Disclaimer: Naruto is property of Kishimoto-sama and not me.

Pairing: SasuNaru

Warning: It's still a big warning OOC-ness. Probably a bit of grammar-faults, but that's almost expected.

Wow, all those reviews! I'm… I'm… like so happy. I love opening my mailbox to see those reviews. You are all so lovely persons; you have no idea how great you are! It is you who deserve a big round of applause, not me. Your reviews are what keep me writing this. I try to make it better and more intriguing; don't know if I succeed though. Maybe you can tell me?

This is part four of Go with the flow, just for you.

Apparently not

It was such tension in the air. Two pair of eyes, scanning from top to toe. Shaking hands which fidgeted with the hem of the sleeves. Both boys were breathtaking and both boys found the other one greater. The murmuring audience stopped talking, just to look at them… looking at each other. One could almost say that time stood still for a short while. One could almost imagine the heartbeats drumming away all other sounds, and maybe it could be said that the breaths of the two created the warm and intoxicating breeze. It was magical. And it was all thanks to a slight miscalculation which led them to this home, where the strangers brought out a whole new personality. The makeup didn't clog them up and hid them, it unlocked a new sight. A new way to see each other.

The sun was about to rise. They had to hurry. Both of them new that they were staring and why, but neither were brave enough to mention it. So they didn't say anything when Sitta-chan broke the quietness, which really hadn't existed since thoughts and feelings roamed the room… filling it with cries and questions.

"Please follow me. Mahami-sama will wake up soon."

They broke eye-contact and their eyes hit the floor. Kakashi put a hand on Sasuke's shoulder to motion him out of the room. The boy let himself be moved without any objections and he could hear shuffles of feet when Sakura and Naruto followed suit. While walking through the house and eventually end up in front a room they stood in line. Sasuke was almost happy that he didn't need to stand next to Naruto. He was afraid that it would lead to something he wasn't prepared for. So he stood there, with an extremely quiet Sakura by his side. He knew that she was feeling uncomfortable, standing there between them, but since he was feeling even more uneasy than she uncomfortable he let that lying on the bottom of his 'to-do-list'. He didn't have the strength to pretend that everything was like normal and he didn't bother returning to the 'play'. She wanted him to, Naruto probably wanted him to as well but he couldn't. Thoughts, never being present before, were starting to have an effect on him. He knew he still was Sasuke, the one who had a goal in life and didn't have time for anything else. The one who didn't want to make friends because he was too scared of losing them. The Sasuke who most people admired or feared. But his walls were starting to shatter and his defences wanted to take flight. He sighed while leaning against the frail wall. This had been a crucial part in his progress. Maybe he could stop everyone playing that stupid show over and over again. And maybe Naruto could stop acting.

He grunted. Who was he to talk anyway? Sasuke knew he'd been acting at least as much. It even showed that he'd been acting all along. Everyone seemed to notice. Everyone seemed to know that it was more to Uchiha Sasuke than meets the eye. But none saw Naruto's act. Sasuke was a bad actor, a really lousy one. And now, when he couldn't ask for anything else than to stop acting, he was told to act more. To play his part as an intriguing woman, just to get some food. For how long were they staying anyway? Did they really have to do all this? Couldn't they just walk away, to another village? He was too absorbed in his thinking that he didn't notice when the door was pushed aside and Mahami-sama took place in front of them. They were standing in the hallway, being scrutinized by the harsh eyes of Mahami-sama, who looked even older this early morning. Sasuke looked up eventually and found Mahami-sama touching Naruto's cheek. The boy was staring at her with eyes wide, like an animal to its butcher.

"Splendid, the scars are gone." Her eyes travelled up. "Your hair is unusual so I have no doubt that they will like you. You wear the kimono really well, but you lack on some departments", she said rudely and grabbed his chest, where most girls have breast. Naruto scrunched his nose and looked the other way, seemingly offended. "But the eyes will not stay long at your chest, boy. They will stay at you face and legs, so you don't have to do anything else than smile and show skin now and then."

When she seemed finished with Naruto she stood in front of Sakura. Mahami-sama smiled wickedly and squeezed Sakura's cheek hard. "You sure look lovely. But you're not very special. You are an eyesight but it takes more to impress the men you are about to meet. I suggest you act stupid and like a beginner, that won't be so hard since you are one already, that way the men will think little of you and maybe spare you a glance when you fail at something." Sakura's eyes watered and Mahami-sama wrinkled her nose. "Don't cry, it'll ruin your makeup."

