Title: None Yet, Chapter 1
Author: Nibzo
Disclaimer: I don't own KH. Doesn't anyone realize that?
Series: Do you mean if its the continuation of a previous fanfic, or the series it comes from. It comes from Kingdom Hearts
Warning: Crossdressing, homosexuality*Duh*, death
I just want some input on the first chapter, so I'll only be posting the first chapter. Nothing really major. Plus, I'm stuck on a title. If anyone thinks of an awesomley awesome title, post and if I do post in on fanficition.net, I'll give the person credit.

Chapter 1

POV

“All my life, I’ve wanted to be a geisha…”

“It first occurred to me when I was seven years old…”

-Flashback-

We were lucky to be earning the money to live in a two-story house. Hard times had hit Japan, and a lot of people lived in a home with only one room; many didn’t even have a home.



To get to the storage room, you would have to go up the ladder, and up to the second floor. You would go down the hall from the first room you saw, and at the end of the hall, there was a door. Behind it, there was a small room with many boxes located in the corner, as well as some antiques that weren’t in packages. Those antiques gathered dust as they sat in their spot year after year, while the items inside the boxes remained untouched by time.

There was also another thing that was not in a box, but it was not on the outside either. It was in a chest; where my mother had believed that not only Father Time would touch its contents, but also moths that ate the fabric would also not be able to reach the valuable treasure that was found inside.

End POV

It was when he was seven years old, that Sora Mihama wandered down the hall and stood up on his tiptoes to reach the knob, and pushed the door slightly so it creaked forward. He looked around the room, stepping inside and glancing at the old lamps, paintings, and clothes piled up and labeled in an orderly fashion. He was almost drawn to the chest in the back, dusting it off and letting his fingers run over the fine detail.

“Do you want to know what’s inside?”

He turned around to see his mother smiling down upon him, and he sent a big smile back at her, two of his front teeth missing to add even more silliness to his smile.

His mother took out a key from her pocket, and stuck it inside the hole in the chest. With a swift turn it clicked open, and pushed at the top of the chest. The dust on top flied everywhere, as his mother swatted it away, coughing. When the dust cleared, she pulled out the clothing and unfolded it, holding it up for her son.

“Isn’t it lovely?” she cooed. “It’s called a kimono. Look at all of the vibrant colors.”

Sora stared at the garments in awe, his eyes getting wider with every second. He thought it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. His mother saw the admiration and longing in her child’s eyes, and quietly laughed to herself. “Would you like to try it on?”

It was by far bigger than Sora, but he nodded excitedly and reached his hand into the air. His mother laughed again, “No, silly. You wear it like this.”

She opened it up, and to Sora’s amazement, it was like layers and layers of robes. She walked behind him, and slipped it over him. “Hold it right here, okay?” She turned back to the chest as Sora struggled to hold it, sinking under the weight of the kimono. She turned back, taking the obi and clumsily tying it behind him, making a big bow in the back. She laughed again when she saw Sora from the front, his small frame drowning in the kimono.

But Sora could feel it. A special connection between the extravagant clothing and himself. He felt as if he was born to wear it, and felt an inner peace when he wore it, even though it was much too big for him.

-End Flashback-

Now Sora was almost sixteen. He’d wanted to wear a kimono all his life, he almost wanted to wear one every day of the year. But it was certainly unusual for a man his age to want to wear women’s clothing.

He stood, waiting for his best friend so the two could walk to school. They’d been doing this since they were little, and it had become a habit. “Is Riku even coming?”

“I’m right here.”

“Oh, hey Riku,” Sora said. In Sora’s eyes, the boy next to him sparkled with the essence of perfection. “So…..” he said, trying to find a good conversation starter. “How’re things with your fiancé?”

It killed him inside to say that word. Riku’s fiancé, Kairi Noda had been their best friend for years. They had always been the “free-some threesome.” When they were kids and Kairi had been “engaged” to Riku, they all thought nothing of it and carried on with life.’

But when Sora realized he had been developing feelings for his best friend, the weight of it all had come crashed down at him all at once. First of all, his best friend was a guy. Second, he himself was a guy. Third, he was engaged. And even if it all didn’t matter, Riku was still straight.

That was another point of why he wanted to become a geisha. If he would become a geisha, he would dress and act like a woman. He would be able to get close to Riku. Even if they couldn’t do anything, Riku would see him as a female, and a potential lover.

--Later That Day--

He would always go to the okiya his grandmother was in charge of. Sora’s mother had passed away a year after the kimono incident.

