Entry tags:
MOAG: Reprieve
Fandom: Memoirs of a Geisha
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Chiyo takes care of Hatsumomo. For
twolittledolls on
fic_on_demand.
Chiyo tried to be quiet as she slipped into Hatsumomo's room, careful, after previous ill-tempered scoldings from the geisha, not to shuffle, or flop 'like a dead fish', as she'd said. She didn't say a word as she dampened the cloth with cool water, leaning over to replace the previous cloth.
Hatsumomo didn't speak. She had been talking more, before, when she was less ill, but now she was at her worst. Either she was refusing to speak, or she couldn't. Chiyo was fairly sure she couldn't, because she loved to speak, loved to berate and shame anyone and everyone. That meant she was bad.
Chiyo tried not to hope that Hatsumomo would die. The okiya badly needed her income as a geisha, after all.
She would take a while working off the debts that her illness had incurred, Chiyo thought, gently wiping Hatsumomo's face.
Hatsumomo's eyes flickered open. "Get out," she said, her voice rasping, and Chiyo rose. She would get in trouble if she antagonised the miserably sick Hatsumomo, and she knew it, so she left the room as quickly and quietly as she could.
Hatsumomo lay back and tried to pretend that she wasn't grateful for the gentle touch, the cool cloth and the brief, tantalising snatch of almost intelligent company.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Chiyo takes care of Hatsumomo. For
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Chiyo tried to be quiet as she slipped into Hatsumomo's room, careful, after previous ill-tempered scoldings from the geisha, not to shuffle, or flop 'like a dead fish', as she'd said. She didn't say a word as she dampened the cloth with cool water, leaning over to replace the previous cloth.
Hatsumomo didn't speak. She had been talking more, before, when she was less ill, but now she was at her worst. Either she was refusing to speak, or she couldn't. Chiyo was fairly sure she couldn't, because she loved to speak, loved to berate and shame anyone and everyone. That meant she was bad.
Chiyo tried not to hope that Hatsumomo would die. The okiya badly needed her income as a geisha, after all.
She would take a while working off the debts that her illness had incurred, Chiyo thought, gently wiping Hatsumomo's face.
Hatsumomo's eyes flickered open. "Get out," she said, her voice rasping, and Chiyo rose. She would get in trouble if she antagonised the miserably sick Hatsumomo, and she knew it, so she left the room as quickly and quietly as she could.
Hatsumomo lay back and tried to pretend that she wasn't grateful for the gentle touch, the cool cloth and the brief, tantalising snatch of almost intelligent company.
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I hated Hatsumomo... I really did, she was the biggest bitch there ever was in that book...
She was so mean to Chiyo...
Anyways, pretty cool.
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Hatsumomo was cruel, but hey, life's not perfect and there are people like that.
Thanks. :)