Chapter 3: The Witch
Kisame managed to squeeze his way in between a male and a female who are both in the middle of sharing a heated kiss. He hated whorehouses. He hated the crowd, the heat which almost felt like it was coming directly from the sun when it was the middle of the night, the creaking and moaning noises, that God-awful smell of sex and come in the air, and the fact that Hidan loved to spend more than a quarter of his day staying in this cursed place.
'Straight ahead, then turn right, turn left and then room with a blue door…" He repeated the instructions of the owner. Everyone here seemed to know Hidan well. Given that he is a regular costumer, the owner seemed to have known him not only because he is one of the Royal Knights but also because of his peculiar attitude.
The loud-mouthed, white haired man who swears triple times more than the number of breath he takes is quite a special man. Each one of the Royal Knights is a special… Creature, but Hidan is one of those who stood out the most.
His mind went back to the time he had come in the doors of this place…
When he entered the establishment, a voluptuous woman in her mid-twenties immediately approached hm. She was wearing
very provocative clothing, revealing almost everything and leaving nothing for the imagination. She came up to him automatically, as if this had happened before, that a lonely man came stepping in, looking for a night of company from the opposite sex, and departing after it in the morning after leaving her the proper amount of money for the 'performance' she had done last the previous night.
He sighed; he will never be able to find a suitable and respectable wife who would bear his children and take care of him. He is a man, old and lonely; he wanted someone who would keep him company without the use of money, someone to whom he would come home to after a tiring day, or someone he could promise to return to safely before heading out for a war. Someone he could make a family and live happily with…
The whore rubbed her body on his armored one.
He sighed again; he doubted he could have that kind of relationship with a woman. No female who is in her right condition of mind would want to marry a man who has one of the most frightening and terrifying smiles, blue skin, and the most troubling thing of all, a man who resembled a shark.
"Do you want company, Lord Kisame? I am perfectly available at this moment." The woman tried to persuade him. He would admit that this is not the first time he had set foot here, most of the times, he would come here to fetch Hidan for training or for a request from the King, but then there are the other times where he would come here, with much persuasion from Hidan to go 'try one of the girls', as how he would put it.
He regretted everything when morning came.
He seemed filthy and his pride felt degraded. He was a Lord, what was he doing in a place like this?
Lightly removing the woman from him, he shook his head, "I am looking for Lord Hidan, have you seen him? He is a tall man with white hair and purple eyes, and he speaks dirty words and uses bad language very often."
The woman seemed disappointed, and after listening to his description of the other knight, she seemed to know the reason of his existence in the whorehouse.
"I did see him, My Lord. He came here a little over an hour ago; he took Madelleine and Miriam with him into one of the special rooms." She explained in an upset tone. She did not bother to stop her eyes from scanning Kisame's body, stopping at his crotch. He shook his head inwardly at her act.
"Is that so? Thank you for the information…" He purposely trailed off.
"Elizabetha." She filled in for him with obvious happiness.
"Elizabetha. A beautiful name for such beauty, too. Will you do me a favor and call the owner of this place? I will take it as a debt to you if you do." He took her left hand and leaned into it, placing a gentle kiss, no matter who or what people see her as, a woman deserved to be treated like one. The woman seemed taken aback, probably not used to being shown such gentleness because of her standing on the society.
"Y-yes, of course, my Lord! It will be a pleasure!" She stuttered, he released her hand and she turned around, morphing into the sea of people swarming the lounge area.
A moment was all it took for her to bring the owner of this brothel to him.
To his surprise, it was young woman in her early times of the second decade years.
The young woman with dark brown locks and red eyes smiled up at him, "What can I do for you, My Lord?"
Kisame stopped examining her, "I would like to know where Lord Hidan is, Madam."
At the sound of Hidan's name, the young woman smiled, "Ah, Lord Hidan, of course! I knew someone would come looking for him. Please follow the directions I will be telling you, Lord Kisame…"
He stopped in front of a blue door. He was in front of the correct room, that he was sure of.
A string of colorful and quite filthy words was heard behind the door, as well as loud giggles, moans, and the creaking of the poor bed they chose to use. This is definitely the correct room.
Kisame knocked a few times, the noises just continued. He knocked once more, there was still no response.
He took a generous amount of air. He would have to do it, Hidan needed discontinue his… Acts later on, after they come back from their mission.
He took a step backward, and with all of his inhuman strength, kicked the unfortunate, blue door with all his might. The door was into pieces, the parts that are still attached to the hinges flew open, and some parts became fragments flying into the air.
The room was particularly a small one; just enough to allow two people to have enough space. There was a bed parallel to the door, and occupying the bed was a naked, red-haired girl and atop her was Hidan in a similar state. From their position, he could tell that they were still— joined.
"What the fuck!" Hidan yelled out, "Get your blue arse out of here, Fishman!"
