The waves crashed against the shore, their rhythm a distant backdrop to the bustling life of Hōkaito. Faint shouts and laughter from the nearby market floated on the breeze, mingling with the briny scent of saltwater, the rich aroma of exotic spices, and a sharper, acrid note that hinted at the city's darker undercurrents. As Naruto and Sasuke approached the towering gate that marked the entrance to Hōkaito, the city loomed before them—its infamous districts, each known for its own brand of vice and sin, seemed to beckon them with flickering lights and shadowed corners, promising secrets and dangers in equal measure.
Without hesitation, Sasuke approached the pair of heavily armed guards stationed near the gate, his head held high and his gaze steady. Naruto trailed closely behind, his eyes flickering between the guards and the crowd that seemed to press in around them.
Sasuke extended his hand, revealing the silver ring on his index finger, the engraving glinting faintly in the dim light. "We're here to see Tobi," he said, his voice calm and direct.
The guard on the left, a tall muscular man with a thick beard, leaned in to examine the ring more closely, squinting as he took in the intricate design. His expression remained unreadable, but a subtle shift in his posture hinted at recognition. After a brief exchange of glances with his companion, the guard straightened and pointed down a shadowed path leading deeper into the city. "You'll find your guide down that way," he said gruffly, his tone respectful yet wary. "He'll take you to Tobi."
Sasuke nodded in acknowledgement, then began walking in the direction indicated, with Naruto close at his side. As they ventured further into the city, the air grew heavier with the scent of smoke and something metallic, almost like blood. Naruto kept close, his eyes darting around, alert for any sign of danger. When they turned a corner, they spotted a figure leaning casually against a stone wall, partially concealed by the dim light. The long black coat draped over the figure's shoulders moved slightly in the breeze, trailing behind him like a shark's fin slicing through water. Sasuke's eye twitched as he recognized the man, although it had been years since he last seen him: Hoshigaki Kisame, one of Itachi's former—and quirkier, to put it lightly—contacts during his jounin days, before he became an ANBU operative.
"Shit…" Sasuke said under his breath, earning a questioning look from Naruto.
Naruto tilted his head, eyes narrowing as he followed Sasuke's gaze. "You know him?" he asked, his voice low but steady, sensing the tension in Sasuke's stance.
Kisame noticed them approaching and straightened up, a predatory grin spreading across his face. His sharp teeth glinted in the dim light, adding to the unsettling aura that surrounded him. "Well, well, well—if it isn't the littlest Uchiha," Kisame drawled, his voice smooth but dripping with mockery. His gaze flicked to Naruto, and the grin widened. "And you've brought a special treat along too. How sweet."
While Naruto's brain scrambled to comprehend being called a 'treat', Sasuke kept his expression neutral, refusing to rise to the bait. "We're here to see Tobi," he stated simply, his voice cold and controlled, betraying none of the unease he felt. Naruto remained silent but his posture was tense, ready to react at a moment's notice.
Kisame's grin didn't waver as he pushed off the wall and began to circle them, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator sizing up its prey. "Itachi didn't mention you were paying us a visit," he said, his tone mocking. "We would've rolled out the welcome mat if we knew royalty was coming to town."
Sasuke's eyes narrowed, but he forced himself to remain calm. "That won't be necessary. Just take us to Tobi."
Kisame chuckled, a low, menacing sound that seemed to vibrate in the air around them. "Eager, aren't we? Well, I'm thrilled to finally have the chance to speak with you, especially since Itachi's been so busy with his little ANBU games." He paused, leaning in closer to Sasuke, his grin widening with dark amusement. "I was getting pretty tired of all his cock-blocking, if you know what I mean. But I wonder… leaving the Uchiha heir-apparent to fend for himself… Must be tough, huh?" Kisame moved in even closer, so near that Sasuke could feel the sickly warmth of his breath against his skin. "I'll happily keep you safe… for a price. What do you say, deal?"
Naruto's eyes flared with anger, and before he could stop himself, he stepped forward. The air around him seemed to thrum with energy, and a faint red aura—Kurama's chakra—flickered around his form. "Back off," Naruto snapped, his voice low but filled with warning. "You're not going to keep talking to Sasuke like that."
Kisame's eyes widened slightly as he turned his gaze to Naruto, not in fear but in intrigue. The grin never left his face, though a darker glint flickered in his eyes as he noticed the red chakra swirling around the blonde ninja. "Ah, so you've got a bit more bite than I thought," he mused, his tone still mocking but now laced with genuine curiosity. "And what do you plan on doing about it, 'special treat'?"
Naruto didn't flinch, holding his ground as Kisame's intimidating presence loomed over him. "Try me and find out," he retorted, his voice low and dangerously calm, "but I guarantee you won't like it."
Sasuke, quickly sensing the escalating situation, stepped between them, placing a hand on Naruto's shoulder. "Naruto, let it go," he said firmly, his voice a controlled calm. He appreciated Naruto's intervention but knew they couldn't afford to let things spiral out of control. "We're not here to cause a scene."
Naruto glanced at Sasuke, the tension in his posture easing slightly as he wrestled with Kurama's chakra. The red aura around him dimmed, but the intensity in his eyes remained. "Fine," he muttered, stepping back but keeping his gaze locked on Kisame.
Kisame chuckled, clearly amused by the exchange. "Looks like Itachi's little brother found himself quite the guard dog… or should I say 'fox'?" he remarked, the grin never leaving his face. "This should be fun."
Sasuke leveled a glare at the taller man, his tone edged with deadly sharpness. "No, it won't. Now, are you going to take us to see Tobi or not? Because I'm done with your lame attempts to pick me up—spare me and move on."
After what felt like an eternity, Kisame broke the standoff with a shrug. "Whatever," he said dismissively, waving a hand as if brushing off the tension. "Let's go."
Kisame turned and began walking deeper into the city, his long strides unhurried and confident. Sasuke and Naruto followed, their senses heightened as they moved through the twisting, narrow streets.
"Chill, Naruto," Sasuke murmured under his breath. "We can't afford to lose our cool right now."
Naruto huffed but nodded, though he couldn't shake the anger simmering just beneath the surface. That bastard's lucky I didn't tear him apart, Naruto thought, his fists clenched at his sides.
You should be more worried about keeping your head on straight, Kurama's voice rumbled in Naruto's mind, sharp and critical. You're letting your feelings cloud your judgment, again. No doubt this Kisame's a creep, but getting riled up over him hitting on that Uchiha brat? Pathetic.
Naruto bristled internally, but he knew Kurama had a point. It was vile to watch, he argued, though his anger was already starting to cool. You can't tell me you wouldn't have wanted to rip him apart too.
Kurama's growl softened slightly. Maybe I wouldn't have stopped you, he admitted, but that doesn't mean you should let your emotions drive you into a trap. Keep your focus, or you'll get us both killed…and Sasuke.
Naruto took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax. Fine, he conceded, the fire in his eyes dimming but not extinguished. But I'm not letting my guard down around that shark freak.
As they walked, the city seemed to close in around them, the walls of the buildings leaning in as if to listen to their every word. The streets grew darker and more convoluted, the twists and turns seemingly designed to confuse and disorient. Sasuke's unease grew with each step, but he kept his focus on Kisame, determined not to show any weakness. Naruto stayed close, his eyes scanning their surroundings, every nerve on edge.
Finally, they arrived at the Kuroya District, a notorious part of the city where the shadows were as dangerous as the people who inhabited them. The district was a haven for mercenaries and hired guns, a place where lives could be bought and sold with the clink of a few coins. Bars lined the streets, each one a potential meeting ground for those looking to settle scores through violence.
