A/N: This is a very short chapter, and if you didn’t guess, the whole story will be in flashback. Review, and when you do, tell me which twin you think is one of the main characters from the first chapter.

“These two. They are pretty. I will take them.” Miliyaia looked up, frightened. The person who spoke was an older woman who might have been pretty once, but definetely wasn’t anymore. Hard grey eyes glared at him appraisingly from under a curtain of greying black hair that was done up in a ridiculously complex style.

She was pointing at him and his identical twin brother, Muriyono, to whom he was clinging tightly. “They will make fine Geisha.” She handed the man some money.

He bent down to look at the tiny ten-year-old twins. They may have been ten, but they looked more like five. They had identical brilliant green eyes, and identical braids of long, jet black hair falling down their backs. They also had identical thin, well-formed features, and identical slim, beautiful bodies. Even though they were barely on the brink of manhood, they already had a soft, feminine beauty that was obviously going to stay with them as they became adults. “You are going with this lovely woman, my beautiful little ones.”

Muriyono, the older twin by about twelve seconds, nodded fearfully. “Come.” The woman said imperiously, rending the brothers apart and grabbing their hands. She dragged them along behind her, shoving them into a rickshaw which set off immediately after she climbed in herself.

Miliyaia started to cry softly. The woman, who had sat between the twins, separating them, swatted him across the back of the head. “Stop your blubbering. What is your name, boy?” The younger twin cried harder at being struck, and didn’t answer. “Answer me!” The woman yelled, hitting him again.

“Stop it!” Muriyono screamed, his protective instict overriding his fear. “Leave him alone! His name is Miliyaia, and mine is Muriyono! He’s alone and he’s scared, do not hurt him!”

“Out of line!” The woman snapped. “From now on, you address me as mother. You will not raise your voice at me. You will speak to me with respect. You will do everything I say. The Geisha in my house is called Iyushi. She will be your teacher. Treat her as you would treat me. You will learn to be Geisha.”