Disclaimer: Naruto and company is property of Kishimoto-sama.

Mahami-sama, Sitta-chan, Koshika-san and of course 'braid-man' belongs to me.

Pairing: SasuNaru

Warning: Probably some spelling errors, please don't pay attention to them 'cause I'm doing my best… ya know, English isn't even 'my' language! A great deal of OOC-ness, but I have never heard you complaining about it.

Thank you all, so damn much! XD And I would like to say, to clear things out, that there is nothing romantically happening between Sasuke and Sitta-chan. And…I was really surprised to read that one of you did not only hate braid-man (who doesn't?) but also Kakashi in this story. I never intended to make him hated, but I see your point.

Here is the sixth chapter of Go with the flow!

Hanase

Sitting himself down proved to be a hard task itself for the kimono felt unusually big and clumsy, and he almost tripped on his own sleeves. He was so damn nervous that he thought he would detonate. He had, like before, seated himself in front of braid-man without looking him in the eye or even give any hints that he was 'worth the man's time' at all. He knew that it was up to braid-man to commence the conversation, and he counted the minutes as they flew past, hoping that he would never open his mouth.

He felt the presence of Sakura and Naruto by his side and it eased his nerves a bit. Sasuke played with his hands inside of his huge sleeves. The paint on his face itched and he would have scratched his nose if he hadn't been in the position he was. He could hear Sitta-chan talking happily to one of the strangers. The only people Sasuke recalled seeing before were braid-man and Naruto's drunken company, Koshika-san. If Sasuke had paid attention he would have realized that an entire hour passed without any conversation between himself and braid-man and that everyone else seemed to enjoy themselves. Well, Naruto and Sakura didn't, they just did what they were told to do… to act.

Sasuke kept staring forth, past braid-man and onto the wall behind the man. He stared so intently that he started to imagine the wall coming crashing down, burying braid-man and killing him off. It didn't though, but Sasuke was no quitter. If he had just once paid attention he would have realized that he was the only one not speaking. Although braid-man threw his opinions in discussions here and there, he kept his eyes firmly placed on Sasuke, who by all means didn't have a clue that he was observed. That wall was coming down, and it was coming down today! Even Naruto had noticed the look braid-man was giving the clueless Sasuke, but the black haired lived in his little fantasy. He was shaken out of his stupor by a gently voice he remembered to belong to none other than the, once again, well dressed and groomed, braid-man.

"It is good to see you again", he had said and Sasuke let his eyes travel from the boring, and extremely stubborn, wall to meet the man's eyes. Sasuke saw for the first time that they were green… well it didn't matter, Sasuke hated the man anyway.

"It's a pleasure", Sasuke lied after he had cleared his throat discreetly.

"Just what I thought", he said and laughed. Then he fell silent, just observing every line of Sasuke's body as if he was on sale. It passed some time before the man continued. "Are you feeling any better? You fell sick on our last meeting."

So superficial, I know you want more… skip the small talk, he told himself before answering.

"I'm fine now. I had bathed too long the day before and it took out its toll."

Braid-man smiled. "Well, a young girl as you has to keep clean… otherwise men won't wish to meet you, isn't it so?"

"Maybe", Sasuke answered discreetly.

"I'll meet with you even if you smell like…", he leaned in so close that Sasuke could feel the man's breath on his face, "… like that Mahami of yours." Braid-man whipped his head back and laughed. "She smells awful, have you ever noticed that… I've always wondered if she bathes in dung."

"I assure you, she doesn't."

"My, my… are you offended?"

Sasuke's eyes widened and he felt like slapping himself. He couldn't act this resentful. "No, of course not. But Mahami-sama would be severely hurt if she was to know."

"Well then, shall it be out little secret then?" he asked and smiled the same reassuring smile he always did. Sasuke almost fell for his charms but recollected himself before it was too late. Instead he faked a lovely smile and nodded.

The two of them exchanged words for a while. Braid-man told him a little about his childhood, how he earned his money through oil and commented every so often how beautiful Sasuke looked this day, even more than the other if it even was possible. Sasuke always faked a blush but when braid-man told him that he had made an observation, regarding the blonde geisha and Sasuke, he really did blush. Braid-man had calmly said that any man would want to be in their company, as long as they were in the same room. "For you complete each other, isn't it so? She is day and you are night." Then he had, while sipping on some hot tea, whispered with eyes closed that he himself favoured night over day, at any time. Sasuke didn't know how to take the flattering compliment at first, but suddenly all previous statements Sitta-chan had made poured into his mind. Overplay… overplay damn it!