Kisame stopped in front of an inconspicuous building, its weathered exterior blending seamlessly into the surrounding decay. Yet, despite its unassuming facade, there was something about it—a subtle, pulsing energy—that set it apart from the neighboring structures. The dim neon signs flickered weakly, barely cutting through the thick haze that clung to the air like a shroud, but the hypnotic beat emanating from within called to the restless souls of the night, drawing them in like moths to a flame.
Kisame turned to Sasuke and Naruto, his grin now tinged with something darker, more feral than before. "We've arrived. Tobi's expecting you," he said with a chuckle before turning to leave.
Just as Kisame was about to disappear into the crowd, Naruto's voice cut through the usual ambience. "Hey wait! How are we supposed to know who Tobi is?"
Kisame paused briefly, not bothering to turn back. His voice, laced with amusement, carried back to them. "Oh, don't worry," he said cryptically, his tone dripping with mockery. "You'll know. For sure." He finally glanced over his shoulder, his gaze locking onto Sasuke, and the look in his eyes sent a chill down the younger Uchiha's spine. "He's got something… unmistakable." With that, Kisame vanished, melting into the crowd as if he had never been there at all.
Naruto glanced around, the oppressive atmosphere weighing heavily on him. "I don't like this…" he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible over the hum of the crowd. The district was alive with activity, but it was anything but pleasant—every shadow seemed to harbor a threat, every glance a potential danger. The flickering neon signs cast eerie glows on the grim faces of passersby, heightening the sense of unease. He looked at Sasuke, who was already scrutinizing their surroundings, his eyes narrowed in concentration, his mind likely racing with possibilities.
With little choice, Sasuke pushed open the door, the heavy wood creaking ominously as it swung inward. The interior was dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of alcohol and smoke. As he and Naruto stepped inside, all eyes in the room seemed to turn toward them, the patrons sizing up the newcomers with varying degrees of interest and hostility.
Sasuke remained unfazed, his expression stern as he scanned the room, assessing the unfamiliar faces and the potential threats hidden in the shadows. Feeling the unsettling weight of the stares on them, Naruto instinctively moved closer to Sasuke. The tension in the room was undeniable, with the low hum of whispered conversations and the clink of glasses only deepening the sense of unease.
In the far corner of the bar, a lone figure sat, cloaked in shadow yet impossible to miss due to the aura of authority that emanated from him. His face was partially obscured by the dim lighting, but as they drew closer, his features gradually emerged from the darkness. One sharp eye was visible, the other concealed beneath a dark patch. His black hair was short and spiky, giving him a sharp, menacing appearance that added to the mystery surrounding him.
But it was that eye that captured Sasuke's attention—the unmistakable Sharingan, faintly glowing in the dim light.
"Is that what I think it is…" Naruto whispered, his gaze shifting from Sasuke to the enigmatic figure before them.
The man's gaze locked onto theirs as they approached, his expression unreadable, a mask of calm that betrayed nothing. Yet, there was something unsettlingly familiar in the way he looked at them, especially in the way his lone, exposed eye lingered on Sasuke. It wasn't just the Sharingan—it was the intensity behind it, a piercing scrutiny that made Sasuke feel as though this man could see through every layer of his being, straight to his core. The sensation was disconcerting, unlike anything Sasuke had encountered before.
As they came to a stop in front of him, Sasuke met his gaze head-on, refusing to be intimidated. "You're Tobi, I presume," he said, his voice steady, though his mind raced with questions.
The man inclined his head slightly, a small, almost mocking smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Your presumption is correct, Uchiha- dono ," he replied, his tone laced with a subtle hint of disdain. "Tobi, leader of Akatsuki, at your service." His words were formal, but the undercurrent of his voice suggested he found some amusement in the situation.
Without another word, Tobi gestured for them to sit, his movements deliberate and unhurried, as if he were savoring his control over the moment. The silence that followed was thick with unspoken tension, stretching out until it felt almost oppressive. He finally broke it, his voice calm and measured, carrying an authority that demanded attention. "So, you're the ones Kisame spoke of. I've been expecting you."
Sasuke wasted no time on pleasantries. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing as he cut straight to the point. "Who are you really?"
Tobi's lips curved into a small, knowing smile, the kind that hinted at secrets buried deep and truths twisted beyond recognition. "Who I am isn't of much importance. What matters is…I know exactly who you are." His voice was smooth, almost unnervingly calm, as if the knowledge he possessed was merely a trifle. He then turned his gaze to Naruto, his tone laced with a nostalgia that carried an undercurrent of something darker. "I'm quite familiar with Kakashi…and Minato-sensei. We go way back," he added, letting the weight of his words hang in the air.
Naruto's eyes widened at the mention of his father's name, a mix of surprise and suspicion flashing across his face. He opened his mouth to press, but the words died on his lips as Tobi's gaze shifted back to Sasuke, the air between them thickening with unspoken tension.
"As for having the Sharingan…" Tobi's voice dropped to a whisper, filled with a deliberate ambiguity that only deepened the mystery. "Some things are better left unsaid…wouldn't you agree, Uchiha- dono ?"
Sasuke's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities, but he kept his voice steady. "Drop the formalities—it's obvious you're doing it out of spite. I'd prefer if you cut the pretense."
Tobi chuckled, leaning back as his tone grew more casual. "Oh, so you're not a pernicious asshole like so many of your brethren—good. Makes things a whole lot easier," he said, the faintest hint of a smirk curling his lips. "So, you're the ones Minato-sensei sent to retrieve his special package, huh? I thought he'd send Itachi or maybe that ANBU babe. But no, he leaves it to two rookies—he must be getting desperate."
Naruto bristled at the remark, his fists clenching at his sides. "Hey, we're not rookies!" he snapped, his voice firm, albeit a little defensive.
Sasuke remained silent but the tension in his posture was unmistakable.
Tobi's smirk only widened, clearly enjoying the reaction he'd provoked. Eventually, though, he waved a hand dismissively, pulling out a thin cigar and lighting it with a practiced ease. "Ah, no matter. I'm sure you'll keep things interesting." He took a slow, deliberate draw, letting the smoke curl from his lips before continuing, "Anyway, hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the package you're after won't arrive until the day after tomorrow."
Sasuke's eyes widened while Naruto's jaw dropped. "What?" they said in unison.
Tobi shrugged nonchalantly. "Seems like you two were a little too efficient for your own good."
"Are you sure?" Sasuke pressed, his voice edged with suspicion.
Tobi let out a short, dismissive snort. "I'd hope so—my crew's the one contracted to bring it in."
"Dammit," Naruto muttered under his breath. "So we're stuck here for two days? What the hell are we supposed to do?"
Sasuke shot Naruto a sideways glance, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. The idea of waiting didn't sit well with him, especially not in a place like this. He briefly considered going after the package themselves, but before he could voice the thought, Tobi chuckled, as if reading his mind.
"Sure, if you've got a death wish, go ahead. I promise you it will be the last thing you ever do—Kakuzu will make sure of that."
"Do you even know what it is?" Naruto asked, curiosity evident in his voice.
"Your guess is as good as mine," Tobi replied with a casual shrug, taking another draw from his cigar. "Honestly, it's none of my business. Whatever it is, though, people are willing to pay top dollar for it... and kill for it if they have to."
He exhaled slowly, letting the smoke linger before continuing. "But don't worry—it'll get here. In the meantime, why not wait it out in style? To show you how 'goody-goody' I am, I'll set you two up in a nice hotel to pass the time." He flashed a sly grin that made Sasuke's skin crawl. "What do you say—sound good?"
Naruto, oblivious to the undertone, visibly perked up at the mention of comfort. "Sounds good to me!" he agreed eagerly.
"What? No!" Sasuke snapped. "Are you insane? We don't know anything about this guy—how can you be so trusting?"
Naruto blinked, surprised by Sasuke's outburst. "Oh, come on, Sasuke! We've been traveling all day—a decent bed won't kill us."
