Hey peeps! I come to you with yet another story! This one will be written with one of my dear friends, Cindy ;). I was watching Memoirs of a Geisha when I was hit with the idea of this story. I hope you guys like it, I'm quite proud of it myself.

Disclaimer: I don't own Linkin Park but I do own this story line and the OCs.

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I bet you wouldn't believe me if I told you that once I lived the life of one of the most sought after Geisha in all of Japan. I bet you're laughing as you read this, aren't you? Well to tell you the truth I didn't start out as a Geisha at first, no, I was actually the son of a very poor fisherman in the small town of Yoroido. Now you're saying to yourself, “A boy as a Geisha?! That's impossible!” It really wasn't. If you were young enough, beautiful enough, and had the right skills, anyone could be a Geisha, be it a man or a woman.

Of course...as I said before, I wasn't brought up as a Geisha. I was just the youngest son of a poor fisherman who had little to no money to his name. I don't blame him anymore for what has happened to me, I now see that the journey I faced after that fateful day, was one of the best things that could have ever happened to me!

I was a young boy then, not even ten years old yet. I was on my way back from fetching water with my older brother when I saw my father talking to a strange man I've never seen before. Little did I know, the plain looking man, would change my life forever.

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I struggled with the heavy bucket of water up the hill to my run down house, talking softly to my brother, Taro, so we wouldn't wake mother.

“Oniisan, what do you think Otoosan needs the water for? We already fetched the water earlier today.”

My brother shrugged, “I don't really know Otootosan, it could be anything.”

I sighed softly, not really knowing what Otoosan was going to use the water for, maybe it was for the man I saw at the door?

“Oniisan, what do you think about the man that was at our door?” I asked my brother in a soft voice.

Taro looked at me, “Man? I didn't notice any man when we were sent to fetch the water.”

“I don't trust him.”

My brother laughed softly, “Come now Chester, you always think so negatively about people. Lighten up a bit, or you'll have gray hair before you turn twelve.”

“I can't help it Oniisan, he just has this air about him...I don't like him at all,” I said, and I would have folded my arms, if it weren't for the heavy bucket I carried.

“You worry too much,” Taro stated with a small smile, “it's not like he's going to do anything to you, you know I'd protect you from anyone that wanted to harm you.”

That was one of the things I loved about my brother, he stood up for me when I was made fun of by the other children that lived in the small town. They said I was strange with my blond hair and light complexion, and my brother; being my own night in shinning armor, tells them, “You're just afraid of things that are different. It's people like you that keep Japan from moving forward.”

I was an incredibly lucky boy to have a brother who cared so much. Even when Taro was approached by many young ladies wishing to be with him, he turned down ever one of them, saying he was not ready to be in a committed relationship until he was sure that I was going to be well taken care of.

My brother and I approached the house and opened the small, crooked door that lead to the inside.

“Otoosan! Taro and I have returned with the water!” I called into the house, looking around for any trace of our father.

My father, an old, stout, and short Japanese man came into the hallway and smiled at me, “Ah there you are Chester, I was wondering when you'd show up.” He took the bucket from me and set it on the dirty counter in the kitchen.

“There's something I need to talk to you about,” He said, then glanced at Taro, “alone.”

Taro bowed and left the room, heading back outside to spend as much time possible on the shoreline before the storm came in.

My father turned to me.

“Now Chester, my son, you know I love you,” my father said, putting an arm around my shoulders and leading me down the small, short hallway and into our den.

“Of course,” I said with a bright smile, “I love you too.”

It was then that I noticed the man from before kneeling at our old table.

“Son, this Mr. Yasutoko, he's here with a...proposition for us,” my father said as he gestured for me to kneel across from the man.

I bowed and kneeled at the table, not really knowing what to expect.

Mr. Yasutoko bowed his head slightly and smiled at me, “I was talking to your father about the possibility of you going to work at the Okiya in a town not to far away.”

I stared at Mr. Yasutoko for awhile, blinking slowly. Then said in a very quiet voice, “Okiya? Isn't that...where the Geisha live?”

Mr. Yasutoko nodded. “Yes it is,” he said with a smile, “you are a very bright young man.”

My father kneeled down next to me, “Son, you know that I would never do anything to you that could harm you...but I have agreed to what Mr. Yasutoko asks. You are now his.”

I looked at my father, shocked to the core, “O-otoosan?” I blinked back tears, not wanting to seem weak in front of this man.

