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Shine Bright	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 768 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor make profit of it. Kishimoto owns it.

Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
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Author's note: This week has just been utter and complete shit. Got to work through some bad news, had problems finishing an assignment ... It's just been so goddamn annoying. In a bid to distract myself, I returned to one of my older oneshots, which is this one. I am working on other updates, don't worry, but I want to test the waters with this one. It's going to be a twoshot (only a twoshot, yes) but I want to know if there's any interest in having this continued, which is why I'm posting this first part. That and I needed some form of distraction.
Warnings: OC's pov; Alternate universe; slash; implied forced prostitution; yakuza
I hope you'll like this first part!
Part 1
Michio sipped from his whiskey, watching the lights above the stage dim to a soft red. His office being on the upper floor offered him a perfect view of it, allowing him to watch the dancers give the best of themselves.
The dancer stepping onto the stage now in particular was one of his best, even though he hadn't been here that long yet. His name was Naruto; a pretty, blond young man Michio had encountered on the street. Down on his luck, dressed in the rattiest clothes Michio had ever seen, he had been wandering about, ignored by everyone else. Michio, who had always had an eye for everything great and successful, knew he had hit the jackpot the second he had laid eyes on the young man. He was like a diamond in the rough and with a little bit of polishing, he now shone just as brightly whenever he set foot on the stage.
Beauty was worth a lot in certain industries and it definitely was worth a ton in his business. Even dressed in ratty clothes and looking miserable, there had been something ethereal about the blond man either way and Michio had instantly sunk his claws into him, before another club owner could spot him. People liked looking at beauty and it just so happened that Michio liked to provide people with beauty. His club featured the best dancers with the prettiest faces and the most perfect bodies; the mixture of female and male dancers appealing to all sorts of audiences. His club was one of the most successful and most popular ones in the district and with reason.
The revenue of the club alone was already nothing to sniff at, but Michio was not easily satisfied and he had another business on the side; something which would definitely get him into trouble with the local law enforcement, but that was why he was careful with who he conducted this particular side business with. People liked looking at beauty and they also obviously didn't mind paying for it, which was why they visited his club. Some of his clients, however, were really enamoured with beauty and didn't mind paying extra for it if they could get their hands on whoever had caught their fancy.
Michio's dancers knew better than to refuse or protest whenever an arrangement was made. They were paid damn well and they knew it. All they had to do was provide an extra service once in a while and they would get paid even better. The ones utterly refusing would find themselves thrown out onto the street without any remorse – a fate most of them had been trying to escape from, so they were all eager to avoid angering him. They kept their mouth shut, danced prettily and made sure their client enjoyed themselves well and they would get paid for it well; Michio would have gained another loyal customer and everyone was happy. A win-win situation truly. What else were they going to do? Go to the police? Who were they going to believe: a regular businessman or some skimpy dancers? They were welcome to take their chances, but he wouldn't want to bet on them.
He usually had a standard fee for personal visits with his dancers, but Naruto had him breaking away from that rule. He had an eye for beauty just as he had an eye for business and he knew he had struck gold by employing the blond haired man. He had both men and women lusting after him whenever he set foot on the stage; had his entire audience raptured as he swung his lithe body around the pole and crawled seductively across the stage. Just the regular fee wouldn't be enough, oh no. Naruto could land him the biggest jackpot so far, which was the main reason why Michio so far had refused his clients' requests to spend the night with the young dancer. There was a lot of money to be made here and Michio wouldn't waste the young man on a simple extra fee.
No, he was looking for a much bigger amount and eventually someone would come to him with the right offer. Already he had had a client offering five million yen for just a couple of hours, but after some consideration Michio had declined, stating it wasn't enough. His assistant Junichiro had thought him mad for that, because it was more than they had ever received before, and maybe he was right. Maybe it had been madness to decline such an amazing offer, but Michio trusted his gut and it had told him there was still more money to extract for his pretty dancer. Five million was not enough. He could get more for him, that he was sure about.
And he might get the desired amount quite soon. Looking away from Naruto who was hanging upside down from the pole with his legs wrapped around the metal bar and his hands teasingly dragging down his naked chest, Michio spotted the man in question who he anticipated to come up with a higher bid very soon.
The man was someone who had become somewhat of a regular guest to the club during these past couple of weeks. He would always sit down in the same seat tucked away in the corner and almost hidden by the shadows. That particular seat had a good view of the stage, however, and it wasn't difficult to guess who piqued the man's interest. When other dancers would perform their act, Michio would see the man talking to his companions mostly, barely glancing at the stage. The second Naruto appeared, however … The man was captivated just like everyone else. He wasn't so obvious about it as the rest; he didn't lean forwards or tried to capture Naruto's attention in any way, but he would subtly shift until his full focus was on the stage and wouldn't speak to his companions until Naruto was backstage again.
Michio hadn't had the chance yet to get a good look at him, but it was plain to everyone with even the slightest lick of sense that this man wasn't just some regular salaryman. Even from this distance, the aura of wealth and power clinging to the man was hard to ignore, making Michio even more curious who he could be. By now he had built up a large client base and he knew the wealthiest and most powerful of them all by name. It was always good to know who you were doing business with, after all, but this man's identity so far had eluded him. With no actual excuse yet to approach him, Michio was for now forced to just study him at a distance and try to guess when the man's desire would reach its breaking point.
Judging by how he always seemed to be present now when Naruto was on the stage? He guessed it wouldn't take that much longer anymore.
Smirking, Michio turned away and sat back down at his desk. His bookkeeping wouldn't check itself after all.
Two weeks later a knock on his door broke him out of his contemplation of a possible new contract. One of the girls wanted to get her friend a job at the club as well, led by her pay check and the desire to see her friend making just as much, but so far from what he had read, Michio wasn't that impressed and not very inclined to hire the woman in question. Perhaps as a bartender? Although that would depend on how skilled she was in that department.
