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Firsts
By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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REMINDER:This story takes place in Darkprism's Monoshizukanohi Universe. Though the appearances of Monoshizukanohi locations in this series of stories is minor, it does exist and that world belongs to her. She graciously allows me to play.

Secondly, this story is relatively tame, but the boys ARE, technically, underage . So, technically, I need to add the "minor" warning.

Rest of the warnings for this chapter: Language, violence, underage drinking.

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It took every bit of the next couple of weeks between the camping trip and the date Kenji was leaving for the three of them to scrape up enough money for their ink. They'd mowed lawns, painted, cleaned, and even babysat as the more above board ways of making money. All of this was, of course, around studying for finals.

As such, there was no more time for anything like there'd been on the camping trip. All three of them were more than a little disappointed by that fact, but they all agreed that getting the ink as a way to remember Hayate was more important. And, after doing their initial searching and checking, found a decent shop to have it done in. But it would cost.

When they came up short of the money they'd need, there was heated discussion over how to get the rest of it. Tetsu had surprised the other two by offering something that both Kenji and Izumo had nearly beaten him to a pulp for even suggesting. "NO. You are not her," Izumo said for what felt like the fiftieth time.

"I know that. But�" Kotetsu started.

"No. Just drop it. There's got to be another way," Kenji said, glaring at his friend.

Kotetsu sighed but was actually rather grateful that they'd argued so vehemently with him. Especially Zumo, though he didn't want to examine the whys of that too closely. "What about pool?"

Kenji raised an eyebrow at him. "Pool?"

Kotetsu snorted. "Yes, Mr. Spock, pool. I know a few places that won't look at us twice if we go in. I did learn a few useful skills on that side of town."

Kenji laughed at the Spock comment. "How do we know we'll win?"

Izumo was the one that chuckled at this. "You haven't seen him play, have you?"

Kenji shook his head. "Nope."

"Well, it's a gamble," Kotetsu said, "but I bet we could pull it off."

"I'd rather that than your other suggestion," Izumo grumbled.

"We're not going to get arrested for this, are we? I don't think I'd be very welcome in the military if I did�" Kenji asked.

"No. And you don't actually have to go. In fact, it might be better if you don't take that chance, anyway. Zumo and I will be enough for what we have to do," Kotetsu answered.

Kenji frowned. "I don't like sending you guys to do this for us."

"We're not going to let you risk something like your military career - and subsequent college money - over this." Izumo reasoned. "We'll drop you at home."

Kenji sighed, but nodded. "Okay. Just� call me first if anything happens?"

"Deal," Kotetsu agreed.

Kotetsu remembered the Pussycat Club well from his days as a kid trailing behind his mo -- Ama. If she wasn't still firmly in jail - and Kotetsu checked on that regularly - he wouldn't have gone near the place. As it was, he was fairly certain he was old enough and looked different enough to not raise any eyebrows when they walked in - or give anyone enough information to take back to her if they still talk to her.

It was the furthest thing from a club Monoshizukanohi had. It was a dive bar at best and a front for the mob at worst. Kotetsu wasn't even positive Monoshizukanohi had mob ties, but he'd bet that they had something close just like every other major city in the world.

The proprietor of the club, Ito Mitsuo, was an ugly man with too many scars who had loose connections to these groups. His back rooms were famous among the kind of men Ama used to run with for completing deals the likes of which the Prime Minister and his chief of police might have been very interested in. Interested in shutting down, that is. He remembered as a kid seeing more than one gun go in and out of those rooms along with any number of suspicious looking packages. He'd always kept his mouth shut, watched the guys playing pool and darts and tried to remain inconspicuous.

When they stepped through the door, Kotetsu gave himself a moment for his eyes to adjust to the low light and smoky haze. Dark wood walls, a long scratched-up bar along one side, booths across the back and a smattering of tables through the middle made up most of the room. There were the four pool tables near the booths in the back, an ancient television behind the bar with the volume turned low showing a baseball game and a jukebox in the corner, currently silent.

Mitsuo wasn't in that night, which surprised Kotetsu. The man was rarely absent from one of the corner booths, but it was better for them that he wasn't there. He was tolerant of kids in his bar, rarely bothered checking ID and most of the time the bartender ignored the dates on the plastic cards anyway if there was extra money left when paying for drinks. But they didn't want to raise eyebrows, especially with what they had planned.

Izumo and Kotetsu slowly approached the bar. The bartender on duty looked them over and raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. Kotetsu ordered the piss-water that passed as basic draft beer and paid with a little too much money. The burly man who undoubtedly doubled as a bouncer considered the bills in his palms and filled the order, never once speaking. Kotetsu wondered if he could talk.

Kotetsu watched the pool tables for a while, evaluating his marks. The two closest to them had real sharks playing and he discounted them immediately. The third table was a possibility, but the main player seemed a little too good and Kotetsu didn't want to risk them actually losing any money in case he couldn't work around the tables or cues well enough.

When he turned his attention to the fourth table, however, Kotetsu knew which one he'd be working. The current player was a short-ish balding man who had a swagger as he moved around the table choosing shots that were more complicated than they needed to be. He was okay but not great with his game and bragged to the other player just a little too much. Perfect.

Izumo and Kotetsu exchanged a look and approached the table. Tetsu stood back for a few moments, watching and waiting for the current game to end. The braggart's opponent decided he'd had enough and was just trying to wiggle out of another game when Kotetsu spoke up. "I'll play ya."

The bald man turned and eyed him. Obviously thinking Kotetsu was easy money, he smiled and Kotetsu had to force himself to breathe. The man opposite him had the same smile and horrible rotted teeth as the john his mother had tried to sell him to. He shook himself mentally. "Okay, I'll take ya on," Bad Teeth said and waved toward the table. "Wanna break?"

