Disclaimer: Naruto is property of Kishimoto-sama

Pairing: Sasunaru, eventually

Warning: OOC-ness as usual. The story takes a turn now; I hope no one hates it. I have used a source when I wrote this. And please read my notes at the end.

Thank you to all reviewers out there. You make my heart ALL BIG AND HAPPY! Way! You have no idea how good it makes me feel. And yes, someone commented that they probably would have died in the fall, but as you said… they are not real (darn). It was great to hear that someone really paid attention to what I wrote to notice that. Thank you so much.

Here you have the third part of Go with the flow.


Geisha district

It took Kakashi more than three hours to return and by the time he dragged his feet over to them; they had all gone mad of hunger. Sakura was grinding her teeth together, producing a screeching sound… much like her whining. Naruto was of course clutching onto his stomach, rolling around desperately on the ground. Sasuke could even hear the blonde's stomach's rumbling, and it upset him… how could anything sound so animalistic? He, himself, couldn't even express his hunger. He was at loss for words; nothing could describe the evil monster living in his stomach which tormented him. He felt pale and weak; he hated it… much similar to his hate for puberty.

They were all seated on the bench, excluding Naruto who rolled around on the ground. Sasuke stared at Kakashi, murder intent taking over him again. What had taken him so long, and why hadn't the one-eyed brought any food with him? If he hadn't found some place to stay; he was so going to die. Sasuke growled.

"I see you're all in high spirits", Kakashi announced joyfully and stood before them. He sighed when no one answered. "There will be no food if you don't earn some money."

Naruto almost flew to his feet; well… that was what Sasuke thought he did. Sasuke was beginning to feel a bit woozy, he hadn't eaten for a long time and fucking up his schedules had never had anything good coming out of it.

"What do you mean… are we going to work?" Naruto pouted. "As long as it's not a stupid mission again."

Kakashi hoisted a brow, looking way too humoured for Sasuke's taste. "Are you implying that the most recent mission was stupid?"

"Well yeah", Naruto roared. "Look where it got us! Who would want some dead flower from the mountain anyway?" Sasuke watched as the blonde crossed his arms over his chest and felt when the warm boy bumped into him while sitting down beside him.

"You know from whom the mission came from", Kakashi said harshly.

"Every mission go by the Hokage", Naruto chided himself and couldn't help the glare. "I know that! It's just that…"

"Stop complaining", Sasuke scolded. "It's not helping."

Naruto pouted some more, but kept his mouth shut. Much to Sasuke's satisfaction. He turned towards Kakashi again and saw that the man had an odd smile on his face. His cloth clad jaw had creaks in it that he'd never seen before. Sasuke furrowed his brows. He was tired, hungry and sick of his company. Sakura had kept on whining about food when she'd returned empty-handed. She had, somehow, thought that this small village was like Konoha. (And where she can stroll into a shop and put it on her tax.) Sasuke had to control himself to not let his emotions show when she returned, for he felt helplessly torn between laughter and tears. When, now, Kakashi laughed wickedly he felt very tempted to snap… but, he refused to make a fool of himself. Of course, it would have been an important part in his mission to change 'the play's ending'… the only thing stopping him was that he hated changes. He had to take it slow… first accepting it and then do it. He sighed at himself and forced a stray of hair out of his eyes.

"What's the job?" Sasuke asked Kakashi, who had found Sakura's constantly whining in the background hilarious.

"The only one available", he answered mysteriously.

"Which is?" Naruto asked and looked at least as feisty as Sasuke felt on the inside.

Kakashi refused to answer. Instead he beckoned them to follow his lead. They were escorted to a new street, and to another… they kept walking and changing directions so often that even Sasuke felt lost. He had, on his right, a pink girl clutching onto his arm and on his left a quiet blonde boy who kept staring along the road. Maybe burning holes in Kakashi's back. It had darkened outside and only a few lamps lit the street and saved them from walking into a pole or something else much harder. Sasuke stole a glance at his surroundings and was suddenly amazed how the area had changed. The two-building houses were torn and the timbers were on some places rotten, with holes giving passers-by a good little peepshow. The roofs looked like they had been replaced countless times but never as much as necessarily. The houses framed the street with pity lighting for numerous meters before the street itself turned either left or right. Sasuke didn't know yet if the dark and sinister homes continued even after the crossroad, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to know. Each house had, he realized, two windows on each side of a traditional Japanese door. It looked fragile and not at all safe. Konoha had left the traditional lifestyle many years back, going over to a safer and durable environment, and this was his first time seeing this kind of living-habitation. Petite bells hung before the door and ignored lawns were overgrown. A wind blew past and the bells chimed, spreading an eerie feeling along the street. He couldn't help but shiver.