"My, what a romantic you are", he said and fluttered his eyelashes. Sasuke felt how his pulse started surging faster through his veins when thinking about what braid-man had said about him and Naruto. "You make me blush." He hid his face behind his sleeve, hoping braid-man would think that he was teasing the man in the direction he wanted, but he was in fact buying himself some time.

"You are such a delicate girl, it seems that I can make you blush with my mere presence", he said and smiled longingly. "And that is flattering to a man in my age."

"You are not old", Sasuke remarked.

"I'm thirty and all I have is my work. You are still young and untouched, I presume?"

Sasuke nodded, not at all sure where this conversation were leading. Braid-man continued. "The only pleasure I get out of life is these meetings with the likes of you."

"Is that so bad?" Sasuke asked, feeling unsettlingly insulted.

"No, it only shows how I am, doesn't it?" He laughed. "I don't like to compare myself to Koshika-san. He just desires to touch… let his finger stroke an untouched body and maybe smell the sweat aroma you young girls generate. He doesn't think any further than his nose reach."

"And you don't?" Sasuke almost snorted, getting protective over Naruto who were together with Koshika-san right that minute.

"I don't", he smiled and reached for Sasuke's hand. Sasuke put it in his rather unsteadily and flinched when he felt braid-man's warm and long fingers seizing him. His hand was so soft… "I really don't desire what he does, in such a desperate kind of way anyhow." He caressed Sasuke's tender flesh with his slender thumb and put his entire mind into running soothing circles on top of his hand. "He jumps the girls, trying to win their affection by worthless flatter and occasional sake offerings… because maybe… just perhaps, he would get lucky. Isn't that pathetic?"

Sasuke bit his lower lip and moaned faintly as an answer. That gesture, that movement braid-man was doing to him did not only feel good… it captivated him completely. Apparently braid-man thought it was amusing for he let go and seized Sasuke's chin instead, making the boy look into his eyes.

"I don't like to be put side by side with Koshika-san and his associates, seeing as I'm forced to say things I don't mean, just to satisfy them. They give me a bad name amongst geishas and it's really unfortunate."

"I understand", Sasuke breathed… and suddenly came to realize what he was doing and shot up from his leaning position, forcing braid-man to release him. He had scared himself more than he ever thought anyone could. He had, in the grasp of braid-man, felt utterly delicate and comfortable… and that's not the kind of person he is or wants to be. He hated braid-man, he was afraid of what the man would want to do with him and he was supposed to be repulsed by his mere presence. But in the hands of his, he melted in to a pool of mush. It was unsettling! It was unnerving and it was completely wrong. He bit down hard on his lip simply to try remembering where he's from and his long and dark past, he was in great need of his anger right about now. He needed it to feel strong, even if it meant that he reverted back to the play he had now come to detest. He just needed his strength back… Sasuke didn't know how to cope with this man. But he was suddenly interrupted by a soft sound and he knew instantaneously that it was Sakura, playing her instrument.

Sitta-chan all of a sudden called Sasuke over to join her and he almost ran to sit by her side, so happy to be away from braid-man. He didn't even give him any apologies when he left the man sitting there alone, gaping after him as he went. They all watched Sakura play for a few minutes and then Sitta-chan rose to her feet. A few of the men started clapping when she brought forth her fan and struck a pose in the middle of the room. After some ridiculous laughing she began to sway her hips to the music. Sasuke was dumbstruck when she started dancing. It was as if she was one with the tunes and he couldn't tear his eyes off of her… him. That reminded him, braid-man had no idea that Sasuke wasn't a girl and it gave him newfound strength. So when braid-man sat down to join him watch Sitta-chan, he didn't even shy away, he just kept his focus on the stunning dancer before him.

He got quite surprised when Naruto suddenly sat before him on his knees, pouring him and his "escort", braid-man, tea very elegantly. Sasuke smiled a little and Naruto returned it without a word, and then continued to the next person. When Sakura stopped her music and Sitta-chan sat down on her knees she clapped her hands lovingly.

"We have another talent in the room", she said happily and mocked them with her fan.

"Who's that then, Sitta-chan. You have to show her to us!" a man from across the room stated. Sitta-chan just laughed.

