The university years actually took the turn that Kisame had foreseen, allowing him to reach the compromises necessary to not hurt anyone anymore.
He didn't do it with his family, his parents had returned as radiant as ever since the day they met Tayuya. They only saw her on that occasion, it's true, but Kisame had adopted the strategy of keeping her spirits up by talking about her every time he visited them.
"Your family is really amazing, I can't wait to see them again."
The redhead had asked him several times when she could come back to see his parents, however Kisame had always managed to get away with an apology.
I've been running away from this for a good five years, actually. Tayuya is not stupid that's why at some point she stopped going back to the subject.
However Kisame was satisfied because he managed not to make her suffer. They went out together, both alone and with Samui, they also had parties in their apartments with other people from the university and that was okay.
He didn't hurt Naruto, as they had promised each other they would go out together, even with Kiba, every weekend. Kisame, then, always slept at the blond's house on Sunday evenings before returning. They always had a lot of fun and Kisame picked up all those little facets that he had been missing for practically all his youth. He absorbed them completely, gradually filling the gaps that his past had left him.
Kisame didn't hurt himself by doing things just to make the people around him happy. As Naruto had let him know, he remained himself at all times. Kisame would thank the blond for the rest of his life for opening his eyes to this.
A situation destined to end anyway. With the conclusion of the university course, that delicate balance would inexorably disintegrate. Kisame felt a drill of anguish dig into his stomach every time he thought about it.
Tayuya, who had finished the Conservatory the previous year, had nevertheless remained to live in her apartment, making sure that the situation still remained unchanged.
She had started earning a living by taking part in various concerts to which Kisame and Samui were still invited.
However, Kisame couldn't help but notice how the two of them were the only ones to have this regard from the redhead, almost as if Tayuya was afraid of letting other people enter that fragile bubble.
Kisame always tried not to pay attention to this unpleasant feeling that grew in intensity one day after another.
Kisame, don't think about getting away with it after graduation. Kiba and I still thought of something to celebrate big time. Do you remember the graduation party? After I've seen this will become a real no brainer. You will not regret.
Naruto.
That message had the ability to give Kisame a real boost of life. Although he felt reprehensible for certain thoughts, he spent several nights arguing about how to avoid Tayuya and Samui's attentions on graduation day. In the end he found nothing better than to lie to them about the date of the event by pretending it was the next day than it really was. He felt like a thug as he ran out of college and took the bus like a thug to escape the attention of the two girls.
Kisame was welcomed by the family with celebrations and lunch in one of the best restaurants in town. He had made it through, he had obtained a degree in motor sciences and his father was proud of him.
The other fully realized person that day was Naruto. The blond, who now felt one step away from becoming mayor, wanted to end his student status in a crackling way. Although Kiba had already worked steadily for three years in a canning factory, he was not excluded from the celebrations, as always.
The Peugeot 208 risked having its windows broken due to the volume of the music going to pick up Kisame at home.
Is this the last time I see this scene?
The touch of melancholy that gripped Kisame was swept away by the kisses and hugs of his friends.
Naruto's skin looked, at that moment, very different from usual to Kisame. While the blond hugged him smiling mad with joy, Kisame felt his powerful body tremble. The cliff he wanted to dive from to reach the ocean of Naruto's eyes came back to his mind. He felt that he couldn't do without that skin now.
Today something will change.
Perhaps the opaline quartz, always so close to his heart, this time too he would hear his prayer.
Naruto's turquoise eyes sparkled as he couldn't contain his excitement: "Kisame, lately Kiba and I had the chance to hear about a new pole dancer. No one knows who he is, he comes with a disturbing mask in the vague shape of a rodent, which is why everyone nicknamed him the weasel. Sure, because when he arrives he kills everyone on the track. Customers practically fight to get him, a pity that they have placed the meanest manager in the world alongside him. You have no idea, Kisame, within a few days everyone in the city started talking about it and you certainly could not be missed."
Kisame smiled happily. Kiba and Naruto had discovered something interesting and immediately thought of him to share their graduation party and joy.