Kakashi's feet suddenly stopped producing dust. The man had brought to a halt outside a house, much like the other ones he had seen, and opened a small gate. He said nothing before they were all gathered in front of the door.

"We have been promised both shelter and food for the night and the next morning's breakfast. But, listen carefully; we shall start working at the crack of dawn tomorrow. I will not accept any whining, otherwise you can go hungry. Is that understood?" he said grimly and stared at them for a few seconds each. Sasuke merely rolled his eyes. He didn't really care for the job, as long as he was fed… I'm beginning to sound like Naruto, he thought.

"Irrasshaimase" a serene and clear voice could suddenly be heard. No one had noticed except for Kakashi who beamed happily, that an exquisite woman had opened the gliding door. Sasuke's eyes widened by the woman's sheer beauty. He had never seen anything like it… or her. The woman, who he couldn't even guess her age, had on her some kind of breathtaking decorated dress and large charming belt. Her dress seemed to have thousands of layers, as a different colour could be seen under the one on top. Huge sleeves fell down her sides as she bowed. His eyes travelled from her waist to her face, which was the most beautiful image he'd seen in a long time. The round face was painted dazzling white, pouting red lips and a hair creation looking more complicated than any other mission he'd had. He was, to say the very least, astonished. The hair was pitch black, strictly pulled back and in some way moulded into a shape. He had no idea who the master was, but the person had to not only be good with their hands but also have a tremendously amount of patience. He had to tear his eyes away from her, and landed them on Naruto instead. The blonde was shocked as well at the sight before them, for his mouth was hanging agape. Sakura was staring too, but her eyes flashed green with envy. Kakashi drooled… well, maybe not.

Before anyone had the time to announce themselves, the ageless woman bid them to follow. When they all entered the dark house the woman quickly, on small feet, shut the door behind them and hurried to take the lead again. When she started to scurry away down the hall on her fast feet once again they had to try hard to keep up. Sasuke had ended up last in line, and growled… he'd wanted to see more of her. They came to a halt in front a gliding door much like the outer door but this one seemed much lighter. The ageless woman lay down on her knees and graciously pulled the door away, revealing a huge room lit with old fashioned oil-lamps. After she had shown them inside she bowed deeply and excused herself. Sasuke watched her go with a new interest in his eyes. When the thin door was closed everything fell silent, until Naruto spoke of course.

"She was beautiful wasn't she, Sasuke?" the blonde mumbled and seemed to blush.

Sasuke didn't know how to answer and when he was about to say his usual 'hn', and act all according to his 'role in the play', Kakashi interrupted.

"She's a fair sight for the eyes. But that's all there is to it though." Everyone stared at him.

"Are you saying that she's ugly beneath all that white?" Naruto asked dazzled.

Kakashi scratched his neck. "No. I'm saying that she can be. And even if she was ugly, it wouldn't matter. For as long as she kept her hidden, the likes like you would only see that part of her. Don't let appearance fool you, you should know that by now."

Although his words were wise, not many listened. Sakura was fuming, by some ridiculous reason probably and Naruto kept on blushing, as if he was thinking naughty thoughts. Sasuke, on the other hand, didn't know what to make of himself. He had been so impressed by her appearance that he had forgotten everything he'd been taught. He didn't look deeper than the makeup on her face. It was as if seeing a shinobi but ignoring what they were capable of.

They didn't have to sit long before the door reopened. The same girl came in, almost floating over the floor with her feet hidden by the long and complicated dress. She bowed and a new woman was revealed by her side. This one was larger and older, her dress was even more beautiful and her hair was, much like the other's one, in a strange and complicated design. She walked passed the younger girl who had seated herself next to the door and shut it. The woman with a few grey strands in her hair lay down on her knees, gave them a curt nod and waited for them to bow. After a few seconds of trying to understand what she wanted, they bumped their noses to the floor and sat up again. Sasuke observed her face. It showed a few wrinkles, but she didn't look that old to need them. She maybe was in her forties- early fifties and her hands seemed to be in perfect shape, petite and smooth. Like the ageless woman had white makeup, this one didn't. Sasuke eyed her so closely that the woman started to squirm.

"Why are you staring at me, boy?" the woman's harsh voice said. "Don't dare be disrespectful in my house, otherwise your bed for the night will be the dumpster!"

