Menma was completely lost. The numbers didn't add up. How old was Tobi?

"Grandpa?"

"Yes." The man answered.

"Do you know someone named Tobi Uchi?"

His grandfather made a confused face. The boy noticed that that name didn't ring a bell to him. He didn't know him.

"No. It's the first time I hear that name. Is he a friend of yours?"

"No, grandpa. Just forget about it. I'm going to go take a shower and then I'm going to sleep." Menma left.

Two months went by between secret phone calls, text messages and staying the nights at the teacher's house. They were long nights in which Professor Uchi claimed him and did whatever he wanted to him. He was rough in bed while him, on the other hand, was as tamed as a kitten. The deal they made hadn't changed. He still used Menma to satisfy his carnal desires and then he would kick him out.

But the bad thing about this was that he actually enjoyed this type of sex. Was he gay? He had to find out. He called the last girl he had been with, Ino, the blonde girl answered. She picked up right away but, as soon as she knew who was calling her. She changed her perky and bubbly voice to a rude and harsh one.

"What do you want?" The girl rudely asked.

"I wanted to know if we could go out some time?"

"Duh! Of course not! And I hope you pay for everything, you jerk."

Whoa! She was really pissed. Could she have found out about the video? He tried with a few others and ended up getting a date with Hinata. He should've just made her his first choice. She was completely infatuated with him. She accepted right away. They agreed to meet at night. He had never been so nervous about being intimate with someone before. The girl came at 8:00 at night. His father let her in and Naruko just didn't say anything, like always. She was beautiful. She had a very pretty face and such a hot body with two big assets. She was blushing and wearing a daring Red Chinese dress. The dress was super tight and showed off a lot of cleavage. It was pretty obvious that she knew what she came here for.

A few minutes after they started talking. They began kissing and Menma's hands ran over every inch of her body. He was now playing with her ample breasts and practically laying right on top of her. But something just didn't feel right in Menma's mind. It wasn't that he wasn't turned on. He was but, for some reason his mind refused to cooperate. Like if he didn't have the right to feel anything.

"I'm sorry. I can't. I think it'd be better if you just leave."

He was in luck, the girl thought it was her fault for not being good enough for him and started apologizing. She left in shame and tears. Apologizing over and over for being the one at fault. Right after she left, an idea popped into his head and he went out. He was extra careful and made sure no one had noticed him leave. Well, only the gatekeeper but, he wouldn't really say nothing.

"Where do you want me to take you, young master?" The brunette chauffeur asked.

"Do you know any gay bars, Yamato?" The boy asked him.

He put his hoodie up and covered as much of his face as he possibly could. So that no one would recognize him. The man didn't say anything and drove. He stopped at a red-light district street. There were transvestites and prostitutes in every corner. He walked to the main entrance of a place, where a lot of men and fewer women entered. He walked closer to the entrance and a big and tall bouncer stopped him.

"May I see your I.D?"

Menma showed him the fake I.D that he used when him and his friends went to some club. Although, the clubs he was used to were nothing like this one. The man stared at him and then let him go in. It was a totally different world. He felt like a fish out of the water. He felt really out of place. Many men sent lustful looks his way. He searched around for someone amongst the crowd that would spike his interest. But what should he look for? He had never thought of men in a sexual way before. He sat down on one of the vacant tables. With his looks, not many seconds passed by before a guy approached him.

"Let me buy you a drink, twink?"

The young boy didn't know what to say. For a minute there, he wanted to tell him to fuck off and get up. But, he had come to prove something. He wasn't an ugly guy and was young.

"Yeah, sure." He said while forcing a smile.

They talked for a bit but, it was more than obvious what he was after.

"Do you want to go with me to a more private place?" He propositioned him.

Menma accepted, not too convinced. He took him to a secluded area behind a curtain. There was a pink velvet couch. Both of them sat down and it didn't take long for the unknown man to start fondling him. When he kissed him. The teenager felt that same repulsed feeling he first did with Tobi and he didn't even get hard.

He got up and without saying a word he left. Leaving the stranger really shocked. He had to get out of here. He walked at a really fast pace and soon he found himself outside in the street but, he didn't find a taxi anywhere. It wasn't too surprising. That place was dangerous and no taxi would want to stop.

All of a sudden, a pair of grabby hands grabbed him and dragged him to an alley.

He was stunned when he fell to the ground. When he focused on what was in front of him, he saw several scowling men that were surrounding him.

