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I know this may seem a bit random, but just let me have my fun ok?

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Atlas slowly approached the new geisha house that opened in Death City. Ever since it had opened a few weeks before, he had a bad feeling about this place. He had left his wife and his child, telling them he had a errand to run and would be back soon. Besides, if he had told his wife that he was going to pay a visit to the geisha house, she would kill him. He walked into the door, and was greeted by at least 2 geisha.

“Welcome, do you have a reservation with us?” they asked, as if they had practiced this a million times. He just smiled a sly smile and looked to the ladies.

“No, I do not, but I wish to speak with who is in charge…” he said in a calm and collected voice. The geisha just looked at each other a bit confused.

“I am sorry, she was already claimed by a Danna, she is on special reserve with him alone…” one of them said. Atlas really didn’t care ad waved one of his hands to them.

“Not what I meant…I would like to talk business with them…” he explained. The girls looked a bit more confused.

“I am the one who runs this geisha house….” A beautifully soothing voice said coming up from behind the two geisha. The voice was that from a beautiful woman, who’s kimono was just as beautiful as herself. She carried herself very gracefully, like she was not human, but a goddess. She walked right to Atlas and held out her arm for him to hook his in. “Shall we talk in a quieter, private room?” she asked. Atlas knew how to play this game. He hooks his arm with hers and walked with her as she led him into a back room, far away from any of the geisha activities. Atlas looked in each room, watching every man practically fall over themselves to impress the geisha. His eyes fell on one room, where a familiar face sat.

“Zaman?” he asked himself right before he was lead into the room. The geisha closed the sliding door shut and turned back to him.

“Well well, look who decided to grace this geisha house with their presence. What is it you want…Atlas, the evil wizard….” Her voice was a bit harsher, almost hit like a knife. Atlas folded his arms and chuckled.

“Look who is talking.” He responded. “As I recall, you were in the same position as I was not too long ago…” Ayaka walked to her kitchenette and began to Brue some tea for the two of them.

“I was, until I was freed from that wretched thing. It was fun at first, but after the first 100 or so years, it gets old…” she said, pouring two cups. Atlas looked out the window of the room.

“What are you planning here Ayaka? Why this town? Why now?” he questioned. Atlas just wanted to get down to the bottom of why this kishin egg and her partner had come into his peaceful little town. Ayaka giggled a bit as she came back toward him with both cups of tea.

“Atlas, you are straight to the point kind of guy aren’t you? My daughter geisha would find you a very handsome challenge indeed…”

“Just answer the questions,” Atlas demanded. Ayaka looked sharply at him, as if the challenge had been accepted.

“All things in good time my dear Atlas, you must not rush the harvest before the crop…” she smiled very slyly. Atlas became slightly annoyed.

“Indeed, but if I do not want a rotten harvest. I would rather nip it in the bud.” He struck back. Ayaka’s eyes just rested on him for a moment while she thought for a moment. She set her tea down and slid it onto the table. She gracefully stood, as most geisha’s did and went to the other side of the table and sat down right beside of him and placed her hand on his upper thigh.

“You would really want to nip a flower in the bud before it blooms into something beautiful?” She asked in a soft, velvety voice. Atlas knew what she was doing, and he didn’t like it. He stood up and took a few steps away from her, going to the window.

“Who let you out of your binding Ayaka?” he demanded this time. Ayaka really didn’t like how he was speaking to her, nor did she want to answer.

“Atlas…I know you know how I feel to finally be free…and now I am taking out my revenge…on all of those who wronged me…I had hoped that you of all people would understand.” She paused and stood up, walking to him yet again as she got her fan out and waved it a bit. “My Danna and I…we will rule the world together…and there is a special place in that world, for a powerful wicked wizard.” She smiled, and pressed her body onto his more. Atlas placed his hands into his pockets, and he looked away.

“I do not want to be ruled by anyone, and I happen to like the situation I am in now….I am giving you a chance to leave now, before I kill you.” His voice was now cold and distant. Ayaka just fanned her face, and tried once more.

