Whelp after some time I have decided to continue with this story. Hope you guys enjoy
Tim wanted nothing more than to wring that little shit's neck for his bad behaviour during the shoot. How dare he act like that when he had given him a job with a half decent wage? He was furious but he made an attempt to calm himself before speaking to the kid, Kankuro looked apprehensive and nervous. "Calm yourself Tim, some people will pay good money to watch that clip" Tim pondered before setting his sites on Kakashi who was in the process of getting dressed.
"Why are you still here Kakashi? Get to your next shoot now or Ill dock your pay!"
Kakashi simply rolled his eyes and fastened his pants; his boss was always a little edgy when a shoot didn't go the way he planned and this waxing one was way off the original script. Tim was a fool if he expected Kankuro to play the submissive twink, he was a shinobi of the Sand, it just wasn't in his nature to lie down and take it without a fight. Kakashi knew after years of working for his sadistic boss that he would either give the younger shinobi leading roles or force him to submit to every Tom, Dick and Harry that worked in the brothel, the latter being the likely outcome. Once again he found himself pitying the sand shinobi.
"See you later Kankuro." The older shinobi bided his farewell and headed for next job, he worried as to what punishment Tim had in store. He could handle almost anything the Brothel had to offer due to his experience but it could be too much for a newbie to take.
A sense of complete awkwardness filled Kankuro as he glared at Tim, almost daring him to berate him. Being the Kazekage's son, Kankuro was often told off and beaten by his mentors to ensure he became a calculating, hardened Shinobi. However Tim was completely different to his past tutors as the Sand Nin was about to find out. Instead of being battered for not implementing self discipline, he was greeted with a wide grin and praise
"Pretty good for your first shoot kid, I can see you being a real money maker if you keep doing what you do."
The expression on Kankuro's face was priceless, it was a mix of shock, confusion and disbelief, was Tim really happy with what he did? "Erm... aren't you pissed that I tried to attack Kakashi?" He tensed ready for a surprise attack.
"Very... but you will learn the more you do," he winked and threw his arm around Kankuro and presented him with a white envelope, "Now then, here is your wage for your time and I want you to be here again in two days time alright boyo" Tim began pushing Kankuro out the room "But..wait, wha-."
"Shush boy, and don't think too much into it or else you'll get a headache, just enjoy your first wage and that free wax." Tim slapped Kankuro's bum and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
He flinched slightly at the contact but soon his attention was focused on the small white envelope that Tim had passed to him, his first wage in his new job, it felt as though it had a few notes inside which confused Kankuro , he couldn't understand why Tim was being so nice to him after he made such a show of himself and even praised him, he was sure he wouldn't get paid for his performance but he was wrong, "Thanks Tim, so what time should I get here for?" he gingerly asked, feeling a sense of gratitude towards the older man.
"Around 9ish at night, oh and make sure you exfoliate where you've been waxed, I wouldn't want any ingrown hairs to mark your flawless skin." He held Kankuro's face in his hand, slowly encircling his thumb over his cheeks and then across his lips, he edged closer as if he was going to kiss him. Kankuro's breather sped up and his skin felt aflame with embarrassment, their lips were so close when the all too familiar sound of acrylics nails tapping against a keyboard brought the two men back into the room.
"Errrr..."
"Haha kiddo I'll see you in two days time," Tim chuckled
"Err yeah sure, see ya." Kankuro hesitatingly glanced at Tim and then to the annoyed receptionist before letting out a nervous chuckle and exiting the Brothel. Once outside Kankuro attempted to regain himself, he was shaking and his heart beat pounded in his ear.
"What the hell just happened?" he couldn't believe what had transpired that night; his skin became unusually sensitive as if to remind him of the painful waxing. He rubbed his temples and thanked the gods that be that his usual outfit and gear covered his body which was now hairless. He would never live it down if the other guys took the piss out of him for being shaven. Composing himself he took a breath of the night air and began to make his way home.
"Sharon, book that kid in for a prostate exam in two days time." Tim informed his receptionist and she set to work typing in a time and date
"You seem to be attached to him more than the other actors... hmmm is he your new toy boy? Have you broken the old one already haha," The women sneered at the director with a sinister chuckle. Tim mirrored her expression with a glint of malevolence. "Nah nothing like that, he's just some new, untainted meat for me to play with, I'm going to have a lot of fun breaking him."
