A/N: Well...I didn't get too many reviews from the last chapter...so I'm starting to think that you guys are really just in this for the sex? I hope not. I mean, I know there are a lot of hentais out there, but geesh. Oh, well. This chapter has a decently long love scene, so you can be happy hentais. Yuya and Ichiro are actual people. They run a shop selling vintage, antique, and new kimono in Osaka, Japan. If you would like to visit their website, please go to . It is their online "flea market," though I have not seen anything that is of poor quality. And they are wonderfully kind and helpful people. Oh, and my apologies to any of you that actually like Ranma 1/2 (I'll keep you in my prayers, O Ye of Bad Taste), I have to bash every now and again...

Warnings:

FL--foul language, as usual

LF--lemony fluff. Yes, there is such a thing.

Y--Yaoi goodness.

Legal Stuffiness: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters therein. Kishimoto Masashi, sole proprietor. Neither do I own Ninja Scroll (Kawajiri Yoshiaki), Cowboy Bebop (Kawamoto Toshihiro), Sailor Moon (Takeuchi Naoko) or Ranma 1/2 (Takahashi Rumiko).

Machi Yoko Naruto
Chapter 11: Strawberries and Fire
"So when the hell were you planning on telling me that I have a brother?" Naruto asked in a deadly calm voice as he hung up the telephone. Sasuke was wedged between the counter and Naruto's body, and he was only slightly frightened by the dangerous tone his lover was using. "Well? I'm waiting, teme." Apparently, he had just finished talking to Gaara. Sasuke was at a bit of a loss. He really didn't think that anything would come of Ino's visit. Perhaps the woman was more persuasive than he had thought?

"Naruto, I—" The blonde's eyes shut him up. He already seemed to know that Sasuke didn't want to be the one to tell him, which was what he had been about to say. In fact, he was going to say that he wanted his brother to be the one to enlighten him. Naruto sagged where he stood, his forehead coming to rest on Sasuke's shoulder. "Are you all right?" It was all he could think to say. With everything that had happened, he did feel guilty about keeping things from Naruto. And now, that guilt was laid bare. Naruto could see it, he was sure. Maybe that was why he had stopped being angry, and just collapsed against him.

Quietly, the other man said, "There aren't any other big surprises you've kept from me, are there? I don't think I can handle anything else." Sasuke made a negative grunt. "Good." Suddenly, Sasuke's world tipped sideways, then upside down altogether as Naruto threw him over his shoulder. With each step, Sasuke got a painful jolt of shoulder in his stomach, and he stifled a grunt. The blonde man set him down on the couch, and then grabbed the remote control for the television before settling himself behind Sasuke.

In a few seconds, Sasuke's least favorite show came on, and Naruto stealthily wrapped his legs around his waist, making certain that he could not get away. "Naruto, why are we watching this?"

An evil smile crossed scarred features. He could feel that smile against his neck. "This is your punishment for keeping me in the dark, and a warning against future infractions." And, with that, Naruto clamped himself firmly around Sasuke, and made him watch as the program progressed. The chin that sat on his shoulder moved as Naruto said, "You know, I will never understand that Ryouga. He takes everything so literally!"

Sasuke turned his face to look at Naruto, who was still holding him firmly in place. Trying not to sound as if he was whining—though doing exactly that—he said, "Naruto, please. I hate Ranma. You know I hate it." Naruto began chuckling as Ryouga turned into P-chan. "For the love of all that is holy, Naruto, I'm sorry! Just turn it off!" Naruto laughed harder, and Sasuke started to struggle. "It's not goddamned funny, idiot! We're losing IQ points watching this." He was getting desperate. He couldn't move. He was even having a hard time breathing. All he could do was sit there and watch Ranma chasing the little black pig down the hallway. If the man wanted to watch anime, then why didn't he watch something good? Why didn't he watch something like Ninja Scroll, or Cowboy Bebop? Hell, Sasuke would even watch Sailor Moon before he'd voluntarily sit through an episode of Ranma ½.

"Well, Sasuke, if you promise to be a good boy, I'll turn it off." Suddenly, Sasuke stopped struggling. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end as he heard Naruto's voice in his ear, low, growling, and causing reactions in him that he didn't want at the moment. He struggled just a little more, but only in a half-hearted kind of way. His skin was pebbled with goose bumps as the television channel changed. The screen went blue, and then there was a mechanical click, and a whirring sound. Naruto's DVD player had come on, and the changer had been initialized. There was no telling what would come on next.

