Thread: Moving with the Times [Goatse and Kawa and Japan, ohmy!]

There was something profoundly wrong about this afternoon. There was something different, and something certainly couldn't be right. Most of this man's thoughts and feelings were based on superstition and tradition. He knew that there was a bad air about him. For when he was combing his hair in the morning, the item broke clear in half. Such a thing had caused him to hurriedly run off to the temple, begging them for what to do with the item. They kept it and disposed of it in a proper way, and he had returned home still rather worried. It wasn't enough that he had gotten a bad luck omen, but he realized that... well, that bothersome Westerner was coming this very day. What had made things worse, was the fact that when he walked into his home, he realized the vase he had contained four flowers, as opposed to the eight he recalled putting in earlier. Sighing nervously, he had quickly plucked one out, throwing it outside quickly. Three, that wasn't so bad, four though... four made him increasingly nervous. This couldn't be good, perhaps he shouldn't have listened to his companion when they had conspired to use this visitor as a way to gain knowledge on the Westerners. Genkei, Koichi's companion, would certainly be contacted later that day. He couldn't go without telling him about every single omen he had. This was far too worrisome to just abandon and forget about. He certainly wouldn't be telling the westerner about such things either. Suddenly though, he had heard someone approaching, causing the young man to swallow a bit. Being a kabuki dancer, one could easily tell that in his quick fluid movement towards the entrance. He wasn't looking forward to this, which could be clean in the etched worry of his brows. Sliding the panel open, he had looked to his new guest, feigning a look of relief. A slight bow was his greeting, forcing himself to offer a proper greeting. Welcome to my home, I would be honored to have you. His accent was thick, and he was a bit difficult to understand, but at least he was able to form an understandable sentence in this language. He hated learning it, but he knew that he had no other choice. The clothing he had worn looked surprisingly expensive, and it seemed as though he was living in wealth. Such things he could afford with famous in the arts, as seen by his feminine features. He was born to be an onnagata, he had nothing else he could be in life. Though, he wasn't exactly disappointed by fate, he enjoyed the popularity he had gained from it. My name is Koichi. The young man spoke simply, his dark locks pulled back tightly, barely moving as he turned his head suddenly. Come in. Glaring down at the man's feet suddenly, he continued, Take your shoes off. Now. Koichi didn't feel like making small talk, he knew it would be forced either way. If the barbarian wanted to talk, he would indicate as much. Till then, this actor would just keep quiet, allowing him to at least stay in his home... as long as he didn't mess anything up. He didn't even bother greeting the man that came with his new occupant, he had no reason to. The young actor didn't feel like spending more time than he needed to in this situation.