<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4080FF">Insisting to her apprentice, she had finally got her to pick the one she wanted. Thinking it would add a nice touch to her room. The tiger had reminded her, of the young girl before her. Neshita grinned with her natural red lips. As she had seen the girl holding the painting close. Neshita had to pick up a few more items in the market. Like a few magazines, some being fashion related. While other political. As a geisha she had to keep up with the day to day of the world. <br/><br/>After Susano had taken her painting close to herself. Neshita had chuckled to herself. Neshita's demon ears had heard her thank, Neshita for the the gift. But she had acted like she didn't hear. The market was busy of other villagers and outsiders. So it would have explained why she didn't hear the young apprentice. <br/><br/>While Neishta had bought a few pins for her hair. Then while the young apprentice wasn't looking. She had bought a comb for her old friend. Having the shopkeeper put it in a box, that was wrapped with a gold string, that formed a bow on the top. Tucking the box in her sleeve. She had noticed the apprentice was getting bored of the market.  <br/><br/>They had left the market, taking the girl back to the okiya. Neshita had to run some errands, as she did't want to bore the young apprentice. It was the first day after all. But Neshita had also had appointments that day. While later that day, she had tea house appointments as well. Neshita had changed into a different <a class="postlink" href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/187/443263868_92a0b985be_b.jpg">Kimono</a>. <br/><br/>It had a light blue fabric with a light pink cherry blossom tree branch on the lower part. It showed she like cherry blossom tree's. Most of her Kimono's had Cherry blossoms on it. It reminded her of the day she met a girl. <br/><br/>~~~<br/><br/>Neshita had just been sold off to a Geisha house. Running off before being taken to the Aika clan house in the next village down. Yaktsu was crying under a <a class="postlink" href="http://c8.alamy.com/comp/A3FKKF/weeping-cherry-tree-shoho-temple-nishikyo-kyoto-kyoto-japan-cherry-A3FKKF.jpg">Cherry Blossom Tree</a>. There, She had heard a old friend. "You shouldn't cry so much." The voice said. The owner of the voice. Leaned on the tree. Yaktsu looked up, stopping at her crying. Whipping the tears. <br/>"But, Im moving out of the village. I wouldn't be able to see you anymore." Yaktsu looked down at her lap. She had grown close to her friend. She didn't want to move away. After her friend had comfort her. They promised not to forget each other.  Neshita had never forgotten her friend. Hoping to one day run into her. <br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>Neshita had left the okiya. Leaving to met her first appointment. Which was just down the street. It was meeting that was for a gentleman who wanted her beauty next to them. As they watched a Basho. Neshita wasn't a kin of those kind of shows. But it was one of her regulars. So she couldn't escape it. Smiling as if she enjoyed it. While enjoying the mans present. But she had learned to hide her emotions. By her old friend long ago. She was grateful she learned. Because it bored her as she sat watching the tournament. <br/><br/> </span></div>