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"Stray"

Chapter 2: Sight

That was just torture. Absolute fucking torture. Mangetsu released a heavy sigh as he climbed out of the shower. Suigetsu had fallen asleep in his bed last night and caused the snow-haired teen to have some interesting dreams.

"Ahh 'niki" Suigetsu moaned beneath him. Mangetsu stroked at the boy's unmatured length, giggling at the look of pure ecstacy etched on his face. "Do you like this Sui?" The boy nodded and bit back another moan as Mangetsu increased his pace...

FUCK! Now was not the time to be fantasizing about Suigetsu. Zabuza was supposed to be taking him out to the village today to run some "errands". Horrible disgusting errands that undoubtedly involved horrible disgusting people.

A surprisingly gentle knock came from his bedroom door. "Mangetsu are you ready yet?" The teen smiled to himself. It seemed as if Zabuza was in a good mood this morning. "I'll be out in a sec." He rushed out of the bathroom and threw on a pair of black skinny jeans and a dark grey tank, making sure not to wake his sleeping brother.

"Oh, good morning Lord Zabuza" a young red-haired girl welcomed as he and Mangetsu entered a small tea shop. Mangetsu had never even known of this place, but it was clear his master had been here on serveral occasions. Either that or he had already fucked the ginger bitch.

Zabuza was mostly known by name and reputation. He ran his business underground and had more henchmen than the teen could keep track of. He rarely showed his face around town. Few people could put a name to the face, and even fewer had actually seen his whole face; he wore bandages around his mouth and nose to "create a tough appearance".

"So Mangetsu", he began trying to unease the boy, "I want you to know that your client for tonight is very special." Mangetsu furrowed his brow. "How so?" Zabuza took a sip of his citrus tea and cleared his throat. "He is a dear friend of mine, a brother almost. He's returned to the village for a visit, and I'd like you to make his stay here very pleasurable." Mangetsu averted his eyes. "Of course my Lord."

Zabuza reached across the table and cupped the boy's chin in his hands. "Mangetsu, please don't be so melancholy." He rubbed the soft pale cheek with his thumb gazing into those amethyst orbs. Zabuza could be a nice guy if he really wanted to. But then again, he never really seemed to want to.

The demon retracted his hand and drank his tea once more, fueling an awkward silence. Mangetsu lightly sipped his ginger tea, slightly cringing at the bitterness. Zabuza chuckled internally at the boy's behavior before slamming his cup down on the table. "You know what, I think we should get you something nice to wear for tonight." Mangetsu perked up; Zabuza rarely took him shopping anymore. "That sounds fine" he replied, trying to hide his excitement.

"Come on let me in. I want to see it." Mangetsu slowly undid the lock to his dressing room stall. Zabuza entered, closing and locking the door behind him. Mangetsu was dressed in an incredibly tight pair of black leather pants and a skin-tight purple v-neck. The outfit screamed more punk-rock than prostitute, but he honestly prefered it that way. "Well don't you look sexy."

Mangetsu blushed as the demon wrapped his arms around his lower back. Zabuza was in an incredibly good mood today. His client for tonight was probably rich, otherwise his master would've picked one of his other whores for the job. But Mangetsu was special to him, and he would let only the highest bidder spend a night with the boy.

"So is this what you want?" Zabuza asked running his rough calloused fingers through Mangetsu's long white silk. It was a simple question, but the teen took a moment to answer. Zabuza was of course referring to the clothes, but he couldn't help but think beyond that. Was this the life he really wanted? "Yes, master" he replied with a small smile.

The two entered the luxury hotel where Zabuza's friend was staying at. The ceiling was incredibly high and supported by Roman-style columns, and the floor was completely made of granite. His client was obviously rich, but had good taste.

As the two entered the elevator Zabuza pulled out a strip of thick black cloth. "For tonight and most likely every other night you spend with this man, you will be blindfolded." Mangetsu took the cloth and wrapped it over his eyes. There was no way he'd be able to see anything that happened to him. He had a couple clients in the past that blindfolded him but he usually got to see their faces first. For whatever reason Zabuza's friend did not want to be seen.

