The Things That He Missed

Be warned, this chapter has gone to an M rating for content- mentions of homosexual sex, and semi shota, save for the fact that the young one is more than of age.

Chapter 3

The Things He Allowed

Kimimaro stretched languidly, shoulders popping along with his spine and neck. He made a grateful sound to get rid of the uric acid stored between his joints. He took quick stock of his body, realizing just how much his breathing had improved lately.

Perhaps he wasn't terminally ill; briefly he wondered if it had anything to do with Kabuto teme or the dank stone fortress he'd been kept in.

He shrugged it off, not caring as he felt a soft, manicured hand slide down his belly towards his genitals.

Kimi allowed himself a frown. Wasn't she finished yet? 'It'll cost more for another shot,' he warned her quietly.

'I know.' She replied, a throaty purr as she stroked him gently to an erect state. 'I want you to go down on me,' she told him bluntly.

He debated on not doing as she asked and just getting dressed and leaving. But this money stuff was important. He didn't want to think about the first few weeks before he'd figured the concept out; the few weeks he'd been stuck sleeping on the ground and hungry, or when he was nearly arrested for taking food from a vendor and not paying.

Kimimaro had decided that his best chances for being kept fed and housed lay in cities, the larger the better; and though he was no big fan of crowds, food and shelter was important, especially since it was growing colder. He'd had nothing but the thin silk clothing on his back, the ones that had been almost ruined when he'd come to this village.

He did as the female asked him to do, knowing that he would be well-compensated for doing these things with her. The first time had been difficult, since he'd had no clue of what he was supposed to do. The woman who had hired Kimi, calling herself Anna, had shown him how she liked to be pleased in exchange for shelter and a meal.

Kimi hadn't yet decided why he didn't just take food and not do these things for this money stuff.

Well, yes he did. Orochimaru had taught him that nothing, not even affection was ever free. Everything came with a price attached, even if it wasn't a monetary price; especially affection. Affection came with all sorts of chains and strings, most of them requiring either success at something difficult, or the unconditional gift of his body to another for their own purposes.

This wasn't that different he'd found.

He finished the task the female had set before him, looking up to her face to find her flushed and panting, begging for him to take her. Kimimaro gritted his teeth, slipped on a prophylactic and did as she asked; adjusting him until he was hitting the internal spot that Anna had shown him. The female's cries and grunts echoed through the small hostel room, telling him he was doing what he was supposed to.

When her final, long groan came oozing out of her swollen, wet mouth, he pulled himself out and removed the cover he'd used.

'Nine,' she addressed him with the name he'd given her. 'Thank you, Nine.'

'I will shower now and be on my way,' he told her quietly. 'Please leave the money on the bedside table and stay as long as you wish,' Kimimaro then turned to walk to the common baths at the base of the hostel. Naked bodies were nothing new in a place like this he'd found. Maybe he'd drum up some more custom if he was lucky.

Kimi had found that his shiny white hair and youthful upper face drew people like flies to honey. He kept his lower face masked for the most part, since he'd noticed bad reactions to the small hole and large scar on his lower face. His body was more than enough to satisfy them, and he found one or two repeat customers in this particular city.

From his first few cities as well, he'd found that it was better not to kill his customers and take their money, since he'd nearly been thrown in jail for the death of a fat, angry salesman who'd tried to spread Kimi's rear cheeks and take him that way. He'd nearly had to kill a dozen local law enforcers until he'd decided it would be prudent to run in his weak state.

He'd still never let a customer do that to him, although he'd found many, many males and females that would pay very, very well to be taken thusly. That he didn't mind so much.

Kimi shivered at the remembered feeling of the salesman wetting his finger in his mouth, then trying to shove it up Kimi's ass. He had found it uncomfortable, and not something he cared to have done to him.

He hoped the baths were empty, since he wasn't really in the mood to make conversation at the moment.

But, to his disappointment, there were several people in the baths when he walked in. He sighed dejectedly when he noticed several people copulating at one side of the landing above the baths. It appeared to be two men and three women. So much for a peaceful bath, and he didn't want group custom.

