BeBefore realizing that a change is necessary, it takes some time, whether it is a little or a lot, it depends on the person. Gradually getting used to it is always necessary. Until this moment of transition has come to the end of its course, the old life is carried on by inertia, it is used as a sort of protective shell until one acquires the courage to shatter it to look into the future. The future is always uncertain by its nature, which is why it always generates a certain amount of fear, every door crossed could hide a springboard or a disastrous fall. Closing the previous door to move on to the next inspires such an instinctive fear that it has caused many people to lose important opportunities.
Shisui wanted to avoid falling into this trap, perhaps his being reluctant to expose himself had made Itachi slip through his fingers without even realizing it, however now worrying about him was completely useless. He should have been projected into the future to avoid having to reproach himself again. In the end, the only but great utility of mistakes is represented by imparting the teaching so as not to make them again, which arrives at the exact moment in which he is wrong.
Naruto seemed to proceed with such security in life as to give birth in anyone who was in front of him an extreme and very pleasant tranquility combined with an irresistible desire to imitate him.
Well, there must be a reason why he became mayor, certainly more than one.
Even his explanations had managed to convince Yahiko, despite being so apprehensive and desperate for his brother, to leave Nagato in his hands at least for the first time. It would have literally been the end for him to learn that his brother also did the same job as Itachi, they would have had plenty of time to talk calmly once Nagato felt a little better.
The flame red had seemed a little relieved by Naruto's words, however Shisui wasn't fully convinced as he watched him put on one of the many pieces of plastic that served as his pants during their performances at Susanoo. They were still in latex only that lately it had gone from fiery red to metallic dark green.
Shisui and Yahiko were both immersed in their own problems, a gloomy silence reigned now in that dressing room once filled with their laughter and jokes. The confrontation between the two brothers, in any case, would have been intense and complex.
Yes, it's my fault. I was the one who always animated the situation, now I can't anymore.
The dark-haired sighed, barely looking away from Yahiko's muscular body and full of piercings to address him to the right, in the direction of the boy sitting there. He was the last hired to replace Itachi. Obito had evidently made that last decision in a hurry, before abandoning the management of the restaurant to return exclusively to his work as an accountant.
The newcomer was very nice to look at, but replacing a former acrobat with one who had the grace of a log when dancing and with customers the warmth of a freezer perhaps hadn't been the most apt move.
"Neji, you're lucky enough to be a blue-eyed brunette, a rarity, avoid that emo make-up. Instead, use a pencil the same color as your irises to highlight them."
Shisui, with his innate tendency to give spot-on image advice, had managed, unintentionally, to make Yahiko smile. The redhead had stopped trying his best poses in the mirror to enjoy the scene of Shisui who, almost disconsolate, had put down his make-up tools to devote himself to enhancing Neji's beauty.
In fact, if we don't focus on appearance this time we're a bit doomed.
Yahiko shook his head disconsolately aware that the two dark haired would not have seen him so intent on getting ready. They had had to switch to a basic choreography compared to what they were used to doing. If they had thrown Neji almost at random, as they allowed themselves to do with Itachi, he would have ended up crashing into the ground or a wall like a crash test dummy.
The spinning pole had been removed altogether since no one knew how to use it, what was once a quasi-acrobatic dance show had become a mere showing off. However Yahiko had come to the conclusion that it was almost better this way, the public that frequented the Susanoo had changed a bit, those combative and sometimes rude customers who were there before were no longer present. Now it was also frequented by women and straight men, so much so that even some dancers girls had been included in the lineup.
Since some patrons were more drawn to Konan, the busty barmaid replacing Rin with electric blue hair, rather than the dancers, Kakuzu himself had lost much of his edge in running his deadly auctions. But Yahiko was convinced that there was more, both the look and the attitude of their manager had undergone a change since the day when Nagato had reached the pinnacle of pain, it seemed that making money was no longer one of the most important things in his life. life.
