Geisha boy

Show time prep

~ Hiiiiii there ~ , first of all, I'd like to say Happy Thanksgiving >w< , I decided that because I'm thankful for my readers and writers that's I post another chapter! Secondly, the picture above is of Mu's buyao ( aka hair pin) just to give you a visual ^^. But anywayyyysss , hope you enjoy! ~ 

Ancestors, please help me!

It's only been an hour and I now understand why no one wants to be an army geisha. Plus, half of these rules traditional geishas don't even have to do! There's way to many and some don't even make sense !!

As a geisha I must:

1. Always be respectful to higher ranks (basically everyone)

2. Never fall in love

3. Be ready to fight/defend if necessary

4. Train with the warriors

5. Eat after everyone else, for all meals might I add, AND clean-up afterwards

6. Be beautiful at all times and wear the required outfit for that day

7. Have some form of talent that satisfies the warriors entertainment needs

8. Keep a straight face to not distract the Warriors

9. Never speak unless permitted by a general or advisor

10. Bath once every evening after the Warriors

And so on.

Plus, I'm being followed around by a so-called " dragon " .... He's a pain in my ass !!

It's absolutely horrible and here I was thinking that a warrior would've been bad. Now ,however, I don't get a choice.

My families honor and pride vs. what seems to be the end of my life.

zài jiàn life ...

Tonight is the opening ceremonies. This is the night when all the different fractions of the army enjoys their last night of entertainment and fun before training begins. The tents are all glowing different colors because of the candle light from inside them. There's even rows and rows of candles that run along all the different paths to light the way. The moon is full and the stars were prominent. The crickets are chirping beautifully aside the currently stagnant pond against the shore. It's absolutely beautiful.

And here I am, I trapped inside of a crowded tent full of women!!

Girls are running in all directions, back and forth. It's making my head spin. Clothes are being thrown across the room, perfume is suffocating my lungs, and I'm being pushed by lunatics! I'm fighting my way through the sea of estrogen until I finally reach a vanity that was assigned for me to use to get ready.

If this is anything like war, I don't think I'll make it. I sigh in relief before glancing up at the mirror and huffing in disgust. " Let's just get this over with ", I mutter grabbing a paint brush looking tool that lays on the corner of my table. I try to remember what my mother used this brush for exactly. Unable to recall it, I decide to try dipping it in a small container full of a red liquid. However, before the brush can reach its destination my hand stops abruptly.

" Now what ?! " I shout down to the little pest that pops out of the sleeve of my robe.

" Don't you even think about it! You tryin' to do your own makeup would scare the soldiers more than the war."

I roll my eyes while trying to shove Mushu back into my sleeve, " just stay quiet! I got this".

" What you got, is problems. Now shut up and let me work my magic" he said overly confident while attempting to role up his non-existent sleeves, " you know I did your mothers wedding makeup ".

" Oh ya, that's reassuring ..." I snap back at him before he began ' working his magic' .

I close my eyes and let the dragon make my face even more feminine than before. When my eyes open again I almost choke on my own vomit. I have ruby red lips, a face as pale as snow, Which isn't really different, Black lining across my eye lids, and my hair was pulled up into a bun that was held together by remarkably beautiful Buyao hair pin. 

"I look like a porcelain doll..." I whisper.

I looked even more beautiful than before. It makes me feel even worse. Mushu can tell by my disheartened face that I'm upset about something, but just as he opens his mouth Ling sprints into the room shouting " places everyone, this is supposed to be a night of fun and beauty. So don't let me down ! ". With that all of us rise to our feet to go get into our proper performing attire.

It's show time ...