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Chapter Three:
And the Morning After:
"You're some kind of special."
The words were whispered, but for all the good they did his pounding head the girl murmuring them in his ear might as well as taken a hammer to his skull. Sasuke grun-
Was that a hand slowly snaking down his chest?
His naked chest?
He tried to think. Well, think as much as he could in between the waves of nausea and desire. One brought on by trough of whiskey, and the other the result of some rather dexterous fingers tracing patterns on his lower abdomen.
The last thing Sasuke remembered was looking down at the cloudy upturned bottom of an empty bottle. What he couldn't quite recall was if it was bottle number 3 or 4. He groaned. What was wrong with him? This was a greenhorn mistake at best. When you lived in that tiny crawl space between danger and death you didn't just drop your guard when the bad caught up to you. It was this place. This town. Konoha.
Being back here did things to his mind that he would do well without. But where else could he go? At least here there was some semblance of normal, not that his life was ever normal. Growing up the second son of the Sheriff Fugaku Uchiha and little brother of the prodigy Itachi Uchiha didn't exactly inspire what some of the small-minded Konoha citizens would consider 'conventional.' His younger life was a teeter totter; going back and forth between the empty attempts sure to outshine his brother's shadow and then the receiving of punishments befitting his failures to do so. It wasn't news to him that Fugaku conceded Sasuke to be the disappointment to Itachi's excellence. Sasuke could see the bitterness in his father's eyes every time the sheriff managed to pull his gaze away from the pedestal he built Itachi up on and cast it down to the hole Sasuke seemed to forever reside in. Of course it didn't help Sasuke's cause that he threw himself, happily, into every dangerous situation he could wiggle into; literally if that time he got stuck in the well behind his families ranch house was any indication. Despite all that he would trade anything to take that night away. That horrible night he lost his childhood, his family, everything; sending his life into a downward spiral that left him waking hungover in an unfamiliar bed being molested by unfamiliar hands.
He shivered.
"That's right, darlin'. I'm gonna make all your dreams come tru-" Her sultry purr ended in a squeal when Sasuke grabbed her shoulders and pushed. Hard.
Now the Uchiha men made a point to pass on the golden adage that one does not lift a hand to a woman, in anger or otherwise, but damn if the chit wasn't annoying. He felt an odd satisfaction as he heard her tumble off the bed and onto the floor with an audible 'Whumpf;' her face hit the carpet, frothy underskirts flipped up, and cropped, stringy pink hair stuck out every which way. Of course the feeling was short lived when the girl started shrieking obscenities that would've made even Orochimaru's most seasoned of outlaws blush.
"Why you lousy, no good, sonofabit-"
"I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you." Sasuke growled sitting up slowly; a flimsy, worn sheet falling into a pool in his lap. The sweet musky stench tinged with alcohol that puffed into the air from the blankets as he moved indicated that the bed he resided was where the Kitties earned their coin on their backs. Despite the scream of protest from his head, he narrowed his blood shot eye's on the girls face as she turned. Just as he expected, she was beautiful. But saying she was easy on the eyes was like saying the sky was blue and that Sunagakure was hot. It was simply fact. All Kurenia's Kitties were bound to be beautiful, otherwise they wouldn't be working. This one in particular just happened to be a little bit more comely than the rest and like most shallow women of her station, she knew it.
The Kitty used her position on the floor to her advantage. Fully turning to face him, she extended her legs in front of her bending them slightly at the knee, arranging her skirts to fall to revel a creamy expanse of leg and silk with just a hint of lace garter. She pouted her lips prettily and fluttered her long lashes, green eyes taking on a coy gleam as she leaned back on her arms and thrust out her (what Sasuke considered to be a laughably small) chest. But seeing as how he lacked the humor to want to laugh let alone breath at the moment, he opted to rub his pounding temples between his forefinger and thumb; trying to recall the moments leading up to his waking up in a strange bed at the (eager) wandering hands of a whore.