The screen still blue, there was suddenly beautiful music flowing through the room. Sasuke could make out a shamisen, a small drum, and a flute. He leaned his head back against Naruto, and rested his hands on the man's knees, pulling Naruto's legs tighter around himself. He could have been mistaken, but he didn't think he was. Sasuke had heard a little mewl of happiness. He smiled as the music lulled him, and as Naruto's arms loosened to a more comfortable hold. Just when he thought he was almost relaxed enough to fall asleep, his goose bumps came back. Naruto had started nibbling at his neck. "Mm…" he said contentedly, "Naruto, when's the last time I told you how much I love you?"

Pausing in his biting, the man seemed to think for a moment. His voice was rather amused when he continued, "This morning, before breakfast, while I had you in the shower." Sasuke's eyes nearly rolled back in his head at that thought. He hadn't told him anything. Sasuke didn't count nearly unintelligible moaning and screaming as any kind of conversation. "Why? Do you want to repeat that incident?" As much as Sasuke really wanted to say yes, he shook his head.

"No. I was just thinking how nice this feels." Sasuke trailed his fingers up Naruto's thighs, and got another happy little whimper for his trouble. "I love you," he said, turning his head to peck the side of Naruto's face before turning back around to look at the bright blue of the television.

"Oh. I can handle that." He could feel Naruto's smile against his neck, broad, warm, and genuine. It was a smile that was uniquely his, and it was the one that he loved above all other expressions. But then, there was a telltale twitch in that smile, which was another reason why he loved it. "Saaaasuke…" Naruto sang in his ear.

"What?" He knew what was coming. Naruto wanted something, and he would annoy the hell out of him until he got it.

"Let's go out."

"Out? Out where?" Sasuke asked this curiously, his voice rising as Naruto commenced biting his neck again, which caused more than only goose bumps to rise. "If you want to go out, you'd better stop that." The man behind him only took hold of his arms, clamped down with his legs, and continued with the absolute torture that he was so wonderful at.

Between applying teeth and tongue to the sensitive areas of his neck, he heard Naruto say, "We could go—" a particularly nice swirl of tongue over his jugular made him jump "—out to eat—" teeth nipping at his collarbone, and he moaned "—or go to a bar—" his ear somehow found its way into Naruto's mouth "—how about going to a tea house?" That seemed to be the end to Naruto's suggestions. For a moment, Sasuke merely relaxed against his lover and said nothing, just letting sensation wash over him. Then, Naruto stopped, much to his (and his libido's) dismay.

"Hey, why did you stop?" The dark-haired young oyabun said, irritated, and turning his head slightly so that he could see Naruto. The man was grinning like an idiot.

"That was just encouragement. Bribery to get what I want out of you." Sasuke's mouth hung open at his words. Naruto reached up and shut his mouth for him, his teeth clicking together. "Come on, Sasuke. Are you ashamed to be seen in public with me if I'm in street clothes or something?" Sasuke started. He had never thought that Naruto might wonder about that sort of thing. Sasuke certainly didn't. He could never think of being ashamed of someone so beautiful. In fact, it was quite the contrary.

"No, Naruto. I just think you look—" Sasuke pressed himself firmly against the man's chest, rubbing his face on Naruto's neck "—exceptionally fine and very sexy in a kimono." Letting his lips graze lightly tanned skin, he said, "Why do you think I made you wear nothing else? I needed eye candy. But you look good in anything, you know that." Truth be told, he didn't want to take Naruto out, simply because the man drew too much attention. He was far too beautiful for his own good, and Sasuke didn't want other people looking at him. Selfish, yes. But Uchiha Sasuke was, by nature, a jealous and protective man. And with someone so important to him, he felt he had the right to be so. Naruto seemed to catch on, and he laughed lightly as Sasuke's tongue flicked his earlobe, just before sharp teeth grazed the sensitive flesh.

His voice rose half an octave at that contact. "That's a little…aaaah…possessive, don't you think?"