Sasuke straightened and averted his eyes. He was about to apologise when the woman eyed Kakashi instead. "I take it that you have explained the situation, Kakashi-san", she said it like a command, piercing through him. "I have no desire to be the one to explain it to them, they seem to be little on the dumb side you see."

That railed Naruto up but he was shut down by a painful stab in the chest. The woman had quickly leaned forth and stabbed him with her fan. She put pressure on it while snarling: "What did I just tell you? If you do not follow my rules, you can and will be thrown out. My house, my laws. You got that, dear blonde?" Naruto nodded with eyes big, his eyes widened even more when the woman put her fan beneath his chin, tilting it upwards and examined his features. "Beautiful eyes, big smile… too big in fact, he'll have to keep his mouth shut. Symmetric ears, slim neck and pretty jaw-line." She snorted. "Those scars will have to go. I'll appoint some extra time with the staff."

She looked over at Kakashi who seamed pretty much bored out of his skin, he merely nodded. Sasuke had no idea what was happening. Why was she looking at Naruto that way? It sounded as if Kakashi was selling them.

"Mahami-sama, I haven't told them yet", his lazy voice told. The woman growled angrily and pointed her fan at him.

"I will not accept delays! These boys will be ready-"

"And girl", the man informed.

"These students of yours, Kakashi-san, will be ready tomorrow sunup. And what I mean with that is that I want them on a line outside my room when the sun hits my window. If not, Kakashi-san, they and you will be leaving this house. This is a highly respected home, if they do not work their hardest I will not hesitate to evict them. Do I make myself clear enough for you?" She said ruthlessly and rose to her feet in one swift movement.

"It is clear", Kakashi said and eyed his students. "I'll inform them right this minute."

"No you will not, not until I leave. I cannot take their stench, and the customers won't either. So you are going to be accompanied by Sitta-chan", she said and referred to the girl by the door, the one with the white face. "She will wake you up early tomorrow, take you to your bath, and you will follow her to the hairdresser. There on forth, you will be dressed. When the sun hits my window, as I said before, you will be done. Now Kakashi-san, explain to these dim-wits what this is really about. They don't seem to have a clue."

Kakashi nodded weakly, apparently told off, and the woman called Mahami-sama left the room as quickly as she had arrived and equally as graciously. Sasuke was confused to no end. He had no idea what was happening and the look on Naruto's face didn't make it any better. He could almost se the smoke coming from the blonde's ears. Kakashi hoisted a hand towards him.

"Before you say anything, Naruto, just listen." Naruto nodded but kept a glare on at all time. It seemed as though Kakashi had problems finding words and when some time passed a new voice broke the tension.

"Why don't you let me explain, Kakashi-sama?" It was the ageless woman at the door who spoke. Sasuke's eyes travelled as fast as lighting to her and he found once again her beauty. He heard Naruto give a low moan, if it was because of her appearance or that he was tired he didn't know. Kakashi smiled brightly and beckoned her closer.

"Yes, please."

She sat down at the same place in front of them as the older one. "Don't be scared of Mahami-sama. Dogs who bark don't bite, and she just barks." She smiled sweetly and the red lips thinned.

"Why are we here", Naruto tried desperately not to stare, but she was so unusual.

"Why, you're here to work of course."

"As what?" Sasuke couldn't help but growl. He hated the look she gave him, a mocking and knowingly look.

"As an entertainer. The only work available in this town at the moment is the one Mahami-sama provides. You have to take it if you want food. You will be paid differently than the other ones around here, whatever they earn goes to this house, but you will be paid in cash. Since you will be leaving soon. This is a one time occurrence; Mahami-sama is not known to help others. She runs this business, you see, and all you see here around you is earned by her and her employees. The more we make, the more she get and the more we are granted. Therefore we have to make a reputation that makes customers return. You may think Mahami-sama is ruthless and mad, but she provides us with clothes, food and shelter. We get to go to gatherings and meet important people." She stopped and smiled again. Everyone stared at her, except for Kakashi. "You are, tomorrow, going to be transformed in to a geisha. I will fetch you when the times come."

Neither said anything when she rose, bowed and left. The room felt cold and eerie. The shock was so great that Sasuke thought he was going to be suffocated. The oil-lamps flickered, and that 'woke' him up. Sasuke cast a glance at Sakura, she was staring blindly at the wall, Naruto was biting his lip and couldn't decide where to put his hands. Sasuke was beginning to feel irritated, anger filled him quickly.

