05: The Fox.

Friday, April 7, 2017, afternoon

When I got home, I felt like I was slain. The entire way home I had lost myself in my own thoughts and was honestly glad that I had found my way home at all. However, this small spark of joy went out immediately as soon as I closed the front door behind me. "Tadaima," I murmured as usual, took off my shoes in the genkan and had just put a sock on the warm wooden floor when Hiashi stepped into the hallway. "Hinata, come with me."

I bowed jerkily and said in greeting: "Otoo-sama.", but immediately followed him into the west wing. Had I missed a meeting? No. Then my father would be much more upset. He seemed stern, yes, but no more than usual.

He led me purposefully into his study, which fortunately I rarely entered, and said in his usual dominant manner: "Step in."

In what? Your face? You're welcome.

I obeyed but stopped right behind the door as soon as I noticed a person standing in front of the beefy desk. He was a man of about Genma's stature, with wavy black hair and an expressionless, handsome, soft face, whose pale skin was only maculated by fine freckles and two long, dark shadows under his red eyes. The young man wore a simple black suit with a red and gray striped tie that adorned the same pin as Madara's, and had his hands clasped behind his back. He radiated an immense calmness and at the same time enormous self-confidence. He assessed me with his look, in which I clearly recognized his bloodline: He was an Uchiha. I was confused. Why was a member of the Akaiisan-kai of maybe twenty years standing in Hiashi's office? What did that mean, when my father had only recently done business with Madara and Genma wanted to recruit me as an informant today? In my opinion, these were a few too many coincidences at once.

It seemed even more improbable to me when the guy held out his hand to me and I saw clearly protruding veins on the back of his hand in the sunlight. This physical feature was probably not as rare as I had thought if every second man possessed it. I took his surprisingly cool hand and shook it, bowing anyway. I was not used to doing this touchable way of greeting. "Good day," I murmured to my jeans.

"Good day," the man greeted back and still in my bow I had to fight not to lose my monotonous mask. His voice was hoarse, penetrating, actually similar to Madara's, and now that I was a little closer to him than before due to my posture, I also noticed his more than pleasant scent. What was it with these men and their veiny hands, deep voices and woody smells?! As if they were all manifestations of my cravings, shit. I guess I really needed consensual sex if I suspected a potential candidate for King in every guy who came along. Although I had to admit that this one was pretty much what I had in mind, at least visually. His face could be a little more masculine, but otherwise everything fit. Now all I had to do was see his cock and check if there was the flat, flower-shaped birthmark on the underside, then I could confidently die in his arms.

When I had straightened up again and stared tensely at the haori of my father, who had taken a seat behind his desk, the look of the man next to me gave me goosebumps. At the moment, I couldn't determine whether these were joyful or not, after all, I still didn't know why he was here. Perhaps—oh heavens! – maybe my father and Madara had arranged a marriage between me and some coincidentally very attractive single of the Uchiha and next to me stood my future husband. Would I have anything against that? I had always mentally resisted a forced marriage, but if my chosen one looked like THIS..

"This is Itachi Uchiha," Hiashi said, pointing to the walking King checklist. "He is your personal bodyguard from today on." What?! My eyes darted up to their older counterpart for a moment, but I didn't say anything and looked away again. "If you are not in the house, he will accompany you every step of the way. He is already enrolled in all your courses. You will introduce him to your friends as a distant relative from Tokyo, so there is no suspicion as to why you are spending so much time together. You will not leave his side and obey all his orders. I will not tolerate any contradiction."

"Yes, Otoo-sama."

"That is all. Get out of here now, I have something to discuss with Itachi." Hiashi waved his hand disparagingly and I slipped out of his office with a deep bow.

On my way to my room, the thoughts in my head only spun more. What the hell was going on here..? Hiashi agrees to do business with the Uchiha, Madara hints at a coup against the Gin'nome-kai, Genma wants information from me and now I have an Uchiha hanging on my cheek who was supposed to be my bodyguard?! It was all way too much for my first week in the real world. I almost longed for the time of my isolation, when my biggest worry was the meetings. That I would think that, unbelievable.