"She's too good for you-"

"Maa, Sitta-chan, you're such a tease!" another man complained and the whole room got filled with laughter.

She giggled and fluttered her eyelashes at the man. "You can't really blame me, can you?"

"I want to see some dancing, if not your 'other talent', then you", braid-man next to Sasuke said and laughed merrily. All the men agreed with optimistic grunts.

"Well then", she faked a sigh and snapped her fingers for Sakura to start playing again. When the music started Sasuke suddenly found himself pulled to his feet by a strong Sitta-chan and he heard the gasps from every corner. Sasuke's face bloomed red when he met the eyes of braid-man. He looked… well… he looked astonished at first and then he seemed to be swollen with pride, smiling brightly. He started clapping his hands, and that made Sasuke panic even more. Sure he had danced the other day, but not in front of this many people. And they were all going to judge him, watch him and scrutinize him with their dirty eyes and minds. He felt like to puke.

"She's an eyesight, but can she truly dance?" a man questioned and seemingly frowned. Sitta-chan pretended to be offended and shook her fan from side to side.

"Of course she can, I wouldn't have said so otherwise!"

"You geishas have a habit of lying when it suits you", Koshika-san hollered, already drunk, and laughed.

"Fine, we'll just have to prove it to you then", she said, motioned Sasuke to where he would stand and disappeared from his side before the black haired could protest. Sasuke threw an angry look at Sakura, as if daring her to start playing 'his song', but she only shrugged her shoulders and began playing his melody he had mastered the dance to. Sasuke groaned. Then he thought an encouraging thought. If he danced, that meant more time apart from braid-man! He almost snickered to his own little plan.

He commenced his slow and composed dance. Hips moving to and fro, swaying gently as if they were one with the music. Sasuke kept himself in what he would like to call: 'the square'. In this square he knew that he could do anything he wanted. He could reach out his arms, twist, whirl, and do all kinds of moves and none would be in his way. It felt safe and it felt extremely good to dance with no restrains. His previously preoccupied mind didn't rant anymore about how he was going to escape his dreaded fate which consisted of talking to braid-man all day long. At this moment his mind was simply set on how to move about his body. An impulse told him that he was doing a faultless performance, but he never ever opened his eyes to confirm it and steal a glimpse at his audience. For he was in his own world, dancing gracefully and without any support from neither Sitta-chan nor Naruto. He knew the dance by heart. The previous day had been set on just dancing for him and he had memorised the routes completely. It was like he always does things, just like when he trains by himself off in the woods. He perform his moves, finish off at the same place as he always does and fights mercilessly the next day when he's about to win over, let's say, Naruto. He's a perfectionist by heart and it appeared evident in his dancing. He is an uncompromising worker and therefore does everything as it should be.

Sasuke continued listening to the sweet sound and raised his arms in the air, simply to take them down again and hide his white tinted face behind a borrowed fan. He found it kind of ironic that he was using a fan since that was indeed his and his former clans' trademark. If he ever had opened his eyes to see his audience he probably would have lost his balance and tripped over his long kimono. The unidentified men who had spoken earlier to Sitta-chan sat dazed, ogling at his body and serene face, his slender fingers when they reached out for something not clearly there and his ankles when they happened to be exposed. Even Sakura had a hard time concentrating on her job as the musician. She had never seen Sasuke so absorbed in anything else than fighting, and dancing suited him so well…

He finished off with a dramatic curtsying, timed exactly when the music stopped. When he looked up and faced his spectators he was in for a shock. Everyone was staring at him. The men looked like they never had seen such a sight before in their pathetic lives. But the only one not surprised was Sitta-chan and she offered Sasuke a pleased smile, which he returned with a glowing smirk. Sasuke suddenly felt uncomfortable though, and he realized quickly it was because of all the eyes directed at him. Sure, he had always been one of the most popular at the academy but he had never seen such lustful eyes… of men in their middle-aged crisis. It literally freaked him out.

"You were right, Sitta-chan. She's a talent!" a man said loudly and bit at his cigar while eyeing Sasuke where he still stood inside of his 'square'.

Sitta-chan giggled forged from her sitting position. "You ever doubted me? I'm hurt!"

The men laughed merrily and Koshika-san let go of Naruto, who he had had his arms around, and clapped his hands. "I want to see her again! Why don't you and I…", he said and leaned forth, not at all as close to Sasuke as he believed himself to be, "… why don't you and I have a little 'us' time in the room next door… ey? Maybe my little favourite can join us?" He emphasized his words with hugging an appalled Naruto close to his body, reeking of alcohol.