Sasuke swallowed when the woman stood before him. He didn't know if he should look her in the eye or somewhere else. He felt a hand on his shoulder. "You look ready to walk the street anytime, just like the other boy. Just keep in mind that you'll have to be smart, interesting and friendly. Think you can handle that, boy, and at the same time be as pretty as you are now?" He could hear her laugh and looked up, but she was gone. He got a short glimpse of the woman when she lay down again before the door in front if him closed. He, as the rest of them, let out a breath they apparently had been holding. Before anyone had the time to register what had been said, Sitta-chan told them to follow. Sasuke knew they were going to work right that minute and the only thought entering his mind was: Why are we doing this?

They had, apparently, been asked to attend an early reception a few streets away at a highly known teahouse. Sasuke had no idea who the men were and he really didn't care. He just knew that if he and the others didn't do well, there would be no money. As they walked the streets he could see that the houses he'd seen last night wasn't as bad as he thought they were. Sure, some of them looked like they belonged to very poor people but some of them didn't fit at all with their flower arrangements and colourful facades. He looked ahead again. Sitta-chan was walking in front of him, very slowly and bowing respectfully at several people. He noticed though that some, equally beautiful women, didn't bow towards Sitta-chan. Why that was, she didn't want to answer. Instead Sasuke and his companions were told to bow anyway and his back was starting to ache eventually. It felt like an eternity until they reached their goal, the teahouse.

He knew by the instant they arrived that he didn't like receptions, gatherings or anything similar to it. Shoved into a small room with a long and low table in the middle, with six men circling it while smoking their cigars, proved to rub him up the wrong way (so to say). He got a bad feeling when they were told quietly, yet stern, by Sitta-chan to bow at the door. He bowed deeply, kept his nose to the floor but saw through his lashes that the men ignored them totally. Weren't they the show's big number? It wasn't until they floated into the room, sat down in front of the men, just like Sitta-chan had explained them to do during their walk there, that the men showed any acknowledgment to them.

"Why Sitta-chan, you brought with you fresh meat", one man with only a few strands of hair said and chuckled. Sitta-chan sat up and smiled lovingly.

"And you are the first to see them. We chose you of course", she answered and neared the man, pouring him some tee. Her 'apprentices' sat up so the men could see them, yet he and the others were prohibited to look the men in the eye and for that Sasuke was glad. He didn't want to look at them, for all he could imagine them being was men aching for young girls.

"You lie too much, Sitta-chan", another, older man with grey hair said, and showed her by offering his cup that she should fill it. She did of course, with a sneaky smile on her face.

"I wouldn't dare lying. We are happy to accompany you and I hope you'll treat them just like me", she said and giggled.

"Just like you? Then why are they wearing clothes?" a man a few seats away hollered and laughed. Sitta-chan pretended to blush and hid her face behind her hand and huge sleeve.

"What are you saying? You're implying that I'm doing that often! Shame on-"

"Easy, Sitta-chan. I know you don't. Lets forget it and drink?" Sitta-chan went over to the man and poured him some tea. Sasuke guessed they were about the same age.

The conversations continued to hop from one man to another and Sitta-chan talked to them all, pouring them refills. Sasuke almost thought they had all forgotten about her 'apprentices", but he soon found out that this was they way to do it. If the men wanted to talk, then they would. For now, Sitta-chan was in the centre of attention and it continued for hours. Eventually he stopped listening to what they were discussing; the last he had heard was about war. He even succeeded in ignoring Naruto, who was seated beside him. He just sat there, whishing he could be somewhere else. Suddenly he felt a presence very close. A man, obviously a bit younger than the others, was walking towards them. He stank of sake when he sat down clumsily.

"How could we forget about you? Why don't you come with me, I'll drink with you", he said and rose. Neither knew who he had been talking to and shot each other nervous glances. "Come on, you don't want me to wait do you, blondie?"

Sasuke almost flew from his position to stop Naruto when the boy stood up and walked towards the man. He stared angrily when the man smiled drunkenly and told Naruto to pour him some sake. Since when did they start drinking sake and not tea? Sasuke thought grimly. He noticed that he sat too far away to listen in on the conversation and figured that if he talked to the lonely man reading a newspaper next to the pair, then he would be able to keep an eye on Naruto.