I closed my room door, took off my blouse and jeans and put on a wide-cut summer dress. Then I sat down in front of the easel by the window, took my favorite pencil and looked out into the garden. A few corns chirped at the bird bath, the perfect motif.

Practiced, I put the lead on the canvas and drew a perfect line. Itachi Uchiha.. His appearance was an absolute mystery to me. It didn't fit into the picture at all. Hiashi was not a thoughtless man. If he allowed an Akaiisan-kai to become my bodyguard, there was a reason. And as I knew my father, he was not in my mind. It certainly had something to do with the business with Madara. But which of the two sides benefited from it? Because of Itachi's closeness to me, the Uchiha would have my father in their hands. One phone call was enough and Itachi would throw me in front of the next bus and present my death as a terrible accident. Hiashi wouldn't let that happen. My father didn't love me, so he wouldn't care if I lived or died, but I was important to his negotiations. For years he had made sure that I was handsome. He had invested in me, monitored my diet, had me lasered, paid for my skin and hair care, my expensive kimonos – all so that he could sell me to his business partners. I was his means for successful conversations. In the past, some contracts had only come about because the men wanted to take me. In a disgusting way, it was even flattering, if it weren't so disgusting that it was an incentive for someone at all.

So why did Hiashi take the risk of losing me as an instrument of his diabolical symphony? Did he suspect something of Madara's plans and wanted to counteract it? But why then an Uchiha as my bodyguard..? That didn't make sense. Except..

I dropped the pencil and the corns blurred a little.

Did Hiashi want to eliminate me? Should Itachi really kill me "unintentionally", so my father could accuse the Uchiha and a new war broke out? Was I his pawn sacrifice in this game of power..?

Suddenly I felt observed. I got up, drew the curtains and locked the doors. I searched my memory for signs that my father no longer needed me. Sure, he had always shown disgust towards me, but in the last few weeks there had been no occasion for him to behave differently. And the fact that I had only been sent to Madara this week was actually good, wasn't it? At least if you consider my credibility. Hiashi would never have left me alone with his greatest enemy if he had known what he was planning or what was going on inside me. Or was Itachi a consequence of this very fact? Had Hiashi somehow learned what Madara and I had discussed and reacted accordingly? Had Madara betrayed me to him? Were they both afraid that Genma would contact me and wanted to check my loyalty in advance?

Fuck. I'd been open and honest with Madara about what I thought of my father, and just not telling Hiashi about Madara's threat about destroying any empires should be proof enough that I wasn't loyal to my family. It had all been a set-up, a test that I had failed.

Involuntarily, my hand slid to the opal necklace. Was the time now? Should I call Genma, spread Hiashi's secrets in front of him, and hope that he was actually able to protect me? But what if he wasn't? What if–

There was a knock. I flinched in shock and let out a soft gasp. "Y-yes please?" I asked in a trembling voice and swallowed hard. My racing heart pumped sheer panic through my body, cold sweat formed on my forehead and I shuddered.

"Hinata-sama?" asked Itachi muffled on the other side of the wood.

I only had a few seconds. I could jump out of the window, probably break something in the process, and try to run as fast as possible, hide for the rest of my life and pray that my father didn't find me. Or I could open the door for Itachi and face whatever they all had planned.

Daringly, I decided on the second option. I wouldn't hide away. If they wanted to see me dead, I would face my end with my head held high. As the saying went – I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees. Probably became my new life motto now. I turned the key and opened. Itachi stood in the hallway, his hands clasped behind his back again. His red eyes scanned my face, my body, then the room behind me.

I nodded silently and stepped aside.

With firm and somewhat springy steps he walked past me and let his gaze wander through my room, but quickly turned it at me when he heard the click of the door. For a brief moment, he seemed surprised that I allowed me to be alone with him, but what did I have to fear? He was a killer who could probably eliminate me in any way imaginable. It didn't matter whether the door was open or not and I preferred it closed. But he did not address it, but said calmly: "I should introduce myself personally again. My name is Itachi Uchiha. I served in the military from 2006 to 2014 and have been a private security guard with the Akaiisan-kai since I left. I'm usually Madara Uchiha's personal bodyguard, so I'm ideally suited for this job. So you can trust me to protect you."