He wondered how much each of them got paid to do things like that to each other, or if the two men had gone halves to pay for the women.

Silently, Kimi sank into the steaming water and began to cleanse himself. Thankfully, the water was near boiling point, almost as hot as a human could stand it, so not too much of the disgusting stuff that happened around the area would survive in heat like that.

He leaned back against the gently sloping tiles of the headrests ringing the bath and closed his eyes. He had no need to see several people doing things to each other. Kimi really didn't want to hear it, either, but he couldn't politely cover his ears to choke out the squeals and grunts coming from the group copulation nearby. He almost found himself admiring the near-realism of the women's groans and moans until he realized that was likely how he sounded too.

Quickly, he washed his hair and soaped his body to remove the sweat and sticky fluid of the woman he'd allowed to have him for the night. After rinsing off, Kimi noticed a man sitting in the far corner of the tub, staring at a spot below his waist with unmistakable hunger in his gaze.

Not really interested, Kimi got his towel and made to leave until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

'Yes.' Kimi said coldly, knowing exactly who it was. The man from the tub.

He knew the man would present no problem, since he gave off no trained chakra signature, nor any deadly intent. Only a vast, voracious sexual hunger. Kimi was slightly fascinated by that hunger. What could possibly cause it? What could make someone hungry like that? Was this another castoff of Orochimaru? Or was there something else in this trash-laden land that could make one feel so empty and hungry, dying for some sort of fulfillment?

'A handsome young man like you shouldn't be unprotected in a city like this,' the man offered in a thick, creamy voice. Kimimaro could scent the fresh aqua scent of the man's soap and slightly heavier scent of shampoo over the scent of sexual desire radiating off the man.

'I am not unprotected,' Kimimaro replied honestly.

'Who do you work with, then?' the man asked. 'This is my area of town. It's all my own men and women here.'

'Do you own the hostel then?' Kimi found himself asking.

'I'm a partner, yes,' the man offered in a dark double entendre.

'I work for myself,' Kimi replied, starting to walk towards the door back into the hostel proper.

'Not in my area, you don't,' the man started to growl. 'I don't allow freelancers here. The concierge must have thought you belong to me or else you wouldn't be here.'

'Tch,' Kimi said coldly. 'Do you think to make trouble then?' he asked goadingly.

'I might,' the man replied, glancing down at Kimi's nude body. Kimi glanced down quickly, wondering what the man was staring at; he wasn't hard, so it couldn't be that.

'Then I think I would pity you,' Kimi replied, cocking his head. 'I have been told that pity is an emotion that one feels for someone who is…' he trailed off as the man smirked and grabbed him.

'I might be able to make an exception this time,' he smirked, running a hand up Kimi's chest.

'Good then,' Kimi replied. 'But I am uninterested right now. I have just finished cleansing myself. I have no interest in finding new bodily fluids on me.'

'Really?' the man smirked, and Kimi realized that the guy had to be almost fifty years old. That was older than even Orochimaru, wasn't it?

The man held Kimi's manhood tightly and said 'I suggest you come with me, boy, or I'll rip it off,'

'Tch,' Kimi replied, debating whether or not to kill the guy. He was a townsman, and obviously influential since he owned a hostel. Perhaps it would be best not to make a fuss? He followed the man though, debating on pulling out the finger bone bullets and putting one in the man's temple.

He smiled in satisfaction. He'd do so if the man wanted to spread his rear cheeks, he told himself.

The man led him to a small room just inside the hostel. It appeared to be a rather large broom closet with a few blankets on the floor and a couple of pillows. With the light of day pouring in, he could see the yellowed stains from past encounters.

'What do you want?' Kimi asked quietly. 'I charge a fair bit for men, you know.'

'Oh,' the man chuckled. 'I won't be paying. I'll be making an exception for a freelancer in my building,' he went on.

'Tch,' Kimi offered. 'A thousand,' he said quietly. 'And not a ryou less.'