But then it was time for braid-man to rescue his 'lady in distress'. "I believe you will have a hard time reaching the room even, so I suggest you calm yourself down a bit."

That seemed to upset Koshika-san. "Why do you hog her? Am I not good enough for her? Who do you think you are, hogging her up completely and not sharing… you… you acorn!"

Braid-man and the rest of them, except for the youngsters, laughed. "I'm an acorn now, am I?"

"Yes… no! You are a… dwarf! No, wait… you are a greasy serpent! That's what you are! A treacherous serpent!" And then, in the middle of it all, Koshika-san passed out. Naruto fell down with him, a heavy body pressing him down. Three men ran to his rescue fortunately and carried Koshika-san away to be tendered by a nurse. The whole episode seemed not to have made such a big deal to everyone, for as soon as Koshika-san was out of the room, the party started again.

Sitta-chan sat down next to Sasuke and nudged his shoulder gently. "You are well-liked… I hope you are enjoying it?"

Sasuke looked the cross-dresser in the eye. "Sometimes I do, but I rather not be here at all."

"I know… I know. Naruto-kun and that Sakura girl say the same thing. I would gladly get you out but-"

"You don't need to explain."

Sitta-chan smiled, squeezed his shoulder and walked away again. Leaving him all alone. The dance, what did he think? Sasuke suddenly thought when he happened to look at Naruto, pouring tea once again. A strange feeling in his gut irritated him. The blonde boy was sitting on his knees with his back towards Sasuke, leaning forth slightly… and Sasuke's eyes travelled down to an area which made him blush.

"You are blushing again, how adorable."

Sasuke's head whipped up and found himself staring straight into braid-man's green eyes. The man was leaning down over him, supporting himself with his hands on his knees. It caused his black braid to fall down over his shoulders. Sasuke had never paid a thought before to why the man had a braid and he was tempted to ask.

"Why do you have a braid?" he quietly said.

Braid-man seemed surprised by the randomness of the question in the beginning, but then he smiled. "It's a long story really, it would bore you to death."

Sasuke shook his head and braid-man laughed while sitting himself down next to him. "Well, if you insist, I shall shorten the story for you. My old man once said when I was a little boy, living in a poor shed by the river, that all we men really have is our hair. At first I thought it was ridiculous and refused to ever speak to my father about it again. But when my father divorced my mother, when he split up with my next 'mother' and when he once again separated to a woman I brought up the conversation we had had years before. My father was a wise man, you have to believe me. And his theory about a man's hair has come to be one of my many believes." He stopped to sip some tea.

"For a man, hair represents youth and while a man is young, he has everything going for him. As soon as his head turns grey or looses his hair he his out of the game. I always wanted to stay on top of the food-chain and I knew by experience that as soon as a man turns grey and dull, he is dead. It happened to my father. He was forced to cut his hair to be able to feed me. And by that day… he grew old. He was a nobody at that minute. I promised myself to never cut my hair, never grow old and grey. Look at me now, I'm wealthy and on top of the food-chain. So my hair represents how to fool evolution." He laughed and took a huge sip. "You probably think I'm delusional."

"Oh, no", Sasuke lied, he really didn't know what to think, "I think it's honourable."

He laughed loudly. "That's a new one! Well, I'm glad you don't think I'm crazy."

Sasuke faked a smile and forced a mouthful of tea down his throat. He chose not to answer him. Of course Sasuke thought he was crazy! He was mad and creepy. He was like perfection with his green eyes and long black hair, his pale skin and slim body… but he was still nuts to ever think Sasuke liked him. All of a sudden he could feel a hand on his cheek and flinched. The warm hand caressed him gently.

"Would you mind coming with me for a walk?"

Sasuke gulped. "Sitta-chan requires me to be here… you see… I'm supposed to dance again and-"

"I don't think she'll mind so much. I just want to spend some time with you, somewhere we can talk without being interrupted."

Interrupted, who has ever interrupted us? Sasuke thought and cast a desperate look towards Sitta-chan, but she was busy entertaining another man. "I guess we can go for a walk, but we'll have to be back soon."

He smiled and helped Sasuke to his feet. "I want to show you the garden, it's really magnificent."