Irritated, I stared at him. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-nine," Itachi replied curtly. Okay, not my King. Too old again. But that had also been the crux of every potential candidate so far.

"Wow, the Uchiha must have good genes." Shit, I HAD said that out loud, as I could read from a short smile on his face. Heat rose in my ears. "Well.. I-I just mean, you don't look like you're almost thirty."

"I know," he said in an indifferent tone, but a slight glint in his eyes told me that he was quite happy about this compliment. "One more point why I am suitable for this job. I can accompany you to university without anyone questioning my age. So my presence there shouldn't be a problem for you."

"Do you know anything about studying law?" I asked, perhaps a little too snippily, because Itachi's right eyebrow twitched a bit in the air. "I guess no less than you. You've only been there for a week. I can catch up on the learning material I missed. Besides, it's not my job to pass exams or do a doctorate. I'm supposed to guarantee your safety, that's all."

"Well, but to be able to do that, you have to go to the lectures and at some point you can only do that if you pass the exams. Unless, of course, this is only a temporary position for you." Very subtle, Hinata.

Itachi understood the intention behind my question and a gentle smile settled on his shapely lips. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. You just keep doing your thing and I'll run after you like a lapdog."

May I treat you like one? Cuddling, stroking and taking you to bed?

I frowned. "My thing?"

"Staring at the wall during lectures, taking notes, walking around in the park during breaks to burn calories, studying intensively, making out in the library behind bookshelves with borderline stupid athletes, crying about toxic alpha ex-boyfriends, going shopping with girlfriends on weekends.. Everything that eighteen-year-old girls do."

There it was again, that 'girl'. And from his mouth it sounded even more humiliating than from Madara's. With Itachi it sounded.. malicious. And yet I could not ignore an irrepressible feeling of loneliness. Itachi seemed to think I was living a normal life, and I already hated that he would soon see that I wasn't. "making out with borderline stupid athletes" and "going shopping with girlfriends", yes, how I would like to do that. But this was not a beautiful and dumb dream. I also kept my weekends free for other activities, and Itachi was certainly not allowed to be part of these.

"I.. well, you won't have too much to do with me," I murmured embarrassed, ashamed to show such weakness to him.

"Does that mean you don't have any social contacts outside of university?" asked Itachi with raised eyebrows.

You're a real smart guy, you can put one and one together.

I was silent, and that should be answer enough for him.

"Whatever. I only warn you in advance so that no avoidable misunderstandings arise between us: I do not tolerate any rebelliousness. If I say something, you do it. Besides, I don't like to be fooled, so I'd be very grateful if you didn't hit on me in front of your friends."

"Excuse me?" I gasped in horror.

"I know what makes girls your age tick, and you heard your father. Officially, I'm a distant relative of yours from Tokyo. A fourth-degree great-great-cousin of your son, come up with something. I'm not your boyfriend, your lover, your stalker or anything else like that. Stick to these two basic rules and we won't have any problems with each other."

My lips curled slightly. I would really like to ram my pencil into his eye.

"At home you are under the protection of Hiashi-sama's people, but as soon as you plan to leave the house, your safety is in my hands. That's why: Here you have my number." He demonstratively placed a black business card on my desk. "I don't live far from here, so I can be there within ten minutes."

"Don't you have a private life?" I asked, and this time I didn't care how snippy I sounded. I couldn't stand this guy for what he represented. In my opinion, he was far too snooty and prejudiced.

Itachi grinned feistily, reminding me of a cunning fox up to something bad. "I'm a bodyguard," he said in a tone as if that explained everything.

I sighed soundlessly. "Aha. I will call you if my girlfriends want to go out on the weekend or borderline stupid athletes want to fuck me. Otherwise, the first lecture begins on Monday at nine o'clock in the morning. Legal history, just so you're on topic."

Nodding, he said, "Fine." and left my room without further words.

Well, that was going to be fun with this one.

Saturday, April 8, 2017, late evening

The fourth day without a chat with King. But I had meant what I had written to him last. I needed time. And unfortunately, I hardly found any to think about how I felt about him. Of course, I loved him and I had to admit to myself that I was emotionally dependent on him, but maybe that was exactly the problem I had to think about. But there was too much happening around me at the moment for me to clarify this with myself and then with him. My head was dominated by the whole conflict regarding Madara, Genma and Itachi, which just didn't leave me in peace. There was no room for King.