-Flashback-

He could remember watching his mother on her deathbed, smiling at her little boy. She reached over and pulled out the key with her remaining strength, and told Sora to come forward.

“Sora, my little angel,” she said, smiling through her pain. “You deserve this more than anyone.” She opened up his palm and placed something in it, then closed it up and put both of her hands around his clasped fists. “Take good care of it. And remember, Sora, I will always be with you.”

And then the gentle touch of his mother went away as the hand grew cold. She closed her eyes, and with her last breath, she smiled and said, “I love you, my precious family.”

“Mama?” Sora asked. The cold hand dropped from his grasp, and he started wide-eyed in horror at the corpse of his mother.

“Mama? Mama, wake up.”

“Sora,” his father put a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Your mother is no longer with us.”

He heard the cries of his older sister, Yuna, behind him. Tears began to form in his own eyes, and he rested his head on his mother’s body. “Mama!”

-End Flashback-

He sighed, turning away from the okiya and heading home. There was no way he could become a geisha. It was too late, and to become a geisha, you had to be a woman. And he was certainly not a woman.

He took the short path home, his feet crunching as he walked through the snow. Sora was devastated that the only real dream he had in life could never come true. If Riku were his, then he wouldn’t want to become a geisha, but with Riku’s engagement, a geisha was the closest he could get. But how could he even become a geisha if he wasn’t a women?”

He looked upon his neck, and brought up the necklace that encircled his neck. It was the key his mother had given him when she had died: the key to the chest that had his mother’s wedding kimono.

“Sora?”

He turned around. It was Riku, who must had been following him home.

“When did you get here?”

“You were staring at the okiya and I saw you.”

“I thought you had cleanup duty.”

“I asked someone else to do it. Sora, I’m worried. Every day, you seem to loose a bit of your luster. Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing. I was just visiting the okiya to see my grandmother.”

“Right, your grandmother is the owner of the okiya. But that still doesn’t explain why you’re so sad?”


Sora had to make up a lie, and fast. “She’s….she’s been telling me a lot of stories about my mother…and it’s just been making me a bit sad. I miss my mother, and I like to hear stories about her, but it just makes me feel down.”

“Oh Sora,” Riku sighed. “Everyone misses their loved ones. In fact, I really don’t think anyone can get over the death of someone they loved. But we have to keep living life to the fullest because that’s what they’d want us to do. You understand, don’t you, Sora?”

“Yes, I do. Thank you very much, Riku. You are truly a good friend.”

He turned off to his house and waved goodbye. He hated parting with Riku; his one and only wish in life was to be with Riku always. He sighed, and took the key out again. He decided it was a good time to visit the past.

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His journey through his house to get up to the storage room was one like every other. No one was home, except for the cat, Miju Button. He stooped down to pet him on the head, and then headed upstairs to the chest.

More dust had gathered on the top of the chest, and when he blew it all away it scattered and clouded the air. Sora coughed, opening up the chest and unfolding the magical kimono he had tried on eight almost nine years ago. He smelt it, the essence of his mother still looming in the fabric. He stripped his clothes so that the kimono would fit on him and he wouldn’t look bulky underneath.
He pulled it over his shoulders; it was no longer holding him down, although it was very difficult to move in. He reached into the chest to pull out the obi and wrapped it right underneath the upper part of his chest. He reached toward the back to tie it, when he felt something slap in hand into submission. He turned around to see a fragile little woman standing behind him.

“Let me tie it for you.”

“Grandmother!” Sora cried, shocked that his own grandmother had watched him get naked and try on his mother’s own clothes. “I….I was just…” he bowed his head, and she sighed.

“My dear grandchild…”

“Grandmother, if it isn’t too much to ask, how did you know I would be up here?”

She chuckled. “You think just because I am old, I am not as sharp as I once was. I’ve been watching you. Whenever you walk alone from school, you stop in front of the okiya and stare with a look of longing on your face. I thought maybe you just wanted to experience the feeling of having a geisha fawn all over you because of their beauty, but today, when I see you trying on your mother’s precious wedding kimono, I see that you want to become a geisha yourself!”

Sora knew he was going to get a scolding for such foolish dreams. “Please, grandmother, I beg your indulgence, and ask of you not to speak of this again. I promise it will stop.”

But the old woman laughed again. “Stop? Now why would I want you to stop?”

Sora gave her a puzzled look. “I do not understand, grandmother.”

