Gilt [Sho and SerinaKiyamie]
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				Title: <strong>Gilt [Sho and SerinaKiyamie]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 05:16:13</strong>
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				He was glad that he didn't have to put on the full costume quite yet. There was the makeup first - no chances of smearing the white face powder onto his robes that way - and then the hair. While an assistant dipped his head back and combed scented oils through it, tying it neatly up in an elaborate style with red silk strips and small winding golden wires. The haircombs could go in when he was done with makeup. He picked up the white brush and quickly began to apply it over the high curve of an exotic cheekbone, along his face, down his neck until it left two deliciously revealing strips of bare, milky skin in a soft V on his neck. Once his face was matte and white as the stage required, he picked up a black brush with a faintly trembling hand, taking a breath to steady it. He smoothed it on, then, along his eyes to line them and flicking slightly at the corner, the soft pinkish dots of color laid above his eyes. A coat of mascara - a modern touch - that he didn't apply himself but let the assistant put on.<br><br>Then came the lips, which he took the most care with. He drew a tempting little cupids bow curved into the faintest of smiles, but it truly traced the shape of his own lips, as though his face were built for his roles as a female onstage.<br><br>"Naoki, get dressed! We're onstage in an hour!"<br><br>He got up gracefully, righting the mostly sheer white robe he wore to cover him, reaching into a modern shoulder bag that still held his textbooks. He was acting full time but was taking university classes online with a special dispensation because of his night job, onstage, and he still needed to study. He made sure his cellphone was tucked in there as well and then hurried back to where his rich kimonos were already laid out and waiting for him.<br><br>The head of the theatre, the man who had adopted him and taken him in and who he hated more than anything, was watching him with cold eyes.<br><br>"There are many powerful men out there tonight."<br><br>Naoki rolled his eyes and he put on the next three robes, all with different collars, then the red and white collar of a maiko, a geisha in training. That was the role he'd be playing for the day. With that came the fabulously elaborate outer kimono, with the long trailing sleeves of an apprentice, a stunningly beautiful navy piece with a golden river running down the side. He was supposed to be a geisha that worked and lived near a river and it was reflected in his outfit, with a rich red and gold obi cinched across his waist. He winced as they tied the elaborate tail - the kimono itself was thirty pounds and the obi added another thirty so he was wearing about half of his weight in clothing - and balanced himself on an assistant while they slid the black lacquered geta towards his feet and he slipped them on.<br><br>Even in the elaborate costume, placing the combs in his hair, he was tiny.<br><br>There was a delicate fall of silvery and golden flowers falling down his comb and brushing his cheek, another one with a silver fan and the falls from each spine of the tiny fan tinkling merrily. Two elaborate tortoiseshell haircombs - a present from a patron - adorned the elaborate hair that made his head bend forwards in a pleasingly submissive way.<br><br>"Do well. This is your debut."<br><br>"I know that, Uncle."<br><br>Takehashi was hardly his Uncle but he called him that because Father didn't seem right and as he'd been adopted when he was six, all because of his beauty and the way he'd acted, how the other man had had an eye for talent and he'd seen it in Naoki.<br><br>He could hear the audience heading in and as the lights dimmed he shuffled gracefully onstage, each step delicate.<br><br>The performance was astounding, as he'd practiced for it to be, and he could see the women in the front row had tears in their eyes as the love of his life - a travelling samurai - left him for good. His dances were heart-rending, his voice sweet as sugar, flicking the sleeves of his kimono back and forth tantalizingly. Each sweep of his eyes, while sweetly sorrowful, had a seduction that very few men could pull off onstage and certainly none as young as the twenty year old Naoki, already a rising star in kabuki theatre.<br><br>The play ended with Naoki killing himself, singing a song of complete and utter loss, his dance becoming faster and faster as his character descended into madness, the two fans he danced with flying in elaborate flips and turns that few trained geisha could pull off these days.<br><br>The curtain fell as Naoki flipped his head back and curved his spine, falling to his knees in a position that his tightly-tied obi shouldn't have allowed, spine bent beautifully so that his hair nearly brushed the ground, fingers folded across the spread fans fluttering with his 'dying' breaths.<br><br>The curtain dropped and immediately, the applause was thunderous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gilt [Sho and SerinaKiyamie]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfrin</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 23:21:24</strong>
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				As Dark was leaving his cart, he let his servant with orders, to watch over the horses while he was in the new theatre.<br><br>Earlier that day, sir Dark had his mansion full with business men. They had a new concept to create and needed him to had some financial to it. He was going to accept at one condition, he needed to approve the idea himself. He had the power to ruin their plans or to make them progress. The reason why, his renown was greater then those men first of all and he was often invited in the queen's garden. She liked him only as a listener, but many people got them confused until he made it clear to the King. He had no intention to have his queen as a mistress. He loves the company of only a few people. His servants and maids. He had no lover even at 26 years old. They were often curious as why he haven't choose anyone.<br><br>Curiously, he was a very pretty man with his 5'8 and dark straight hair, that sat on his shoulder. He was well made and strong. His figure was reflecting the highest ranks, but his eyes... People were questioning him all the time. They were not light brown, but mostly gold. That made some back way.<br><br>As for today, he was prepared to listen until the conversation made it to something else. People were talking about the new theatre and the show that was going to happen tonight. Dark listen more closely. Art was always something interesting for his mind and senses.<br>He heard about an exotic show with colors and sounds... He was curious then asked the men more about it. <br>It was the first show of this style around this regions.<br><br>Dark needed to see it. The more they were talking about it... rumors and imaginary ideas where flowting in his mind.<br>He then asked the queen if she had last minute tickets or places he knew she could ask and made it to the soirée.<br><br>***<br><br>The show was fantastic for his senses... He loved it to bits. So much that his hearts was far away in a dream he never knew he could have. It's been so very long since the last time he felt something close to this.<br><br>He needed to talk to this .geisha. at least to say how great she was. He had so many things to say, but couldn't find the right words to explain how great his feelings were actually.<br>It was, for him, like running free.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gilt [Sho and SerinaKiyamie]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 05:58:41</strong>
