<span style="color: #8080BF">She did not want to leave to go to another school. She did not want to go. But she had not choice. There was no point in resisting, not just yet anyway. Sunako was biding her time. Pretty soon, she was sure that even the most dedicated and successful of Geisha school would realize that they could not handle her, and then, and only then, would she be free. She could make it, she was steadfast in her longing. And there was no way she was going to cave. Giving in to this life...it wasn't an option.<br/><br/>She'd arrived on time, as scheduled, and had already gone through a room change, within a single night. The mother, Kiyto, had decided to put her in a bigger room, and already chose a 'big sister' for her to follow around and learn from. In her mind, as she was getting fixed up by the servants who were putting her make-up on, she thought that was just...silly. She wasn't a puppy dog to wander after someone like she was lost. It was condescending. Sunako knew that this was their tradition, but she did not like it.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">Sadly, Sunako had almost completely forgotten about her friend from her childhood. The only thing she could remember was how kind she was, and her beautiful eyes. Like herself, her friend had unique colored eyes. She'd forgotten her name, what she looked like, her voice even. No matter how hard she tried, she could not remember. It upset her, that she had forgotten. Because she had promised the other...that she wouldn't.<br/><br/>Hearing the one Neshita speak, telling Sunako that today she was just to be shown off, as they were going to the market, Sunako gets a dull look in her eyes, and her nose scrunches a tiny bit. She doesn't speak though, instead stands, glancing at herself in the mirror. Her face naturally pale, so there had been no need to put on the white paste, and her lips a bright red. Her eyes were disgusted at her appearance, but she walks away, following after Neshita.<br/><br/>Through the streets they walked, and even though Neshita bowed to elders, Sunako did not. She could feel the eyes of men on her, and she narrows her eyes even more, her expression stony cold. At one point she reaches up, and messes with her hair, it was too tight. When she was finished, it was the way she liked it. Loose, with some hair falling down. Her bangs covering one of her eyes. As she lowers her hand, she rubs a bit of the red off of her lips, so that it was now pale red.<br/><br/>Lowering her arm, she spots a small shop that was filled with art. Hanging paintings, some of pandas and dragons, some of sakura blossoms, others with cranes and water lilies. A few had words on them in beautifully written kanji, of the words faith and belief, love and sincerity. But the one that caught her eye was of a white tiger, with the kanji for courage. Yuuki. She couldn't help but gaze at it, it was just so beautiful. However, she knew there was no way she could get it, she didn't have any money to her name, and knew that this fact would never change. Not while she was here anyways.<br/><br/>All the while she was quiet, saying nothing, she didn't have anything to say anyways. Well, she did, but in Sunako's mind no one was worth of hearing her thoughts, so she kept to herself. Mulling over the fact of how annoyed she was. How she just wanted to go back to her room and lock herself away. And lay there on her futon, just lay there...<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://img.jugemcart.com/PA01014/042/product/1481777.jpg?20151119073953">[ img ]</a><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold">勇気</span></span></div></span>