A/N: This comes from watching Memoirs of a Geisha too many times. I’ve never read the book, but I saw the movie and said ‘Why aren’t there male Geisha?’ voila, this was born. My Japanese culture is probably very, very wrong, as is my spelling of the few words I do know, and I am not entirely sure how Japanese my names sound, so please correct me where necessary. I think this is before Memoirs of a Geisha took place, because Ajitsa is like a Samuri-ish type thing. He can use a sword, anyways. I think Hatimisu is to. Ugh, their names sound so goddamn girly! Oh, and a danna, I do believe, is the person the Geisha lives with and stuff, like their master. Please review!

Kimono Boy

Prologe

“Ajitsa!” Hatimisu threw his arms around his longtime friend.

“Hatimisu!” Ajitsa laughed, hugging him back. “It has been so long since I have seen you, old friend. Come in, please.”

Soon they sat together in a visiting room of the large house, sipping tea. “How have you been doing?” Hatimisu, the younger of the two, asked. He had warm brown eyes, and black hair that was just long enough to pull into a small ponytail. He was fairly handsome, with soft, yet defined features and the body of a warrior.

“Excellently, I’m happy to say. You? How is your prostitue friend?” Ajitsa replied. He was the older, but not by much. He was also handsome, but not as kind looking. His features were harsh, and his grey eyes were cold and hard. His jet black hair was longer, falling to his mid-back and pulled into a low ponytail. His long bangs fell in his face somewhat messily, and his body was also that of a warrior.

“Talika? Yes, he is fine. And I don’t care what anyone says about him, we are in love.” Hatimisu said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Ajitsa laughed. “Oh, Misu. I know about love better than most, you know this. The love I have for my own Kitsi is often considered inappropriate, but he is Geisha, and Talika is nothing but a common street whore. And you wonder why others frown upon you for keeping him!”

“So you and Kitsi… are still…”

“Of course. Where is he anyways? Kitsi! Kitsi!”

“Yes, Ajitsa-san?” A slim, graceful Geisha glided into the room. He was tiny, but his platform sandals helped to make up for his height. His waist length ebony hair was kept down, but brushed until it shone. His feature were delicate and beautiful, looking nearly ethreal with his Geisha makeup. He was clothed in a lovely sky blue silk kimono, embroidered with a silver dragon that wrapped around the entire outfit. His body and face were so soft and effeminate that he could almost be mistaken for a woman from a distance. Green eyes that shimmered with life gazed lovingly at Ajitsa as he bowed.

“No no, love. We need not be so formal. It’s only Misu, he can see us as we are.” The warrior held his arms out to Kitsi. The Geisha instantly dropped all of his grace and training, jumping out of his platforms and running to his danna like a child who had just been offered candy.

They embraced each other happily, Kitsi showering Ajitsa’s face with kisses. Both laughing hard, the warrior finally managed to get the Geisha off of him, his face covered in the red cosmetic Kitsi used to dye his lips.

Cooing still, the Geisha wiped off the marks he had made. Hatimisu had to chuckle at the interactions between the two. Most nobility would have a heart attack just to hear of this display of caring, but he didn’t mind in the slightest. How could he, when he himself had fallen in love with a prostitute?

The two had been through so much together, they could hardly be torn apart. After the things that had happened to Kitsi, most would wonder how Ajitsa could still be attracted to him. It was because he loved him. Because he had saved him. More than once.

Hatimisu could hardly help but wonder what the Geisha would look like without the makeup, without the body-diguising clothes, the way only Ajitsa could see him. He knew his friend loved Kitsi more than life itself. He doted him with fancy kimonos, and while Geisha were taught to sleep with their necks on pedestals, to keep their hair perfect, Kitsi was allowed to sleep with his danna in a normal bed. Ajitsa even brushed and braided his hair for him every morning, and helped to dress him as well.

Kitsi was not a normal Geisha. In fact, he never had been. He had a difficult time conforming with normality. But to see him dance…

It was to know what he had seen, what he had heard, what he had felt. What that beautiful body, that beautiful face, had known.

Ajitsa stroked his Geisha’s face gently. “Would you do the pleasure of dancing for us, Kitsi?”

Nodding, the Geisha got to his feet.

And began to dance.

A/N: I think that was not so great, but whatever. Please review and tell me what you thought.