Geisha boy

Let's do this ?

•~ Hey everyone ! It's your boye here ~ I just want to take a sec to once again say thank you to everyone who's been sharing and supporting me and this story ! You guys are the sweetest and most patient people ever and I promise that I'm going to try to speed up my updates now that the summer is coming. I love you all so much, and hope you enjoy this next bit <3 •~

 ( p.s. Yes , I am completely aware the this video has nothing to do with the story , however, it's what I was listening to when I created Mu's plan ... So ... Ya. Just enjoy that )  

Here I am once again, galloping away from my heome into yet another suicide mission without a second thought. No real plan, but at least I have good reasoning right ? This situation feels oddly familiar... Huh. Oh well.

I have Mushu tucked in tightly to my horses satchel with a few pieces of medical aid just incase I need a patch up job. It was hard sneaking away from my family again and I know that this will probably be the final blow to officially break their hearts, but ....I have to do this. This is my fault, and I can't keep blaming everyone around me. I was the one who snuck into the army and ruined everything. Now I'm going to sneak into jail and do it again? Maybe worse ? Sounds great.

As I begin to see the first wall of the emperors territory I begin to feel nauseous as the sky begins to cry for me. I look up at the darkened clouds as ping and I pass through the gate. The coolness of the water upon my anxiously burning skin was soothing and almost peaceful. I look ahead and see a sea of lights and people meshing together in a celebratory manner. " damn it... " I whisper sharply under my breath causing Mushu to peer from under the top of my satchel, still keeping himself dry. " what wrong ? " Mushu questions peering into the distance with me. " it looks like a festival , but that wouldn't make any sense ! ".

As we reach the energized crowd I quickly try to maintain a low profile and look for a way to find a change of clothes. It probably wasn't the best idea to stay in my slightly bloodied infirmary clothes. Heh, oops...

Mushu cautiously pokes above my wound to gain my attention and points towards a street shop that appears to be closed. I inhale sharply feeling a surge of guilt as I begin to look for a way in the locked building.

After testing a few windows I finally find one that is open and slide my thin frame into the dark store. Just to my advantage it's clothing store so it gives me some options to work with.

I look around and head over to some of the more commoners kind of clothing before realizing, 'I'll never make it past the door if I look like this '.

That's when it hits me !

" that's it ! I can look like a girl ! " I gasped in almost a yelling whisper

causing Mushu to jump a bit in surprise. " um yes geisha boy, we already established this " Mushu sasses back expectedly before I glance down at him wide-eyed with excitement. " no, no. Not like that ! I meant , I can look like my mom ! Don't you get it, with a little makeup and some formal attire I could easily pass off as my mom ! ". " and then we could make it through the doors ! " Mushu finished my thought before flashing me a wicked smirk " ya'know what, I like the way you think ".

Without another thought we got to work. I chose the formal attire that I could picture my mom wearing as Mushu tried to gather as much makeup supplies as possible from the people in the streets. Now granted I'm still not proud of this, and normally would never steal anything ! However with Daiyu being trapped in house arrest and my Hun-... I mean , the Hun whom I have no possession or relation to whatsoever, is in danger.

When Mushu returns with his load I quickly get to work. I toy around with my hair some trying to make it somewhat convincing since it is quite longer than my mothers now. After clipping it to were I like it , I move on to the make up. My face , luckily , resembles her already in more ways than I'd like, so it shouldn't be too much work. Mushu was able to snatch quite a bit of street performers make up, meaning a natural look was definitely out of the question.

With a shaky hand a start with a base. I cover my entire face with a thick white coating of powder before going onto the eyes. I use a red paint to line them and create a sharp look before moving on to my lips. I use a black paint in my lips and then and a sharp contouring blush to my cheeks. It's definitely not your average look.

When I was younger I used to play around with my mothers makeup all the time, well that is until it was no longer was "appropriate". So then yet another thing that made me happy had to become a secret. Luckily though, being bed ridden most of my life gave me a lot of time to practice.

After finishing my rather bold look I stare at myself in the mirror one last time before Mushu climbs onto my shoulder and pats my back. " well looky here ! Now this is how you do a disguise, blend in by standing out. Perfect !". I wanted to chuckle but couldn't bring my focus from off the mirror. I did a good job.. It was almost scary ... I looked like my mother except a more experimental version I guess. Mushu's voice sounded like it was underwater as he continued to babble on with praise. " I mean honestly I can barely tell the difference like who is that girl I see ?! ".

"... My mother... " was all I said and instantly Mushu realizes he may have pushed it a little far.

We both exchange a glance at each other before returning to our normal selves. I didn't realize that seeing myself this way would've shaken me this bad, but I can't afford to lose focus now. With that I quickly turn away from the mirror and try to refocus myself as I head back to the open window.

" alright ! Now let's go save your Hun-ny's buns ! " Mushu cheered excitedly causing me to smirk uncontrollably as we slide out of the window back on to the cold damp street.

' Hang in there guys ... We're coming ... I promise '