The thought struck him hard and painfully. Keep an eye on him, why am I so persistent? He didn't have much time to think further on the subject when a man at the table winked at him. Sasuke growled, yet put on a faked smile and sat in front if him. He was still too far away.

The man was dressed neatly in a suit, yet the jacket was lying beside him and his shirt was unbuttoned at the top and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. Sasuke agreed when the man whispered over the table that it was extremely warm inside. The man continued to gaze at him and Sasuke was beginning to feel uncomfortable. He decided to do something about it.

"Am I so interesting that you forget about your drink? Let me pour it for you", he said with a faked light voice and leaned over to reach the pot. All of a sudden the man shot from his position and grabbed his hand. Sasuke froze and gasped, he hadn't been prepared for that at all.

"You have strong hands, unusual…", the man said and inspected his hand thoughtfully, pulling it closer and almost smelling it. "It's like you have worked hard before. Tell me, are you a worker's daughter?" he refused to let go of the hand and Sasuke merely agreed again. "Maybe that explains the rough eyes too. Have you seen horrible things? Oh, you intrigue me! Why don't you tell me something about you?" Sasuke got this hand back and tended to it inside his sleeves. He didn't like a man asking him personal questions and at the same time touching his skin, when the man was so much older. Sasuke guessed the man to be in Kakashi's age and they were similar in their way of speaking too. But he had to admit, this man seemed important and… rich. His clothes for an example, they were spotless and his hair was neatly pulled into a braid. He had no idea why the man wanted to talk to him, he seemed to be able to talk to anyone he wanted.

"Are you shy?"

"No, not really", Sasuke said eventually and looked the man in the eyes. He had decided he was going to lie up an exciting story. And that was what he did. He lied so much that he was starting to believe it too, and the man opposite sat intrigued. The braid-man, who Sasuke felt like calling, smiled big and commented often during his speech how horrible it must have been, how wonderful that he managed to escape and laughed may too often at something he said. Sasuke felt proud that he could scheme as much as he did. Hours passed and he talked to one man and one man only. Now and then he could see Sakura fumbling with the tea and pouring it onto the floor. Naruto was occupied with three men, yes three and all of them fought for his attention. Sitta-chan felt obligated to attend to the two other men, seemingly older and calmer. Sakura was at her side, scared of being alone probably. Naruto seemed to take care of himself, laughing and playing his role magnificently but Sasuke saw that Naruto had a hard time getting the men to stop touching him. They weren't grabbing or anything, just touching the fabric of his kimono, his shining blonde hair and hands. Yet, the men around Naruto were all drinking sake and were beginning to feel more and more courageous.

"Are you worried?" braid-man asked after a few minutes of quietness. Sasuke swiftly turned to him. "We can go over there if you want." He rose and helped a shocked Sasuke to his feet. "A face as gorgeous as yours shouldn't look so troubled; it must mean that my company isn't enjoyable. I'll hope to see a smile when we get here." He said and grinned warmly. Sasuke felt strangely relieved and thankful towards the man.

"It's not your company that bothers me, it's hers", Sasuke said and smiled. It felt really weird smiling to a complete stranger.

Braid-man laughed again and leaned in. "You should be, those are some perverse men. And your friend is really beautiful. Not a very good combination." Sasuke agreed without warning and almost blushed; he just hoped that the makeup hid it. Braid-man sat down next to a man who laughed at whatever Naruto had said and started to talk to him. Sasuke felt relieved when the other two men joined them, leaving Naruto and him alone for a short while. Naruto looked over at him helplessly, leaned in and whispered.

"They've asked me to strip for them for hours. Thank you for coming."

Sasuke grunted and leaned in further to whisper in his ear. "Well, my companion sniffed my hand… I had to lie up a whole life-story."

At that Naruto laughed. "He sniffed your hand? Mine wanted to sniff my legs, but I told them no. You should have seen their faces… they're so drunk though, that they forget it one second later."

"What are you beauties whisssssperin' about?" one drunk man said, Sasuke remembered him to be the one who asked earlier why they were wearing clothes. He leaned over the table and Sasuke couldn't help feeling glad that the table separated them from the men. Though, braid-man wasn't so bad, he even tried to calm one man down when he reached over to grab Naruto.

