I couldn't help but smirk, leaning into her hand that had rested so gently on my cheek. "I want nothing but Death."
She raised a brow, a somewhat playful smile gracing her pale lips, "Not even the thought of reincarnation overrides your want of dea...
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tw: a glimpse of disturbing things that mostly happen in a brothel
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All throughout my years working for Father, since my first performance, I had learned to be angry at myself for my naivety. After that realization, I was, by no means, stupid if I were to live in a successful brothel once I knew the way it worked. I hadn't become the best. I will become the best. I did what I had to do if I wanted to be the best.
I was placed under one of Father's prized daughters, and one of his best-selling oirans. She easily ignored me when I was merely cleaning away the brothel but ever since I shined on that stage, that's when she showed her jealousy of me, afraid I would take away the only thing good about her—it was hilarious. Like Father, she had a foul and uncouth mouth when she was around the other geishas, especially me, although she barely had any reason to use that mouth on me. I have only witnessed it on the other girls, but never on me. When she knew that Father was paying attention to me— a young, flourishing girl worthy of making his brothel shine— that was when she feared me.
A small, innocent, but a girl full of potential, with a well-developed body for her age, despite how little she ate and little to drink.
I exceeded my tasks in assisting her to be the best oiran. I gave her meals on time, all carried in my hands. I help her wear her heavy kimono and did her makeup on her parade to our richest customer. I kept her room clean, arranged, and prepared for her and her client. I did everything that would make her shine and also capture Father's attention to me.
Father would find the time to monitor me. I could tell he was very proud of me. I knew it was near time that he would actually make me a part of the brothel.
On a weary and cold night, Father had scheduled a special performance that had the oiran I served as the main attraction of the show, with a couple of girls, including me, as the mere background performers.
But wasn't she the main attraction of the spectacle or was I?
Everyone's eyes were on me, greedily drinking up the sight of my presence ever since I played the shamisen. They hadn't spared the oiran a glance.
I gave them a soft smile that made the crowd wild.
After the performance, the oiran abruptly turned to her room, not bringing a single client as she was never given one, tears falling down her face because of her incompetence.
I had the clients she wanted, even the richest ones, and I wasn't even in a proper position to actually serve them.
Father quickly raised my position as a proper courtesan to an oiran with a few words.
Me? From a mere handmaiden to an oiran less than a day?
With my happiness going away as quickly as it came, the man threw me into one of the expensive room with one of the richest men who payed or my services.
My confident composure broke down as dread pooled into my stomach when the pot-bellied man darted his hungry eyes all over my body and licked his stubby lips. His hands itching to grab my body and ravish me alive.
That was when I knew I was in no position to move and I let him have his way with me. I screamed to myself and shed tears for the first time. All for being the best.
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jujutsu strolls!
yamazaki shuji's strongheaded personality comes from his mother hence the onslaught of curses and mood swings while shuji's looks comes from his father. he looks so much like his father, they might as well be considered as twins >:D