Sharon stopped typing and laughed, "don't break him too soon, he looks like he can make you a few bucks and maybe I can get a pay rise. "She winked
"Of course ha, anyway I must be off; these meat bags need my artistic guidance, ciao."
The smell of cooking was present within the Kazekage's home when Kankuro arrived, he kicked off his shoes and began to make his way to his room, and while the smell was making him hungry he wanted to take a bath to rid himself of the left over wax and shame. He had also completely forgotten about envelope that held the earnings of his shame within, he folded it while he reached for his door. However the fates were not on his side as his beloved sister caught him before he could slip away. Reluctantly he looked at her and if he wasn't so mentally exhausted he would've found this situation highly amusing but instead he was grouchy and irritable. There stood the meanest kunoichi in Suna, dressed like a well behaved house wife with an apron wrapped round her slim waist and a frying pan in hand, not to mention it was 'his' cooking apron she was adorning.
"Where do you think you're going little brother? I've cooked you dinner and made you some tea after a hard day's work come and eat it while it's hot." Temari's face was plastered with the fakest grin Kankuro had ever seen and her tone seemed too sweet and sickly to ever have been created by his sister. Something was up. His sister was never this nice unless he was mortally injured or she felt utter pity on him, wait...'a hard day's work?' Did she know about his new job! How? Who Told her? Gaara? He wouldn't, would he?
"You know you don't have to ignore me? I make you dinner and you don't even try to look happy, you are so ungrateful Kankuro I don't know why I bother, it's on the table if you want it baka!" Temari huffed as she left her brother to wallow.
He stood there in awe, what had come over his sister? He decided to take her up on her offer; it wasn't every day that someone would cook for him. Stuffing his wage packet into his pants he headed for the kitchen.
As Kankuro approached he could hear chit chat and general conversation being emitted from the room, a weird circumstance considering Gaara hardly spoke and Temari would often take her meal to her room or eat out. Soon he found the cause of the strange events when he entered the kitchen. Sitting there was no other than his sisters 'lover' Shikamaru.
"Well don't just stand there like a dummy and come and sit with us." Temari smiled sweetly but she really wanted to pummel her little brother for acting so weird in front of their guest.
"I get it now, I wondered why you were being so nice and actually acting like lady, its cause you're trying to impress your boyfriend," Kankuro smirked at his sister and saw Shikamaru smiling slightly knowing full well that Temari was indeed acting up.
A large crack could be heard as Temari's folded fan cracked on Kankuro's skull, "BAKA! I only wanted a nice family meal, just sit down, shut up and eat your dinner, it's getting cold." She removed her weapon and sat down to her meal. Kankuro scowled as he rubbed his sore head and glared at Shikamaru who was sniggering to himself over the family dispute. Gaara raised a nonexistent eyebrow over his siblings but didn't look up from the report he was writing on.
Ignoring his headache Kankuro slumped into his chair and looked at the bowl of limp and lifeless noodles that awaited him. His sister wasn't one to cook and this proved why, he normally cooked their meals when he was home so he guessed she either hadn't had much practise or she didn't like to cook. But alas he knew Temari was smitten over the leaf shinobi and he also knew that Shikamaru was a traditional type of guy that thought men and women had their own roles to fill, the men would be the bread winners and the women stayed at home and looked after the home and children. When Kankuro first discovered the lazy ninja's views he did everything in his power to prevent his sister from falling for him including framing him for sticking blue food colouring in Temari's shampoo. However as he got to know Shikamaru he realised that he wasn't a controlling chauvinistic pig as he originally thought , but a decent bloke that hated the thought of women working and getting kidnapped, raped, tortured or worse. In fact he seemed to respect women more than most of the guys in Suna, and even more than the puppet master himself. So Kankuro couldn't help but be thankful that his sister was swooning after a guy like him, even if he was extremely lazy and laidback.
Kankuro scoffed at his sister's attempts to be the good housewife and smiled as he ate his extremely bland and sloppy noodles, thinking of Temari trying to appease Shikamaru, even if he didn't seem too bothered about the taste or texture of the meal. All of them sat in peaceful silence as they tucked in but without the bustle of conversation, Kankuro soon began to feel the uncomfortable sensation of being hairless creep in. His skin felt too sensitive as it brushed against his tight fitting clothes and parts of his skin were still sticky were some of the wax hadn't come off. His privates felt the worst as they were now completely hairless, an unpleasant draft swirled around them and the puppet Nin shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"So how was your first day in work, Kankuro?" Temari piped up after seeing her bother in discomfort, she couldn't imagine what he must have done to be squirming in pain like that. She did feel a pang of guilt for dragging him to dinner; he probably wanted nothing more than to lie in bed. She gave a reassuring smile to her little brother as his face screwed up. While she acted like a bully to him she was immensely proud that he had gone out of his way to find a second job. She knew the wages for a shinobi were piss poor due to the times of peace but she could manage as Gaara had promoted her to assistant manager for the Kazekage as well as being a captain, unfortunately Kankuro was kept at being just a captain ,which wasn't enough to live on, what with the lack of jobs for shinobi. But now he had finally found a job which gave him more than enough.