For them I am important. I always have been.
The busy streets of the city center soon gave way to the wider and freer ones of an industrial area. Kisame realized he'd never been there. His curiosity had grown so much that his palms were sweating. The traffic underwent a progressive intensification.
"We're almost there" Naruto explained "The place we're going to is always packed in the evening, but you don't have to worry, Kiba and I had already booked everything."
Kisame couldn't answer anything despite the curiosity growing inside him.
A party in our honor designed and organized for a long time!
The lights of a large car park illuminated the night, Kiba turned to enter while Kisame wondered how the hell he had not immediately noticed the red and illuminated writing Susanoo in large letters that stood out on the roof of the white shed in the background. His mouth went dry immediately as he leaned back in the seat. Smiling Naruto opened the door to Kisame realizing how baffled he was, Kiba adjusted his leopard-print sleeveless mirroring himself in the window before throwing the car keys in the air and then catching them quickly putting them in his pocket.
"Relax, Kisame, and enjoy your evening. I understand that now you are a bit lost, but after a couple of drinks you will see that everything will be better" Naruto had taken his arm as they made their way towards the entrance.
The fact that they already had pre-sales allowed them to take precedence over the immense line that had formed to enter. They walked through a dimly lit tunnel illuminated by fuchsia LEDs inserted inside the transparent walls while the music and the noise became more and more intense. The smoke bombs crossed by green lasers prevented for the moment Kisame from understanding how the track was really made. He managed to see that in the background there was a stage on which three silver poles were mounted, to go down from there there were two ladders located on the sides blocked by as many metal gates on their tops which were closed at the time. The whole rear side of the stage was hidden by a red curtain covered with glittering sequins, Kisame sensed that it was from there that the various lap and pole dancers entered.
He felt Naruto's hand pulling him in the direction of the bar, the bartender was so thin and small that she almost disappeared behind the bar. She looked very young but Kisame sensed that she probably looked much younger than her real age, perhaps because of the brown hair cut in a very simple bob, a hairstyle that girls usually do. She smiled kindly as they arrived. They withdrew their drinks and then went to sit at the table that Naruto had reserved for who knows when. The location was very central, almost under the stage. Kisame began to sip his Cosmopolitan perhaps only now realizing how good Sarana had been at making cocktails.
"The bartender is new, I've never seen her before," Naruto commented as he enjoyed his Cubano with his legs wrapped up in the dark, smart jeans he'd crossed over in a totally relaxed pose.
"Actually, it's been many years since we've been here" Kiba replied as they look at those having fun on the dance floor, dancing and joking while waiting for the evening to come to life "Maybe they've changed management."
"If I find out that the weasel is just an invention of people to advertise it makes no sense for me to come here, tonight I promised myself to monopolize him at any cost. Kisame, if you want, once captured, I'll leave him to you, after all, you've always heard us talk about this place but you've never been there." Naruto's smile was as bright as ever.
"Thank you, Naruto, but maybe first I better understand how the place works."
"It's very simple, Kisame, you choose the guy you like best and try to win the auction with his manager to get him, after which you can take him to your private room for a private show. The official rules are that you can't undress or touch him, he decides everything, but exceptions can always be made, of course. The weasel is definitely the best from what we've heard, something never seen before. I look forward to your face when you see him."
The three friends toasted laughing.
"However, I don't think they invented it, from what I see the customers have doubled, on the other hand he is the only one who knows how to pole dance and is also very good" observed Kiba.
The music died down noticeably as the stage was flooded with bright floodlights. A voice-over caught the attention of the audience by introducing the first artist of that night, his name was Choji. A chubby boy with long and very thick brown hair made his entrance passing through the bright red curtain, Kisame immediately understood that the show would start with a comedy part. Choji wore an open front shirt with a multicolored butterfly embroidered on the back, shiny purple satin pants, the same cute little animal was also represented in the large and shiny pendant he wore around his neck, despite being chubby it was noticeable that he played sports, probably the gym or amateur wrestling.