Sasuke glared at him, irritation evident. "That's not the point, Naruto. We're in enemy territory, dealing with someone we know nothing about. You can't just—"
"Relax," Tobi cut in, his tone dripping with unsettling glee. "You're right to be cautious, little Uchiha, but let's not forget: you're here on Minato-sensei's orders. I'm not about to risk jeopardizing his precious son's safety… and I'm definitely not stupid enough to cross Itachi by screwing over his little brother." He leaned in slightly, the smirk still playing on his lips. "Besides, if I wanted you dead, you wouldn't be sitting here arguing."
Sasuke's jaw tightened as he locked eyes with Tobi, trying to discern the truth behind his words. But Tobi's casual demeanor only deepened his unease.
Naruto, picking up on Sasuke's hesitation, spoke up. "Sasuke, we at least need a place to regroup. We can't plan anything out here in the open."
Sasuke didn't respond immediately, his mind racing through the possibilities. But as much as he hated to admit it, Naruto had a point. And they did need a secure place to plan, away from prying eyes and ears.
Finally, with a reluctant sigh, Sasuke nodded. "Fine. But if anything feels off, we're out of there immediately."
"Deal," Naruto agreed, visibly relieved.
Tobi watched their exchange with thinly veiled amusement, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. "Consider it done. You're going to love the place—it's got everything you could possibly need… everything. "
Tobi then looked up, and motioned for someone to come over. A tall man with long, blonde hair draped over one side of his face approached, his visible eye gleaming with a sharp intensity. The concealed eye only added to the air of mystery surrounding him.
"This is Deidara," Tobi introduced with a casual wave. "Deidara, these are the 'special guests' Kisame told us about. Could you be a doll and escort them to Haku's place—in one piece, preferably."
Deidara's visible eye twitched slightly at the word 'doll', a flash of annoyance crossing his face before he quickly masked it. His gaze flicked between Naruto and Sasuke, lingering on Sasuke before narrowing slightly. "Great. Babysitting duty for the Uchiha brat," he muttered under his breath, though not quietly enough for it to go unnoticed.
Sasuke's frown deepened, but he kept his silence.
Naruto, catching on, leaned over to Sasuke and whispered, "Are you sure you've never met these guys before?"
Sasuke gave a faint nod, his expression darkening. "I think this is the work of my brother… and I'm still trying to figure out how I feel about it…" His scowl intensified, almost comically so, when Tobi winked at him—a gesture that seemed to confirm Sasuke's suspicion and only added to his irritation.
"Let's get moving," Deidara said, turning sharply on his heel without waiting for a response. Sasuke and Naruto followed, the atmosphere between them thick with unspoken animosity.
As they began to walk away, Tobi called out after them, a mocking tone in his voice. "Have fun, you two. I'm sure we'll see each other again real soon." He flashed a toothy grin that was anything but reassuring.
As Naruto and Sasuke followed Deidara through the crowded streets, a creeping sense of unease settled over them. The Botankō District was unlike anything they had ever encountered. Neon lights bathed the streets in a mix of vibrant and soft red hues, casting a surreal glow that illuminated the faces of provocatively dressed men and women lining the sidewalks, each one more striking than the last. The air was thick with the cloying scent of perfume, mingling with the pulsing rhythms of music that spilled from shadowy alleyways and dimly lit clubs. Beneath it all, there was an undercurrent of something raw and primal, a sound that Sasuke forced himself to block out.
Naruto's eyes widened as he took in the scene, his face flushing a deep shade of red. Everywhere he looked, men and women beckoned to passersby with sultry smiles and teasing gestures, their voices a mix of flirtation and allure. One particularly bold man, shirtless and flaunting a chiseled physique, called out to him with a smooth, mocking tone. "Hey, blondie! How about a private dance?"
Naruto's heart raced as the words hit him, and he quickly averted his gaze, his face burning with embarrassment. Beside him, Sasuke walked with an outward air of indifference, his expression carefully neutral, but the tightness in his shoulders betrayed his discomfort. As they passed by a group of onlookers, Sasuke caught the sound of wolf whistles and low murmurs, crude propositions directed his way. He clenched his jaw but kept his gaze fixed forward, pointedly ignoring the attention.
One particularly daring individual made a move toward Sasuke, her eyes glinting with mischief. But before she could get too close, a single, cold glance from Deidara stopped her in her tracks. She hesitated, her confidence faltering under the weight of his stare, and with a muttered curse, she backed off, retreating into the shadows with the rest of her group.
Deidara, walking a few steps ahead, couldn't resist tossing a remark over his shoulder. "What's the matter? Never seen the darker side of life before?" His tone dripped with sarcasm, his grin widening as he clearly enjoyed their discomfort at the attention they were receiving. "Let me guess—your 'cherries' are still fresh and intact, am I right?"
Naruto blinked, the confusion written plainly across his face. "Uh, 'cherries'...? What's that supposed to—"
"None of your business!" Sasuke snapped, cutting him off with uncharacteristic urgency. His face flushed a shade of red that Naruto didn't think possible, his usual composure completely shattered.
Deidara cackled, throwing his head back with a laugh. "Haha! Knew it!" He shot a sneering grin at Sasuke. "Of course you'd be chaste—big brother's got you on a tight leash." His gaze then shifted to Naruto, his smirk widening. "You, on the other hand—what're you waiting for? Don't tell me you're just as sheltered as our little princess here." He waved his hand dismissively, a sly grin tugging at his lips. "There are plenty of people around here who'd be more than happy to help pop that 'cherry' of yours. All you gotta do is ask."
Naruto's confusion only deepened, but before he could open his mouth to ask for clarification, Deidara leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Just don't stick it in the first one you see—some of them are probably on fire, if you catch my drift."
Sasuke's patience was nearing its breaking point. "Are we there yet!?" he barked, his voice sharp as he desperately tried to cut the conversation short.
Deidara glanced back, clearly amused by Sasuke's outburst. "Someone's eager," he teased, his eyes gleaming with mischief. But before he could continue, Naruto abruptly stopped in his tracks, his face going pale as the realization hit him like a ton of bricks.
"Wait… 'popping a cherry' means…!" Naruto's voice trailed off, horror dawning on his face.
Deidara exploded into laughter, clutching his sides as he doubled over. "Oh, this is priceless!" he gasped between wheezes, wiping a tear from his eye. "You two cannot be serious—real innocent, aren't you? A couple of 'pure little doves' lost in the big, bad city!"
Naruto's face burned a deep shade of red, while Sasuke's glare could have cut through stone. His irritation was unmistakable, even as a flush spread across his cheeks and ears, betraying just how embarrassed he was by the lewd conversation.
"Just—take us there already, dammit!" Sasuke snapped, his voice tight with frustration, which only caused Deidara to laugh harder.
Finally, they arrived at the Velvet Lotus, a grand establishment that stood in stark contrast to the garish surroundings. The building exuded an air of refined elegance and sensuality, its smooth, dark facade bathed in the soft glow of lanterns suspended from intricately designed wrought iron sconces. The gentle flicker of the lanterns cast delicate shadows that danced across the polished surface of the building, highlighting its subtle curves and details. The entrance was framed by a pair of beautifully carved wooden doors, each inlaid with delicate floral patterns, so precise they seemed almost alive.
Flanking the entrance were two men dressed in immaculate suits, their postures rigid yet poised. They acknowledged Deidara with a nod before silently stepping aside, allowing the group to pass through.
Naruto and Sasuke exchanged a glance as they crossed the threshold, immediately noticing the shift in atmosphere. The chaotic noise of the street fell away, replaced by the soft scent of jasmine that lingered in the air, its calming presence subtly overtaking Naruto's usual energy. Even Sasuke, though ever-serious, felt a slight easing of his earlier tension, his posture naturally relaxing within the opulent surroundings.