Sasuke merely nodded, feeling helpless and distressed. He followed braid-man through the door, leaving safeness with his team-mates behind. Braid-man took him to the backside of the house and opened the door for him. Sasuke stepped out on a terrace where oil-lamps were hung from the roof and cast their light onto the shining wood, making it look like syrup. It had gotten dark outside and a moon, just as lonely as Sasuke felt, shone brightly. Braid-man offered his arm for Sasuke to hold onto when he continued down the patio, past the windows to the room in which Sitta-chan and the others where. Braid-man and Sasuke walked down from the patio and entered a shadowy garden, filled with cherry blossom trees and water fountains. Neither spoke when they continued their walk and Sasuke started to wonder why braid-man had suggested the walk if he wasn't even going to speak. He got the answer to his own question when he was led onto the same terrace but led the opposite direction they came from. Sasuke started to panic.

Braid-man smiled at him and opened a new door. Sasuke hesitantly entered and gasped when he saw how beautiful the room was. The room was decorated elusively in dark red and black frames around old paintings on the wall. On the floor were two velvet cushions put, also in the colour red, in front of a low table. Braid-man shut the door behind him and took off a coat Sasuke hadn't noticed he'd been wearing and put it on the floor. Sasuke fidgeted with his sleeves.

"Wasn't the garden beautiful?" he said and motioned Sasuke to sit down on one of the cushions, he himself sat down on the other one. "I think a garden should be witnessed in silence so you must forgive me if you thought I was ignoring you, for that was not the case."

Sasuke faked a relieved smile. "Oh, that's good to hear."

"I'm really glad to be able to spend this marvellous moment with you, I understand that it is an important occasion."

Sasuke cocked his head left. "I do not understand."

"The life of a geisha sure is hard, isn't it?" he sighed and then lifted his head to meet Sasuke's black eyes. "Geishas have a strange way of living but I'm honoured to make one's life at least a bit more enjoyable."

"You are talking in riddles…"

"I didn't even have to insist Mahami-sama", he said calmly.

"Can you please explain wha-"

"Actually, I'm quite satisfied how the arrangements progressed. We agreed on all terms in fact. Wasn't that smooth?"

"What arrangement with Mahami-sama?" Sasuke probed on, starting to feel uneasy. But braid-man continued to ignore him.

"She said that she was honoured that I had taken such a fancy to you, one of her daughters. But, you should know that it is I who am flattered to be the one."

The one?

Now it was time to panic. Sasuke shot up from his sitting position. "I haven't agreed to this", he whispered weakly, not at all sure of himself.

"Do not worry. We'll take it as slow as the water pours horizontally." Braid-man fidgeted with his loose shirt. "Isn't it warm in here?"

Sasuke didn't need to answer, for both knew that it was scorching hot. The black haired teen turned to flee out the door but realized that someone had blocked it from the outside. He whipped around when he heard braid-man rising.

"I hate it when you look upset. It's a vision that can destroy a poor man's heart."

"Stop making me upset then!" Sasuke growled.

"Why don't you come over here so I can talk to you?" he said and reached out his hand.

"I can hear you perfectly fine from this distance."

Then braid-man advanced so fast that the boy had no time to flee. He embraced Sasuke in a swift motion and pulled the boy so close that he literally jammed his nose into the back of Sasuke's neck. Sasuke felt a chill going down his spine when braid-man breathed in, savouring the scent of him as if he were food on display. Sasuke fell limp in his tight hold and stared pitifully over braid-man's shoulder and onto the wall. He hated walls, they always disappointed him… because they never saved him. He let out a whimper.

"You're so exquisite", he breathed down his neck. "You are an extraordinary girl. More beautiful than the night, shining over the day and making the cherry blossoms in the garden and the ones you are wearing on you kimono waver in their beauty, you overshadow them. Mahami-sama sure doesn't smell very good, not as good as you, but she has a fine nose for business. I had to pay a whole lot but it's worth it, you are worth everything…", he said lustfully and lifted Sasuke off his feet and carried him to a closet. With one arm securely around Sasuke's waist he opened the closet with the other, took out a futon together with a pillow and blanket and put it all on the floor. Sasuke didn't fight him… he was stunned silent.

Mahami-sama sold me?

Braid-man turned him around so he could look him in the eyes, that flawless face with absolutely green eyes was so close. The man had his hands firmly on Sasuke's shoulders.