I knew only one way to forget the rubbish in my brain: A night at the Ame. For three years now I had spent almost every weekend there and especially today I just needed this informal atmosphere that the men spread there, although "informal" was perhaps the wrong term in this context. BDSM was basically the opposite of that due to all the contracts with their strict rules and the shackles of all kinds, but it was precisely this taboo flicker that had always attracted me. This was also the case today.

Like every time I went to the club, I wore what I wanted, as I could dress without Hiashi's stern eyes, as he wouldn't otherwise allow. I stood in front of the mirror in my closet and plucked the torn leggings. My "hoely leggings", as I liked to call them. On top of that, fringed hot pants, worn-out chucks that I had found in a garbage can at some point, a tight, partly ripped mesh top – with a bra, of course – and a sweat jacket that was much too big and chafed at the hems. Everything was in black, as was my make-up, where I could let off steam as I was funny. Today I just pulled a lot of kohl around my eyes and then smeared it. I looked like a homeless punk. And that was exactly the look I was aiming for. I simply loved it when nothing in my guise betrayed my origins. With such an appearance, the people I met on the street at night thought I was an antisocial monster who only caused problems, and therefore gave me a wide berth. Exactly what I wanted: peace from this artificial world.

I felt sexy today. Maybe you could call it prurient and every sensible person would advise me not to show my underwear in public because of the danger of an assault, but the guys out there couldn't do more to me than the ones Hiashi brought into the house. So why the fuck not? If necessary, I was not far away from the Ame and any of the regular customers there would immediately rush to my aid if I screamed.

Driven by my self-perceived eroticism, I opened the zipper of my jacket, posed lasciviously in front of the mirror and took a few photos, holding the cell phone in such a way that, apart from the cheeky lip biting, you couldn't see my face. Yes, that's exactly how I liked it. I grinned contentedly at my reflection, put the cell phone in my pocket, turned off the light and climbed the trellis, which was overgrown with ivy, from my window down into the garden. Crouched, I scurried through the darkness to the property wall, climbed over the coarse rock at a point where the surveillance cameras couldn't catch me, and jumped onto the lawn on the other side. After a quick check to see if I indeed was alone, I knocked the dirt off my hands and ran off in the direction of the next cross street, where definitely no one could see me from the house. Kou had already acknowledged my presence, Hanabi had gone to bed after a usual conversation and Hiashi was in Fukuoka for the weekend. Everything went perfectly for me that night.

With my hands buried in my jacket pockets and the fiercest expression I had up my sleeve, I trudged thoughtfully through the almost deserted streets of our neighborhood. Only a few people were on the way, a few night owls, a few drunks, a few people who still had to walk their dogs. Everyone who noticed me seemed to be put off by my appearance and quickly looked away, two drunk men yelled after me "Yo, bitch, come over!" – I enjoyed all of it. But I loved the weekends. Last time I hadn't seen an opportunity for my nocturnal foray, but this time there was just nothing to stop me. Out here, I felt free. Here I wasn't Hinata Hyuuga, the rich daughter of a yakuza boss with a brutal past, strange desires for an anonymous guy on the internet and spontaneous crushes for men running along, no, here I was just–

"Pearl!" a deep voice thundered at me as I descended the steps to a heavy metal door and pushed it open. Kisame, a huge, muscle-bound man with dark blue hair, ice-blue eyes, a tight black shirt and equally tight black leather pants and bouncer of the Ame Club, beamed at me baring his teeth. "Come here~" He wrapped his strong arms around me and pressed me to his tight chest, which catapulted me seven feet into the air.

"Heeeey," I laughed and returned the hug, albeit much weaker. My body consisted only of bones, skin and tits, there were no muscles that could keep up with Kisame.

He pressed a wet smack on my cheek and let me sink back to my feet. I arranged my bangs and grinned at him from below. "What happened here during my absence? What did I miss? Come on, spill the tea!"

"Naaaah, our Zombies have crashed again," Kisame waved off.