"Kakashi-sensei! You're telling me we are going to dress up as women and entertain people?"

The man laughed and everyone turned their heads towards him. "Yeah, I am. And you will do as you are told. Otherwise-"

"Mahami-sama is going to evict us", Sakura said with an annoyed voice. "We know that." Suddenly her eyes widened with realization and she smiled. "I'm going to be so pretty. That dress! Aww!"

"It's not a dress, it's a kimono", Naruto suddenly said and quickly tried to cover up the reason why he knew that. Sasuke saw it, how he desperately flickered his eyes and bit his lips harder. "But you will surely be beautiful." Naruto smiled at her and she smiled back… Sasuke, though, glared angry at the wall. He hated how Naruto lied, mostly to himself. Something made Sasuke rile up with anger.

"And we are going to be put in one as well", Sasuke said and watched Naruto's reaction. He wasn't prepared for what came next. The blonde smiled.

"Yeah, and then we get money… and with money comes food." Sasuke knew though that the reason behind his smile was something else. Did he like the ageless woman or something? Sasuke pouted.

Kakashi clapped his hands and yawned. "I'm tired; we're going to get up really early tomorrow so I suggest we get some sleep."

Everyone agreed and Kakashi rolled out the futons on the floor. Soon they were lying next to each other in the dark room. Kakashi slept far at the left and then Sakura, Naruto and at the end, Sasuke. Maybe it was because of a long and tiresome day or the fact that dressing up as 'her', the beautiful one, made everyone dead tired… the thought of how many hours it took for her to look that way put them all to sleep.

Their rest was wonderful, but short. It was dark when a humble voice beckoned them to wake up. Sasuke hadn't heard the door open and neither the steps of the ageless woman, and that surprised him. He stifled a yawn and sat up, half expecting Naruto to be up and jumping from joy. But the boy slept next to him. Well not exactly next to him, rather on him. Naruto was lying on his stomach, legs spread over Sakura's futon and his arms and head on Sasuke's lap. It humoured him greatly when Naruto's brows furrowed annoyingly as Sasuke pinched his cheek. It earned Sasuke a hard bite though, when Naruto sunk his teeth into his thigh.

"Fuck, Naruto!" he yelled and hit him hard on his head. The sleepyhead woke up slowly and sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"What?" Naruto asked and yawned. "I had the best sleep in my life, and you ruin it… bastard."

Sasuke raised a brow at that, but let it pass. "You bit me, idiot!"

Naruto flashed him a tongue. "Well, maybe I was dreaming of ramen and I thought you were a bowl."

"That sounds even weird in my ears, and I'm supposed to be used to you."

"Hey!" Naruto was about to jump him when the ageless woman suddenly clapped her hands. Naruto stopped in mid-motion and Sasuke thanked her quietly, he wasn't feeling up for Naruto this early. The thought of himself in a dress made the morning even more unbearable and having Naruto pouncing him couldn't make it better. So he settled down with a scowl, and watched the beautiful woman as she strode forth.

"We have lots to be done. The girl will follow Mahami-sama's daughter and I'll take care of the boys. We are not going to let that girl remove her clothes in front of hungry boys-"

"What do you mean; hungry?" Naruto yelled and Sasuke hit him on the head, snarling at him to keep quiet. The boy sulked and crossed his arms.

"Boys will always be the same, hungry for power and satisfaction. We can at least protect her for now. What's your name, pink girl?" Sitta-chan turned to the only girl.

"I'm Sakura", she said weakly.

"Well it doesn't really matter", she said and smiled. Sasuke couldn't help but think that the beautiful woman didn't seem to be as nice as her appearance. The difference between Mahami-sama and Sitta-chan, Sasuke contemplated, was that Mahami-sama barked and gave the impression that she could at anytime flip you over and bite you dead, while Sitta-chan was a mystery. She looked fragile and untouched, with her exotic clothes and exterior, but she didn't bark like Mahami-sama. Did that mean that she bites? Sasuke felt like scratching his chin, as if it would help him think. He was unaware of Sakura's departure with a new, yet older woman, and Sitta-chan's wonderful voice when she told them to stand. It took Sitta-chan five times for Sasuke to eventually respond to her command and stand.