'Heh,' the man laughed, reaching down to touch himself. 'I don't pay in my own building.'

'Then I have no business with you,' Kimi said. 'I'll be going now,'

'Not so fast,' the man said, rushing over to lock the door.

Kimi smirked and decided to play along for a bit. He could always make it stop when he felt like it, he reasoned. Besides, it might be a good moment to practice his innocent persona. Men seemed to like that.

Kimi widened his bright green eyes and raised his brows, drawing attention to the clan markings above them. 'You don't mean to…?' he asked, wide-eyed innocent.

The man smirked evilly. 'Yes, little boy, I intend to,' he replied. 'I'm going to make you bleed until you agree to work for me.'

Kimi slumped his shoulders in disappointment. 'Is that it?' he asked. He offered his engineered vulnerability to the man to play, and he offered torment? 'You are trash. I should clean up,' he mused to himself.

'Trash?' the man growled, furious as he launched himself the foot and a half to Kimi's front.

The last thing he ever saw was Kimimaro's smirk as he was hugged tighter to the small boy's chest. He felt pressure and a little pain where their chests touched, and he found himself coughing a bit, with something wet and warm spewing up while he was at it.

'Trash,' was all Kimi said.

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Kimimaro walked back up to the room he'd rented with the curvy, voluptuous woman for the night. She was gone when he got there, but there was a small envelope with a note attached and a good deal of ryou inside.

He counted it and smiled. She'd left him more than he'd asked. If he fed himself modestly and provisioned himself lightly, he'd need not do something like that again for a month or two.

He grinned. He wasn't a big fan of letting his body out to strangers, but that was the price he paid. He had been willing to give his entire body and soul to Orochimaru, why not rent it out to others when he could get something in return besides affection, which required way too much work.

Kimi allowed himself to quickly scan the note before tossing it. Blah blah, blah. It was all about thank you and next time her cheating husband was with his hussy, she hoped he'd be free to work his magic again…blah, blah blah. She'd enclosed a little extra that he might get himself a decent coat. Blah, blah… it was getting cold outside…

He tossed it. That was the problem with whoring to fifty year old women. They tended to treat his twenty three year old self like a son or nephew as well as a sex toy.

When he bothered to think about it, he thought most people would find it disturbing. He assumed so at least. Especially considering the looks they'd gotten cuddling over dinner in a nice restaurant while she petted him and told him to eat and gain some weight.

Kimi'd found it less than difficult to do things to her. Her body had been soft and warm, breasts sagging and slightly deflated. The stretch marks on her body had all been old and silvered with age and her skin had dimpled pleasantly under his hands.

He smirked to himself, pocketing the money and walked slowly out of the hostel. He figured he'd be out of town by nightfall and would miss the brouhaha that would result from the violent death of an influential townsman.

But… it wasn't murder. It had been cleaning up the trash. The man had threatened him. The man had been about to do things to him to make Kimi bleed again.

He shrugged and walked on.

On his way out of the nameless city, he stopped at a street vendor for something to eat. His stomach had been growling since he'd awakened, and using the kekkei genkai always wore off a lot of fuel. He got some imported fish soup over rice and some tempura vegetables with beef to nibble on as he walked.

Eventually, he found a clothing shop with pre-made clothes for sale. He found himself inside, eating and browsing through the clothing.

It was all of rougher material than he was used to wearing, very little silk, but it all seemed heavier. That would help him maintain his body heat when he didn't have to be in a town. He ended up picking out a few pairs of heavy cotton pants tied with drawstring and loose around the leg with several thin, close fitting shirts that he could layer if he felt the need.

Disappointingly, due to neglect and many days and nights spent sleeping on the ground, his comfortable silken clothing was wearing thin and had a few small rents in it. His mouth made a small moue of disgust as he thought about how everything ends up being trash at some point. Clothing, bodies, himself…

Some sundries and socks, a heavy canvas olive drab jacket and sturdy, calf high boots later he felt ready to leave the city.