Inside, the lobby was a world apart from the chaos outside, a sanctuary of understated luxury. Soft, warm lighting bathed the space in a golden hue, casting a soft glow over the room. Elegant furniture—plush velvet chairs and intricately carved tables—was arranged with meticulous care, each piece chosen to complement the rich colors and textures of the space. The grand staircase, draped in rich crimson fabrics, spiraled gracefully to the upper floors, while a polished mahogany reception desk stood to one side, its surface gleaming under the warm light.
Naruto's gaze wandered to the patrons and employees moving about the first level. The patrons were a clear indication of the wealth required to be here—well-dressed individuals sipping expensive drinks, their quiet, refined conversations blending with the ambient sounds of the room. But it was the employees who truly captured his attention: high-class hosts and hostesses, their pristine kimonos and evening attire tailored to perfection. Their clothing, elegant yet tantalizing, managed to convey an air of sensuality without being overt, leaving just enough to the imagination to draw the eye.
Despite himself, Naruto couldn't help but gawk at the grandeur, his eyes flicking between the fine details of the decor and the graceful employees who moved with fluid, practiced elegance. Sasuke, though more reserved in his reactions, took in the scene with quiet intrigue, his measured gaze following the intricate details of their surreal surroundings.
Deidara strolled up to the reception desk, where a sharply dressed woman with a gentle smile greeted them. "Welcome to the Velvet Lotus. How may I—"
"Yeah, yeah, just shut up and tell Haku he's got some VIPs here," Deidara interrupted, his tone dripping with impatience.
The woman's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a sharp, disapproving glare. Without a word, she picked up the receiver of an ornate telephone, her movements crisp and professional despite the rude interruption. "Haku-sama? … Yes, apologies for the interruption, but some guests have arrived for you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She cast a quick glance at Naruto and Sasuke, standing slightly behind Deidara, before continuing. "Yes, sir—two of them. … Understood."
She listened for a moment before hanging up, her expression smoothing back into neutrality. "Haku-sama will be right down," she said, though her eyes lingered on Deidara with thinly veiled disdain.
Naruto and Sasuke exchanged a brief look, surprised by the receptionist's ability to remain composed despite Deidara's rudeness. The sharp contrast between Deidara's crassness and her professionalism wasn't lost on either of them.
Deidara rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed. "Whatever. Just make sure they're treated like royalty—courtesy of Akatsuki."
The receptionist's fingers faltered momentarily as she glanced down, typing quickly, though her professional mask never fully slipped.
Sasuke's eye twitched. "That won't be neces—" he began, his voice tight, but Deidara cut him off with a hard look.
"You. Shut up," Deidara snapped, his scowl deepening. "What is it with you Uchiha? Always trying to act humble when you're really just a bunch of flashy, stuck-up rich bastards. You pretend like you don't care, but your clan loves showing off—hypocritical pricks, the lot of you." He leaned in slightly, his sneer sharp enough to cut. "So how about you, for what might be the first time in your life, shut your face, stand there, and look pretty while I do the talking—got it?"
Sasuke's fists clenched at his sides, his entire body radiating barely contained fury. Naruto had never seen him so enraged—it was as if steam might start billowing from his ears at any moment. The shock in Sasuke's eyes quickly gave way to pure venom as his gaze bore into Deidara, deadly intent simmering just beneath the surface.
"What did you just say to me, you—" Sasuke growled, his voice low and dangerous, each word edged with the threat of violence.
"Ah, there it is—that trademark pompous huff-and-puff your clan's so famous for," Deidara cut in with a mocking grin, sticking out his tongue. "Did I hit a nerve? Is this the first time someone didn't grovel and kiss your ass on sight?" His grin widened, delighted by Sasuke's reaction. "Suck it up, bitch."
That did it. "Watch your fucking mouth, you son of a—!" Sasuke lunged forward, fury flashing in his eyes. But before he could close the distance, Naruto quickly wrapped his arms around him, holding him back with all his strength.
"Whoa, Sasuke! Calm down!" he shouted, struggling to keep Sasuke from breaking free.
Deidara laughed, clearly enjoying the spectacle. "That's more like it," he said smugly, watching with amusement as Naruto fought to restrain Sasuke's rage. "With a look like that, I'd probably attempt a little taste… if I didn't know you'd chomp my dick off the first chance you got, that is!"
Naruto's mouth dropped in horror. "Hey—!"
"You fucking BASTARD!" Sasuke snarled, his fists shaking as he strained against Naruto's grip, his voice seething with raw hatred.
Naruto barely managed to keep Sasuke from lunging at Deidara again when, suddenly, the receptionist cleared her throat softly. The sound seemed to freeze them all in place. Sasuke, Naruto, and even Deidara turned in unison to face her, their attention immediately diverted by the unexpected interruption.
She paused, maintaining her professional demeanor, her tone carefully controlled as she glanced at her screen. "My apologies," she began, her voice calm and composed, "but it seems Haku-sama has flagged the Akatsuki account due to an outstanding balance for rendered services left unpaid. For further booking, we will require a 30% down payment, or if you can pay at least 10% of the remaining balance, we can set up a payment plan—"
Deidara shot her an irritated look, his patience wearing thin. "Do I look like I give two shits about your fucking numbers and books?" he snapped, his voice sharp. "Just tell Haku to hurry the hell up. I've got better things to do than babysit these two brats."
Before the reception—red-faced and agitated with Deidara's rudeness—could respond, a voice as clear and hypnotizing as crystal resonated in their ears. "I'd hardly call staring at a blank canvas while getting piss drunk something 'better to do', but to each their own, I suppose."
Everyone turned to see a lithe young man descending the grand staircase, each step deliberate and feather-light. He moved with the grace of someone born to command attention without demanding it. His long, flowing kimono shimmered in the dim light, the deep indigo fabric accented with intricate silver patterns that seemed to dance as he walked. The soft rustle of the fabric was the only sound accompanying him as he made his way down, his movements fluid, like water cascading down a mountain stream. There could be no question that this was Haku.
Haku's appearance drew all eyes in the room, his presence impossible to ignore. Long, silky black hair cascaded over his shoulders, framing his face that was almost too perfect, with features that bordered on ethereal. His skin was smooth, unblemished, and his eyes sparkled like the moonlit night—deep, dark, and filled with something unfathomable. He seemed to float down the stairs, his kimono rustling softly around him like a whisper, every movement as if choreographed to perfection.
Naruto blinked, wide-eyed as Haku's presence filled the room, drawing in attention like a magnet. His heart skipping a beat as a warmth, unfamiliar and unsettling, spread through his chest. Haku was… beautiful. There was no other word for it. The kind of beauty that left him confused, momentarily speechless. He felt an inexplicable pull toward the man as he approached, his footsteps light and silent, as if he were walking on air.
Sasuke, noticing the dazed expression on Naruto's face, raised an eyebrow, a sharp flash of irritation crossing his features. "What are you doing?" His voice was critical, laced with confusion, but Naruto didn't respond, his gaze still fixed on Haku, lost in some inexplicable trance.
Sasuke's patience, already precariously thin, snapped. Without thinking, he smacked Naruto upside the back of his head. "Hey—snap out of it! What the hell is wrong with you!?" he hissed, his words barely above a whisper, but sharp enough to slice through Naruto's daze. Even as the words left his mouth, a flicker of surprise crossed Sasuke's mind—was he really this angry over something so trivial? The intensity of his own reaction startled him, though he buried the thought quickly.
"Ack!" Naruto recoiled, rubbing the spot where Sasuke had struck him. His face flushed, heat rushing to his cheeks as he blinked rapidly, finally tearing his gaze away from Haku. "I-I'm not doing anything!" he stammered, clearly embarrassed to have been caught gawking.