"Is there any news?" I laughed. "Where are they?"

"Inside," he replied, throwing his thumb over his shoulder to a second metal door. "Of course they reconciled. Hidan has already asked for you, but what can I say? No one here knows when our little pearl will appear. She appears when she sees fit."

"Yeah, sorry, I was busy last week and—"

"Eheheh, what did we discuss about these apologies?", Kisame interrupted me instantly and put an index finger on my lips. "I don't want to hear that from you, Pearl. You are not accountable to anyone here. We just enjoy your presence and you enjoy the free drinks."

Smiling, I gently bit his fingernail and earned a mock sob in return. "This pain, this pahaaaaaiiin, I can't stand it!" Kisame sniffed and then tousled my hair with a broad grin. "Come in with you, you little bitch, you're being missed."

I bowed to him exaggeratedly and was let into the dark club. In here it looked like it always did – at least that's what I thought, because you could hardly see anything, which was not least reinforced by massive cigarette smoke and loudly booming dark techno music. This ambience alone made you docile, because it skillfully fogged every functioning brain cell, there was no need for the hard and even harder drugs that regularly changed hands here in various ways. Above a stage where a sub was just whipped by several doms, the club's slogan 'Ame – Don't drop on me' shone in bright red over the blurred figures. Suddenly an idea came to me that I personally thought was terrific. I fought my way through the heated bodies of the boisterous men over to the bar, behind which the boss of the club stood and was busy serving his customers: Pain. I didn't know his real name, but I'd been told that he deserved that nickname. And that should mean something in this scene.

Pain was slendery muscular and about half a head taller than me, had wildly protruding, bright orange hair and a lot of piercings everywhere. His black tank top stuck to his body and stress was written in his otherwise stony face. "Pain!", I shouted over the bar and the bass of a particularly hard EBM song.

Pain's eyes searched for the origin of this exclamation, found me and brightened a little. His mouth obviously formed "Pearl!" and he beckoned me to him. Grinning, I walked around the counter and let him hug and kiss me, although he was not satisfied with my cheek, he has never been. "What does the honor give me, darling?" he roared in my ear so that I could understand him.

I leaned against his, standing on tiptoe, and answered just as loudly, "I've been longing for you, you understand."

"Nope," he replied clearly ironically and lifted the corners of his mouth, which was tantamount to a grin in his stubborn dullness.

"Pain-chaaaan, may I take a picture of myself right back there?", I begged with loving googly eyes and pointed to the stage. "I just want the sign in the background, nothing more."

"If it's just that, yes. Just make sure that no one is on it, otherwise there will be trouble!" I nodded. "What do you want to drink?"

"Give me everything you can offer," I snapped back and batted my eyelashes. Pain bowed his head like a butler and while he began to mix me one of his delicious cocktails, I greeted the other bartenders Nagato and Konan, who was the only woman here besides me. The blue-haired woman and the piercing on her lower lip was openly lesbian, but claimed that she still preferred the company of men, which is why she ended up at the Ame Club at some point. Nagato, an asexual man, was clearly stuck in a bygone era with his red emo hairstyle, but that didn't make him any less open-minded about anything – but he had to be, because he volunteered at a kinky gay bar that attracted all kinds of weird clientele. The three of us were the only ones who ended up here, who didn't get anything out of the meaty offer in the club, and maybe that's why we got along so well. We were happy to gossip about the customers on a friendly basis and had a great time, while everyone around us was looking for their sexual counterpart. In one of these conversations, it had been on a quiet Saturday after New Year's Eve, I had learned that Nagato also suffered from bulimia, and since then we have been getting further and further into our eating disorder. Neither of us was quite right in our heads.