"Are you lost little puppy? What's such a refined beauty like you doing in a place like this?" Asked the boy with short, mousy red hair. He seemed to be the leader.

They weren't bandits. It wasn't money they were after. Their leering eyes gave them away. There were like 4 of them and they all looked pretty menacing. The boy was terrified. He had never felt this much fear.

"I... I have... money. I can give you guys whatever you want. Just let me..."

"Well, we could come to an arrangement then." The tallest man said. He was a tan-skinned man with long dark-brown hair and vibrant green eyes.

"Shut up Kakuzu!" A shorter man with medium-length gray hair that was slicked back yelled.

"That ain't gonna cut it kid. The thing we're after isn't money, un." A blond boy with a half ponytail and a bang hanging over his left eye answered.

"The thing we want isn't something that you can pay up with money. It's something that's a little more 'personal'." The redhead boy said while smirking.

Menma got up and tried to leave and walk pass them but, he was slammed to the ground once again. Here I am, he thought. The powerful Menma Uchiha. He remembered the fights he'd had at school with kids a lot bigger than him. He kicked their asses without even breaking a sweat. The only one that ever came close to beating him back then was, Neji Hyūga.

It's not as much fun when you're the one who is about to get his ass kicked. But maybe it's just something he should've seen coming. Something he deserved for beating up many innocent kids who hadn't really done anything to provoke him. Other than just being such pathetic losers. He was really starting to feel remorseful now. He was experiencing the pain he always caused others. He promised to never do it again when he got out of this one.

The boy with wide grayish brown eyes. The guy who appeared to be their leader threw himself at him and as much as Menma tried to break lose from his hold, he couldn't get him off of him. He shouted for help but, his voice died out with the noise from the street. It wasn't only him, the other men also grabbed him and tried to yank his clothes off.

"No! Please don't!"

"There's nothing you can do. Now be a good little puppet and just give in."

It was futile to resist. He should probably just accept what was going to happen.

"I really hate waiting. So why don't we just skip the foreplay."

Suddenly, someone threw several of them off of him. They tried to attack the uninvited guest but, they couldn't land a scratch on him. The mystery man couldn't really be seen that well due to how dark the night was. You could only make out his silhouette but, it was clear that he was an expert at martial arts. He ended up scaring all of them away.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked enraged.

"Professor Uchi?"

The boy had recognized the voice. He had never been so happy to see him. Tobi rudely pulled him up by his arm. He started to run his hands over the boy's body in a harsh way. Menma realized that the older man was making sure that he didn't have any injuries.

But things were far from over, his attackers returned and they came with two more men. A huge, muscular young man with spiky orange hair and a guy with straight white blueish hair and shark-like pointed teeth. Menma was sure that even with Tobi being as strong as he was... There was no way he'd be able to take on 6 guys all at once.

"You're going to pay for ruining my fun time. You dumbass." After the redhead said this.

Many of them took out some pocket-knifes and swords. The blue eyed boy hugged Tobi from behind his back.

"Move out of the way. I don't want to kill you. Not because, you're actually worth something. Oh no, far from it. But, I just don't want to get anyone's attention. So lower your weapons or stand aside."

This man is crazy! The black haired boy thought. When all of a sudden, he saw something really impressive. Tobi's eyes started glowing and the three black tear symbols started moving. It almost seemed like a strange hocus pocus curse. All the men dropped their knifes and swords and left.

He didn't know if it had been a figment of his imagination. He just let himself be dragged around by Tobi. The older raven guided him until they were in front of his orange Bugatti Veyron. He pushed him in the back seat, rather roughly. He didn't dare open his mouth until the vehicle started running.

"What was that?"

"What?" The teacher asked carefree.

"Your eyes were glowing!" Menma exclaimed.

"That's not true." He said in a carefree voice again.

It was beyond obvious that he wouldn't tell him anything about the subject.

"How old are you?"

"I told you. I'm 26. Okay, okay. I'm almost 27."

"That photo of your two uncles was very old. And on the back there was an old building that was demolished 40 years ago. You said that your mom was 18 when she had you and died when you were 13. So she died when she was 31 but, for you to be the age you say you are... Then if we pretend that they took down the building the same year that photo of your uncles was taken... You should be at least, 50 years old. Besides, I saw a photo of my grandfather when he was young. It was taken at the same place yours was taken. It looked, at least, 10 years older than the one at your house. So if I do the Math then, I can easily estimate that your real age is around the same as his."