<div class="floatright">(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/Miscellaneous/kohaku_joy01.jpg)</div>Niijima Kohaku hadn't expected to be rushed out of her room on the other side of the courtyard (she was given a single room away from all the other harlots in fear she may influence the younger ones) so quickly. She had just woken up and applied the little makeup she usually wore and was just going to spend her free time brushing her silky white hair. Her hair had reached a little past her waist and it was like a silk spider had blessed her with silk to cover her head. Kohaku wasn't expecting a visitor from anywhere, for she wasn't really one of the girls a common lord would want to get service from, but having a high optimism, she didn't really care that she was rejected by all who saw her.<br/><br/>Thinking about as she followed the other and was stood to the end of the assembled line, towards the right, she was called many names, most of which had devil or demon in them. She did not care to remember the names, for they were only superficial. Mostly mysterious, Kohaku didn't spend her time and countless opportunities to make those who saw her externally understand what was really going on inside. From as far as she can remember in the twenty or so years she was on this Earth, she had always had white hair. It made her look old with a young face and it was the target of much ridicule. Her amber eyes were also targeted too, for it was uncommon for the children to be born with the color of tree sap. From the many rumors and ridiculous stories she had heard from the townsfolk and even her fellow sisters in the brothel, that people thought that her father had been seduced and bedded with a<em>kitsune</em>, or fox, and the resulting offspring was a girl, Kohaku, named for the amber eyes she was born with. People assumed she had gained the powers of the kitsune, and inherited the fabled white hair from her. When girls would be crying their eyes out due to teasing and accusing, Kohaku was mysterious was that she actually found those stories funny, even when the tone of the story was serious and meant to scare her.<br/><br/>Since Kohaku hadn't expected visitors to come by, she was dressed in the garment she regularly slept in. She wore a black kimono that looked like it was made for a man, appearing a bit oversized on her smaller frame. Underneath she wore a black hakama, a motif of a grey raven on her bust. She didn't know what was going on, but she was called to appear before what looked like a group of samurai. A litter was present before the brothel as well, and unusually, Kohaku was joyful at how many was gathered, since she had never seen anything like this kind of gathering before. Suddenly, a man appeared from the litter. The samurai gathered on foot look similar to each other, but the man who appeared from the litter was differently dressed. She observed that this man carried no swords, and Kohaku assumed he did this to appear humble and of no threat. His head was not shaved like the rest and the crown of his head offered bangs that hid his eyes from the light of the day. Kohaku had paid special attention to him and he approached the owner. This man seemed like he didn't pay his respects to anybody. She had to admire that in him. This day had grown to be a much different one than regular days, and unusually, Kohaku had put on a smile, thinking her day was going to be a fortunate one.