Sasuke latched onto his neck, biting down just a bit harder than was comfortable for the man, and dug his nails into the thighs wrapped around his waist. There was a high possibility that both actions were going to leave marks. "Is that a problem, Naruto? Do you take offense at me not wanting to share?" Blonde hair brushed his forehead as he was answered in the negative, Naruto's head shaking from side to side. In answer to the question that started this debate, Sasuke soothed the fresh ring of teeth marks with his tongue, then said, "I have no objection to the tea house. But I have no clothes to go to such a place. Nothing clean, anyway."

Naruto laughed. "Well, leave that to me." Sasuke was rather puzzled for a moment as the legs that were around his waist left him, and he then felt alone and small on the couch. Telephone now in hand, Naruto smiled brightly, and dialed a number. "Ichiro-san? Sumimasen, old friend. I regret to call you at home. Hai, hai. I need a favor. A friend and I will be by the store in a little bit. Can you suit us?" After a short pause, Naruto said in a very formal tone, "Domo arigato gozaimasu. We will be at the store in twenty minutes," and then hung up the phone and turned to Sasuke, who still sat on the couch, mourning the loss of Naruto's body. "Now that we'll have something to wear, we best get clean. And no funny business in the shower. The store is down the street, but we've only got twenty minutes."

Getting up from his seat, Sasuke walked—rather uncomfortably—to the stairs, where he was pushed up by Naruto. All the while, Sasuke cursed under his breath about his erection.

The store turned out to be a small shop that sold vintage and antique kimono. The owner, Takahashi Ichiro, met them at the door, just as he flipped on the lights. It appeared that Naruto was close, personal friends with the man, as well as his wife, Yuya, who smiled graciously at Sasuke as she nodded her greeting. "Yuya-chan!" Naruto said in a loud and genial tone, before bowing slightly and then shaking her hand. "It has been a long time. I am very sorry to interrupt your day off…"

"Nonsense, Naruto-kun! We love you, you know that. If we had children, we would want our sons to be just like you." The woman's manner was so genuine, and her smile so open, Sasuke knew that she spoke the truth. Her eyes strayed to Sasuke, and Naruto seemed to remember himself.

"Forgive me, please. Yuya-chan, Ichiro-san, this is a very close friend of mine, Uchiha Sasuke. Sasuke, these are the people who looked after me while I was younger, after my mother passed away."

Ichiro's voice rumbled, "You mean after she was murdered." Yuya pulled a fan, seemingly from out of nowhere, and smacked her husband on the back of the head after she saw the smile fade from Naruto's face. The man mumbled, "My apologies. I forget myself." After a long moment of tense silence, he cleared his throat. "Well, what can I help you boys with today?"

"We'll be going to Falling Leaves, but as you can see, we're not dressed." Naruto's voice had none of the tension in it that Sasuke thought he saw in his shoulders, and he was amazed. He must really care for these people to hold himself back like this.

Yuya smiled, and said, "That is easily remedied. I have half a dozen things that would look wonderful on your friend. He's lovely." Her eyes had a certain glint to them that showed Sasuke the woman was well aware of their situation. How had she caught on, just by seeing them together? He shrugged it off. It didn't matter. Sasuke had never really had a real relationship before, so he had no reservations about being completely open about it. Sasuke found himself being pulled to the back of the shop. Not long after, the woman was throwing up her hands in elation. "That is just…oh, I don't think I've ever seen anyone look so handsome!"

Sasuke looked at himself in the mirror. The frown on his face actually faded after a long moment. It didn't look bad at all. And it wasn't even black. The woman had found a dark red kimono for him, which was now belted around him by a black obi. He turned to where Naruto was being suited, to get the man's opinion. Blue eyes turned toward him, and widened.

"Sasuke, that looks…" but the rest of his words were drowned out by Yuya, and his own heartbeat. Naruto wore a kimono that was almost suited for a festival. It was entirely the color of his eyes, belted in pale green, and Sasuke found that he could barely breathe, just from looking at him.

Half an hour later, both young men were thanking Ichiro and Yuya profusely on their way out of the door. They then got into the car, and Naruto gave Sasuke directions to Falling Leaves, his favorite teahouse. The place was small, but beautifully furnished. There was a private room in the back, and it was given them as soon as the woman stationed at the door saw Naruto. "Naruto-san! How wonderful to have you here again! Should we bring tea back for you, as well as some other refreshments?"