Kankuro held his look of shock in as his eyes darted from his sister to Gaara; did his brother tell their sister that he was working in the brothel?! 'How could he do this to me?'
"Erm... Kankuro? Did something go wrong, did you get sacked?" real concern was preset in Temari's voice as she studied her brother's face.
"How do you know I got a job, Temari?" Kankuro tried to keep his annoyance from his voice; he didn't really want anyone knowing about his job let alone his older sister. Visibly shocked by the puppet master's tone, Temari paled and tried to explain without grassing up the person who had told her.
"Ah, well you see... I found out by... err...well"
"Actually I told her about your new job, I didn't realise you wanted to keep it a secret, "Kankuro glared daggers at the lazy shinobi that had piped up after his sisters stumbling. " I just said that I didn't expect someone like you to be working in a place like that, I mean it must be hard for a captain to do such tedious job." Shikamaru explained and tried to make a sweeping generalization of several jobs and hoped that Kankuro was smart enough to understand his intentions and quickly come up with a different job.
Fortunately the older shinobi had caught on to the fact that Shikamaru hadn't actually told his sister what his specific job was. Calming down slightly, Kankuro cracked a false grin and rubbed the back of his head.
"Yeah, I wanted to surprise you onee chan, I wanted to get through the week and then tell you, just in case I got fired beforehand." Kankuro gritted his teeth as he smiled, glaring at Shikamaru. Temari on the other hand blushed from her brother calling her one chan.
"I'm sorry Kankuro, I just wanted to congratulate you as all, I'm proud that you've gotten another job, so where do you work?" she smiled brightly at him.
"Hmm maybe he shouldn't tell you until he's settled in, it's only been one day, let him get used to his surroundings first. Who knows, he might not even be able to keep the job for more than a month." Shikamaru explained trying to help the Sand Sibling out. Gaara smirked to himself with the conversation, trying not to show his amusement.
"Okay then, tell me where you work once your settled in then otouto , now eat the dinner I made you knuckle head." She smirked and Kankuro smiled, tucking into his meal.
Once everyone had finished their meal, Temari cleared the table as Gaara excused himself back to his office. Shikamaru made a dash after the kunoichi but Kankuro blocked his path and held his collar.
"What the fuck was that all about? how did you find out that I was working?!" He snarled at the leaf shinobi. Shikamaru shrugged his shoulders "Asuma sensei said he saw you and I figured your sister knew about it, I wanted her opinion or at least drive up an interesting conversation, I didn't know you wanted to keep it a secret, although I can see why such a macho man like yourself wouldn't want the village to know that you're a fag." Kankuro pulled his fist back to punch the arrogant twat but the shrill voice of his sister stopped him.
"Shikamaru? Will come and help me with the dishes." He held a smug look at the puppet master." Hitting me would be a bad idea, wouldn't want me to spill the beans on your escapades would you?"
"You bastard," Kankuro pushed Shikamaru, "you better not say anything or I'll make you wish you were never born."
"Whatever, the whole thing is such a drag, she'll find out sooner or later. I don't really care, a lot of people that I know work there, I just didn't expect you to." The leaf Nin glared at Kankuro before helping Temari with the dishes.
The puppet master tsked before heading to his room. 'What a twat, he'd better not tell anyone.' For the first time since he signed his name on that contract did he realise how the job could destroy his reputation. The leaf village was open and accepting of those that were different, but here in Suna different meant punishment and divulging in gay activities was considered weird. The mentality had changed since Gaara had become the Kazekage, but there were some people that believed in the old ways and would take it upon themselves to bring 'justice' to those that displayed strange traits. Kankuro had seen the brutality first hand when he first joined the elite squadron. It was after a long day patrolling the village, all the men in Kankuro's squad made a joint decision to take their weekly showers that night. Water was scarce in the desert and all the men were rationed just one shower a week. Shower time was a social time and friends/colleges would often wash together. Being a newly formed squad the older men wanted to get to know the new recruits and especially the son of the fourth Kazekage. The men laughed and talked whilst they washed, Kankuro was having a great time indulging with his peers, his cocky accent was thick and he paraded around like he owned the placed. The rugged men enjoyed the banter with him; they were in the middle of talking about the candidates for the new Kazekage when a bald, hardened bloke threw a much younger boy to the floor in front of Kankuro and the gang. Kankuro looked at him in shock as the boy searched in a panic, his eyes pleading for help.