"I have longed for this day…", he laughed a little. "Even though I only have known you for a few days. But from the first fleeting look I got from you and your absolutely gorgeous eyes, this day have been in my mind. I'm not like the others, just like I said, I didn't jump you… I didn't harass you like Koshika-san would have done. He would have taken you without any compassion and agreements with your mother. He wouldn't have followed the procedure! I did, I made it officially allowed. Do you understand?" He didn't wait for an answer though.

Braid-man lowered Sasuke to the futon, lifted and pushed the pillow beneath his head, gently stroking his features in the process. Sasuke froze of sheer fear but anger took over quickly.

"You are such a liar. Maybe you didn't jump me at first but you are just sneakier than the rest!" Sasuke screamed when he felt the weight of braid-man on his body. "Hanase! Let me go! You are hypocrite, saying you are gentle and not jumping girls… Hanase… ghnnn"

Braid-man had put his hand over Sasuke's mouth while the other one was touching his hip very provocatively. "You remember what I once said; about a man loves to talk to an equal smart but hates it when he realizes that the one he is speaking to is an ugly man? You remember that?"

Sasuke nodded angrily. "I worship talking to you but I'm even happier to see that you're not ugly. I am going to get what I paid for, and it's going to be amazing, you will see. So don't you worry. I am a good lover…", he released Sasuke's mouth.

"How do you know? Have you ever fucked yourself and popped the question?" Sasuke growled through clenched teeth.

Braid-man looked surprised. "You speak so harsh to me. The more subtle side of you arouses me more though… and the one that dances… oh my…", he squeezed Sasuke's hip and rocked his crotch against Sasuke. "Do you have any idea what you did to me while you danced? I felt like to snatch you right there."

"But then you would have been just like Koshika-san… ghnn… isn't that so?" Sasuke squirmed by the unfamiliar touch to his lower regions. "He jumps the girls, trying to win their affection by worthless flatter and occasional sake offerings. Wasn't that how you described him, you hypocrite? Wasn't it you who said it was pathetic?"

"You mean that you didn't like my flattering? Sure you did, I saw how you yearned for some attention", he said and worked his hands between Sasuke's legs. That sure got Sasuke riled up for he started twisting, kicking and hitting. But Sasuke found himself instead completely beaten when braid-man separated his legs and pushed down hard, grabbed Sasuke's hands with one hand, pinned them over his head and clutched his chin with the other.

"You know what else I said", he breathed huskily on Sasuke's face, watching him with eyes filled with desire. "I said that Koshika-san desires to touch… to let his fingers stroke an untouched body and maybe smell the sweat aroma young girls generate. I do too… oh, yes I do! But he and I are like chalk and cheese, when he doesn't think any further than his nose reach I do instead. Since I wanted you, I made it possible with your mother."

They lay on the futon, Sasuke's leg spread apart with a full grown man between them. His kimono was undone at the end and the obi was untied. Sasuke felt completely left out and naked but he was glad that the kimono still shielded his chest and that braid-man hadn't noticed that he was short on some departments, for he had no idea what the man would do to him then. Sasuke suddenly tensed… something profoundly glandular was happening in the boundaries of braid-man's pants.

Sasuke started trashing and struggle. He didn't like the hard limb he knew were throbbing his thigh. Therefore he started to scream, as loud as he ever could. He had never stooped to the level of screaming for help before. But he had never been dressed up as a girl and molested by an overconfident, hair obsessed, maniac before either. What really concerned him was that he felt so weak; he had almost no power in his body and screaming took out its toll.

"Stop moving!" Braid-man snarled. "You are not making it easy for me. I thought you liked my company… but even if you lied you should know that you could easily end up with someone a whole lot worse than me for a first lover."

I need to buy some time! he screamed in his head.

"Who said I haven't had a lover yet?" Sasuke snarled.

"Mahami-sama told me."

That sure fell down the drain and Sasuke sighed. Braid-man's hand continued to roam his body but Sasuke could suddenly feel a wet tongue lap at his ear. He gasped. "Stop!"

Braid-man didn't stop though, he just continued to lick Sasuke's neck, sucking at his earlobe and breathing in his ear. "You taste wonderful… and your body is so tight, but you are a worker's daughter… I know that, and I'm not complaining if you thought that." He started to rock his body against Sasuke's again, and Sasuke could feel the hard and erect member pounding his thigh all over again. Sasuke could almost not believe that he was in such a situation… it was so damn surreal. Braid-man succeeded in some way, without letting go of Sasuke, undress himself and now Sasuke had stuck between his legs a completely naked man. He started to scream again, until his throat went dry. Braid-man's chest gleamed in the poorly lit room and sweat trickled down to hit Sasuke on his chest.

