Suffocating Love

(Hatsumomo/Sayuri)
Part 1: "Confusion"

Sayuri's POV:

I remember it so vividly. I was fighting her, yelling at her for being the terrible witch she is.

"How dare you!" I screamed as she clasped my most prized possession in her spidery fingers- the Chairman's handkerchief.

She slipped the precious cloth under her robes,"Is this where you keep it? Next to your heart?"

"Give it back!" I leaped at her and struggled to get the small piece of cloth with little success. In the fight, I had let her gain advantage as she landed on top of my body, straddling me with a wicked, triumphant, yet some how mesmerizing smile.

She leaned down and breathed an intoxicating heat upon my lips,"Do you want this?" She smirked. "I like it," Hatsumomo stated, "I'm keeping it. I earn the money. I should get," she secured the cloth in her robi, "what I want."

And this is the part that sends my mind and soul into a pit of utter confusion.

"I'll give you anything you want! Just give me back my gift from the Chairman!"

"Anything?" she mused.

"Yes!"

She leaned down, her lips brushing mine lightly as her spider-like fingers suddenly felt like silk on my skin as they slid up my kimono. My skin got very hot and goosebumps rose on my flesh; I let out a small gasp against her lips and Hatsumomo smirked. I breathed heavily against her lips,"What-what are you-doing?"

"You said you would do anything," Hatsumomo hissed soothingly against my lips. I bit my lower lip hard and shoved my body weight up, knocking the darkly entrancing geisha off me. As she fell, her robi loosened and I took that time to slide my hand into her kimono and grab back what was rightfully mine. I then stood up and ran past her to my room and slid the door shut with extreme force. My body was trembling and my mind was screaming. 'Why had she done that?' I thought to myself.

And why did it feel so good?

I now lie face down on my futon, thoughts of the beautiful, evil temptress that is Hatsumomo. The way her hair flows, the way her skin glows, the way her fingers felt on my skin- what is happening to me? I drifted to sleep, her touch haunting me to my very core, my whole body craving it even in the clasp of sleep. I open my eyes and there she is, the wicked goddess Hatsumomo watching me sleep, smirking as my eyes met hers? "Innocent little Chiyo is not as innocent as I thought, hm?"

Hatsumomo's POV:

"Give it back!" she says.

But now why would I do something like that? Why would I give her the very thing that keeps her from being mine.

Yes, mine.

From the day I met her, there was something about those intense watery, grey eyes. Such power, such passion, such beauty hidden in those deep wells of emotion.

No one would ever accuse me of being kind to little Chiyo- that much is certain. I was scared by that feeling she aroused deep inside; the feeling that made me need to possess her. So, I covered it up with the foulest attitude I have ever projected to anyone before. I hit her, I shoved her, I pushed her to her limits.

Yet somehow she withstood.

This mere child had succeeded in taking my most intense fury. And that made me want her all the more.

Hurting her became like a drug to me. Even if I was hurting her, it produced the most angelic whimpers, her skin so soft even as it bruised under my torments. Her pleas and her gasps for freedom made me wish I could just ravish her with the raw passion that festered and boiled inside me for years.

Years.

Years of torment for both of us, came down to this one moment.

"I'll give you anything you want! Just give me back my gift from the Chairman!"

"Anything?" I said with a happy, dark undertone.

"Yes!" she replied desperately.

'Silly girl of course you are not getting this handkerchief,' my mind responded instantly, but my face did not show this answer. I would humor her. Or...

Before I could control myself, my fingers slid beneath the silk of her clothing on her thighs. I was pleased to feel how her skin molded to my touch, and, oh, she gasped. She was enjoying this. Oh, God. I would unleash my passion on her right this moment.

I would have, if not for Sayuri pushing me away- fleeing with that retched souvenir from her beloved Chairman. Ugh. I lie on the floor frustrated, furious, and hurt. A tear slips from my eye and I angrily wipe it away and lift myself from the floor, disgraced and disappointed.

"Hatsumomo, Hatsumomo...," whimpered a familiar voice.

I hurriedly yet quietly slipped near Sayuri's chamber and heard her whispering and gasping my name. I peaked in the door and her eyes were clamped shut as she dreamed of things that made her body tense. I nearly lost my balance when I spied her hands roaming her body desperately for her kimono had been removed for the night, only a thin layer of silk between her skin and my eyes.

I couldn't stand it any longer. I needed to be closer. I slipped into her sleeping chamber, quietly opening and quickly closing the door. I leaned casually against the wall, studying how angel's sleep when they have demonic dreams. It was quite entertaining. As she began to say my name continuously, getting slightly louder each time, her desperate eyes met mind and my lips twitched up into a smirk. "Innocent little Chiyo is not as innocent as I thought, hm?"

She blushed, but didn't speak. My playful look disappeared, "Sayuri. Tell me what you were dreaming."

"No," she whispered defiantly in the cover of night.

I hissed, "I wasn't asking. You will tell me. Now."

Sayuri bit her lip as I crossed my arms waiting for a reply. I love how she chews on her lips when I make her uncomfortable. Hm. She was taking a long time to answer. I'm not a patient person.