Naruto could feel Sasuke's eyes burning into the side of his head, a deep scowl etched into his features, his narrowed eyes and clenched teeth making him look almost comically exaggerated. Arms crossed, Sasuke opened his mouth to scold Naruto further, but before he could say anything, Haku arrived. His presence washed over the room like a calm wave, instantly silencing the tension, and for a moment, it felt as though all the noise around them had faded into the background.
"Welcome to the Velvet Lotus," Haku greeted them with a smile that was as warm as it was unsettling, his voice smooth as silk, melodic. "I apologize for the wait. I trust my dead-weight friend here didn't cause too much trouble for you?"
Deidara's eyes narrowed at the insult, but he held his tongue, clearly irritated, though unwilling to engage further. He muttered something under his breath as he folded his arms across his chest, but Haku either didn't hear it or simply chose to ignore him. The room was already under Haku's control, and his attention was entirely focused on Naruto and Sasuke. His gaze seemed to linger on each of them for a second longer than necessary, as if measuring them, reading them.
"I'm Haku, the owner of this establishment," he introduced himself with a graceful incline of his head. "I've been informed that you'll be staying with us for a couple of nights. I do hope your stay will be comfortable and… enjoyable." His smile deepened slightly at the last word, his tone carrying an unspoken promise, or perhaps a warning—it was hard to tell.
Naruto and Sasuke exchanged a quick glance, the unease between them unspoken but shared. Haku's smile was genuine, yet there was something in his eyes that made them both feel as if they were standing on uncertain ground.
Sasuke was the first to respond—keeping his back straight, he offered a respectful bow, his eyes locked onto Haku's in a silent challenge as he rose. "We appreciate your hospitality," he said, his tone polite but still guarded. His movements were precise, every action calculated, though a faint tension underpinned his calm demeanor.
Haku returned the bow with equal grace, his movements smooth and effortless, as though the act itself required no thought. His gaze lingered on Sasuke for a moment, a subtle knowing smile playing on his lips, before he smoothly shifted his eyes to Naruto, a deliberate motion that made Naruto suddenly aware of the attention on him.
Naruto, feeling the weight of Haku's gaze, blinked in surprise. He hesitated, his heart skipping a beat as he fumbled slightly with his footing before offering a bow in return. His posture was far less refined than Sasuke's, but it carried a genuine sense of respect. "Yeah, thanks," he muttered, his voice a little uneven as he rose, still a little thrown off by Haku's ethereal presence.
Haku's smile broadened, clearly amused by Naruto's clumsy response. "You're most welcome," he replied smoothly with a brief nod of his head. "Now, shall we? I'll show you to your room." He turned gracefully, about to lead them away, but before he could take a step, the receptionist cleared her throat softly, her voice still tight from the earlier tension.
"Pardon me, Haku-sama," she interjected, her tone measured and professional. "But there's still the matter of the flag on the Akatsuki account. I'm unable to register them as guests under it until the balance is cleared."
Haku didn't miss a beat, his calm smile unwavering. "Then book them under the Crow account instead." His tone was light, but the command behind his words was unmistakable.
The receptionist blinked, clearly taken aback. "The… Crow account?" she repeated, her tone full of surprise. "Are you sure, sir? That account—"
"Yes, I'm sure," Haku cut in smoothly, though his eyes gleamed with a touch of amusement. "It's been a while since that particular patron has graced us with his presence. I'm certain he won't mind covering their expenses, no matter how extravagant they may turn out to be." His voice was like velvet, but there was a subtle undertone of authority that left no room for debate.
The receptionist hesitated. "And… should I book Crow-san's usual room for them, then?"
Haku's smile widened slightly as he responded. "Of course—where else do you expect them to sleep?"
Satisfied, though still somewhat bewildered, the receptionist nodded and began typing furiously on the terminal, her earlier agitation evaporating under the weight of Haku's instructions.
Haku turned back to Naruto and Sasuke with a serene expression, but then his eyes shifted to Deidara, who still lingered nearby, arms folded with an air of impatience. Slowly, Haku's smile faltered, and the air around him grew heavier. His eyes darkened, cold and calculating. "Why are you still here?" His tone, though soft, carried a cutting edge.
Deidara huffed, irritation flaring in his voice. "Why do you think? Where's my drink?" he demanded, clearly expecting something from guiding Naruto and Sasuke to the hotel.
Haku's smile returned, though this time it was sharp, almost predatory. "You can have your drink… as soon as the Akatsuki account is squared away." His words, though smooth, held a dangerous undertone.
Deidara scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Those charges aren't all mine, you know. That bastard, Tobi—"
"Then take it up with Tobi," Haku interrupted with a graceful flick of his hand, dismissively cutting off the rest of Deidara's complaint. The elegant gesture ended it, as though the matter was beneath further discussion.
For a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath. Then, with a chilling precision, Haku's voice dropped several degrees, like ice slithering through the air. "Now… get out."
The command was simple, but the biting cold in his tone sent a shiver through everyone present, even those not privy to the conversation. The temperature around them seemed to plummet, and the warm, casual atmosphere from earlier vanished, leaving only a danger edge in Haku's gaze that pinned Deidara in place.
Deidara stiffened visibly, his mouth opening as if to retort, but he quickly thought better of it. "Fine, whatever," he muttered, spinning on his heel to leave. As he reached the door, he paused, casting one last, venomous glare over his shoulder at Sasuke.
With a smug sneer, Deidara raised his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "Must be nice to have someone footing the bill for you, huh? You're practically a well-kept doll already, Princess."
The insult hung in the air, crude and biting. Sasuke's hand twitched at his side, and he took an instinctive step forward, fury building behind his narrowed eyes. But before he could act, Naruto quickly grabbed his wrist, holding him back.
"Chill, Sasuke," Naruto whispered urgently, his grip firm but gentle. "Think of the mission." The words echoed Sasuke's earlier advice, grounding him just enough to stop him from flying off the handle.
Sasuke glared after Deidara as the blonde stormed out, clearly pleased with his parting shot, though the tension in Sasuke's stance didn't ease. He remained silent, his anger simmering beneath the surface, but Naruto's touch kept him rooted in place.
With the annoyance gone, Haku's demeanor shifted again, as if nothing had happened. His smooth, melodic voice returned. "Now then," he said, beckoning Naruto and Sasuke with a graceful hand. "Shall we?"
Without waiting for a reply, Haku turned and began walking toward the grand staircase, his movements fluid and composed. Naruto and Sasuke followed, leaving the reception area behind as they made their way into the opulent depths of the Velvet Lotus.
As they ascended the stairs, Haku glanced over his shoulder, his tone casual yet laced with subtle amusement. "I must warn you, the Velvet Lotus is not your ordinary hotel. We cater to a certain... clientele. You may see things, hear things, that might seem unusual. But I assure you, our guests' privacy and safety are our top priorities."
Naruto and Sasuke exchanged another glance, uneasy despite Haku's reassurances, but they followed him nonetheless.
As they reached the upper level, the atmosphere became even more refined. The corridors were lined with intricate artwork, each piece thoughtfully placed to draw the eye. Soft, ambient lighting bathed the hallways in a warm glow, illuminating the finely textured walls. Plush carpets cushioned their footsteps as they followed Haku deeper into the luxurious maze.
Eventually, Haku stopped in front of a large set of double doors, carved with elaborate designs and adorned with golden handles. He pushed them open, revealing a room that made both Naruto and Sasuke's eyes widen in surprise.
"Welcome to the Imperial Suite," Haku said, sweeping his arm towards the room. "I hope it meets your expectations."
The room was vast, its design striking a perfect balance between luxury and intimacy. High ceilings gave way to intricately carved wooden panels, while rich, deep tones created an inviting, sultry atmosphere. The soft glow of low lighting danced across the walls, casting long shadows that enhanced the room's sensual feel. At the center stood a massive, oversized bed draped in silken sheets, surrounded by plush pillows, each one meticulously arranged.