Those who weren't thrilled about that, however, were Orochimaru, one of the quirkiest birds the Ame Club had ever seen – and that might mean something here, too. It was rumoured that he was asexual, because he himself did not penetrate; Konan and I had once suspected that he didn't have a cock at all, but we haven't been able to confirm that yet. Instead, he searched the club for young men who were willing to inflict pain on themselves under his supervision by shoving oversized dildos with extras into all their holes or tormenting themselves in some other way, and he was also supposed to be a master at sounding. I don't know, I had never been there and I didn't want to after the rumors about him. His sadistic streak was actually not visible in him, like in no one here, only in his case, in contrast to the otherwise so commonplace-looking men who had such preferences, this was not due to his inconspicuous appearance, but because he was the only one who frequented here, who dressed very femininely. He always wore long robes in bright colors that were perfectly matched to his eye shadow, had ass-long, straight black hair and a very soft smile that could sometimes become incredibly nasty when he saw new prey. His subs said that he was extremely brutal in togetherness, but outside of these sessions he almost took on a maternal – yes, not paternal – role for them. Kinda carrot cake and leather stick, literally. He ran a small bakery with a café right next door and had made it his mission to get Nagato and me to eat because of his caring nature and vocation. So far mostly unsuccessful, at least he could hardly prevent us from going to the toilet and vomiting everything out again after his delicious pastries. And we just loved to drive him insane with it.

Tonight, it was particularly crowded in the club and therefore Konan and Nagato didn't have time to talk to me, so after a few minutes of standing silently in the corner, I gratefully accepted Pain's cocktail – an oversized Mai Tai with a pinch of MDMA – and went in search of my Zombies. On the way, I saw Sasori and Deidara in one of the cuddly bays scattered along the walls, both of which waved enthusiastically to me. Sasori was less enthusiastic than Deidara, but that was only due to his rather cool manner, which I liked despite everything. He was nice, and that wasn't meant to be derogatory at all, but simply honest. I liked the two of them. They were new here and were still a bit reserved. They had a rather softer relationship and it would almost be socially acceptable if Sasori, at thirty-five, wasn't simply twice as old as Deidara, with whom I could have gone to school if I had. But hey, they were both of age, so they should be able to do whatever they wanted. Who cared about a few years of age difference – not me. I should keep my mouth shut about this anyway, if you looked at the guys I had found hot lately.

When waving back, however, I didn't see where I was stepping, stumbled over someone's foot and just managed to catch myself, but I spilled part of my cocktail and automatically yelled: "Sorry!" I was taken aback. "Hidan!"

Kneeling in front of me was a young man of twenty-two with a gray gel hairstyle and pink eyes. He was stark naked, had a ball gag in his mouth and wiggled his bare ass as if he was wagging his tail like a dog at the sight of me - somehow he indeed was, as I could see. His erection resonated with every movement. He was wearing a collar and the leash was held by a man with a neat suit, shoulder-length dark brown hair, bright green eyes and large scars on his face. I had always thought that Kakuzu looked incredibly good for his seventy years, and even today the red light of the club flattered his amazingly smooth skin. As always, he looked in a very bad mood and you'd think he was a bit of a pain in the neck, but I knew him better by now and even if he sometimes came across as a bit rude, he was one of the reasons why I enjoyed spending so much time here. He and Hidan were the 'Zombies' - the first to arrive, the last to leave. It had been their relationship that had sparked my interest in sex. Because of Hidan's constant gushing over Kakuzu's cock and the way they treated each other, I had first thought about the fact that sex didn't have to be degrading – which sounded rather strange given Hidan's current condition – and although I had initially been averse to the image that the men here all presented, after all, especially with my past, it was shocking to see someone being beaten and fucked at the same time and enjoying it, I wondered if I could find something like passion, pleasure and consensus for myself, registered on my-desire and at some point met King in this BDSM forum. Of course, the Zombies didn't know that they were responsible for me falling in love. And they would never know. I didn't want our worlds to collide any further. They should simply enjoy the atmosphere and freedom that the Ame Club offered them. And I enjoyed their company in return, even if I suspected that Hidan wouldn't be too talkative today.