Every thing else happened in a kind of blur. Sitta-chan ran in and out of the room, fetching clothes and different belts, which according to Sitta-chan matched their eyes and hair. She even measured his waist and chest… he had no breasts, what did she think she would find? Sasuke growled when he heard her clicking her tongue, then she was off again. Both he and Naruto were escorted to the bath, which really was only a small barrel, and after being scrubbed by none other than Sitta-chan they returned to the room. Eventually a man entered the room. He was also wearing a kimono, Sasuke realized quickly, but it looked different. It was more like a robe, yet still by the same striking texture. The man didn't take any notice of him, except for when he told him sharply to sit down. He could suddenly feel the man pulling at his hair, really hard with a metal comb. He had to bite his lip to not scream and shout; it felt as it the man was ripping his skin of ruthlessly. It continued for ages, the man tugging hard and putting some sort of stinking wax into his hair which made it even more horrible. His scalp was of fire and tears watered his eyes, without falling. Even thought that Naruto was probably experiencing the same thing and it comforted him, this was still torture! He thought, when the man pushed him down, with his nose to the floor, that it would be over, but it only got worse. The man stood over him with his legs spread on each side of him, pulling his hair straight up. He understood quickly that the man was the master of those hairstyles and he forced himself to endure it. Eventually the pressure to his scalp and temples diminished.

The man smacked him on his back and spoke with a dark voice. "If you destroy the hair, I will make it even more painful when I have to redo it." Sasuke flinched by the words, but the glint in the man's eyes told him that he was only joking. "You know why it's called split peach, boy?"

Sasuke hoisted a brow, it hurt. "What do you mean?"

The man sat down opposite him. "The hairstyle. It's called a split peach." When Sasuke kept on staring as if the man was nuts he clicked his tongue, much like Sitta-chan. "Your hair is, what I would call it, divided into two parts, and both being kept in place by a coloured ribbon. It looks like a pincushion but where the two parts of your hair leave a small opening, this ribbon shows. Yours is red, do you know why?"

Sasuke shook his head and the man flashed him a humoured look. "The fact that you're not a girl makes this kind of ironic. When a man walks behind a geisha and his eyes are fixed at her hair, he will immediately see the read ribbon. You have no idea how provocative it looks, especially on a young and beautiful geisha." The man laughed. "While thinking indecent thoughts, watching a split peach with a red speck right at the slash, it will certainly remind you of something very stimulating."

Sasuke reddened and refused to answer. The man's rough laughter died down when he saw how embarrassed the black haired was. He cleared his throat. "You were lucky though, your hair was almost too short to make that hairstyle. Now, you'll have to hurry up. The makeup hasn't even been started yet."

Sasuke felt as if he had managed to come out of that situation with both sanity and life, he could master everything. He didn't expect though that makeup could get so complicated. Sitta-chan was seated in front of him, applying some sort of cream to his face. One layer after another hid his features and his usual skin-tone. In a matter of minutes his face was completely changed, his lips were red as the ribbon he had in his hair and skin so white that he looked like a porcelain figurine. He gaped at himself when he was shown a mirror in front of himself, but Sitta-chan smacked him hard on his exposed shoulder, telling him that he had to stop that or otherwise none would enjoy his company. Well, he didn't want anyone to want his company. He didn't want to dress up like this and entertain some sex-craving man. Sitta-chan laughed heartily when he told her that no man was going to be pleasured by him.

"You do not know what a geisha do, do you?" When Sasuke didn't answer she sighed. "You shall not compare us to some prostitute, boy! We do not offer anything else than our company. The men pay a great deal of money to be around one of our geishas, when they have to start bidding over who should take care of her, it benefits this house and Mahami-sama. When a geisha apprentice is for the first time introduced to the customers, she will do whatever they want. And these men will never ask for anything else than her affection and company. At this time, she must be a virgin. So don't you dare compare us to a prostitute. A man who knows that a girl had shared a bed with loose interest in her. Therefore, these men will compete over her. It can take several years before Mahami-sama decides that this girl should satisfy a man. And when she'd made her decision the man is carefully chosen. After that, she can literally do whatever she wants, as long as those men don't believe she's a prostitute. So, you see, boy. We are not asking you to sleep with them."

Sasuke found himself heave a blissful sigh. His heart felt easier the minute she'd said those last words. "I see", he mumbled.

"Well, now that's said, let's get you dressed. Your friends should be ready any minute now."

Sasuke had completely forgotten about Sakura and Naruto and when he looked around the room he found that he and Sitta-chan was all alone. He was about to ask her where Naruto gone off to, but when she pulled him up and started to undress him everything else was forgotten. He was stripped of everything save for his boxers. He felt extremely naked in front of Sitta-chan, but she appeared to not care at all. She'd probably seen a lot of half naked bodies, Sasuke thought and hid a blush. He growled. Blushing seemed to come regularly and it was beginning to irk him.