Nagato, maybe you've taught each of us something, you just don't know it yet.
"Neji, keep your hair down, that's it. The shorter tufts, even if they annoy you, use them to create a peek-a-boo effect on your eyes" Shisui arranged his long, flowing and disciplined hair like ink that really wouldn't need anything.
If the Susanoo had become a normal disco we would have all gained, especially Neji who certainly would never have been fit to do that job, not even in a thousand years. He could be seen from a mile off who was awkward and not at all sure of himself. Most likely he had arrived there with a totally wrong idea of what he was going to do.
"Come on, beginner, I'll take care of dressing you properly."
Yahiko motioned for Neji to approach the big crutch where all their stage clothes were. It was actually much more like a market or shop display in terms of the amount of stuff on it. The young dark-haired man was enraptured by the easy walk of the more experienced redhead who could not help but notice how those big blue eyes remained glued to his piercings even though they continued to jump from one to the other. Yahiko sighed realizing that Neji's body was too thin compared to the two of them so, if you didn't think of something really impactful, he would have risked taking a back seat. Itachi was also an anchovy but he knew how to get noticed with very different methods.
"No, there is nothing here for you. Excuse me, I'm going to look for something more appropriate."
That seemed to Neji an absolutely normal sentence until he noticed Shisui grinning. The dark-haired young man had opened his mouth in the grip of a touch of anxiety, his eyes had remained glued to the image of Yahiko leaving and he hadn't been able to move a muscle until he had seen him come back to him with in hand a few grams of tangled black fabric. Neji kept thinking that there was nothing wrong, after all it could always be better than the metallic pants Yahiko was wearing and that certainly left no room for imagination.
"Come on, undress and put these on."
Yahiko's peremptory tone had made the young man's mouth open even more, his jaw seemed literally dislocated. Neji looked for help by looking at Shisui but he couldn't help but burst out laughing making him sink even further into embarrassment and uncertainty. Neji looked back at the redhead who handed him the clothes, his hand reached out fearfully to take them.
"Should I undress here?"
Yahiko snorted impatiently: "Neji, if we who are your colleagues and share everything create problems for you, how do you plan to do if someone wants you in the private room? Come on, with this you'll be the star of the evening, you'll set that stage on fire."
The dark began to unravel the skein slightly heartened by the wink that had given him the red. The transparent and leopard-print one-piece suit, a black leather cat mask similar to Catwoman's, and a pair of black leather briefs with a fake tail attached to the back, fell to the floor after being carefully contemplated by Neji.
Shisui gave a long whistle of approval: "Come on, let me see how they look on you so I can choose the accessories to complete the look."
All that remained was for Neji to quickly and furiously put on that leopard-print suit and just as quickly the slip with the tail since it was transparent; more calmly he pulled back his long hair to put on the mask.
Shisui rummaged through his stuff for a good ten minutes before handing him two straps similar to the ones Itachi used to cross over his chest, black elbow-length gloves and a tight-fitting collar to give even more of the idea of the cat.
"I'll lend you my combat boots too and then you'll see the sparks!"
Indeed, Neji's lean body had gained a lot from that outfit. Yahiko looked at him keeping his face impassive and tilting his head slightly to one side as he used to do, he hoped that having his face half covered might ease Neji's shyness a bit
Choji was always present in the schedule, no one could do without the good mood he brought. Now there was only sincere laughter and applause from the audience for him, the bullying customers and their obscene and inappropriate jokes had disappeared. The chubby cabaret artist, freed from the difficulty of having to deal with that problem every evening, had improved his appearance even managing to lose weight. His appearance was quite another matter entirely, the defined line of the jaw had managed to emerge from the much less round cheeks.
Before entering the scene Neji was shaking, Shisui and Yahiko noticed it but decided to ignore it. In the grip of such nervousness, every word could be misinterpreted by the dark haired.