"Madam Kurenia said you'd be difficult. She didn't say nothin' of you liking it rough." She bit her lip provocatively, dragging her nail across the swell of the ( still laughably small) breasts threatening to spill out of her dangerously low cut bodice. She shrugged one shoulder, the thin useless strap of lace acting as a sleeve slipped further down her sun-kissed arm. "But I'm more than, mhmmm," She drawled out as her thighs rubbed together before spreading apart. Her skirts falling aside in obvious invitation as she leaned forward and whispered, "Flexible to accommodate your every need."
Sasuke eyed her over with blatant disgust from his perch on the bed and proceeded to snort. Her self assured position proved that this was a woman use to getting what she wanted when she wanted from whom she wanted. And Sasuke felt comfortable enough to agree that based on her looks and cunning it was probably deserved. And if he were any other normal warm blooded man looking for a quick romp, he'd probably fall on her like a rabid wolf. But he wasn't normal, and he certainly wasn't in the mood.
"Hn." He turned away knowing this outright right rejection of her 'goods' was sure to strike a nerve. He could care less, this outlaw had more pressing matters to tend to than the wounded feelings of a prostitute. Sasuke squinted, trying to see if he could locate his pants among the haphazard piles of feminine hodgepodge scattered around the room. Though the drawn curtains were a blessing for his head, it made clothes hunting in the cheap electric lights provided by the gaudy chandelier above less than easy. He heard the rustle of skirts and felt the bed behind him dip to cradle the added weight. Sasuke rolled his eyes.
Perhaps I wasn't outright enough...
Cool hands gripped his shoulders, rubbing, kneading, with practiced ease.
"Just a taste cowboy." A tongue passed over the shell of his ear. And instead of desire, Sasuke felt irritated. He pushed her hands off his shoulders none to gently and stood, more than aware of his nudity. He heard her moan as she got up and pressed herself into his back. The Kitties hands danced across his muscles as though she were tracing the chiseled lines of Michelangelo's David. Sasuke ignored her touch, and moved to the corner where his shirt, pants, boots, and Stetson lay discarded.
"Please," Came the plea behind him as he pulled on his jeans. "Just one taste, I promise to make it worth your while." She grabbed his hands, preventing him from further dressing.
This is getting damned annoying...
Sasuke groused. He knew the effect his looks had on the opposite sex. It was one of the reason's he was painted a thief of hearts just as much as a thief of horses in all the rag papers from here to Otogakure. Many girls came forward claiming he had plundered their bodies as well as their daddies bank accounts. None of which was true, well except the bank part. When acting spy on Orochimaru's gang he specialized in bank jobs. His darkly handsome looking exterior and cool demeanor made him prime to handle those missions involving unpredictable citizens and dicey circumstances. All it took was one itchy trigger finger to turn the easiest of jobs into a massacre. Most of the time his missions went off without a hitch, but every now and then...
Sasuke paused, his mind fogging with the memories of gunfire and smoke. Screams. The images shifted to the blurry sight of two bodies laying in a pool of burgundy blood, their prostrate forms clutching each other even in death. From the shadows a voice -
'Run, run and cling to life'...
Sasuke blinked. Sweat began to drip from his brow despite the chills erupting across his arms. His chest suddenly felt heavy. Too heavy.
I can't breath...
He couldn't control it. No matter how hard he pushed his body, worked himself beyond the point of endurance and pain, it continued to fester. That mind numbing fear that seized his very core and twisted, making him feel drained and confused and at the same alert. It slithered through every part of him, peeling away his defenses leaving nothing behind but an eight year old boy looking down the barrel of a gun.
Itachi...
And like he did so many years ago, Sasuke ran.
He pushed the Kitty out of his way and ran out the door-
Right into another unsuspecting body.
And as Sasuke landed face first into a pair of lush breasts, his violent fear slipped away; smoothed over by the all encompassing aura that could only be described as Lavender.
Author's Note: Short? Yeah, and I'm sorry, but I have to get to class. A little repetitive? Maybe. But this is going somewhere, I promise! Sorry this chapter was a tad slow, but I had to establish some much needed foundations for other plot lines and such.
Sigh. No Hinata in this chapter, but next chapter will defiantly make up for it!
Anywhoo, Again thank you to all those still sticking with me and the drama outlet that is Spaghetti Western! Until the next action-lust packed episode...
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