flashed at them from beneath the long sleeve. It was then that Seto received another surprise.
“Midori-dono will be along shortly.” The boy wasn’t a boy, not with the low husk in his voice. He had to have been at least Seto’s age, fifteen or sixteen years old. He then presented each of them with menus and bowed his head. “I will be your server today, Kaiba-sama. I am Yugi.”
~*~
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
~*~
For the full versions and downloads for the opening and ending themes, follow the link!
http://utensil-drawer.livejournal.com/43942.html#cutid2