Title:Kiss You Again
Pairing: Uchiha Itachi x Kurenai Yuhi (slight Kurenai x Konan)
Summary: I; my one problem with life is that I could die at any minute, and I don't.
Rating: M
Warnings: references to sex, drugs/drug usage, prostitutes and general stuff that people like to ignore. I am reposting this from the Mismatched, as it is now being run as a competition and my story had to moved.
I; my one problem with life is that I could die at any minute, and I don't.
"You are a bit young to be around here, kid." Kurenai tilted her head to the side, surveying the 'kid' then turned back to Anko, done with her observations.
"Does this make me too young?" From inside his pocket he pulled out a wad of bills.
Kurenai raised an eyebrow. "Anko'll deal with you, I've got some morals." From her pocket she with drew her cigarette case. Carefully she with her beloved cancer stick. Beside her Anko put out hers.
"I don't want her, I want you."
Anko sneered. "I'd ask why, but you'd probably say something sick like she reminds you of your mother. You always look like people's mothers Kurenai."
Kurenai sighed, tilted her head back and arched her body carefully from where she was leaning over the hood of Anko's car. "Forget it, I'll deal with him, he's probably doing it to be one of the big boys."
She heard the other woman laugh. Kurnei straightened and went over to the boy. "How old are you?" She tilted her head again, adjusting the garter strap that was clearly visible on her too short dress, amused as his sooty lashes, thicker then Kurenai could ever hope for, watched the movement.
"16" he muttered. Just that bit taller then him in her heels. She trailed her hand back up to touch her black acrylic finger to his nose, watching him flinch and wondered how he was going to go about the rest of this.
"Alright then, come on then, do you have a car, an apartment?"
He nodded his head. Kurenai took his hand, cold and clammy and he flinched again. Gently she pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Just pretend I am a close friend, a teacher, I'm just teaching you something different."
--
He was very slow to kiss her, which surprised, most boys she'd been with were too fast to that, and quietly she muttered that boys just didn't have hormones like they used to.
"I'm not a boy," he said fast, defending himself almost.
"Yes you are, you are 16, you can have sex, but if anyone finds about this, I'll get arrested and jailed for seducing a minor." she still had his hand in hers. He blinked at her.
Slowly, and carefully, which seemed how he liked doing things, she changed her grip on his hand, without her shoes she was the same height as he, so lifting his hand to rest on her back of her neck was easy. Then it was okay to him, it seemed, to touch, he put his other hand on her thigh, thumb brushing over her garter belt, over the hem of her skirt, which surprised Kurenai, up and up and up to her waist. His fingers pressed lightly.
"I won't tell anyone."
"Good, because going to jail for thirteenth time might be unlucky."
"Thirteenth?"
"Possession of drugs, for twelve counts. Battery and assault for one, but the guy was trying to rape me, which would have been fine, if he was paying. But he wasn't. So I fought back. Turns out he did have money, enough for a lawyer. That was that."
"That's not fair."
She brushed her thumb over his cheek. "I told you, you're a boy."
"I'm not a boy."
Se leant in close, lips gently brushing against his. His breath was warm and she moved slowly, till eventually he responded, not so afraid as she pulled his body to hers, let him feel how soft and warm she was.
Her hands moved to his back, sliding under his nondescript black shirt, pulling him with her as she took steps back toward the bed. He followed, with that obscure controlled grace he had.
When she was sprawled on her back, he pulled away from her kisses, resting his head in the crook of her neck. His forearms were braced either side of her body, and she carefully tucked his hair behind his ear again and again.
"Is there something wrong?"
There was no reply.
"Do you want to stop?"
She felt him shake his head, and what was pressing against her leg. "A break then? you don't have to rush this you know."
Another shake. He leant back up, his nose brushed her cheek. "I've never been so… out of control."
She smiled, a little sadly. "I know, I know."
II; the sky is full of dreams, I don't know how to fly.
When they were both spent, he did the strangest thing, he pulled her close and buried his face in her hair. "You know this normally cost extra." she muttered.
"I'll pay,"
"You don't need to, you gave me more then two clients paying extra already."
"Then stop talking."
She wasn't offended. "Are people always talking at you then?"
"No they are always wanting things of me."
"All I want is money."
She felt him -- maybe, maybe -- smile against her cheek.
"Is this your apartment?"
"My fathers, this is where he takes his mistresses."
"Ah, I see, following already?"
He grunted. That was all she needed to know.
"Did no one hug you as a child."
"My father told my mother never too."
Kurenai frowned, even her mother when she wasnt suffering from another Coke induced euphoria would hug her.
The slowly she dropped her hand down to his, shifting his grip so there fingers interlaced.
"I dont want pity."
"I'm not piting you, I'm embracing you."
--
Kurenai had never loved, maybe one, briefly in a by gone day when she'd been draped in Asuma's arms, before the state had taken her child from her. But that was gone now. Now she found comfort in Konan's arms, not love, but a safe solitude. That was how Itachi often found her, not really doing very much, Konan's arms draped around her waist, face buried in her neck as they talked in whispers about nothings.
"You boy is coming back," Konan whispered. Kurenai nodded. Neither moved. "You always stay so long with him."
"He likes to hold me."
Konan nodded, Kurenai felt it through the gentle shift of hair and breath.
"I know where he is coming from." Konan muttered, her lips brushing Kurenai's bared shoulders gently. Itachi stood, waiting.
Konan let go and Kurenai unfolded her arms from around her waist. Gently squeezing Konan's hand she went to Itachi, taking his instead.
--
"Who is that woman to you?"