They didn't even start talking when a very cheeky boy had already approached under the stage shouting: "Hey, take off your pants, show us some merchandise!"
Kiba and Naruto started laughing out loud while Kisame was a bit taken aback.
Choji had looked at him calmly, and approaching him, he started shooting jokes: "Honey, what do you hope to see among all these rolls of fat? You wouldn't even be able to figure out under which fold it's hidden, or maybe I should give you some orientation drops to help you find your way?"
The impudent boy literally walked away redfaced while both his friends and Kiba and Naruto were literally tipping over in their chairs laughing; this time even Kisame had let himself go to the hilarity that had exploded in the room.
"Choji is really cute," exclaimed Naruto holding his aching abs from laughter.
The chubby comedian continued singing famous songs revisited by him with very mischievous words while all sorts of people flew through the audience, even a black lace thong hit him on the chest while someone shouted rudely at him : "Get off the stage, I don't think you can to fly as a butterfly, we need powered wings!"
"Shut your big mouth honey, at least I open it to make money!" was Choji's answer before continuing with his unstoppable jokes: "Tell me, bad boys, do you know the name of that useless lump of meat that surrounds the dick? His name is man!"
And more laughter, the audience was literally delirious; Kiba, Naruto and Kisame risked getting their drinks sideways every time.
The hilarity ran through the room like an unstoppable train launched at breakneck speed, only one person, Kisame had noticed for a while, was immune to the fun. A dark-haired man sitting alone at a table a short distance from them dressed entirely in black, very elegant, his face so pale that it seemed to shine. Kisame couldn't take his eyes off him, his features were so perfect as to seem fake, if he hadn't moved from time to time to sip his beer he would have looked like a wax statue. His perfectly coiffed hair, pulled up at the nape of his neck, swept slightly to the left on the crown of his head as a thick fringe fell over his large and most likely dark eyes. He looked sadly towards the stage yet the pout that curved his thin lips made him appear cold at the same time.
Maybe he's one of the dancers waiting to perform, working in this place I guess it's tough.
Choji exited followed by a burst of applause giving way to the first two dancers who were called Shisui and Yahiko by the offscreen announcer. They made their entrance quickly, walking lightly as if they were flying. A tall, thin dark-haired man with short, wavy hair that went in every direction, magnetic, dark eyes, heavily emphasized by pencil and mascara, he had something like that dark-haired boy who sat alone at the table, but this one was smiling and charming. Entirely dressed in black and shiny leather, the studded jacket open on the front to highlight the abs and pectorals; he took a seat stage left, wiggling as he rubbed himself against one of the stationary poles.
On the right Yahiko, with a decidedly macho but sexy physique, the upper part of the body completely naked and decorated with piercings practically everywhere, several even on the very developed pectorals. Those that he had on his face with delicate and fine features but with an impassive expression, were in such strategic positions as to appear perfect, especially the six that crossed his beautiful nose. He was wearing very tight fiery red latex pants that matched very well with his orange hair, a fringe disheveled but purposely combed in that way brushed his eyes which from time to time sent purple flashes, Kisame wondered if by chance he was wearing contact lenses hairpieces.
The audience was delirious in front of those two guys so different but both attractive, Shisui slim with his sinuous movements, Yahiko with his virile poses, even Kiba and Naruto were now silent keeping their eyes glued to the scene.
Kisame's mouth went dry immediately seeing the two dancers who had started swaying mischievously keeping their hips together, some had already approached under the stage to start the auction with their managers, Kisame couldn't see them but for sure they were at the foot of the respective ladders.
Thought you'd seen it all? The good news comes right now, gentlemen, I would prefer that you didn't fight but in case I understand you. The star, the mystery dancer, the weasel!
The words of the unknown presenter had suddenly plunged the room into silence, Kisame saw Naruto widening his eyes and swallowing, Kiba looked at him for a moment and then returned to staring at the stage. Shisui and Yahiko had stopped momentarily stepping aside hiding in the dim light that was now on the sides of the stage generated by the powerful projector that had concentrated exactly in the center with an intense disc of white light. Some smoke bombs were activated while maintaining the fog effect relegated to the ground.