In one corner, a steaming hot tub bubbled invitingly, its edges lined with flickering lights and delicate fabric drapes that swayed gently in the warm air. A tray of exotic fruits and wine rested on a carved wooden side table, completing the room's indulgent offerings. Plush rugs softened their steps, and the dark wood accents gave the space a sense of grounded elegance, steeped in a subtle, East Asian aesthetic.
Naruto's eyes sparkled with amusement as he took in the surroundings. "Wow, this place is amazing!" he exclaimed, practically bouncing as he admired the opulence.
Sasuke, however, was less enthused, his discomfort evident as his eyes flicked from the bed to the hot tub and back again. "Umm...I don't know if..." he turned to Haku as he asked, "Isn't this a bit much? We really don't need... Can't we have a more 'normal' room?" Sasuke asked, his voice barely concealing his discomfort.
Haku paused, raising an eyebrow with a faint look of curiosity. "Oh? Is the room not to your liking?" His voice remained smooth, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "It's your brother's favorite room when he visits. Perhaps you two have… different tastes?" The question hung in the air, light but intentional.
Sasuke's expression stiffened for a moment, caught off guard by the mention of his brother. "I'm sorry—what'd you say?"
Rather than reply, Haku remained tight-lipped, apparently amused as he watched Sasuke's thoughts wander, despite himself.
Sasuke's mind raced, the casual mention of Itachi lingering in his thoughts far longer than Haku's voice did in the room. This is Itachi's favorite room? He felt the weight of those words pressing down on him, stirring something deep, conflicted, and raw. His brother... here? Often enough to have a favorite room? The idea alone was unsettling, not because Itachi's visits to Hōkaito were unthinkable—Sasuke was aware that his brother had been here on business before—but this place?
His eyes flicked to the hot tub, an almost mocking presence in the lavish suite, and then to the bed, large and deliberately placed at the center of everything. The air felt warmer now, suffocating in its intimacy, and Sasuke's thoughts clawed at every uncomfortable implication Haku's words had cast. What exactly did Itachi do in this room? The faintest trace of heat crept up his neck as his mind raced toward assumptions he quickly repressed. He didn't want to know — didn't need to know. But Haku's subtle smirk was impossible to ignore.
Haku, sensing Sasuke's unease, added with a soft chuckle, "Itachi-san has always enjoyed... refinement in his accommodations. But if you find the room lacking, I could arrange something else."
Sasuke's jaw tightened. Itachi, refined? Yeah, right. Sasuke didn't know whether to scoff or seethe. His mind flashed with images of his brother, always so composed, so distant. But here, in a place like this? It painted a picture that gnawed at him, forcing him to confront a side of Itachi he had never considered.
"No, it's fine," Sasuke finally muttered, his voice far stiffer than he'd intended. He glanced at Naruto, who, predictably, seemed blissfully unaware of the layers beneath the conversation, eyeing the hot tub as if it was the greatest thing he'd ever seen. Of course.
But Sasuke's thoughts lingered, spiraling in ever-tighter circles, unable to escape the implications of Itachi's visits. What was he doing here? And with whom? Though he knew the answers were none of his business, the questions plagued his mind in a way that was both unnerving and impossible to ignore.
Naruto, oblivious to the subtext, was already exploring the room. "Wow, look at this, Sasuke! We could have a party in here!" he said, running his hands over the silken sheets of the enormous bed.
Sasuke sighed, running a hand through his hair, still clearly unsettled. "Naruto, we're not here for a vacation…"
Naruto rolled his eyes, but his grin never faded. "I know, I know. But we might as well enjoy the perks while we can, right?"
Haku chuckled softly, watching the exchange with amusement. "Indeed, you should make the most of your stay. If there's anything you need—anything at all—please don't hesitate to ask." He handed Sasuke a small, elegant card embossed with the Velvet Lotus logo. "This is my personal line. You can reach me anytime."
Sasuke took the card, his eyes meeting Haku's briefly before he looked away. "Thank you," he murmured.
Haku smiled, bowing slightly before turning to leave. "I'll leave you to get settled," he said, but just before exiting, he paused at the door, casting a glance over his shoulder. "Oh, one more thing—the hotel offers a variety of... services. If you find yourselves in need of companionship, simply dial extension 6-3-5-8. Our concierge will be more than happy to assist."
Sasuke's eyes widened, a flush creeping up his neck and into his cheeks, much to Haku's amusement. The crystal-clear laugh that followed echoed in the room as the doors closed behind him.
As the double doors clicked shut, Naruto bounded onto the bed with childlike glee, his weight making the plush mattress bounce beneath him. "Sasuke, this place is incredible!" he exclaimed, kicking off his shoes. He sank back into the pillows, a look of pure delight spreading across his face. The soft, luxurious fabric of the bedding seemed to swallow him whole as he sprawled out, limbs stretching in all directions.
Sasuke stood at the edge of the room, arms crossed tightly over his chest, watching with a mixture of envy and irritation. The opulence of the suite was undeniable—the scent of fresh linen, the faint warmth from the lamps casting a golden hue over the deep, inviting colors of the room. But still, Sasuke hesitated. Focus. We have a mission. Yet even with the thought lingering in his mind, the allure of comfort was difficult to ignore.
Naruto flopped backward again, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Man, this is the life." His voice was muffled as his face sank deeper into the pillows, eyes fluttering shut. Sasuke's gaze shifted around the room, taking in the detail—the velvet drapes, the smooth wooden floors, the subtle scent of something sweet, possibly jasmine, wafting from the bathroom. The hot tub hummed softly in the background, a gentle reminder of the indulgence within their reach.
"Naruto, we shouldn't get too comfortable," Sasuke said, voice clipped as he forced himself to remain vigilant. "We have a job to do, remember?"
Naruto cracked one eye open, peeking at him lazily. "Aw, come on, Sasuke," he drawled, the faintest grin tugging at his lips. "Can't we just enjoy this for what it is? Tobi-san said the package won't be here for another two days—we might as well take a break. It's not every day we get to stay somewhere like this." He pushed himself up onto his elbows, his grin widening as he looked at Sasuke, clearly enjoying his own relaxation. "Don't be such a stick in the mud. We're not going to be here forever."
Sasuke's jaw tightened as he held onto his resistance, but Naruto's words and the undeniable pull of the room were getting to him. He could feel the soft lighting, the promise of a good night's rest in the oversized bed, and—despite himself—the tension in his shoulders began to ease. He didn't want to admit it, but Naruto's carefree attitude had a way of chipping away at his walls.
"I don't know..." Sasuke muttered, his resolve wavering.
Naruto, sensing victory, grinned mischievously. "Come on, just relax for a bit. We've earned it, right? R for a couple of days isn't going to kill us." He patted the empty space beside him on the bed, his eyes twinkling as if daring Sasuke to loosen up.
Sasuke stood there, torn between responsibility and the growing desire to simply let go for a moment. Finally, with a quiet sigh, he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, his movements careful and controlled. The mattress dipped beneath his weight, but he kept a respectable distance from Naruto, his posture still a bit rigid.
"Fine," Sasuke said, his tone softer now. "But just for a little while." He then took off his boots and moved further up onto the bed, resting his back against the headboard
Naruto, clearly pleased, sat up fully, crossing his legs as he leaned toward Sasuke.
The room seemed warmer now, more inviting, the stress of the past few days starting to melt away. Sasuke glanced at Naruto, who was beaming at him, and despite everything, he felt a faint smile tug at the corner of his mouth. Maybe, just for tonight…
Suddenly, Naruto clapped his hands together, the sound cutting through the soft hum of the room. "I'm gonna try out that hot tub!" he announced, already making his way toward the far end of the suite.