Yahiko let him enter the stage with a strong pat on the butt wrapped in that leather slip with the cat's tail: "Come on, when we're done we'll borrow a couple of bottles of prosecco from Konan and let's go crazy."
The sentence had had the desired effect: now Neji was almost more concerned by Yahiko's intentions rather than by what would happen first on stage and then in the private room.
The powerful spotlights they had aimed at them erased the image of the audience giving them the impression of having only a wall of fog full of light in front of them, however this did not stop the sounds. Shisui could hear the exclamations and breathless tension each time he and Yahiko touched and stroked Neji's raw body trying to loosen it. The redhead tried to make him understand that he had to arch his back making the gesture of the cat lifting its tail, Neji tried to listen to him, however his actions always came out very awkward.
Maybe you too have a brother who is now at home peacefully without knowing you're here, maybe you're doing it to help someone because life hasn't been able to give you anything better.
Shisui found himself thinking that he wouldn't be interested at all if anyone in the audience noticed his sad and thoughtful eyes, the emptiness that was making its way inside him by now had probably taken an irreversible and one-way street.
One of those directions that need a strong push to change, a timely change before they end up dragging you down with them. The job had never suited either of them. Yahiko's feigned confidence had proven to act as a mask, now he was hiding his apprehension for Nagato behind us.
Shisui found himself feeling relieved when a girl won the auction to get Neji, he hoped this would put him in less trouble. He found himself smiling wistfully as he thought of all the dancers who had passed by.
For some time now the unpleasant feeling that his slender and thin limbs were turning into stone had started to make its way, only now those stones had started to get heavier every day and it became more and more difficult to carry them down those ladders to go to satisfy the wishes of some customer.
Shisui would never have said that that evening he would find a way to overcome that inertia that kept him cruelly glued to his old life. The client that happened to him had made arrangements with Kakuzu without anyone having anticipated anything to him. On the other hand, the manager, aware of Shisui's proverbial outgoing character, never bothered to explain to Shisui how far he should have gone. Everyone knew that no such problems existed for him. For this reason, when that guy stripped completely naked to literally jump on him, Shisui managed to shatter his stone armor to push him away making him fly for several meters. The dark haired had remained curled up on the red velvet sofa surrounded by light bulbs expecting a lecture from Kakuzu since the guy had gone to complain demanding a refund. Overcoming inertia is never painless and the jolt must be pretty powerful. Aware of this, Shisui had looked Kakuzu firmly in his eyes when he entered the room. The big man had sat next to him handing him the studded leather pants that he had used for a lifetime to perform making them become a sort of personal trademark. Getting dressed, the dark-haired man couldn't help but notice the almost distressed look of the manager and the wrinkles that had lately formed parallel to his rough forehead, a sign of constant concern.
"I don't want to see you here again starting tomorrow" Kakuzu made a debut worthy of his free-range character. As unsettling as that sentence was, Shisui wasn't surprised at all: "I'm going to quit too."
Shisui let out a slight sigh as he sat down composed next to what from now on would become a friend and nothing more.
"You and Yahiko have undeniable skills, I would say it would be worth it for you to try to become modern dance teachers. You are still young and I can give you a hand on where to go. As for me… I understood that money can't go beyond the grave; it is senseless to waste your life accumulating too many since there are much more precious things."
Kakuzu stood up patting Shisui on the thigh before walking out of the room without looking back. The dark haired, left alone, had sat down again in the dressing room where they had been preparing for seven years. He looked at his image of him in the mirror, seeing a few isolated thin white strands shine between his soft black curls.
"Cousins, do you remember to eat sometime?"
"Haven't you noticed that Sasuke is here practically every weekend?"
"…I should shorten my eyelashes…"
"Don't even say that as a joke!"
"Itachi, you look good tonight."
"I want you all in my office at the end of the shift!"
Shisui felt his eyes become watery, their voices seemed to have been absorbed by those walls to remain floating in the air. They would stay in those rooms forever, whatever happened, cheering them up with their laughter. Shisui had always been convinced that strong and sincere emotions are capable of permanently influencing the place in which they took shape.