Kisame's eyes fell again on the lonely dark haired who was now narrowing his eyes as if he was trying to make out very small details.
Finally the weasel appeared from the bright red curtain, a slim figure, made even more slender by the twelve stilettos on his feet. The very high-waisted pants were of the same material as Shisui's but much tighter leaving very little room for the imagination, they were fixed with a series of crossed laces, the burgundy shirt with three-quarter sleeves tucked into the pants and open on the chest , underneath you could see a neo leather strap that was going to be fixed around the graceful neck of the weasel through a golden ring. His face was hidden by a sinister white rodent mask with the brown details that had involuntarily given him the pseudonym, only two round and disturbing holes for his eyes. Kisame wondered what color they could be as he felt a wave of heat invade his body.
The weasel walked elegantly and slowly approaching the central pole, his long straight black hair reached his mid-back, some shorter tufts framed and fell on the mask making it less sinister. One of his slender hands touched the pole waiting for Shisui and Yahiko to resume their places. As soon as the music started again Kisame gasped as exclamations of amazement began to arise from the audience, the weasel had done a handstand holding onto the pole, his slender legs then opened in a perfect split, his hair avoided touching the floor for a few millimeters, everything was calculated to perfection. He was a real acrobat, he assumed sinuous poses on that pole as if he were made of air.
"If I want to grab he, I need to get moving, Kisame, do you want to come too?" Naruto had leapt up from the table with red cheeks.
"Um…no thanks…it doesn't matter."
The blond disappeared into the crowd as Kisame felt erection as if he wanted to tear through his pants, he ordered another cocktail from a waitress as his mouth felt completely dry before returning to focus on the scene.
The masked dancer had taken off his shirt showing the black strap that crossed his torso coming out of his trousers, his body was very thin and flexible, yet toned. The shapes of the muscles evident but not exaggerated, Shisui had more. He wrapped his legs around the rotating pole, Kisame was certain in that moment that he was actually much better than that, those were more of an artfully studied pose to highlight the shape of his butt, probably ordered by the management of the venue.
Shisui and Yahiko danced by crossing their legs and pretending to caress each other with their hands. The weasel was holding on to the pole with his left arm arching his back in a literally lying position. Kisame noticed a shaking of the muscles on the side he was supporting himself with.
That probably isn't his dominant hand, but then why doesn't he use his right?
The mysterious dancer had moved away for a few moments, leaving the scene to the other two, raising several protests from the audience who had already started crowding under the stage to convince the manager.
A clear flash attracted Kisame's attention again, it was the milky skin of the weasel who now didn't even have pants anymore, his thin body was covered only by the very simple system of belts, the one that covered his sex went to join one that encircled his waist passing between his perfect buttocks, a second golden ring on his belly served as a link, only the rodent mask remained firmly on his face. He leaned his back on the pole starting to twirl holding on with both hands, his long hair swirling. Kisame couldn't help but look at the muscles of his slender legs that tensed in the effort of the pose, he felt his heart almost ache from how much he was in fibrillation.
The weasel descended from the pole approaching Shisui who had taken off his leather jacket remaining bare-chested. The bodies of the two dark haireds rubbed each other, unleashing the delirium of the public. They screamed even louder as Shisui, grabbing the base of the masked dark haired's thighs, swept him up and let the weasel wrap his slim legs around his waist, the mysterious dancer arching his back backwards as he used the other's body as a if at that moment it was his pole resting his butt on his stomach, once again his hair reached a few millimeters from the ground, he looked like an angel in that supple pose.
Kisame finished his drink without even realizing it, he had already stopped paying attention to Kiba and the lonely little dark for some time, he didn't notice anything anymore, in reality, literally hypnotized by what was happening on that stage.