Before Sasuke could even form a protest, Naruto had stripped down to his briefs, tossing his clothes haphazardly across the room. He dipped a toe into the steaming water, testing it for a second before letting out a low, contented groan as he slid into the tub. The gentle jets began working their magic, massaging his muscles with a soothing pulse.
"Ahhh, this is amazing," Naruto moaned, sinking deeper into the bubbling water, the tension in his body visibly melting away. His head lolled back against the edge of the tub, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.
Sasuke watched from the bed, his arms folded across his chest as he leaned back into the soft pillows. "You're like a kid in a candy store, Usuratonkachi," he commented, but there was a faint, reluctant hint of amusement in his voice that he couldn't quite suppress.
Naruto cracked an eye open, his grin widening at the comment. "And what's wrong with that?" he replied, his voice lazy, the heat of the water already loosening him up. "Life's too short to not enjoy the little things, Sasuke." His eyes fluttered shut again as he reveled in the warmth, the steady bubbling lulling him into a state of pure relaxation.
Sasuke exhaled quietly, letting his head rest against the backboard of the bed, his arms folded behind his head. He watched Naruto, half-annoyed by his friend's carefree attitude but unable to completely ignore the appeal of the tub's inviting warmth. Ignorance is bliss, I guess…
The flickering light from the hot tub cast a soft glow over Naruto's skin, making the room feel even more intimate. Sasuke's gaze lingered a moment longer before he closed his eyes, letting the quiet of the room settle around him. His body began to sink further into the bed, his eyes drifting shut as the weight of the past few days seemed to dissolve in the quiet luxury of the room. The tension that had gripped him for what felt like forever finally started to loosen. The warmth of the soft linens beneath him and the gentle hum of the room lulled his mind into a rare state of calm. For the first time in what felt like ages, his sense of responsibility—always hovering like a shadow—seemed to melt away, leaving only the soothing quiet.
In the background, the sound of water bubbling softly from the hot tub was almost hypnotic, adding to the sense of tranquility that now enveloped him. For a fleeting moment, Sasuke allowed himself to indulge in the stillness, to breathe without the weight of obligation pressing down on him.
Then, Naruto's voice broke through the haze. "Hey, how about you join me in here? The water's perfect," Naruto suggested, his voice playful, eyes gleaming with a mischievous grin.
Sasuke's eyes snapped open, his face suddenly feeling hot as his heart gave an involuntary lurch. He sat up quickly, turning away to hide the faint flush creeping up his neck. "No," he replied far too quickly, his voice almost a stammer. His eyes caught sight of the mini bar in the corner, a convenient distraction. "I think I'll have a drink instead," he said, his tone casual as he got off the bed and strode over to the bar. The coolness of the floor under his feet helped anchor him back into the moment. He glanced back at Naruto, who was watching him with an amused smirk. "Want one?" Sasuke asked, his voice nonchalant now, masking the lingering embarrassment.
Naruto shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
Sasuke nodded, grabbing the nearest bottle of amber liquid. The faint clink of glass on glass sounded as he poured two drinks, the liquid swirling in the dim light of the room. He walked over to the hot tub, handing one glass to Naruto before sitting on the edge. Eager, Naruto took an enthusiastic sip, only to cough a moment later.
"Whoa, that's strong!" Naruto wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, blinking in surprise. "What is this?"
"Bourbon, according to the bottle," Sasuke replied, taking a slow sip. Though his reaction was more restrained, he pursed his lips, considering the taste. "I guess it's an acquired taste...?" He brought the glass to his nose, inhaling the scent. "It smells good, though." Another sip. The warmth of the liquid trailed down his throat, leaving a comfortable burn in its wake. "It's... comforting."
Naruto took another tentative sip, immediately grimacing at the sharp burn. "Comforting, huh? I guess that's one way to put it." He set the glass down on the tub's edge, leaning back into the water with a long sigh. "So, what do you think of Haku?"
Sasuke glanced over at Naruto. "What do you mean?"
Naruto's lips curved into a small smile, his expression playful. "I mean, he's...quite something, isn't he?" His eyes twinkled with a teasing light, oblivious to the way Sasuke's expression hardened ever so slightly.
Sasuke took another sip, his grip tightening on the glass. "He's certainly... unique," he said, keeping his tone neutral. His eyes flicked back to Naruto, watching for any hint of what this conversation was really about. "Why do you ask?"
Naruto's grin widened, though his eyes stayed closed as he lounged in the heated water. "Just curious. He's different from anyone I've ever met. I mean, he's gorgeous, obviously, but there's something more to him, you know?"
Sasuke raised an eyebrow, his voice cooling with each word. "Different how?"
Naruto turned his head, opening his eyes to look directly at Sasuke now. "I don't know, exactly. It's like...he's got this presence, you know? Like an aura around him that just...compliments his beautiful exterior." Naruto's voice was almost dreamy, his gaze misty-eyed as he spoke. "And he's so kind. Genuinely kind, not just pretending to be. There's something really appealing about that."
Sasuke snorted softly, the sound almost sharp in the quiet room. "Appealing?" he echoed, the word dripping with sarcasm. "Naruto, he's a high-class prostitute running a high-class brothel. Of course he's 'appealing'—he has to be—but 'genuine'? I doubt there's anything 'genuine' about him." The words slipped out, harsher than he intended. His gaze flicked away, but the comment hung in the air, heavier than anything he'd said before. He brought the glass to his lips and took a bigger gulp, the bourbon burning in his chest as much as the sudden bitterness in his tone.
Naruto sat up in the tub, his expression caught somewhere between surprise and irritation. "Come on, Sasuke. Not everything is as black and white as you'd like to think. Haku seems like a decent guy, okay? And besides, he's helping us out." Naruto smirked, but it lacked some of its usual warmth. "Not to mention he's drop-dead gorgeous. I mean, have you ever seen someone so beautiful before? It's like he's glowing or something."
Sasuke's chest tightened, the irritation simmering into something sharper, something unsettling. Naruto was smitten, and it grated on Sasuke's nerves in a way he couldn't quite suppress. The feeling grew inside him—something unfamiliar and unwelcome, like a knot tightening in his chest. Jealousy. He recognized it, hated it, but there it was, gnawing at him relentlessly. Naruto spoke about Haku as if he were something more than what Sasuke saw—a polished surface masking the same dirt underneath.
The bitter feeling burned hotter, fueled by the alcohol that had already begun to loosen his tongue. Sasuke downed another gulp, barely tasting the bourbon anymore. "You're impossible, you know that?" His voice was rough, edged with frustration he couldn't quite control. He didn't dare look at Naruto now.
Naruto, blissfully unaware, grinned and sank back into the water. "I'll take that as a compliment," he said, his voice light with satisfaction.
Sasuke's grip on the glass tightened, his irritation barely contained beneath the surface. He couldn't shake the image of Naruto talking about Haku, of how easy it seemed for him to admire someone like that. His mind raced, and before he could stop himself, the words slipped out, quieter but cutting all the same. "Fine, I'll admit he's beautiful. That doesn't change what he is. Trash is still trash, no matter how nice it looks."
Naruto frowned and turned his head, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What's your problem, Sasuke? Why are you being such a jerk about this?"
Sasuke scoffed, downing the remaining liquid in his glass. Then he set the glass down with a bit more force than necessary and stood up, the frustration boiling over before he could stop it. "I'm not the one with the problem, Naruto. You're the one swooning over someone like him, like he's your soulmate or something."
Naruto opened his mouth to respond, but before the words could leave his lips, Sasuke turned to leave, his movements abrupt. But Naruto wasn't ready to let it go. Without thinking, his hand shot out from the water, fingers wrapping around Sasuke's wrist in a firm but urgent grip. The sudden contact stopped Sasuke cold, his pulse quickening at the unexpected touch.