“Then I will tell you. But first, let me tie your obi. I do not tie them as an occupation, but I can assure you I can tie them right. Now hold still.”

Sora stood perfectly still as his grandmother tied the kimono into an extravagant bow; as she skillfully weaved the cloth in and out of holes, he realized that she knew what she was doing instead of his mother, who had gone along with his childish games.

“Now I will tell you. Sit, sit, sit.”

Sora sat down at the request, but before sitting, he glanced at the old chair in the corner. “Grandmother, you sit; I will get that chair from the corner of the room.”

“Thank you, Sora.” She sat down as Sora walked to get the chair. “Ah, memories. Hurry up with that chair, and I will tell you about our family history.”

Sora unfolded the chair, and then sat down and eagerly waited for his grandmother to begin.

“Your mother’s maiden name was Karumi Yoshida. You know that, right?”

Sora nodded. “Good. You’re a sharp boy that you are. Well, the Yoshida women had a very long line of work as a geisha. It all started with my great-grandmother. That’s four generations, mind you!”

“Yes, grandmother.”

“Anyway, when it was time to send your mother for training to become a geisha, she went as always. Of course, she would become a geisha and then retire and marry to carry on the family legacy. But, as she was about to make her debut, she got pregnant! Imagine that!”

“Grandmother, I do not understand. Couldn’t she still become a geisha and just make her debut at a later time?”


“She hadn’t even begun though! And now, she refused to become a geisha and entertain other men. The only man she had business with was your father. It made me so furious at her! But when I found out it was a girl; I was able to calm myself down. If it would miss a generation, then we’d be okay.

Your sister Yuna, though, had other plans. I wanted her to start her training early, and when she got to the age of six, I planned on taking her aside to live with me in the okiya to become a geisha. But that little brat; she refused to leave her mother, especially since her mother had conceived once again with you.

I told myself she would become a geisha than when you were three; granted she’d be nine-years-old, but better late than never, right? Well when you were three, she still refused to come with me, saying she wanted nothing to do with the life of a geisha. Do you know what she wanted to do? She wanted to paint! Such a silly, stupid girl! Women are not allowed to do anything, especially not paint! People will not buy the painting of a women, no matter how good they are!

And when I thought she might come around, she didn’t! She ran away when she was fifteen awhile after your mother died, and then came back married! To a painter, no less! Now she and her husband paint, and her husband just used his name when selling her paintings! And then I thought I my as well give up; you mother was dead and no one was going to take the name of a geisha. But today, when I saw you…”

“Grandmother, it is not such a good idea…”

“Why not? It’s perfect! You may have the body of a man, but you have a lot of features like that of your mother! That girlish face and figure of yours makes it perfect!”
“My father will never agree to such a thing!”

“Oh, we just tell him you are going to go on a journey by yourself! Then we disguise you as a girl and sneak you into the okiya!”

“But what if someone finds out?”

“We’ll just put you in your own room, give you a different bathing times, not allow you to give up your mizuage…”

“But….but…”

“Look, you want to become a geisha, right?”


“Yeah, but…”

“And you want to be with that one boy, am I right?”

Sora froze. He couldn’t believe anyone had figured out his two darkest secrets in one day. “How….how’d you know about Riku?”

“I run an okiya, boy. Many geisha have fallen in love with clients, hired work, even the people outside who have never set foot in there! You think I don’t know what love looks like? Think again! Now, do you want to become a geisha or not?”

Sora paused, thinking deeply about this opportunity. This was his one and only chance to become a geisha; one of his dreams that he had wished for every night. He could get close to Riku; granted, he couldn’t stop the future marriage of him and Kairi, but many married men were entertained and seduced by geisha; maybe he could do the same.

“It’s not too late?”

“You’d have a year-and-a-half to study and prepare. When you turn 18, you would make your debut.”

“And my secret would stay safe? No one would find out I am a man disguising as a woman to become a geisha?”

“Only I would know. Your secret is safe with me.”

Sora sighed, giving one last thought to his decision. He knew he wanted this with all his heart and mind, and he wouldn’t really be leaving his family. He’d return when he retired and live with what was left of his family. Or maybe he’d have to fake his gender all his life and become owner of the okiya.

“Grandmother?”


“Yes, Sora?”


“I want to become a geisha. Please help me become a geisha.”

TBC

This does end with the pairing Riku/Sora. I want opinions; I'm thinking of deleting a crappy Riku/Sora story I already have on ff.net and replacing it with this one.