Kisame only chuckled, it was not exactly the first time he had seen Hidan in this 'position'. He threw the red-haired girl a small glance, by now, her face was the same color as her hair from embarrassment.
"What the fuck are you giggling at? Get the fuck out!" He shouted at him again. This time, Kisame's face straightened and he spoke with all seriousness he could, though given the situation.
He cleared his throat first, "The King had given us on a mission."
Upon hearing his tone, Hidan got up and started picking up his clothes, "Are you fucking serious? In the middle of my 'happy time'? That king is fucking insane…"
Kisame watched as the girl attempted to make herself look decent in front of him by pulling up the blankets and covering herself. Hidan was done dressing, and was only putting his armor back when he spoke, "The youngest prince is currently struggling against death. The King had ordered us to bring a rumored Doctor-witch who can heal any kinds of disease to heal Prince Sasuke. Are you not even the slightest worried of the current predicament the Prince is in?"
Hidan gave a snort in response. A moment after and the two was heading out of the brothel. Outside, two white horses were being attended to and were waiting for them. Hidan turned to him, seeming to ask for any explanation as to why his belongings are being carried by the other white horse. Kisame only grinned, "I thought I should get your things ready before heading here so we can be on our way immediately afterwards."
Hidan's face contorted in disbelief, "What? I haven't even taken a bath yet! I just had sex, Kisame! I'm will smell!"
Kisame shrugged both shoulders, "We can stop by an inn somewhere along the way. We really have to go for now, though. I doubt the King would be pleased when he finds out we are still here."
They both got onto their respective horses and made their way outside the periphery of town.
Sakura had been keeping herself busy on the basement for almost an hour since she had a talk with her Master. She wore the necklace on her neck now, she figured that there will be no use in hiding it anymore since it had been given, or was originally hers.
She stared at the pot of boiling water and herbs. The bubbling water had turned green, the smoke it gave off turned red upon touching the ceiling. She took in a large breath and slowly pushed it out of her lungs. She stripped off of her clothes, folding them and setting them aside on the table.
A fireplace sat near her, ready and lit with the blazing orange flame. She reached out to her right and retrieved a basket of dried mint and laurel leaves. She fisted a handful of them, the dried leaves producing a soft, crunchy noise, then held out her hands and tossed the mint and laurel to the fire to be engulfed.
She set the basket down afterwards and raised her hands above her head, closed her eyes, imagined a white ball of light on her breastbone and chanted:
"Om tara tut tara ture swaha…"
Slowly bringing her hands downward, she reached again for the basket that sat beside her. Still with eyes closed, she folded her hands to get a generous amount of dried leaves, and tossed them on the fire.
Bringing her hands above her head again, she spoke in a calm and even voice:
"By the earth that is her body,
By the air that is her breath,
By the fire of her spirit,
By the waters of her womb,
As above, so below,
The soul is made whole."
Sakura took a deep breath. Pulling air in, and pushing it out. She slowly opened her eyes. She stood up and went to the table to pick a small vial labeled 'chamomile oil'. She went back into her sitting place and gently removed the lid off., then poured a little amount to her palm. She set the bottle down, and dipped her free hands index finger to the oil in her palm. She brought it to the pulse point on her neck and started rubbing it in slowly, the warm ad sticky feeling of the oil numbing her pulses into a calm and even beat. After that, she repeated the process, this time applying oil on her other hands wrist. She repeated it again, applying the oil on all of her pulse points. Once done, she reached for the basket and threw a handful of leaves on the fire again as she closed her eyes.
She chanted once more, the words spilling her mouth like an old song she had known and memorized by heart.
"Elements of the sun,
Elements of the day,
Come this way,
Powers of night and day,
I summon thee,
To protect me,
So shall it be…"
With the last four words, the flame on the fireplace she sat in front of turned into a pure white hue, blazing up and raging like an angry soul seeking vengeance.
She opened her eyes once more. The cleansing and protecting ritual is finished; a smile crept on the corners of her mouth as she began to dress herself again. She was in the middle of putting back her corset when a loud series of knocks echoed through the silent house and into the basement.
Muffled noises of voices could be heard. She tidied the place quickly after dressing as the knocks didn't stop. Making it apparent that whoever they were, they are not planning to leave until she opened the door.
Quickening her pace, she ran up the wooden stairs, the boards squeaking underneath her shoes as she reached for the door.
Upon opening it, she was greeted by two, large bodies, both obviously males. They both stood speechless for a moment before the blue-skinned man spoke up, "Are you the resident of this house?"
She looked up at the tall man and nodded her head twice, "Yes, Mister. Is there a problem? May I help you with anything?"
The other male beside him scratched his head in an irritated manner, "The hell took you so long?"
YAAYYY! CLIFFHANGER! Hahaha!
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