Nevertheless, I did not want to miss the opportunity to pick up my usual greeting. "May I?" I formed with my lips in Kakuzu's direction, and he jerked his head yieldingly. I crouched down, took the gag out of Hidan's mouth and kissed him. "Hi, Snuffle, you're a good boy," I grinned, Hidan grinned back, but didn't say anything. He stuck out his tongue panting and showed his enthusiasm about my presence by swaying his ass. I gagged his mouth again, patted him and went to Kakuzu to drop down on the soft bench next to him. I also gave him a kiss, leaned against his muscular chest and took a sip of my Mai Tai. The ecstasy kicked immediately, I let out a long-drawn-out "Uuuuuh fuck yes" and snuggled closer to Kakuzu, who put an arm around my shoulder, squeezed my upper elbow and continued to watch his slave, who obediently knelt on the certainly not quite clean floor and let his hips circle to the beat of the music, giving Kakuzu and now also me an excellent view of his genitals. I didn't have any of that pretty thing, but I could still watch. Involuntarily, I had to grin. Damn it, I just loved this place.

Then I remembered what I actually wanted to do. I lifted my head and looked at Kakuzu, who lowered his. "Dad? Can you take a picture of me?"

"Sure," he replied and loosened our cuddly posture. "Give me your cell phone, you won't get mine for it."

"But you have to leave your dog alone for a moment or take it with you," I said and nodded over to Hidan.

Kakuzu grumbled sullenly. Nevertheless, he stood up, whistled with his fingers for his sub and he obeyed on the spot. How Hidan could even hear the whistle over the noise around us was a mystery to me, but surely Kakuzu had beaten him to his frequency. Hidan came up and looked at his master attentively. Kakuzu just stretched his head towards me and said in a voice that was much too quiet for other ears: "Pearl has a wish that I will grant her. You come with me."

Hidan wagged his ass obediently. The three of us pushed our way through the dancing and smooching crowd, with the men reverently giving way to the Zombies and I only had to stay tied to Kakuzu's apron strings. I guided them over to the stage, where the sub continued to be whipped, dodged his who knows how many loads of sperm and stood in front of the red neon sign. Under normal circumstances, I would have been embarrassed to do this, but I was standing next to an old suit-wearer with scars in his gob, holding a human dog on a leash, behind a slave hung upside down with really stable semen production in a large room filled with music, sweat, moans, and drugs. Nothing about this situation was normal. I could also pose in front of a slogan and have my picture taken.

With great effort, I took off my bra under my mesh shirt, rubbed my nipples hard, which didn't take too long, which was hardly surprising given my general horniness, and straightened my hair. I stood in such a way that I covered the name of the club and the "Don't" with my head, held one hand with peace signs in front of my eyes and the other with spread fingers in front of my crotch, stuck out my tongue and pushed my hips to the side and back, so that my breasts looked even bigger. I've already had a lot, but I wanted to show it. After about half a minute, Kakuzu nudged my phone on my forearm and I looked at the pictures he had taken. They had become incredibly good. He had changed the camera angle a little after each photo to get the most out of it, the focus was sometimes on me, sometimes on the "drop on me" in the background, sometimes on my breasts or the hand in front of my vagina. "Perfect! Are you a photographer?" I shouted into his ear over the moaning of the sub next to me, which was much more difficult with him than with Pain, because Kakuzu was a lot taller, almost as tall as Madara, as I spontaneously noticed.

"Why, don't you trust me to be able to handle technology?", Kakuzu asked in a huff and I shrugged my shoulders with an innocent grin. He shook his head disparagingly. "Today's youth.." He whistled and Hidan started moving.

We returned to the seat hollow, I snuggled up to Kakuzu again, who continued his observation of Hidan's dancing ass as if nothing else had happened, and edited the photo from earlier and one of now with a color filter to upload it to my profile on my-desire. As a remark, I wrote underneath: "feeling plain feeling clean daddy change that and make me scream~"

As soon as I received the message that the post had been successfully uploaded, another one joined in: "King_size94 likes you". My heart stopped. He was online. Somewhere here in Kyoto, the man I loved was sitting awake and reachable, and he hadn't forgotten me. I could write to him, clarify everything with him, tell him that it was okay for me that he slept with other women, when he didn't want it with me, because he didn't think I was perfect, but ugly and fat and—

I locked my phone, shoved it in my pocket, and drank from my Mai Tai, which I hoped could kill enough of my godless self-pity. Today I didn't want to think about King and what he triggered in me. Today I was with my second family, cuddled with my second father and watched my naked second brother go off to the hard bass of the music to his permitted extent. King could lick my ass with confidence, at least for the next few hours, until I had to return to reality.