Fortunately, he didn't have to stand there all exposed for a long time. Sitta-chan brought him a fine peace of clothing. He just stared as Sitta-chan wrapped the silk around his body, applied the next layer and tied the complicated belt effortlessly as if she'd done it million times before. She told him that it was called an obi, and that his one had been hers a few years back. She laughed while whispering that it sure looked great on him, even better than on her. When she was done with him, she steered him towards the mirror again. Sasuke found it hard to navigate in the dress since it was pretty heavy with all of its layers and the perimeter around his feet was small. His black piercing eyes widened when he was face to face with himself in the mirror. It was as if an entire different person stood before him. His kimono was pitch-black and the obi was dazzling white. The pattern on the silk made him gasp, for starting at his feet and upwards to his obi clung an embroidered dragon in flaming red threads. The sleeves were huge and he felt like spinning around, making them fly by his side. He was at loss for words, completely speechless.

"It's beautiful", she whispered in his ears. "You'll fool them all. They will fall in love with you and Mahami-sama will have a hard time letting you go. See this as an experience, boy. Instead of being home and doing same things everyday you'll be here, earning money and doing something completely different. Maybe you'll like it." Sasuke knew that she tried to recruit him and when he looked at himself he couldn't even guess that the one in front of him used to be a shinobi.

Used to look like a boy.

His ears perked up when, suddenly, the sliding door was pulled aside. He heard Sitta-chan leave his side but he didn't move an inch. Muffled voiced was heard from wherever the ageless woman and the other where at. It wasn't until a shrill scream was heard that he quickly whipped around and almost tripped over his kimono when he saw the wonderful creature before him, standing in the doorway.

"Naruto…", he breathed. The blonde boy was clad in a kimono as well, but this one was completely blue. The silk glistered in the faint glow of the oil-lamp and Naruto's light blue kimono matched his eyes perfectly. He wore it like it was a second skin, hovering forth.

However, he hadn't seen Sasuke since he kept his eyes to the side. Down the length of Naruto's side, much like Sasuke's, stretched an embroidered pattern. White waterfall descended and pooled around his feet, making it look as if he stood in white water. Petite water-drops were spread in numerous patterns on his shoulders, looking as if it was raining. Naruto's obi was white as well and his huge sleeves hid his small hands. Sasuke couldn't imagine anything more stunning and it scared him. He'd thought Sitta-chan was beautiful but Naruto defied all odds. The blonde boy with blue eyes was gorgeous.

Sasuke swallowed. His thoughts scared him… his feelings made his heart jump and he hated it. He had to break the tension. Fast.

"Naruto", he repeated, this time louder. He saw how Naruto turned to him, like in slow-motion. His hairstyle was pretty much the same as his one, except not as full. The thought of a man lusting after Naruto, staring at the red ribbon he too had in his hair and thinking about all sorts of indecent actions they could do together made his blood boil.

"Sasuke!" Naruto screamed and smiled brightly, but then his smile faltered and a blush crept on his face. Sasuke didn't know what to make of that and blushed as well, involuntarily of course. They looked at each other, staring and contemplating what to do next.

"Don't they look great", Sitta-chan said happily, consulting the new girl who nodded. "They'll be the talk of the year, I'm sure. I can't wait till Mahami-sama gets to see them." The girl nodded again. "Where's the girl?"

Sakura was fetched and Sasuke paid no heed to her, and neither did Naruto. They cast her a few glances and established that she had on her a green kimono with lovely leaves. Sure, she looked great, but all Sasuke could see was Naruto and Naruto seemed to only notice Sasuke.

Well that was that and a fourth chapter is in the typing. Please send me some response so I know that it isn't futile to keep writing.

To this chapter I want to say that Memoires of a geisha by Arthur Golden was a big part of my small research. The feeling I got from reading that book made me want to write something regarding the wonderful history of Japan. Take in notion that the explanation about split peach comes from that book, but I have translated it into my own words. So I don't want anyone saying that I stole anything, for here is my disclaimer and praise to the almighty Arthur Golden. I highly recommend you to read the book, it's so wonderful.

I know, they really have too short hair for that hairstyle, but I don't care :D

Mahami-sama and Sitta-chan belongs to me.

Yours truly

/Tsuki no Kitsune