"Hey, wait—"
"What!?" Sasuke snapped, his body stiffening, the jolt of Naruto's grip sending a sharp current through him. His eyes flicked down to where Naruto's hand held him, skin against skin, warm and unmoving. "I'm not taking back what I—"
"No, that's not what I—" Naruto's voice softened as he took a breath, his grip tightening slightly, not letting Sasuke pull away. "Come in with me."
Sasuke felt his breath catch, as if all the air had been knocked from his lungs. "...what?"
"Come in with me," Naruto repeated, quieter this time, but more deliberate. His eyes, now fully open and locked onto Sasuke's, held a quiet intensity. His grip tightened just enough to keep Sasuke rooted in place, the heat of his skin sending a wave of warmth through Sasuke's arm, mingling with the fire of the alcohol still coursing through his veins.
For a moment, Sasuke stood frozen, the tension between them thick and palpable. The warmth from Naruto's hand seemed to seep deeper, burning through the lingering jealousy and frustration. His mind wavered, part of him wanting to surrender to the pull of the moment, to give in to whatever this was between them. But the tension, the unspoken emotions, it all held him back.
With deliberate care, Sasuke pulled his hand free, the loss of Naruto's touch leaving an uncomfortable void. He didn't meet Naruto's gaze as he muttered, "I'm going to take a shower," his voice low, struggling to hide the frustration still simmering beneath the surface.
Without waiting for a response, Sasuke turned and walked toward the bathroom, his movements tense. The soft click of the door closing behind him left Naruto alone in the now heavy silence of the room.
Naruto leaned back in the tub, letting out a long breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. His eyes drifted to the spot where Sasuke had stood just moments before, the tension between them still lingering in the air like an unspoken question. What was that? He hadn't meant to push so hard, but something about Sasuke's sharp edge tonight made it impossible to just let things go. Naruto's fingers drummed lightly on the edge of the tub. What are you really thinking, Sasuke?
Inside the bathroom, Sasuke stood for a moment, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His heart was still racing, the heat from both the alcohol and the tension outside clinging to his skin. The coolness of the marble beneath his feet provided a stark contrast to the warmth in his chest, though it did little to settle his mind. He exhaled sharply, shaking off the lingering frustration as his eyes flicked around the room.
The bathroom was as luxurious as the rest of the suite—polished stone floors, soft lighting, and the faint scent of sandalwood wafting from somewhere. The shower stall was large, framed with sleek glass walls, with a rainfall showerhead positioned above. Sasuke moved toward it, stripping off his clothes and stepping into the warm spray.
The water hit his skin, instantly soothing the tension in his muscles. Sasuke tilted his head back, letting the warmth wash over him, the steady stream of water helping to clear his mind. For a few moments, he allowed himself to forget everything—the mission, the frustration, Naruto—everything melted away in the comforting cascade. His eyes closed as he leaned his palms against the cool tile, letting the heat of the shower drive out the lingering discomfort in his chest.
When he finally stepped out, steam filled the bathroom, softening the air. Sasuke reached for one of the soft, plush robes hanging by the door, wrapping it around himself as the last remnants of the tension began to fade. The robe's warmth was comforting, like the first real comfort he'd felt since stepping into this city. He ran a hand through his damp hair, exhaling slowly before heading back out.
As Sasuke stepped into the main room, the sight of Naruto caught him off guard. Naruto stood near the bed, now dressed in red silk pajamas, the fabric shimmering slightly in the dim light of the suite. Sasuke's eyes flicked over to a neat bundle on the bed—blue silk pajamas folded neatly beside the pillows.
"Room service came while you were in the shower," Naruto said casually, his eyes lighting up with a playful glint. "They brought us these," he gestured to the pajamas, "figured you might like blue." He grinned, clearly satisfied with the matching set.
Sasuke arched an eyebrow, but before he could say anything, Naruto added, "I'll give you some privacy to change." He flashed Sasuke a quick smile and headed toward the lounge area, where the scent of food drifted softly through the air, beckoning him to the waiting trays.
Sasuke stood by the bed, his gaze drifting over the neatly folded blue pajamas. He untied the robe, letting it slip from his shoulders, the cool air of the room brushing over his skin in a brief, almost startling contrast. The smooth fabric of the silk pajamas felt out of place against the tension still coiled in his chest, but he dressed quickly, movements brisk and precise. From the lounge area, faint clinks and rustles reached his ears—Naruto, no doubt, settling in—but Sasuke stayed silent, lost in the swirl of his own thoughts.
In the lounge, Naruto fidgeted with the tray of food, his fingers tapping lightly on the edge as he pretended to focus on anything but the tension still hanging in the air. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a slow breath in an attempt to shake off the weight of the interaction. What just happened back there? He hadn't meant to push Sasuke that far, but now the silence between them was almost suffocating, thick with unspoken words.
You're not gonna just sit there and stew, are you? Kurama's voice cut through Naruto's thoughts, laced with amusement. You're dying to know what's going on in that head of his. Just ask.
Naruto groaned internally. Not helping, furball. I'm not about to poke that bear again.
Could've fooled me, Kurama teased, his tone smug. I 've never seen you so tangled up over what someone else is thinking. If you're that curious, just say something.
Naruto shook his head slightly, shifting in his seat. I'm not making things worse.
Before Kurama could press further, Sasuke appeared, his expression as unreadable as ever. The silence that followed was thick, almost oppressive, as he took a seat beside Naruto. They began to eat, though the quiet stretched long between them, heavy and uncomfortable. Sasuke barely touched his food, nudging it around his plate more than anything. It wasn't a lack of hunger—it was the way Naruto's words about Haku kept gnawing at him, swirling through his mind, entangling with everything left unsaid.
Naruto, too, was picking at his food, the weight of Kurama's teasing and the earlier interaction still heavy on his mind. Finally, out of nowhere, Naruto broke the silence, his voice quiet but cutting through the tension like a blade.
"Look, Sasuke—whatever I think about Haku, it's nothing compared to what I think about you."
The room seemed to freeze. Sasuke's fork stopped midair, and even Kurama was momentarily stunned, his voice only able to mutter, Whoa...
Sasuke's gaze lifted slowly, locking onto Naruto's, his eyes wide with disbelief. Across the table, Naruto's face flushed as the weight of what he'd just said hit him. Maybe that was too much.
Yeah, no shit, genius, Kurama scolded him, the sarcasm sharp in his tone.
"I mean—" Naruto stammered, his voice faltering as the weight of his words fully sank in. "I just... I don't want you to think... I mean, Haku's just—"
Sasuke cut him off, his voice low and firm. "We should just get some sleep. I'm tired."
Naruto blinked, unsure how to respond, but nodded, feeling like he'd pushed too far. "Right. Yeah. Good idea." He stood up quickly, eager to escape the awkward tension hanging between them. "I can take the couch—"
Sasuke shook his head, his expression softening just a touch as he stood up as well. "Don't be ridiculous. The bed's more than big enough—we can share."
Naruto hesitated, glancing toward the large bed. "Are you sure? I mean—"
"We're not children, Naruto," Sasuke interrupted, his tone final, leaving no room for argument. "Just shut up and come on." Without waiting for a response, he walked to the left side of the bed and slipped beneath the covers, settling in with no further comment.
Naruto lingered for a moment, watching Sasuke as he turned onto his side, facing away. With a quiet sigh, Naruto finally climbed into bed beside him, careful to leave a bit of space between them. He lay still, staring up at the ceiling, his mind buzzing with everything that had happened that night, replaying their interactions over and over.
"Good night," Sasuke muttered, his voice barely audible as he tugged the covers tighter around himself.
Naruto glanced over at Sasuke's back, the words hanging in the air for a beat before he shifted onto his own side, facing away as well. "Good night," he murmured, his voice softer than usual.
Both lay in the stillness, lost in their own thoughts, the earlier tension hovering between them—unspoken, but impossible to ignore.