A second knock had him sighing and he lowered the contract and the woman's curriculum to his desk. "Yes."
The door cracked open and Junichiro's head popped through the small gap, an apologetic look on his face. "Sorry boss, I know you said not to disturb you, but there's someone here who wants to speak to you."
"Tell them to come back tomorrow," Michio said clipped, already looking back at the documents in front of him. He still had way too much paperwork to go through, so the less interruptions the better.
"Erm, I think it might be best if you do speak to this guest, though."
Junichiro's unusual rebuttal – he might occasionally question his boss' actions, but he always followed orders – had Michio frowning at him. "And why would that be best?"
Junichiro glanced behind him before he slipped completely into the room, closing the door behind him. "He has yet to tell me his name, but boss, this is the guy who's been watching one of your dancers for a while now."
Michio straightened his back fully. "You mean Naruto?"
"Yes, him." Junichiro nodded. "It's the guy who's always sitting in the corner."
Well, well, well. It looked like someone no longer had the patience to only watch.
Suppressing a smirk, Michio waved his hand. "Let him enter."
"Of course, boss." Junichiro left with a bow, leaving the door open.
The second his guest set foot into his office, Michio had a hard time holding back from crowing and jumping up and down. Of course! He should have realised this sooner! Anyone possessing such a powerful aura could only belong to the Sharingan clan.
The Sharingan clan – their actual last name was unknown – was infamous in the seedy underbelly of Japan. They were the most powerful yakuza clan, their reach spanning from west to east and north to south and they dabbled in every kind of business you could think about. Weapons, drugs, money laundering, illegal fight rings … Name it and the Sharingan clan had a part in it. None of the other clans had ever managed to take them down and the general consensus was to either work with them or keep out of their way as much as possible, because they had no problems getting rid of those they deemed annoying pests either.
While no actual name was known, it was well known that most members – meaning the inner family, the ones actually holding the reins of power – had black hair and the deepest black eyes anyone had ever seen. They were also inhumanly beautiful and if their presence alone didn't make it clear enough who they belonged to, it was said they each had been marked with a specific tattoo, something resembling a tomoe according to some.
There was no tattoo immediately visible, but the handsome looks and powerful strut of the man approaching his desk were difficult to ignore, as were his two guards halting right in the middle of the office. One was incredibly imposing looking with his large frame and broad shoulders and blank face while the other was lanky and white haired, his purple eyes glinting madly as he stood there with his hands stuffed in his pockets and an amused grin playing around his mouth, showing glimpses of sharp teeth.
Michio hastily rose up. "I was told you needed to speak to me about one of my dancers?" Immediately to the point, there was no reason to waste time with inane pleasantries. Time was money and men like him didn't like wasting either.
The man smiled thinly. "Yes, indeed. In particular the young blond who was strutting over the stage just now; the one dressed in red."
"That would be Naruto, yes." The clubgoers loved seeing him in red so most of his ensembles were in different shades of red. What the public wanted, they got.
Michio gestured at the chair in front of his desk. "Please sit down. Care for a drink."
"No, not for me," the man denied the offer and sat down. He waited until Michio sat as well before he continued, steepling his fingers together. "I have been talking with some of your clients."
He had? Michio couldn't recall a moment when he'd seen the man talking to anyone else but his companions, but to be frank, it wasn't as if he was constantly surveying the dance floor or the seats near the stage either.
"And they informed me that I could receive a more proper form of entertainment if I were to speak to you," the man said smoothly. His white haired guard snorted quietly.
Michio smirked and leant back in his chair. "That would indeed be the case if you were interested in better entertainment. A – businessman," he said delicately, watching dark eyes flare up, "as yourself will of course understand that this particular form of entertainment comes with a hefty price tag. Especially if you are interested in Naruto. He has yet to perform privately for anyone after all."
There was definitely interest lurking in those black eyes. "Do you have a price in mind or can I suggest an offer?"
Michio spread his arms out. "I'm open to suggestions, but depending on what you offer, I might choose to decline. I won't give away my valuable assets for cheap, I hope you understand."
"I can understand that very well," the man smiled. "Fifty million yen."
Michio almost choked in his spit, barely covering it in time by sipping from his sake. "Fifty million you say?"
"Fifty million," the man confirmed and smirked. "Per evening. Is that offer suitable?"
Fifty million. This guy, this Sharingan member, was seriously offering fifty million to fuck one of Michio's dancers. Even more, he was offering fifty million per evening. This wouldn't be just a one time deal. Fifty million every time the guy wanted to fuck Naruto … That was a no brainer. He knew at once that nobody else would be able to offer a higher bid. Even if they did, the chances of them repeating that higher bid were infinitely smaller than the chances of this man returning to fuck Naruto were.
He fucking knew he had hit the jackpot when he took the pretty blond from the streets! He would be a fool to decline this offer and a fool he was not, oh no!
"That offer is certainly suitable," Michio said lightly. "We have a deal, good sir."
The man smiled; his eyes glowing. "It's a deal. When will he be ready?"
"Tomorrow evening," Michio answered promptly. "Please arrive at eight and tell the bouncer at the door that you will need to see me in room six; he will be ready by then. I'd be much obliged if you would deposit the money by five p.m. tomorrow at the latest. Would that work for you?"
"Not a problem," the man smirked.
No, Michio thought as he offered a slight bow and watched his newest client leave the room, definitely not a problem at all.
AN2: So what do you think? Worth it to continue or not? I'm going to sleep now and hopefully I can update some other stories this weekend as well.
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
I hope to see you all back in the next chapter! Please stay safe and take care of yourselves!
Cuddles
Melissa
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