"Yes, Kira-san, that would be lovely." They were led to the private room by a small man of about fifty years, obviously Kira's father, and Sasuke assumed that the man was the owner of the establishment. He let Naruto walk ahead of him, since he was the one known to these people. Once they were seated, the man left them. Naruto turned to him, a sly smile on his face. Sasuke knew that look. Suddenly, he felt rather warm. Had Naruto only wanted to go out so that they would be able to make love in a public place?

Shortly, the girl named Kira returned, with tea, and was followed by two young girls, no older than fifteen. The tray of tea was placed between the two men, and Kira bowed to Naruto. The girls settled trays of fruit and sushi on either side of the tea, and scurried out of the room. Kira leaned down and whispered something in Naruto's ear, then left, closing the doors. Naruto lifted the tea tray, and pulled a flat package from under the lacquered wood. He smiled and opened it. Inside, there were pictures. To Sasuke's surprise, there were images of his brother, of Kisame, Zetsu, Deidara, and even Sasori and the others. The only one of the ring leaders that was not represented was the one no one could identify. The supreme leader.

"Where did you get these?"

Naruto placed them on the floor between them. "Kira is a very accomplished photographer. Her family has worked for mine for a very long time." So, that was the true reason for him suggesting they go out… Sasuke eyed Naruto suspiciously. "Hey, if I'm going to do the damned yakuza thing, I have to renew all of my connections. Kira is the youngest, and most capable of my family's information specialists. She's my fourth cousin on my father's side, and her father has done us great service in the past. I have every reason to trust her."

"So…"

"No, I'm not telling you anything else." Naruto stubbornly crossed his arms over his chest. "Let's just enjoy the meal that Kira prepared." The blonde man smiled at Sasuke's scowl, and plucked a strawberry from the platter. He was making little sounds of delight as he ate it, which made Sasuke realize that he really was hungry. He had not eaten since breakfast, and after training for so long against a man who seemed never to tire, one developed something of an appetite. When Sasuke reached for one of the strawberries for himself, Naruto slapped his hand away.

Snatching up another of the fruits, the blonde smiled widely. Sasuke found himself being leaned against the table, his kimono pulled away from his neck, and strawberry juice running down his chest, which Naruto dutifully licked off of him. His eyes closed as the scent of strawberries mingled with that of Naruto, invading his mind, and rendering him completely unable to resist. It always seemed to happen this way. His lover had found the absolute best way to change the subject of any conversation. No matter how many times he did this, it always seemed to work.

His reflection on the other man's distraction techniques only got so far, as always. Sasuke soon found his clothes being unceremoniously removed, the plates of food shoved aside. Pictures of mass murderers slid to the floor, and his mind shut down at the sudden sensory overload. "Aah." Sticky sweetness dribbled over his skin, followed shortly thereafter by a warm, wet, and slightly rough tongue, giving Sasuke the impression of being lovingly groomed by a large cat. Before he could snort at that idea, he heard and felt the knot of his obi being completely undone, and the entire thing was pulled teasingly from his waist in short order, with one smooth tug.

The folds of his kimono opened, and then the under kimono came untied, and warm hands smoothed over skin that was the color of fine porcelain, again bringing up pebbled flesh. The air of the room was cool on his skin when the cloth fell away, revealing him in the soft light, and Sasuke finally found himself, when he realized that he was tugging at Naruto's clothing. The other man smiled at him as if it were amusing that Sasuke could not figure out how to remove a simple obi.

Growling at this idea, he concentrated all of his energies on that knot, trying his best to ignore Naruto's roving hands. It became more and more difficult as he felt them enter his underwear, which were soon gone as well. As the green fabric finally came untied under his persistent efforts, he gave a small cry of triumph. When he had shoved away and untied the rest of the other man's clothing, he looked up at him, smirking. That smirk only lasted so long, because he found himself pressed back against the table, the cool lacquered surface chilling the skin of his back. "Sasuke," Naruto whispered, "is here all right with you, or is it too cold?" He nearly laughed. The blonde was usually not so very considerate in his…attentions.

Against a wall, in a closet, on the conference room table (which was glass, and quite cold indeed), in the swimming pool, on couches, wherever. Naruto usually found a way to make Sasuke not care where they were. Temperature was the least of his worries as he felt Naruto press against him, warm and teasing. Fingers ran up his sides, ghosting over his skin and causing him to shiver. Why did those hands always affect him so? Of the thousands of touches he had received from Naruto, no two ever were the same, which might have accounted for the fact that he never really got used to how wonderful those calloused fingers made him feel.

