Her Red butterfly and her Blue butterfly

9- Emiko

After The performance, Emiko went to her dressing room to prepare herself since she now knew that Michiko came. "Emiko, that was amazing! Of course, your dances are always amazing." Said one of her backup dancers as Emiko sighed. "Thank you, Ayumi." She said in a soft voice and smiled.

It surprised them that Emiko wasn't causing anymore rain. Yet, when they asked her why she wasn't sadden by the loss of her Friend anymore, she told them that she knows her friend is in a better place. They were in no place to judge, since her mental scars needed time to heal.

Emiko went over to the table where Michiko was but stopped. She needed to plan this carefully. Once she made sure her mask was on, she sat down In front of her.

"Hello, Miss~" Michiko looked up from her bowl and placed the chopsticks on the rest once she heard Emiko call out to her. She could tell Michiko was trying not to stare at her breasts. She wasn't uncomfortable though, did she like them?

She covered half of her face with a Royal blue fan with Soft blue petal prints as a small smile appeared on her face. "Tell me more about you, I'm quite Curious~" she told Michiko.

She snapped her fan closed as they began talking. Maybe Michiko would never find out, yes, maybe she could convince her that she was a different person and she would keep her secret forever. Michiko looked into her Blue eyes and gasped, hitting her knee on the table.

"Miss, are you ok?" She asked in a worried tone. "Yes, I'm just Captivated by your eyes. They are like stars." Emiko covered her face with her fan again as her lips twisted into a frown. She could tell that Michiko was lying, she knew about people and they're body language, but at least she was safe. She knew if she knew she would have said something else.

"Why, thank you~!" She added something she knew that was quite true. "I seem to find you very, very beautiful and I could not stand to see someone like you alone for a minute longer." She told her as Michiko's face blushed a little.

"O- oh, is that so?" Emiko nodded her head in a yes. They started up the conversation again. Michiko said something that broke Emiko into a sweat.

"It feels like we met before.. what's your name?" Emiko covered her face again as she was nervous. "My name?" She asked as Michiko nodded. She never gave herself another name so she could work in peace. She immediately created one to tell Michiko. "Well, I like to be called Emichō." She watched as Michiko's face fell. "Oh.."