They exited the elevator and the demon led Mangetsu about 50 feet down the hall and stopped in front of the client's room. There was a quick tinkling of some chain locks being undone and the sound of a door creaking open.

"Zabuza my man, what's up?" The men exchanged handshakes and no doubt money as the elder Hozuki stood in silence. Zabuza placed a hand on the teen's shoulder. "This is Mangetsu." "Uhm, hello." He smiled sweetly and gave a nervous wave. If he wasn't blindfolded he was sure the fear in his eyes would be apparent. His thoughts were broken when a warm-hearted chuckle erupted from the strange man. "My my, he is very cute." Well, this guy didn't seem too bad. "Please take good care of him. I'll be back in an hour." Zabuza ruffled his silky white hair and took his leave.

The mystery man took Mangetsu's hand and led him into the room, closing the door behind the two. It felt very spacious and was no doubt adorned with the most exquisite furnishings.

The warmth from the stranger's hand vanished from his and reappeared on Mangetsu's round shoulder. "Like I said before, you are very cute." His voice was deep yet gentle, and Mangetsu was confused by the man's kindness. He smiled nonetheless. "T-thank you" he stuttered giving the man a small bow. He felt warmth advance closer to his face as the man placed a light kiss on his lips.

Something about this guy was different, Mangetsu could tell. He was caring and well mannered, very unlike his previous clients. The teen swallowed, his thoat dry from nervousness. Hopefully the man would stay this way.

His hand was taken again and he let himself be guided to the bed. Mangetsu sat down and immediately removed his new shirt, being extremely careful not to disturb the blindfold. The client laughed his jolly laugh and sat down next to him, wrapping his arm around the boy's feminine frame. "That's not what I'm here for" he muttered as Mangetsu went to remove his pants. The teen turned to face him, his dumbfounded expression mostly hidden by the restrictive cloth. "You're a sweet boy Mangetsu."

The man pulled him down to lay on his broad chest. There was just something so different, and so amazing about this situation that Mangetsu didn't know what to think. Normally he would be handcuffed, gagged and or beaten senseless by his clients. But this man, this sweet gentle man, just wanted to cuddle. Mangetsu tentatively wrapped his arms around the man and sunk into his torso, his stomach in a fit of fluttering. The only other time he felt like this was with Suigetsu.

"You are just so cute" the man repeated. He didn't really know what else to say. Mangetsu shivered as he felt his client's hand gently rub up and down his bare back. "Oh I'm sorry, is this uncomfortable?" Mangetsu shook his head no and snuggled back up to the man's chest, enjoying the way his other hand played with the long white locks.

It was definitely weird to be on the recieving end of such care and affection, but in a good way. It was about damn time somebody showed him some love around here, even if it was paid for. Zabuza had claimed in the past that he put Mangetsu in these situations because he loved him. But was that what love really was? Hurting the ones closest to you?

"Oh, would you look at that." Mangetsu turned his head towards the sound of the man's voice but of course couldn't see anything. He felt the client's large, rough hands cup his delicate cheeks. "Our time is up." He sounded solemn and lonely, and Mangetsu felt bad for the guy. If it were up to him he would've spent the night in the guy's arms.

The man kissed him again and rubbed those pale plush lips with his thumb. "Goodnight, Mangetsu. Until next time." The teen faintly blushed as he was handed back the shirt he discarded. "Goodnight uhm... sir." The man chuckled. "Kisame. You can call me Kisame." "Okay. Well goodnight, Kisame."

When Mangetsu returned home, he was disappointed to find his bed empty. "I told Haku to make sure the brat stayed in his room tonight. You need to be well rested." Zabuza loomed in the doorway, a twinge of annoyance in his voice. "You have another session with my friend tommorrow. I don't want you to be distracted by your troublesome brother." "Yes my Lord." Mangetsu bowed slightly, and as he straightened himself he noticed a strange look in his master's chocolate eyes. Was that a look of jealousy?

Author's Note: Well here it is, the beginning of the 5 Senses Arc. The sense for this chapter, if you couldn't tell, was sight. Why would Kisame not want to be seen?

The rest of the arc will focus on the other senses: sound, smell, touch and taste, one per chapter. That's most likely the order they will appear in.

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