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				With the curtain down, Naoki disappeared into the throng of handlers backstage. He wanted to change out of the kimono, but apparently there were rich and powerful men, as his Uncle said, who wanted to greet him and congratulate him on his performance. He sighed softly, sitting down, looking at himself in the mirror to make sure he wasn't too undone. He fixed his hair a bit, wincing slightly - getting it styled wasn't exactly comfortable - and then carefully reapplied the crimson eyeliner touching the corners of his lids. <br><br>It was the first time a show like his had come to this country, and he was glad that he'd studied English before coming. He wanted to leave and explore the city - he'd been cooped up and not allowed to see anything - but he doubted that he'd be allowed to.<br><br>Standing, he smoothed his kimono, glancing over his shoulder, tugging it into place. It showed the curve of his neck, draped so that his front was fully covered but that there was a tantalizing flash of his spine disappearing into the gleaming kimono. <br><br>A runner came up, seeing that Sir Dark was there, immediately bowing.<br><br>"Sir, we'd like to invite you to meet the star. His manager is serving drinks at the back of the theatre," he mumbled as he gestured back towards the wings of the stage, back where a few rich men were already lingering, gazing at Naoki. <br><br>Naoki's head was bowed shyly, a small smile on his lips, coy but clearly shy, his English somewhat hesitant but flawless in delivery. Each time the back door opened he'd glance up as subtly as he could, trying to catch a glance of the city with the dark carriages, the gas street lamps. He wanted to see the outside world but his 'Uncle' came up behind him, seeing Sir Dark, pressing a broad hand to Naoki's back and giving him a gentle push.<br><br>Naoki walked carefully, his shoes the highly stylized sandals of a maiko, or geisha's apprentice. They were high, coming to a small base that made balance precarious, but he'd practiced for years and was nothing but a picture of grace. He gave a low, respectful bow, the charms tucked into his hair swinging and tinkling pleasantly. "It is a pleasure to make your accquaintance, Sir. Did you enjoy the show?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gilt [Sho and SerinaKiyamie]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfrin</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 00:59:36</strong>
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				Right after the show, someone came to him on the balcony he was staying. They told him he could go in the back of the theatre, like other high class men, to see the geisha. He look at him very seriously and gave him a nod then followed him to the labyrinth of corridors to a room at the back.<br>There were already a few men settle down on chairs. He was probably the last one and that made them only five. He walked father to the back and rested his back on the wall while crossing his arms on his chess. He made sure that no one were close to him.<br>He wasn't in the mood to talk to others. They were talking about the girl how pretty she was and so exotic. They liked the show, but said nothing else then <em>oh so pretty</em>. That pisses Dark very much. There were so much other things to say. How the story was so concrete in the dance. The lights and how they made some special effects. There was hard work and technique involve as well.<br><br>Some random guy came to him, but Dark gave him a cold look just before he sees the geisha entered. The guy didn't even wonder why he had received that look and turned his head towards the lovely lady. They all came for her telling her she was pretty and the show was awesome. Dark stayed behind waiting for the crowd to let her be.<br><br><br>(note: sorry if this is short, my computer doesn't take heat very well and therefore I am afraid he will die right now so. I'll write more in my other posts)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gilt [Sho and SerinaKiyamie]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 06:16:24</strong>
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				Naoki politely greeted each person, bowing deeply to each patron, using a fan to hide his lips and flirting just a little bit. He thanked each person profusely for coming, asked them to come again, telling them that he promised to perform well for them. <br><br>He walked up to Lord Dark a bit later, having waited to go to talk to him last, wondering what was so different about this man. There was something there, though, something that he could sense. <br><br>"Hello, Lord Dark."<br><br>His English was slightly accented, clearly a bit nervous, his bow deep and graceful. His hair, piled high in an intricate style, was clearly his own and not a wig. There was no indication that he was male; the kimono covered that little fact perfectly.<br><br>He raised his head to smile faintly, eyes lowered, "Did you enjoy the show?"<br><br>He wondered what the man had thought of the show. If he, like the others, seemed to think only of 'how pretty' everything was. Or maybe, this man had appreciated the show for more than just the initial layer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gilt [Sho and SerinaKiyamie]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfrin</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 00:06:35</strong>
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				Dark straighten up after everyone had left... then he saw the pretty flower coming towards him. He did a very small smile and slight bow at the Geisha's presentation. He was very happy to meet someone has pretty has she was even tho something was wrong about this person. He wasn't smelling like an actual girl..., but the smell of flowers were playing with his nose so he wasn't sure at all who this person was actually. <br>He heard so many good stuff coming from the other side of the map... Dragons, legends and magnificent scenery. He had the proof in front of him.<br><br>He took the geisha's hand and gave a light kiss before trying to start a conversation.<br>"I am pleased to see an actual Geisha from the magical land. I wish to see your country at least once in my lifetime." And oh he would have the time to go there so many time in his long life. He just didn't have any reasons to go there... yet.<br>He stroke her body with his golden eyes only... wishing to feel that good looking skin. It must be so delightful kissing that bare neck. Taking his time to unfold those many layers and discovering each part slowly until he can reach the middle of this precious flower.
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