He wasn't displeased with his purchases, but the weight of them on his back made him irritable. It would slow down his movement some, and he knew that unless he wanted to waste several hundreds of ryou worth of clothing, he couldn't even use his kekkei genkai to protect his back aside from the under skin shield.

With a dark sigh, he walked on, away from the village, following one of the trade roads for a while.

Kimi didn't feel like getting too close to another village until he had somewhere to hide set up. That way he could grab the food he could not hunt or forage from a village and port it back quickly, and without the added stress of needing to find a place to unload all of the accumulated weight.

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Kimimaro stepped off the trade road with an almost audible sigh of relief. He'd become sick of hiding his chakra from other shinobi, and although he was most certainly a match for almost any one of them, or a group of them, he didn't want to leave a bloody trail in his wake.

He wanted to save that for the spring when he felt like coming out of hiding.

Then he'd leave a bloody trail. He'd carve a bloody swath through the countryside as his family had done before him. He would show Orochimaru that Kaguya Kimimaro was still a very important, very much needed individual.

Kaguya Kimimaro was not trash to be thrown away.

But until then, he'd decided that he would hide, making sure his kekkei genkai did not suffer from lack of practice. Train himself in what taijutsu and ninjutsu he knew, and when he came out from his hole, he'd show the whole of the shinobi world that they all needed and wanted Kaguya Kimimaro to be theirs.

Of course, the only place he'd go is back to Otogakure, but that was beside the point.

Kimimaro scented the air, tasting the crisp chill in the air and the cloying scent of burning leaves off in the distance. He was currently in Iwa territory, and found himself slightly uncomfortable with all the chill, strong winds blowing around small rock particles.

Break

Two weeks later Kimi had come upon a small hut up in the foothills of one of the many mountains surrounding Earth country. There had been no one inside, and a thick layer of dust, so he set himself up there.

As he was disposing of the trash and dust in the hut, he noticed dark, old bloodstains on the floor. He simply smirked a bit and kept cleaning.

'I suppose someone took out the trash before I could,' he mused

Soon enough, he grew bored. There was nothing to do but train, and no one to talk to, not that he minded that part, but he was used to others being around. He was used to avoiding Kabuto as much as possible, which he didn't have to do now.

Since he had no reason to hide in shadows or take caution moving about, he found he had far more time on his hands.

Atop that, there was no more Orochimaru sama to praise him in that smoothly sibilant voice of his. No Orochimaru sama to give him orders, or tell him to get back to Kabuto so he could be healed.

Briefly, he recalled a moment from his past, locked in a cage in a dungeon like structure, ignored, cold and scared; he had been taken from his cell to kill. He was manhandled roughly by the trashy nins in his clan, and taken to help them fight.

Kimi briefly sighed in relief that the trash in his clan had been taken care of. If he so felt the urge, he would be able to start the clan anew, without the trash.

His lip curled at the thought.

Servicing some trashy woman as he'd had to when he required money, just to make more nins. He didn't feel like he'd wish to do that any time soon, if ever. Maybe he should just let the clan die with himself.

He blew air out of the small hole still in his cheek through the mask he'd gotten. He'd figured it was best to keep such a large scar hidden in villages for the most part, and had just developed a liking for wearing it. He didn't have to worry about the dust and dirt in the air coming into his mouth through the hole in his face, so he kept it on, saving himself some grit.

After he'd been in the hut for several weeks, enjoying the peace and dying of boredom, he'd finally been able to sense a group of chakra signatures coming towards him. Winter was coming, and he hadn't planned on coming up for air before spring, but if trash was coming to him to be taken care of, well, he could come out early.

TBC

SNH we're having massive trouble making him insane. Oh my gawd, I hate this chapter, but I just had to pump something out, since my block is four months old. I'm not averse to making changes, obviously, if there are some suggestions, or maybe help -KOTPF- if you're still reading this, HELP me please!

This was all filler, and me trying to make Kimimaro insane as he should be. It's not working. Action starts next chapter, and I'll try to do betta.