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MOAG: Wild Animal
Fandom: Memoirs of a Geisha
Pairing: Hatsumomo/Sayuri
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Sayuri would recognise Hatsumomo from a mile away. For [a friend].
She would have recognised Hatsumomo a mile away, but as it was, it was only a few meters. Sayuri was in a beautiful kimono, a geisha to the tips of her fingers, and there was Hatsumomo, ruffled and still beautiful, but in the way that a wild animal can be beautiful, and dangerous, too.
"You," the former geisha said, turning suddenly, and Sayuri realised that she was still afraid of Hatsumomo. Absurdly, yes, stupidly, yes, but it was a reflex that could never be trained out, no matter how she smoothed away the memories.
"Hatsumomo," she said, and her voice trembled. She wasn't sure what to do, how to greet a former geisha, but Hatsumomo took the decision out of her hands, bowing mockingly.
"Could I spare a moment of your time?"
Sayuri had never been able to help getting drawn up into Hatsumomo's whirlwind. She went.
She barely heard Hatsumomo's words, all betrayal and cruelty. She watched her instead, letting the words tumble by, examining Hatsumomo's blurred make up, her disordered clothes, the wisps of hair all falling around her face.
She was rocked beyond what she could ever put into words later when Hatsumomo seized her face, hands on both sides, and kissed her. She barely knew what to do, so she stood there, numb, unresponsive.
Hatsumomo's teeth sank into her lip and then she drew away, smiling, satisfied.
Sayuri hurried away, heart fluttering, and resolved never to breathe a word of that.
Pairing: Hatsumomo/Sayuri
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Sayuri would recognise Hatsumomo from a mile away. For [a friend].
She would have recognised Hatsumomo a mile away, but as it was, it was only a few meters. Sayuri was in a beautiful kimono, a geisha to the tips of her fingers, and there was Hatsumomo, ruffled and still beautiful, but in the way that a wild animal can be beautiful, and dangerous, too.
"You," the former geisha said, turning suddenly, and Sayuri realised that she was still afraid of Hatsumomo. Absurdly, yes, stupidly, yes, but it was a reflex that could never be trained out, no matter how she smoothed away the memories.
"Hatsumomo," she said, and her voice trembled. She wasn't sure what to do, how to greet a former geisha, but Hatsumomo took the decision out of her hands, bowing mockingly.
"Could I spare a moment of your time?"
Sayuri had never been able to help getting drawn up into Hatsumomo's whirlwind. She went.
She barely heard Hatsumomo's words, all betrayal and cruelty. She watched her instead, letting the words tumble by, examining Hatsumomo's blurred make up, her disordered clothes, the wisps of hair all falling around her face.
She was rocked beyond what she could ever put into words later when Hatsumomo seized her face, hands on both sides, and kissed her. She barely knew what to do, so she stood there, numb, unresponsive.
Hatsumomo's teeth sank into her lip and then she drew away, smiling, satisfied.
Sayuri hurried away, heart fluttering, and resolved never to breathe a word of that.
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Ick, I know. Dx Memoirs of a Geisha is definitely not my strong suit when it comes to fic. But practice makes perfect, right? >D
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