"Don't act stupid, you're scaring them. If you do, they will not want to meat with us again", he had said and the other man had smiled sheepishly and returned to his seat. The conversations continued and Sasuke was amazed of how natural Naruto sounded. They were served food by the teahouse and Sasuke had to control himself hard not to jump the food and eat like an animal. He was so damn hungry. Instead he ate slow and refined, just like Naruto did. He felt a lot better after he had eaten, and a lot safer that Naruto was by his side. He was sure that the blonde felt the same way, but neither said anything about it. Neither had commented about their staring that same morning either. It was forgotten; at least they tried to forget it. Instead they acted on their parts, smiling and laughing. Yet Sasuke had a hard time forcing himself to laugh.

"Is she shy?" a man who hadn't spoken very much that evening said. Braid-man looked Sasuke over quickly and turned to the man.

"No, she's just subtle. You should hear her tell her stories." The he leaned closer to the man, whispering. Sasuke heard anyway and almost iced over. "Just hearing her talk arouses me." Then the men laughed violently and braid-man, who didn't know that Sasuke had heard, smiled towards him. Sasuke, feeling somewhat betrayed, considered hitting him hard but felt a hand clutching onto his arm. Naruto was shaking his head slightly.

"I can see you point, there", the drunken man said and examined Sasuke. The black haired boy was shocked that none of the men had come to understand that they were praising boys. If they were to know, what would happen? He was also surprised that the conversations had taken such a turn. They had talked about such a variety of things before, and now… the men seemed only to be interested in how they could satisfy them. Had the alcohol made them turn this way? But braid-man hadn't had anything to drink yet. Sasuke sighed, he was disappointed. One of the men had fallen asleep on the table, grunting and drooling and one had gone to join Sitta-chan with her other two 'gentlemen'. Sasuke hated his situation now. Braid-man smiled at him and asked to be poured some sake, to celebrate their meeting. Sasuke refused though.

"You really think you ought to drink, do you want to end up like him?" he said, faking a laugh. Braid-man laughed heartily and smacked his knee repeatedly.

"You're a wise girl, talking like a grown man but looking way too beautiful to be one. A man loves to have a conversation with an equally as smart, but hates it when he realizes that the one he speaks to is a really ugly man. With you, that's not a problem." Sasuke didn't like his flatter anymore; he knew that the man wanted something else… just like the other ones. Suddenly a thought struck him. What if Mahami-sama didn't want him to leave since braid-man had taken liking to him? What if braid-man wanted to… own him?

"You're not like the other geishas I've talked to. I would love to meet with you again. I'm going to talk with Mahami-sama, and maybe we can talk some more on another occasion. Without these drunks?"

Sasuke swallowed. "Sure", he said weakly and felt Narutos eyes boring into him. Even though the blonde was busy accompanying the drunken man, he still listened to what Sasuke was saying. "It's up to Mahami-sama though."

"I'm sure I can convince her."

Sasuke froze. Suddenly the room wasn't as hot as it had been. Thoughts of spending time with braid-man all alone scared him. He had lost faith in his shinobi strengths. If he'd been acting rationally he would have known that even if this man made any advances he could easily kill him. But he was feeling weak now. He had to get out of this house, away from these men!

"Are you feeling alright? You seem miserable?" Braid-man walked around the table and touched his white forehead. "You're really cold. You should go back home and rest. I'll talk to Sitta-chan, maybe I can accompany you back."

Sasuke didn't want to walk with him alone. He had to think of something fast. "Oh, no, I don't want you to see me this way. Please. I rather want you to see me well, not like this." He seemed concerned at first, but then nodded and fetched Sitta-chan.

She faked a gasp. "You look horrible. We should return then." Sasuke saw her disappointed look, but it disappeared quickly when she saw his panicking eyes. She turned to the men, some of them slept. "I'm sorry but we have to make our departure now. It has been a pleasure talking to you." On her cue they bowed to the men.

"I'll hope to see you soon", braid-man said, mostly directed to Sasuke. The drunken man who had found braid-man's joke earlier very funny said goodbye to Naruto and asked to see him again. Naruto just smiled and tried to disregard the smell.

Soon they were all on their way back home, home to Mahami-sama that it. Sasuke felt like he wanted to lie down and sleep. He was so exhausted. Walking back went faster that walking to the teahouse. They didn't have to bow to as many as before, since most of them were already at home. When they reached the door, Sitta-chan stopped and looked over her shoulder, smiling.

"You did splendid, all of you! Especially Naruto, you're a beginner but you managed to keep three extremely drunken men company. Sakura, you didn't mess up as much as you think you did. The elderly men found you very interesting. But Sasuke, I'm very surprised!" She took his hands in his. "You won the heart of the big shot. I would never have believed you would be the one to do it. Do you know who he is?"