"Hm," she murmured, tired. As this became more regular thing, Itachi's skill and stamina grew.
"That woman, with the blue hair, who is she?"
"A friend. A good friend."
"A lover?"
"I have many lovers."
"No you don't, you have clients, they aren't lovers."
"You would know, would you? That's most definitely why you are coming to me."
He grunted and Kurenai smirked at the sealing.
"You must understand Itachi, you begin to hate men. When you are a… woman of the night, per se. Its disgusting, they bite and hit and sometimes you have to hit them, and at times you must partake is some very sick things, then they get angry if they think you are faking it, but its not like there is a reason to like it. This is reality, I despise men, that's way I lay, nothing more, with Konan."
He sat up on his elbow, and she was startled by how young he suddenly looked. "Do you fake it with me?"
She smiled, titling her head and cupped his cheek, brushing her thumb under his eye. "Not so much, you are young, eager to please, it is not so unpleasant as others. And you respect, that is more then you know."
He blinked, "I do not see why not, this is a trade, oldest in the world, its just because sex is deemed as taboo. But its just a trade."
She laughed then, loudly and pulled him for a kiss. "Oh if only society was shaped by you, Uchiha Itachi, perhaps I would not hate myself so much."
III; you won't ever get to heaven as a radical. So keep it up soldier.
"He said that? He really said that?" Konan had that under shade of amusement that was her form of laughter. As they leant against the wall, they shared a cigarette.
"He did, but its not that I kiss and tell, but I've never heard anyone so sure of it before, its like there is no difference in his mind. The law may say he's a boy, but he doesn't think like one. He's better then most men --"
"Oi, you two sluts kiss or somethin'?" was a lewd call from a man across the street.
In response Kurenai lifted her leg to Konan's hip, exposing most of her thigh and draped her arms around Konan's neck.
"Pay us and find out." Konan replied, as serious as she was about everything, her husky voice just the pitch to float around the man's head and make him groan, her dark eyes blinking slowly. The man dug into his wallet and muttered, broke it seemed, and moved on. Kurenai dropped her leg but didn't remove her arms around her neck, nor did Konan take her hands from Kurenai's waist.
"Well," Konan murmured. "At least there is one good man."
--
"Whose the worst man you've ever had?" Itachi murmured into her neck, kissing it again every so often.
Kurenai paused the hand that was stroking his back. "Why do you ask?"
"So I can arrest him when I enter the force."
Kurenai laughed, rolling back and pulling Itachi on top of her. "What, so you can be hero Uchiha? Liberator of the Whores?"
He did not meet her gaze, instead she noted, he was looking at her lips. "Perhaps."
She sighed. "His name was Asuma."
"What did he do?"
"Loved me."
"What?"
"He did nothing, just loved me, and that was perhaps the worse thing anybody has ever done."
--
At times Itachi did nothing for her, and that's when she had to remind herself he was a boy. He let her do everything, just as she was used. Sometimes he did everything and it was as if it meant something, he was careful with her, touching her like she was precious. And sometimes they worked in tandem.
She felt young again, young and stupid because his skin was so very hot like it was her seventeenth summer all over again and he wasn't paying her and she was doing it because she wanted to.
Sometimes she was doing it because she wanted it, wanted him, was marvelled by him, him and his honest respect, and maybe, maybe that was close enough to love.
--
"Uchiha, this is going to have to stop when you become respectable." His fingers dug in, hard, and she moved away. "Itachi stop it you are hurting me."
"Why, my father hasn't stopped."
"You aren't your father, everyone knows about Faguku Uchiha, to most of us he's a greedy bastard that keeps putting the taxes up."
"So, I can still have you, I could marry you."
She smirked cruelly then. "Oh yes, a just 17 yr old marrying at 18 yr old hooker. That'll go down a treat."
"We could. I could get your daughter back from the state, and we could have kids together --"
Kurenai pressed her hand to his mouth. "No, no we couldn't. I'm going down in this life Uchiha, Its been my life for the past ten years. The drugs are taking their control and my daughter is better off where she was, though if you ever felt inclined, check in on her, make sure she isn't in some abusers home."
"I won't settle for this, I wont let you go."
Kurenai slapped him then, he stared at the wall that his face had turned too. "Don't you dare give me hope. I sold that too long ago, so don't you dare."
Itachi looked back at her then. Sheet pulled to cover most of her, he saw then.
He really saw.
She was no young woman, street lights hid the shadows under her eyes, he carefully pulled back the sheets and counted with his lips and kisses the ribs that stuck out. The jut of her hip bones, the sharpness of her shoulders. Carefully he pressed over each of them, with his fingers, with his lips. The one thing he didn't go near were the deep red bruised marks on her arm, the way the splintered out like icicles on her pale body. When he finished, looking, with his mind this time and she lay twisted on the sheets, her breath shallow from his touches, he hovered her so very still.
"This is going to be the last time, isn't it?"
He nodded.
"Men of valour. They never hang around long. Keep me as a story then, boy."
"I'm not a boy."
She grasped his face in both hands, pulling him close, and kissed him. Like she'd done when she was seventeen and still able to love, able to hope. And just as it had been, it was a kiss that was agonizingly slow, to create, and it never really ended.
"No, I suppose you really aren't."
This time, they left at the same time but not straight away. First Itachi wanted his story and admired her easiness in her own body, the languid smile when she took her liquid happiness. The hypnotic over-alert daze she slid into, stayed inside of. He wanted to remember her like that.
IIII; I have touched grace and hated it, because it is what is truly attainable.
afterahardday
