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Info people!!!

Riight. So this is also on my Quizilla account but I figured I would stick it here as well for some reason.

Basic info for y'all:

You are a 25 year old geisha in Kyoto. You are American but you were taken to Japan when you were 6 because your parents died and there was no where else for you to go. You worked in a teahouse until you were old enough for geisha training. You are an apprentice to a renowned geisha, Mameha.

Your name is Helena Phillips. Your geisha name is Sayuri. You never tell anyone your real name. You have long black hair, pale skin and eyes which change colour according to your emotions. Here's the list:

Hazel - normal. They get brighter the happier you are.
Blue - sad/about to cry
Green - scared
Grey/Black - angry

Just so you know I am taking some names or maybe all names from the book Memoirs Of A Geisha. Oddly enough that's where I got the idea for this story. If you haven't seen the film or read the book I recommend both.

(Chapter 1)

"Mameha, where are we going tonight?" I asked as I got into the rickshaw with my teacher.

"We are going to the Cherry Blossom teahouse. There is an American there whom Nobu wants to introduce to us." She replied

"An American?"

"Yes. Apparently he is here to recover from something that happened in America. He was sent by his friends to get some peace. You will be his assistant during his stay here. You will accompany him everywhere."

"Uh.., ok."

"You have no choice Sayuri. It is required of you."

"Yes Mameha. I know and I'm sorry. It's just, well..."

"You used to live in America? We know that. It was for this reason that it seemed appropriate for you to assist him during his stay. You will be fine. I will be here to guide you."

We carried on without talking any more until we arrived at the teahouse entrance. As I stepped off the rickshaw, my kimono got slightly stuck which meant I had to lean down which is easier said than done in these shoes! I was dressed in a black kimono with red drops on the hem that made it look like blood was dripping from the bottom of the kimono. It was my favourite of the kimonos Mameha owned. People had always said it suited me. I think it was because of my pale complexion.

As we entered a voice said "Mameha. How lovely to see you! And Sayuri! You're looking stunning tonight."

"Nobu! You're looking well." Smiled Mameha. I just smiled shyly and mumbled my thanks. I'm not known for being outgoing. Nobu lead us through to the main over to a man who was standing alone. I assumed he was the American.

"Mameha, Sayuri. Let me introduce to you Mr Gerard Way."

"Nice to meet you Mr Way." Said Mameha warmly, "This is my apprentice Sayuri. She will be your assistant for your stay here with us."

"Well hello there. Hello Sayuri." Replied Mr Way. I looked up at him as I greeted him. He had a beautiful soft voice. He was probably an amazing singer. He smiled at me and I got my first decent look at him. He had long black hair which went down to his shoulders and piercing hazel eyes. He was wearing a black suit with a red tie and a belt that had a bat buckle.

"Mr Way has come here all the way from America!" exclaimed Nobu as we sat down, "Wasn't that where you were born Sayuri?"

I started. Dammit, I had to say something intelligent now. Ok here goes, "Yes. I was brought up in New Jersey. Do you know it?" I asked Gerard.

"Do I know it?! Yes I know it! That's where I live." Replied Gerard getting very excited. He was cute when he was excited. I mentally slapped myself. "Bad mind!"

"Whereabouts in Jersey were you brought up?" he asked.

"Umm Belleville." I replied. Mameha gave me a slight frown. Mental note: stop saying "um."

"That's exactly where I live!" smiled Gerard, "Wow! This is too much of a coincidence!"

He sat there grinning at me and I couldn't help but smile back. Eurgh... this dude was having a really bad effect on me. It wasn't right. If I fell for him I would be in a lot of trouble for a lot of reasons. Mainly the fact he would be leaving for America at some point. Anyway, nothing was going to happen so what was the point in worrying?

Gerard's POV "Nobu! You're looking well." Said a voice. I looked up and saw the guy Nobu with two geisha. One looked quite young. A little younger than me maybe. She had a very very cool kimono thingy on.

Nobu lead the two geisha over and introduced them as Mameha and Sayuri. Sayuri was apparently to be my assistant throughout my stay in Kyoto. I certainly couldn't complain. She was stunning. She had amazing green eyes and pale skin a bit like mine. She was definitely not Japanese or Asian for that matter. She seemed to be incredibly thin and very very shy.

I said "hi" to her and she looked straight at me. Her eyes pierced straight through me.

We sat down and started talking. Turned out Sayuri came from New Jersey! I was amazed and got way too over excited. She smiled at me and I noticed her eyes had gone a paler green. She had an amazing smile as well. No shut up! This wasn't allowed to happen because sooner or later I would have to go back to Jersey and leave her here. That would hurt and I hated hurting people. It happened to me so much in high school I vowed I would never hurt anyone.

As the evening wore on I felt myself growing to like Sayuri more and more. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as I thought. I wasn't impressed when the guys shoved me on a plane to Japan saying I needed to get away. But perhaps, with the help of this young geisha, I would enjoy my time here. I really wanted to get to know her better but now was not the time. Maybe when she was taking me round. The thought of spending time with her on my own made me feel slightly worried but happy too.

Sayuri's POV When we left, I found myself having grown to like Gerard a lot. "So how did you find that?" asked Mameha.

"It was fine. Mr Way seems really nice."

"Good. I'm glad to hear it because you will be spending a lot of time with him." The thought of spending time alone with him scared me to death. He was really nice and all, but what if I started having feelings for him? I couldn't deal with that. He'd leave and it would all go haywire. We would both get hurt and I've been hurt too many times before. And anyway, why would he like me like that? I pushed all these thoughts aside and went to bed. But he was still there, in the back of my mind. I couldn't get rid of him! Being around this man was going to be very interesting.