Sasuke shook his head. "He didn't tell me his name."

"That's very typical. He thinks names are unnecessary, you see."

"Who is he?" Naruto said impatiently and crossed his arms. "He acted like a bastard!" Sasuke's eyes widened with shock.

"Why do you say that, Naruto-chan?" Sitta-chan said and smirked. "That's they way they are. Like I said before, men are always hungry for power and satisfaction."

"He was a bastard because… because he wasn't even drunk and acted smutty anyway. It looked like he was going to jump Sasuke anytime."

"Just like the others wanted to jump you", Sasuke grunted quietly.

"Yeah", he mumbled for an answer.

Sakura whined. "I don't like this anymore! I don't want to work here!" For a change, both Sasuke and Naruto agreed.

"Well", Sitta-chan said and opened the door. "I have nothing to do with that. It's up to Mahami-sama and Kakashi-san. Just come in so we can eat. If you're not working tomorrow you might be allowed to bathe in the hot-spring."

Everyone perked up by the mention of a bath and food and followed her inside with a newfound strength. Entering the house again filled them with a sort of comfort. They could drop the act and be themselves again. As soon as they were out of the dresses Sasuke couldn't help but looking at himself in the mirror to see that it was in fact the old Sasuke looking back. The one with blue shirt and white pants, the one with lean muscles and something between his legs. Yes, he was back and he felt calm once again.

Sakura, who's earlier dress was torn, got to borrow a casual shirt since that was what she requested. Sasuke looked over at Naruto, who too was looking at himself in the mirror. All the makeup was gone, yet they were prohibited to destroy their hairstyles. Who would want that anyway? It hurt like hell to fix them. Sasuke almost blushed when he remembered how he'd acted when he first seen Naruto in his kimono, all dressed and ready. He found himself thinking the same way now, and it scared him. He had to look away.

Eventually they were served some food in their room. Kakashi was a no-show and so was Mahami-sama. He didn't want to meat Mahami-sama but he was kind of curious to what she thought of their performance. Sitta-chan had probably already informed her of their success. Sasuke ate his food with delight, now and then brushing against his body to remind him that he was still there. It all had felt like an illusion when they had been dressed up. He was sure Naruto felt the same way, and he wanted to ask him. But the boy seemed too occupied with his food to even consider talking. Sakura was too busy with eating as well that she didn't notice him watching. That was odd. When Sasuke had eaten he lay down with his hands beneath his head and one leg propped up. He was watching the roof with mild interest, listening to every sound in the room, which mostly were made by Naruto. Suddenly he felt a warm heat next to him and turned his head right. Naruto had lain down beside him and was also staring upwards. Sasuke's heart started beating faster.

"It was a strange day", Naruto said and sighed.

"Hn…", Sasuke said, lost for words.

"I'm glad to be back though… dressing up like that ain't my cup of tea." Naruto found his lame joke very funny. "You know, we went to a teahouse and-"

"I know what you meant, Naruto", Sasuke said and rolled his eyes. "It wasn't funny."

"Yes it was!" Naruto punched his shoulder.

"Whatever."

Naruto smiled at him. "Yeah, whatever."

Sasuke tried hard not to smile back but he failed. "You okay?" He suddenly asked and Naruto's eyes got bigger in confusion.

"Of course I am, I'm not Naruto for nothing, am I? Except … it felt kind of weird, you know." He looked away again.

"Having men touching you?"

Naruto laughed. "Well, not just that. They were drunk and old! I rather be with someone younger, these ones looked like they had fallen of a tree a loooooong time ago", he said and emphasized the word.

Sasuke had to agree. "I know what you mean. But braid-man wasn't even drunk."

"Braid-man? You call that loaded, aroused, man 'braid-man'?" He had to laugh.

Sasuke growled. "He had a braid, okay? I don't know his real name, damn it!"

"It's still pretty funny", Naruto snickered, earning a hard punch to his shoulder. "Ow! Be careful, or else I'm gonna call braid-man to come and fetch you!"

"Oh, yeah? Then I'll call that horny freak and tell him that you want him!" Sasuke hollered and started tickling Naruto.

"You wouldn't dare!" He screamed between fits of laugher, while trying to make Sasuke stop his torture.