The masked dark-haired straightened up using his abs, making his torso adhere to that of the other, his weight weighed on Shisui's arms that were firmly under his butt, this made the short-haired dark-haired muscles swell before he put down his weasel on the ground.
Kisame closed his mouth for a moment swallowing before opening it wide again while his icy eyes followed the masked dark-haired man heading towards Yahiko, the redhead stopped unleashing his muscles while the other turned around him stroking his white skin with a slight pink tinge. Those strange eyes with purple flashes stared at the weasel in every change of position, the nameless dark-haired hugged Yahiko's waist from behind, the redhead turned sliding inside his arms until he found him in front of him, he smiled while an arm full one piercing gripped the weasel's slim waist and the other his legs. The redhead lifted the dark as if it were nothing heading towards the central pole, he grabbed himself with his legs starting to rotate supporting both himself and the other.
Kisame had to unbutton his red shirt while his forehead was bathed in sweat, it was thanks to that position that he realized how perfect the weasel's bottom was, he turned his gaze towards Kiba for the first time since the show had started noticing the his expression almost absent.
Impossible to remain indifferent, I know.
Yahiko came down from the pole with a light twirl, placing the dark haired on the ground in the middle of the movement.
The three dancers had stopped, the music noticeably lowered signaling the end of the show, the crazed crowd was thronging below the stage jostling wildly, it was the decisive moment. After a few seconds, the weasel opened the gate on the right and started up the stairs, obviously someone had won him. With each step he descended, his ankles trembled slightly as she balanced on the stiletto.
Kisame thought back to what Naruto had told him about the stingy manager, in his heart he wished him to fulfill his wish.
"What do you think, Kisame? The dancers this evening were truly out of this world, I have never seen such a perfect combination" Kiba was grinning satisfied in his direction.
Kisame was literally lost for words when a voice brought him back to reality.
"Hey, make way, let me pass!" Naruto's excited voice above the excited buzz of the hall.
Kisame literally jumped seeing him heading towards them with the weasel in his arms as if it were a trophy, he brutally tossed him until he stopped in front of him with a smile that widened out of all proportion.
"Kisame, given the years of waiting to come here, if you want you can accept this gift from me."
Kisame's blue eyes traveled over the lean body of that dancer who persisted in not showing his face, focusing on his pecs and abs, he hesitated a few seconds before feeling a gaze fixed on him.
He turned around looking behind him, the lonely little dark was staring at them with sharp eyes, his face was impassive but Kisame seemed to perceive the tension as if it were coming out of his thin, powerful body as if the will was extending taking life into an entity much bigger than him, than all of them put together.
"No Naruto, thank you, but you've been waiting for this moment forever, I could never."
"Where do you think you're going, blondie? For that paltry you paid, you certainly can't take it home!"
They all turned to find out who the brutal voice that had addressed them belonged to, a tall, muscular man with olive skin approached their table. He crossed his arms on his chest tight in a skimpy gray undershirt, his square and strong-willed jaw was softened by his long raven hair, very particular like his light green eyes that stood out in his rough face.
"Come on, Kakuzu, don't let yourself be recognized tonight after I haven't been here for years. This is Kisame, a very dear friend of mine, it's the first time he's come. It's a special occasion, try to be a little more flexible."
"Naruto, the time I gave you has already started, you'd better go to the private room" Kakuzu had placed one of his big hands on the blond's shoulder forcing him to turn around by force and with the same force made him start marching.
"Guys, we'll give in later, have fun!" the blond exclaimed over the moon as he walked away squeezing the beautiful weasel's body against his.
Kiba sighed loudly seeing that Yahiko and Shisui had also come down the stairs won by someone: "Well Kisame, we have crumbs left. I'm going to hit the dance floor, some dancers pass by there too, do you want to come too?"
"I'll have another drink and then just in case I'll join you."
Kisame had started to look again at the introverted little dark who now stared disconsolately into space in front of him showing his perfect profile. Most likely he had just been hired for this reason he was not yet as self-confident as the others. Kisame thought maybe he needed a different approach.