"You are exquisite when you are dressed, but I can't wait any longer to find out how you look bare. Why don't I help you off with that?" he said and foolishly let go of Sasuke's hands to remove the kimono. Sasuke took his chance and started hitting the man on his head… but his hits didn't even connect. He came up with a scary conclusion…

I'm drugged!

"You are clever… as always." He laughed and licked his throat, not even realizing that he had an Adams apple. "You'll be fine tomorrow; the tea just makes you weaker. Don't you worry."

"Hanase! Hanase! Hanase!"

Braid-man shut him up by sucking on Sasuke's lower lip. The man squeezed his eyes shut with pleasure. Sasuke stared mortified, tears threatening to fall.

"Did she really sell me?" he whispered and blinked away the tears. Braid-man's voice was as soft as always when he explained in his ear.

"Yes, and she didn't even hesitate when I offered her the money cash. You should be proud of yourself… you probably saved her house. I paid more for you than no other men have ever paid for Sitta-chan, and she's this town's most appreciated geisha."

Sasuke's eyes blurred with tears and when they fell, braid-man lapped them up with his sticky tongue. Sasuke didn't struggle when he felt the man's hands roaming inside his kimono. He knew that braid-man was going to find out soon that he didn't have any breasts but he didn't dare think what was going to happen then.

"Wait… wait…", Sasuke pleaded. "Who knew?"

"Knew?"

"About this deal?"

"Oh…", he moaned in his ear. "Just me and Mahami-sama, and some random girl I hired to block the doors."

Sasuke swallowed. It eased his mind that Sitta-chan hadn't been in on it and he stopped caring that braid-man was feeling him up. He heard an indistinct mumble about him having a very flat chest but just ignored it, tilting his head left to gaze upon the beautiful paintings. He tried paying no heed to braid-man's ministrations and how he rocked his body up and down. He attempted to not be knocked over by the fear of what braid-man was going to do with him, when he successfully removed Sasuke's clothes. He had a naked, extremely aroused, man pleasing himself just by rubbing himself against Sasuke. He almost didn't manage to keep himself from claiming him right there, so how was he ever going to control himself when he found out that the girl he once found was the most exquisite item indeed was a boy? What if he claimed him anyway…? Sasuke cried now… he hadn't cried for so many years and now they came in floods.

Meanwhile braid-man kept on moaning and thumping, Sasuke continued to stare at the paintings. He pictured himself to be someplace else, like at home… in his boring apartment. Or maybe in Naruto's. His place always seemed so happy… but now Sasuke knew that Naruto wasn't at all happy. Not all the time like he once had believed. Sasuke bit his lip from keeping a scream shattering his ears. His pelvic bone hurt enormously from the hard and escalating hammering braid-man persisted on doing. Sasuke was out of hope…

"Ha… hanase… please…", Sasuke whimpered while his head hit the floor repeatedly. The pillow had been thrown away by braid-man since he obviously thought it was in his way of access. Sasuke thought he was going to break… and he knew that braid-man hadn't even started yet. "Stop it… sto-"

"Yamero!"

Braid-man was suddenly hoisted off his crushed body and chucked away brutally as if he were a mere doll, only to end up hitting the wall which broke in two and smashed his head and put him out for the count. Sasuke felt how the air returned to his body and coughed weakly, and in some sort of misty state of mind he tilted his head to the right… just in time to see Naruto running towards him. He felt how two warm, safe, arms wrapped themselves around his body and pressed him against a soft chest. He breathed in the sweet scent and let a smile grace his lips. A hand caressed his head, patting it slightly and a voice hummed that everything was going to be alright, you just wait… I'm going to make everything alright again…

He never noticed that Naruto sat hugging him tight with tears going down his cheeks and he never saw how braid-man was currently being beaten to a bloody pulp by one furious Sitta-chan. Sasuke never noticed that there was a big hole where the door once had been and he never realized that the walls had for once saved him.

Sixth chapter for you all… wohaa… never thought my story was going to be so appreciated. I love hearing "is so original" and similar… it's what every writer wants to hear. So just because I heard it once doesn't mean I don't want to hear it again. Please keep your opinions coming. I need to be encouraged to be able to keep writing.

Yours truly

/Tsuki no Kitsune