Blue eyes were looking down at him with concern, a small frown forming on lips that Sasuke could not help but take advantage of. Raising his face to meet Naruto's, he traced those lips with his tongue, gently asking. And suddenly, he found that he could not breathe. Hands took his face quickly, and pulled him up farther, a taste sweeter than any honey filling his mind and mouth, invading him, and pushing away any thought of the table, the room, or the fact that on the other side of the door were dozens of people that might hear the cries that they both would soon be making.

Skin slid against skin, and heat began to build. "Naruto…I don't c-care about the table…" he said as he felt that wonderful tongue on the skin of his chest, circling teasingly around his left nipple, and nearly causing his voice to break. "…gods…just…oh, please, stop teasing me…"

One swipe of warm wetness over that small, exceedingly sensitive piece of skin, and he heard in a low, thick growl, "But you're so beautiful when I do, Sasuke. Do you know how beautiful you are?" Naruto's lips trailed kisses up his chest, then his neck to his jaw, and finally again to his mouth, where if it were possible, Sasuke would keep them forever. Between kisses—which the fair-skinned man could not decide if they were searing or just intoxicatingly sweet—Naurto murmured, "It's torture for me, too, you know." Wondering what Naruto meant by this, he absently stroked the back of the other man's smooth, tanned leg with his foot, all the while frowning in confusion.

Lips lowered to his ear, only millimeters away from the responsive flesh. "It's the hardest thing for me not to take you immediately…" Naruto's breath hitched, and his voice trailed off as Sasuke moved under him, his hips arching into those of the man above him. Finally, when he found his breath, he smiled against the pale skin of Sasuke's neck. "But I love the way you look when you can't take any more. When you're close to losing your mind…it's…exquisite torture." At his final words, Naruto settled his entire weight down onto him, the profound sensation of this contact shooting sparks through Sasuke's whole body.

His eyes closed, and he found himself panting at the feeling of Naruto as if he had never been with him before. This was an entirely new feeling. Of all the times they had made love, Sasuke could keep some form of composure. If he did lose it, it returned soon thereafter. The way he felt at the moment, as if he were dying, yet more alive than ever before…he did not want it to end, yet he wanted Naruto so badly that nothing else mattered. He breathed against his lover's neck, "Stop torturing yourself, Naruto. Please…I need you…now." Teeth nipped at his shoulder, and he sighed, but this torture was too much now. His arousal was now becoming painful, even with the pleasurable feeling of Naruto moving against him. It wasn't enough. It was never enough. Nothing was, except him. "I want you to make love to me, right now."

Torture. It really was torture. Naruto's body lifted from his, and though he wished it back, he also was glad that he would not have to endure much more of the other man's teasing. As it was, he felt as if he were going to burn alive, his desire was so great. The fire behind those half-closed blue eyes was enough to do the job, and he found himself watching them, as they became his whole world. Naruto filled him slowly, as if he were still intent on teasing, but it only lasted as long as Sasuke let it.

Long, pale legs encircled a broad back, pulling Naruto closer, deeper. "God…" warm lips rasped next to his ear, "Why?"

Confused again, but still enveloped in bodily pleasure, Sasuke gasped, "What?"

Moving slowly, and trembling like a leaf in the breeze, Naruto's eyes locked on his, and he said, "Why can I never get used to you? I always feel this way. Why do you do this to me?" If his heart had not already been pounding, he thought it would have tried to jump from his chest. "You do this to me every time. It doesn't matter—" his voice cracked as Sasuke pulled him in again, trying to make him stop talking with his mouth. "—where we are…what time it is…I always feel…aaah…as if you could pull me in and…never let me go…" Naruto kissed his lips, soft and slow, then finished his original thought, "…and I don't care."

Sasuke's last bit of self-possession broke just then, and he pulled Naruto in with his arms, his legs, his body, and everything. It was the most exquisitely beautiful, painful, wonderful and sad thing anyone had ever said to him. Naruto had stopped moving at all, simply relishing the total embrace he was in. For an instant, Sasuke's lust cleared, and he just held the one thing in the world that was more important, more sacred to him than anything. Then, just as with the first time they were together, Naruto lifted him up, and he found his back against a wall.