"Caught this faggot staring at Lakr's ass." The bald man smirked evilly at the shivering boy.
"No please, I didn't realise I as staring I was just daydreaming!" He tried to scramble away from the advancing man but to no avail on the slippery floor.
"You hear that, Saikat? This fairy was daydreaming about ass, good thing you caught him before he acted on his sick fantasies." The guy next to Kankuro heckled and stood next to Saikat. He started to pump his hard length while glaring at the boy on the floor.
"Tilak, I think we should teach this pansy a lesson, in fact why don't we all teach him a lesson boys." Suddenly most of the men surrounded the poor kid. Kankuro couldn't believe what he was witnessing, sure Suna was filled with vagabonds ad roughnecks but he would never in a million years thought that they were this cruel. The boy was only a few years older than himself, his hair was brown and shaggy, and his honey eyes pleaded with Kankuro. The puppet master couldn't risk siding with him, he couldn't take out all these jonin on his own and he didn't want to be tarnished with the same brush as a faggot. Swallowing his distaste he turned to the marbled wall of the shower/bath and closed his eyes while he washed his hair.
The screams from the boy as the guys advanced on him made Kankuro feel slightly sick but he understood the mentality as well as the importance of fitting in with the majority. Even being the Kazekage's son wouldn't protect him from the wrath of his peers.
"Hey Kankuro, you wanna go?" Saikat chuckled while he pounded into the body below. The puppet master turned to see the brown haired boy being spitroasted with tears streaming down his eyes.
Kankuro wanted nothing more than to rip those bastards off him and punch the living daylights out of them... but he couldn't, he would be slaughtered by these guys. Instead he gave a cocky remark
"Tsk, as if I'd want your sloppy seconds, Saikat." He smirked on the outside but inside he felt like scum.
The group of men howled in laughter, " haha Kankuro you fussy git." The puppet master faked a smirked and continued to wash himself.
It took a while for the guys to all finish up. They just went back to their washing once they had their way. Kankuro saw the poor boy shivering in a corner as blood pooled around him. He felt a pain in his heart as he stared at him. Risking throwing up, Kankuro wrapped a towel around is slim waist and made his way to the dressing room. He passed the shivering wreck and looked at him, he felt so much remorse for the kid but he couldn't dwell, not with his fellow ninja watching him. He just scoffed and went on his way.
Kankuro felt a bit of bile raise in his throat as he remembered the bitter memory; he sank deeper into the hot bath that he had run himself a while ago. He didn't want to remember that awful day, but with his current situation he had no choice but to relive it. Being gay wasn't a crime in Suna, but people weren't punished for openly showing their distaste or even acting on it. None of the men were dealt with after the ordeal. The kid was now a respectable jonin that didn't seem too fazed with his past but Kankuro knew better, anyone would be a little messed up after that experience. He sighed in his bath, relishing at the fact that water had become plentiful in recent years and people that were high up all had personal baths and showers.
With his train of thought going to the past he didn't realise that his sensitive skin was getting irritated by the hot water he was lying in. He squirmed slightly as his balls became uncomfortably sore. He cupped them tenderly as he felt for any damage. He relaxed slightly feeling no injures but decided not to use soap in case it aggravated his skin further.
Getting out of his bath he let his skin drip dry but towel dry his hair. Entering his main room he caught sight of the white envelope Tim had given him. Drying his hands he carefully opened it and counted the money inside, he mouth was agape as he counted 150 ryo. 150 ryo for essentially doing fuck all. Kankuro couldn't believe his eyes all that cash for sitting there, he couldn't imagine how much he'd get for actually having sex. He smiled giddily as stuffed the cash back into the envelope. Jumping on his bed whilst naked and wet he pondered about the choices he had with his life now that he was getting a decent wage. He forgot about his fears of being found out and fell into a happy slumber.
So I have decided that money in this fic will have the same worth as the dollar/pound as I'm don't have much knowledge on how much Japanese money is worth.