“Come on, now is your chance to get revenge on those who imprisoned you…” her smile curled in an elegant but evil way. Atlas just sighed, trying to stay calm.

“Give it up, all of it! I want you out of my town and leave my family alone.” He demanded yet again. Akaya’s eyes dulled, she backed away and then headed to her dresser drawer. She just pulled a box out and turned to him again; she opened it and pulled out a very fancy, yet old hair pin. It had just an oval porcelain decoration, with 3 loose ends, 2 of them were wavy sheets of thin metal this shined in the light, the last part was also a thin piece of metal, but it was shaped more like a swirl than a wave. Ayaka looked down at the item, with admiration, yet hate at the same time.

“This item was my home for 245 years…I had finally been set free….and I have no plans of going back into this cramp little piece of shit…” her language fell from her high horse geisha, to a potty mouth sailor. Atlas sensed the fury coming out of her and her soul change; he braced himself for a huge fight. Ayaka quickly threw the pin, aimed in-between Atlas’s eyes. He smiled and caught the pin with his hand and held it up for her to see.

“It seems you got rusty in your old age…” he stated, hoping that she would be intimidated. He noticed that this seemed a bit familiar. He also noticed that Ayaka was just grinning ear to ear. The pin began to glow, and with that, it all came back to him. This was a very distant memory, yet he relived it every day since then. It was the memory of when he was sealed away in the spell book. He heard Ayaka whisper the magic words as he dropped the pin, but it was too late. He felt his body slowly being sucked into the pin right before it hit the ground. It was all very quick, and it soon got quiet. Ayaka laughed and went to pick the pin up. She cupped it in her hand as she examined it.

“Do not worry my dear Atlas, I will let you back out once you have come to your senses…but I the mean time, it seems I must exact your revenge for you…” she chuckled as she slipped the pin into her hair. She went to check herself in the mirror and gracefully exited to greet her guests.

Description
I know this may seem a bit random, but just let me have my fun ok?

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Atlas slowly approached the new geisha house that opened in Death City. Ever since it had opened a few weeks before, he had a bad feeling about this place. He had left his wife and his child, telling them he had a errand to run and would be back soon. Besides, if he had told his wife that he was going to pay a visit to the geisha house, she would kill him. He walked into the door, and was greeted by at least 2 geisha.

“Welcome, do you have a reservation with us?” they asked, as if they had practiced this a million times. He just smiled a sly smile and looked to the ladies.

“No, I do not, but I wish to speak with who is in charge…” he said in a calm and collected voice. The geisha just looked at each other a bit confused.

“I am sorry, she was already claimed by a Danna, she is on special reserve with him alone…” one of them said. Atlas really didn’t care ad waved one of his hands to them.

“Not what I meant…I would like to talk business with them…” he explained. The girls looked a bit more confused.

“I am the one who runs this geisha house….” A beautifully soothing voice said coming up from behind the two geisha. The voice was that from a beautiful woman, who’s kimono was just as beautiful as herself. She carried herself very gracefully, like she was not human, but a goddess. She walked right to Atlas and held out her arm for him to hook his in. “Shall we talk in a quieter, private room?” she asked. Atlas knew how to play this game. He hooks his arm with hers and walked with her as she led him into a back room, far away from any of the geisha activities. Atlas looked in each room, watching every man practically fall over themselves to impress the geisha. His eyes fell on one room, where a familiar face sat.

“Zaman?” he asked himself right before he was lead into the room. The geisha closed the sliding door shut and turned back to him.

“Well well, look who decided to grace this geisha house with their presence. What is it you want…Atlas, the evil wizard….” Her voice was a bit harsher, almost hit like a knife. Atlas folded his arms and chuckled.

“Look who is talking.” He responded. “As I recall, you were in the same position as I was not too long ago…” Ayaka walked to her kitchenette and began to Brue some tea for the two of them.