They wouldn't be there tomorrow, it was the last time he'd take a seat in that chair, but their laughter would stay there chasing each other forever.
A sudden noise startled him, he turned and smiled as he saw Yahiko popping a trial cap by hugging Konan, Neji next to them still wearing his cat clothes. Shisui was silently grateful to them for entering at that moment or he would actually start crying.
No one had brought glasses so they took turns clinging to the bottle. Shisui didn't know if Yahiko had also had the talk with Kakuzu that he had witnessed earlier, but it didn't matter. As the gaiety grew supported by the wine, the certainty grew in him that they would not be separated once that evening was over.
Yahiko's violet-tinged eyes were providing him with all the answers he needed, the time was now over when they all returned to their own homes to pine away with loneliness and cold in their souls. The redhead had taken a seat next to him, his muscular thigh wrapped in metallic green latex posted on him, Shisui could feel the piercings pierce him slightly even through the pants of both of them.
"What a beautiful kitty!" Konan took a position next to them making a now tipsy Neji sit on his legs.
The reddened cheeks of the young man could also be seen under the leather mask, they went even more into focus when Konan forced him to swallow more prosecco using the bottle as if it were a baby bottle. Neji tilted his head back to sip the wine better since she didn't seem to have the slightest intention of removing the glass from his lips. The woman gave an amused laugh as she saw how the prosecco began to flow down the boy's thin neck. She decided to pardon him by placing the bottle on the counter where the dancers kept their tricks, made him straighten his slender bust, made shaky by the hangover, starting to collect with his tongue the streams of wine that were now dripping on his collarbones. The buxom breasts held high by a baby blue bodysuit, perfectly matching the blue of the hair, pressed on Neji's chest making him jump. Konan was not wearing a bra and nipples swollen and turgid seemed to want to pierce the thin fabric.
The second bottle of prosecco had entered the scene, Yahiko had taken it without asking for anything sitting again in front of Shisui, his swollen sex was pulling the latex while he couldn't take his eyes off the abs of the dark so evident despite being thin. so rare they were they were languid and lucid, the redhead's face always very calm, now it was invaded by a rosy tinge. By now Shisui had decided to leave behind both the old inhibitions and all the scruples he had in his personal life when he wasn't at work in the company of clients. Following his instinct had never felt so natural and pleasurable, without fear of rejection from the person in front of him. In letting go for love with there are limbs that turn to stone, you don't have to be careful where the other puts his hands or if he undresses too much because this is a crescendo that can make you nothing but pleasure as dedicated only to you. In love you don't have to worry about what degree of satisfaction the other reaches and remain with the doubt of not having done enough, it is only the mutual presence that makes both happy. After passing the bottle to Yahiko, his large, candied hands had begun to trace the legs of the red wine which he drank without taking his eyes off him. Yahiko had to set the bottle down on the counter moments later to avoid choking as Shisui's fingers pulled the fiery red lozenge of pubic hair out of the bright dark green. He leaned his head back making the veins in his neck swell, feeling the hands of the dark-haired man press on his sex so overbearing as to border on pain. Shisui's lips had come suddenly and hot on that white neck to sprinkle it with delicate kisses. It is true that redheads have the gift of possessing a particular perfume on the skin, Shisui was inhaling it from Yahiko's neck finding it tremendously arousing. The redhead couldn't hold back a moan when Shisui sat on his legs starting to kiss him, he seemed to suck it literally dragged by his accelerated breathing. The fingers of the dark began to travel every form of Yahiko's muscles, they lingered on the numerous piercings and then continued to make their way on the candid skin lower and lower, they suddenly became uncontainable grabbing the green latex, if Yahiko hadn't indulged in the movement to have it slipped off Shisui would have ripped it mercilessly.