“I'm sorry but we need the money very, very badly. Please understand that this if for the best,” my father said sadly, looking down.

I felt a hand on my arm and looked up to find Mr. Yasutoko standing next to me.

“Come Chester, it is time for you to leave the life of a fisherman behind, and come with me,” he said with a small smile.

I got up slowly, still in shock that my own father had sold me, like I was just a piece of property that he didn't need anymore.

I felt a small tug on my shoulder, and finally the damn broke. Tears poured out of my eyes like the water out of a rain gutter. The crystal like tears rolled down my cheeks and down my neck to meet their demise in the fabric of my shirt.

I don't even remember ever leaving the only home I ever knew, what I do remember is being put into the back of a small truck, and having a blanket draped over my head to protect me from the cold. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my brother Taro run up to the truck from the shoreline.

“Where are you taking my little brother?!” he yelled loudly, as I reached out with my skinny arms towards him.

“Oniisan!” I cried, trying to reach out for him, “ONIISAN!” It was too late, the small truck was already making its way down the dirt path, and away from my old home.

I saw Taro try to run after the truck before he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder that belong to my father, I didn't hear what he said to Taro, but it made him stop running after the truck and just watch as I was slowly pulled from his life.

“ONIISAN! I wont ever forget you! I'll come back! I promise!” I called out as I stood up in the back of the truck, tempted to jump but knowing it was useless. I was being forcefully removed from my home, removed from my fathers love, and from the only town I've ever known.

The rain started to fall, I found it ironic that the weather seemed to be reflecting my mood. It was like the clouds were sad that I was being forced into a life that I didn't even want.

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I pulled the blanket closer to my small body, shivering from the cold rain and the cruel wind that cooled me right down to my bones. I had been sitting in the back of the truck, having the rain fall on my head for what seemed like years, when in fact it had only been two hours.

The truck finally came to a stop in front of an old building that was two stories tall and had small lamps that lit up the tiny porch, under those lights, a small Japanese woman stood, holding a umbrella in one hand and a cain in the other.

Mr. Yasutoko came to the back of the truck and opened the little gate, reached out with his arms and wrapped them around me gently.

I was pulled to his chest and carried over to the lady standing on the front steps. She looked at me, and pursed her lips together. I bet I was a pitiful site, my eyes were red from all the crying I had done on the ride here, I was shivering from the cold, and my nose was red from the harsh wind.

“He sure isn't what I was expecting,” the lady said, looking me in the eye.

“Well, he isn't Japanese, as I told you. But he is a very hard worker and he doesn't say much,” Mr. Yasutoko stated.

The lady nodded, “Alright, set him down.”

Mr. Yasutoko put me down on my feet and I swayed there, almost passing out from the cold.

“Thank you Mr. Yasutoko, I'll be sure to keep you updated on his progress,” I heard the lady say from somewhere above me.

There was a hand on my head and I was lead into the warm and well lit hallway of the Okiya.

“Welcome to you're new home, young one. There are many rules that you'll have to learn before the end of the day tomorrow, but for now, I suggest you rest up and forget about the life you lead before you came here,” the lady said softly, leaning on her cain looking down at me.

I nodded, not saying anything and not daring to look her in the eye.

“Very well, now up those stairs with you. You room is going to be the second one on the left, it's not too big, but as a servant you don't need a very big room. And don't be loud when you get up there, Mother wouldn't like it very much if you wake her up,” she said and lightly tapped her cain against my back.

I numbly walked up the stairs, still not believing that within a matter of second, my life had changed forever. I knew that it would never the be same again, I'd never be the careless boy I was before. I was now a servant at the Okiya in Kyoto.

I sighed softly and opened the door to the room I'd be spending the rest of my life in, wishing that I was able to take my clothes with me, even my little stuffed bear I've had since I was a baby, but I was so quickly removed from my home that I didn't have time to grab anything.

The small room I stepped into wasn't at all what I was expecting. There was only a dresser, a dressing table, and a futon that was laying in the middle of the room. The walls looked like they had used to be white, but had yellowed from age.

Flopping down on the small futon that was laying in the middle of the room, I looked out of the window and watched the rain hit the glass, and wondered to myself, what I had done to deserve this.

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Translations:

Otoosan=Father

Oniisan=big brother

Otootosan=little brother

Well that's it for the first chapter of this story, I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! I'm so hyper right now I just want to write and write and write!

Ja-Ne for now!

-Vampire Princess