"I'll gladly do it!" Sasuke teased and leaned closer to be able to tickle him even more. He never even considered their position and before neither noticed it, they were rolling around, kicking and scratching. Well, he meant to tickle but some scratches could definitely be established. Sakura witnessed the scene from a safe distance. Naruto laughed between his curses and Sasuke screamed when he felt cold fingers pinching his neck hard. Eventually though, Sasuke won over the blonde boy and sat triumphantly on his stomach, snickering and breathing hard. Naruto looked flushed and was panting as well.

"Hidoi! You're mean, you've probably ruined my hair and then I'll have to do it all over tomorrow. It hurt like hell! Like hell, I tell you!"

Sasuke breathed out loudly and slid down Naruto to sit beside him, resting his back on him. "Your hair is alright."

"Yours too", the blonde said. "You tickled me…?"

Sasuke looked down into his big blue eyes and grinned. "I suppose I did."

"I would never had guessed you were capable of it", Naruto teased and sat up, forcing Sasuke off him, but didn't push him away.

"Tickling isn't a big mystery you know", Sasuke grunted.

"I know, I just didn't know that you knew", he smiled big and stuck a finger into Sasuke's side. The black haired flinched. "It's an art to find the sensitive spots."

Sasuke realized suddenly that they were sitting rather close, their legs were touching and Naruto kept leaning in with his finger against his side. "So you think you've found my spot?" He questioned indifferently.

Before Naruto had the time to answer the door opened abruptly and they dashed away from each other, extremely embarrassed. It was only Kakashi though and everyone took a deep breath of joy. The man smiled with his only available eye and walked over. Eventually they were all gathered in the middle of the room, sitting in a circle and drinking some tea. Sasuke would have guessed he would have been dead tired of tea but he hadn't tasted any at the reception. They took turn explaining the day's event and they got so riled up that Kakashi had to yell at them to keep quiet.

"Why can't we just leave? We don't want to be here!" Naruto screamed loudly and thrashing his arms in every direction, almost striking Sasuke.

"It's good for you", Kakashi answered and took a sip from his tea.

"How can this be good for us?" Sasuke continued.

"We're getting molested by aroused men!" Naruto shouted.

"I don't like this Kakashi, can't we just go home?" Sakura wailed and looked pleadingly at the man.

Kakashi sighed and put down his cup ever so slowly. "We don't know the way back. When you are working, earning some money, I'm out scouting. I'm trying to find our way back home. This is a good opportunity for you to see how the world really works out here and as a shinobi you must be able to take on any part requested. You should be able to go undercover! See this as a test", he said unsympathetically and silenced them completely. "Now, I think Mahami-sama told me to inform you that the bath is open and you can all go for a dip. She told me strictly that neither of you are allowed to wash your hair. Otherwise she would ask the hairdresser to hurt you." He laughed and opened the door for them. "You don't have to be nervous. As soon as I find a way home, we'll be leaving."

Then he was gone in a puff and they stood in the doorway, stunned to silence. Sasuke took the initiative and spoke.

"I think he's right. If we can't handle this, how are we ever going to be able to go undercover? I'll find the bath; can you search for some towels?" They both nodded and Naruto shot him a last smile before Sasuke hurried off down the hall. While wandering the corridors he couldn't help but think how childishly they all were acting. They got riled up by something as simple as men in heat… he snickered. The braid-man seemed so pathetic now. He found a sign saying bath, down the hall and hurried onwards. He decided to see the hot-spring and then return for the others. How was he ever going to handle seeing Naruto in nude now, after all that had happened? He found a sliding door, just like all the other ones in the building, and opened it. If he were to get too close Naruto in the bath, how would he react? He had no control anymore! This had gotten out of hand. At first it had been just simple thoughts, wanting to protect him and now he felt warm just by being close to him. He walked in and shook his head. He didn't want to think about it and yet it haunted him. All of a sudden he heard a gasp.

He froze.

"Sitta-chan?" He breathed. An extremely naked Sitta-chan was standing in front on him, drying herself with a towel. Exposing herself and all body-parts. Her hair was let loose and all that skin glowered in the light. But something was odd, something very important had changed. Sasuke knew it was inappropriate to stare, but he couldn't keep his eyes off. Sitta-chan wrapped the towel quickly around to hide the wet body. But the towel didn't come any higher than the waist.

Sitta-chan was, apparently, not a chan.

Well, that's chapter four for you. Hope to see some comments again. : ) I introduced some characters and I'm wondering how you all reacted to 'braid-man'?

Should I continue it? Please let me know.

Yours truly

/Tsuki no Kitsune