Yahiko's pants had ended up keeping Neji's cat mask company on the floor covering it completely. The young man's face had now completely disappeared submerged by Konan's breasts and by her own hair, the woman was half lying on her back on the table and didn't bother in the least to lower the volume of her moans, one leg wrapped in black pantyhose with small glitter iridescent and multicolored. She was clinging to Neji's back, her leather miniskirt was no longer of any use, she had risen to completely uncover the lace garter and thong, Neji's hands sank into her soft buttocks. The bright mother-of-pearl clip she had in her hair crashed to the floor with a thud, leaving her electric blue locks free to completely cover her face, gluing to what was left of her glittery gloss. Most of it had ended up on Neji's cheeks and he was now spreading it down her cleavage.
Neji had decided to strip off the last of the cat clothes that ended up buried under Shisui's studded pants. The hedgehog had pushed Yahiko against the table making him lean forward, his butt and legs looked like those of a statue carved in marble. The redhead felt the right hand of the dark-haired tightening on the skin of his sex as soft as cotton while the left ran along the shapes of the pectorals and the piercings that he had there too, he would never have said that a physically dominant man like him could find pleasure in letting himself be led from a thinner and decidedly less strong one. The electric shock he felt in his lower abdomen intensified feeling Shisui nipping and kissing him between the shoulder blades, Yahiko had instinctively arched his back to rub against his hand, however making enormous efforts not to cum immediately. Shisui's mouth descended along his spine until it stopped on his steel buttocks, the dark-haired man had lifted himself from the tight contact he had with his back, leaving the redhead alone for a second to wonder what he was doing. Shisui's fingers worked their way inside him as his eyes with such unique reflections saw Konan's skirt and leotard fall gracefully to the floor.
Neji was sucking hard on those nipples that by now must have become so sensitive that they almost touched the pain. Konan was lying on her back on the counter completely naked making their beauty tools end up on the ground with every movement, her small hands disappeared among the thick hair of Neji who was surely leaving evident marks on her thin and graceful neck. The dark's hands grabbed the wasp's waist and this helped him to penetrate her with a single kiss. Konan's light brown eyes widened and his mouth had fallen open in a soundless scream, his features relaxed again as Neji grabbed her thighs still wrapped in the shiny pantyhose to carry them over his shoulders as he worked his way inside his body that seemed made of hot velvet making her breasts jump with each thrust, Shisui thought for a moment that she had never remotely imagined that someone so thin could have such strength.
Konan's now loose hair fell back on Yahiko's ones fusing their colors in a strange reddish brown reflection, their moans also mingled as they both felt possessed at the same time, Shisui felt the warmth of the body of the red as if it completely surrounded him, it was slowly climbed up to the neck going completely in unison with the heart of the dark haired.
This means to feel, to feel something. By relying only on physical sensations he ends up losing what he really matters, namely complicity and sharing.
They certainly hadn't thought about synchronizing, yet all four of them reached orgasm together without anyone disturbing the other. Although everyone was aware that this was going to be a unique experience, it was considered by the entire group as a privilege, almost as if they had the right to live it to the full while the rest of the world didn't.
They stayed laughing and joking until dawn, first making a few more toasts in that dressing room, then enjoying the pink light of the rising sun on a bench like kids in front of the school entrance. It had been a natural soul contact.
"You know Yahiko, I feel really satisfied today to have initiated Neji into something that really has value: love, the real one. I've seen the change he's made before my eyes and I'm so sure I've given him exactly what he needs."
The redhead didn't take his eyes off the window of the bus with which they were heading to Shisui's house. This time, even if he answered without looking the dark in his face, he no longer had that detached air that had often characterized him.
"Everything is finding its right place, this makes me confident that it can be like this for Nagato as well. It doesn't matter that he knows the truth right away, I'm in no rush about this, I just need him to be okay and for us to truly be brothers again."
Shisui's reassuring hand grabbed his, sometimes words aren't needed to overcome inertia.