No more words were spoken, for none were needed. Hot flesh spoke for their voices and their hands were only laced together on either side of Sasuke's head, as the language of their bodies became heated, fast, and nearly feverish. In the instant that each of them spilled themselves out for the other, Sasuke was certain he heard Naruto begin to weep.

Riding high on the euphoria of their actions, they almost floated down to the floor, and landed in a tangled, hot, and slick mass of limbs, desire, and whispered words. When they had sufficiently recovered, they found it necessary to collect their clothing quite quickly.

The door was suddenly slammed open with a heavy smack. Both men turned toward the intruder, Sasuke ready to deliver a blistering set down.

Kira, the young girl stood there, her hair a mess, face blackened, and smoke began pouring into the room. Panting, she said, "N-Naruto-san, please…the back door. You're not safe here!" Sasuke scrambled up from the floor, hurriedly gathering his clothes and rushing over to the door while dressing as Naruto checked on the girl, who had promptly fallen to the floor. Before they left, Naruto threw on his clothing, and then took up Kira in his arms and left the way she had come in.

Smoke clogged the hallway, the rest of the teahouse engulfed in flames. How had they not heard anything? Sasuke suddenly felt himself being pulled by the sleeve, rather roughly, and being dragged out of a door that he had no idea had been there. His feet scraped along the floor at Naruto's fast pace, and he became disoriented by the twists and turns of the narrow hallway they took from the room after Naruto made sure that the door was closed and secured against the event of pursuit. Soon after this, he found himself shoved out into the back alley of Falling Leaves, and the young woman Kira being shoved into his arms.

"Naruto?" He asked as the man turned to go round to the front of the building.

When the shorter man looked at him, he saw only anger. What was he planning? Was he planning, or even thinking? Sasuke's panic rose even higher when he saw Naruto pick up a piece of steel pipe. "Naruto, please. Let's just go."

Blue eyes, like deep glacial ice, bored into him. "Sasuke, this is because we're here. I know it is. You know what that means." Indeed, he knew that there was at least one member of the Akatsuki Federation nearby, and that chances were, both he and Naruto had been the targets for the fire. It was also highly likely that the area was surrounded. Closing his eyes, Sasuke bit his lip.

"What are we going to do?" He asked, hoping that Naruto did have a plan in his head, and not just thoughts of vengeance.

"You are going to get her out of here. Take her to one of the neighboring shops. I'm going to kill someone." Sasuke's eyes widened at the tone he'd used. Naruto's voice was devoid of any feeling once he'd stopped talking about Kira. Now, he only scanned the opening of the alley for movement. Turning briefly to Sasuke, he said, "Move!" The taller man jumped, startled by the sudden force behind Naruto's voice. He felt almost compelled to obey the blonde man. Naruto's eyes softened momentarily, and he moved toward Sasuke, taking hold of his kimono. Placing a chaste kiss on his thin, bruised lips, he said, "Don't get caught. I don't want to have to mourn you, koibito."

Lee watched as Sakura sat next to one of the most dangerous men in the world. She was a wonder. How she kept her composure, he was not certain. He had met many people in his life, yet none of them surprised him so many times as she had. She had beauty, grace, sweetness, and a fiery nature that he could not help but admire. But she also had the ability to deceive. As he sat and kept an eye on her interactions with Zetsu, he wondered if anything she had done or said in his presence was true. Was it all a lie?

He pushed those thoughts away. This was a job. Nothing more. If Lee ever thought of it as anything more, and it turned out that he was wrong, it could prove deadly. It was certain that she worked for someone within the yakuza, but he had no way of knowing whom. All he had to do was observe, and report. That was all. No one suspected him, other than her. An alarming thought occurred to him just then. What if she worked for the Akatsuki? What if that was the reason she seemed so at ease with Zetsu? Did they know one another? Were they lovers? Friends?

A hundred or so questions ranged rapidly through Lee's mind as he sat pretending to be engrossed in a conversation with a small man who was involved in arms dealing. If she did work for them, and she found out his true purpose, he would have to kill her. Something in his chest constricted at the very thought. Gods…let us hope that it does not come to that…

A/N: I hope you liked that. I'm still trying to stem the bleeding from the strawberry scene.

shamisen-- a stringed instrument, meant to be plucked.

sumimasen--"excuse me," or "sorry".

koibito-- "sweetheart", a pet name.