“I was, until I was freed from that wretched thing. It was fun at first, but after the first 100 or so years, it gets old…” she said, pouring two cups. Atlas looked out the window of the room.

“What are you planning here Ayaka? Why this town? Why now?” he questioned. Atlas just wanted to get down to the bottom of why this kishin egg and her partner had come into his peaceful little town. Ayaka giggled a bit as she came back toward him with both cups of tea.

“Atlas, you are straight to the point kind of guy aren’t you? My daughter geisha would find you a very handsome challenge indeed…”

“Just answer the questions,” Atlas demanded. Ayaka looked sharply at him, as if the challenge had been accepted.

“All things in good time my dear Atlas, you must not rush the harvest before the crop…” she smiled very slyly. Atlas became slightly annoyed.

“Indeed, but if I do not want a rotten harvest. I would rather nip it in the bud.” He struck back. Ayaka’s eyes just rested on him for a moment while she thought for a moment. She set her tea down and slid it onto the table. She gracefully stood, as most geisha’s did and went to the other side of the table and sat down right beside of him and placed her hand on his upper thigh.

“You would really want to nip a flower in the bud before it blooms into something beautiful?” She asked in a soft, velvety voice. Atlas knew what she was doing, and he didn’t like it. He stood up and took a few steps away from her, going to the window.

“Who let you out of your binding Ayaka?” he demanded this time. Ayaka really didn’t like how he was speaking to her, nor did she want to answer.

“Atlas…I know you know how I feel to finally be free…and now I am taking out my revenge…on all of those who wronged me…I had hoped that you of all people would understand.” She paused and stood up, walking to him yet again as she got her fan out and waved it a bit. “My Danna and I…we will rule the world together…and there is a special place in that world, for a powerful wicked wizard.” She smiled, and pressed her body onto his more. Atlas placed his hands into his pockets, and he looked away.

“I do not want to be ruled by anyone, and I happen to like the situation I am in now….I am giving you a chance to leave now, before I kill you.” His voice was now cold and distant. Ayaka just fanned her face, and tried once more.

“Come on, now is your chance to get revenge on those who imprisoned you…” her smile curled in an elegant but evil way. Atlas just sighed, trying to stay calm.

“Give it up, all of it! I want you out of my town and leave my family alone.” He demanded yet again. Akaya’s eyes dulled, she backed away and then headed to her dresser drawer. She just pulled a box out and turned to him again; she opened it and pulled out a very fancy, yet old hair pin. It had just an oval porcelain decoration, with 3 loose ends, 2 of them were wavy sheets of thin metal this shined in the light, the last part was also a thin piece of metal, but it was shaped more like a swirl than a wave. Ayaka looked down at the item, with admiration, yet hate at the same time.

“This item was my home for 245 years…I had finally been set free….and I have no plans of going back into this cramp little piece of shit…” her language fell from her high horse geisha, to a potty mouth sailor. Atlas sensed the fury coming out of her and her soul change; he braced himself for a huge fight. Ayaka quickly threw the pin, aimed in-between Atlas’s eyes. He smiled and caught the pin with his hand and held it up for her to see.

“It seems you got rusty in your old age…” he stated, hoping that she would be intimidated. He noticed that this seemed a bit familiar. He also noticed that Ayaka was just grinning ear to ear. The pin began to glow, and with that, it all came back to him. This was a very distant memory, yet he relived it every day since then. It was the memory of when he was sealed away in the spell book. He heard Ayaka whisper the magic words as he dropped the pin, but it was too late. He felt his body slowly being sucked into the pin right before it hit the ground. It was all very quick, and it soon got quiet. Ayaka laughed and went to pick the pin up. She cupped it in her hand as she examined it.

“Do not worry my dear Atlas, I will let you back out once you have come to your senses…but I the mean time, it seems I must exact your revenge for you…” she chuckled as she slipped the pin into her hair. She went to check herself in the mirror and gracefully exited to greet her guests.