"Nah, I'm not very good at it. Why don't you?" Kotetsu suggested, stepping to one end to rack the balls.

"K. Ya play fer cash?" The guy asked.

Kotetsu wanted to roll his eyes. Why else does someone play in a bar like this? "Sure, I think I can do that." He pulled a roll of money out of his pocket and caught the look the other guy gave him when he saw it. "Uh, how much?"

"Let's start easy, say� ten?" He smiled again and Kotetsu suppressed the shudder.

"Well, okay," Kotetsu hedged. "I think I can do that." He peeled a bill off the roll, which was made up of mostly fakes - Tetsu was no fool- and stuffed it back into his pocket. They anchored the cash under an ashtray and Bad Teeth picked up his cue. Tetsu finished racking the balls and stepped over to the wall to choose one for himself.

He watched the other guy break and sink two solids. He called his shots and made the next three. Kotetsu watched carefully, learning the guy's moves and preferences. Finally, it was his turn. He sank the first one but deliberately missed the second, looking sheepishly at his opponent. "Sorry, been a little bit."

"Nah, no worries," the guy said, looking over the table. "Hey, ya gotta name, kid?"

Kotetsu raised his eyebrow at the 'kid' comment, but said, "Yate."

"Nice ta meet ya, Yate. I'm Momuro, but they usually just call me Mo." He held out his hand and Kotetsu swallowed the bile at the tattoos all over the hand and portion of arm that showed when his sleeve raised. He shook the offered hand putting a bit of a tremor into it, most of that fake. "Yer friend gotta name? Or do he talk a'tall?"

"Oh? Him? Not much. Yuki. But we call 'im 'Yu." Mo waved at Izumo, who waved back and took another sip of his beer.

Mo turned back to the table and cleaned the solids on his next turn. He missed the eight ball, but didn't, at least, put it in the wrong pocket. Tetsu cleared a few of his before deliberately missing again and handing the game to Mo.

Mo grinned his rotted toothy smile and 'talked' Kotetsu into another game. Tetsu steered this one, bought Mo another beer and lost again, though he 'improved' slightly over the last game. "Guess it's coming back to me," he said, with a chuckle.

Mo still had plenty of confidence and Kotetsu's money - and another free beer to boot - so he just laughed. "S'okay there Yate. Couple more, ya might just win it back."

He slapped Kotetsu on the shoulder and it was only the slap that kept him from snickering. He ordered two more beers, got a knowing smile from the bartender and waited while Mo set up this time. They upped the ante on the game, which Tetsu was glad of, since he was 'remembering better' how to play.

He managed to 'slip' at the last second and, though he broke the balls, missed actually sinking any, though it was a close call with a couple of the solids. Mo happily took over the table claiming those solids and sinking two more, to boot.

Kotetsu took his turn and let the game progress. He calculated carefully, set up three more of those games and knew that if he could work it right, one more would set the stage nicely. He progressively got a little better, while managing to still lose to Mo. Mo was getting drunker and drunker as the games went on and betting more and more.

"Well, I guess I've lost enough for the night, Mo," Kotetsu said, moving to return his cue to the rack on the wall.

"Aw, surely ya wanna play one more game?" Mo asked hopefully.

"Nah, I really can't lose anymore, gotta pay the rent tomorrow and buy food," Kotetsu said, turning toward the door.

"How about this�" Mo started and Kotetsu managed to repress the urge to grin. "Why don't we do this� If ya win, ya git everythin' back and an extra thirty, ta boot. If ya lose, I'll just take�" he pretended to think it over, "how 'bout I jus' take nuther� thirty?"

Kotetsu started to shake his head and opened his mouth to speak but Mo cut him off. "Double. I'll give ya double yer money back."

Kotetsu looked around the bar and noticed they'd attracted attention. He glanced at Zumo and knew that his friend had noticed, as well. It seemed that most of them simply had amused looks on their faces. A couple looked hostile and Kotetsu's eyes darted to them, giving Izumo the hint. His friend gave a minute nod in response.

"Okay, I think I can do just one more, Mo. Since you've been so great tonight." Kotetsu patted Mo on the shoulder.

"Alri' I'll even let ya break," he said, generously.

"That's great of you, Mo." Kotetsu pulled the last thirty out and put it under the ashtray. The bartender stepped up, then and Kotetsu noticed Mitsuo was back in his usual booth in the corner, watching the exchange intently. He resisted the urge to gulp and turned his attention to the bartender.

"I think it'd be best if'n ya give me tha money, Mo. Jus' ta keep it fair," he held one beefy hand out.

Kotetsu hadn't bet on that. He watched, though, as Mo handed the money over and the bartender counted it out, stuffing it into his shirt pocket and crossing his arms over his chest. Kotetsu looked from Mitsuo to the bartender to Mo, then handed the bartender his thirty. The burly man nodded and put it in with the other money.

Mo moved back to the end of the table and set up. Kotetsu took a deep breath, added chalk to the end of his cue, wiped his hands on his jeans and got into position. He inhaled carefully, took aim and on the exhale, took the shot.

He sank three of the solids and two stripes on the break. The bar was silent as he moved around the table, considering his move. Mo already looked unhappy, but the presence of the bartender kept him from saying anything yet.

Kotetsu paused before the next shot to clear his head then sank the next ball. He followed up with three more and finally paused before the eight. He patently ignored the audience, ignored Mo, only glancing briefly at Izumo who was standing up and obviously ready to run, should it be an issue. He called the pocket, lined up his shot and, after taking one more breath, sank the eight ball.

Predictably, Mo roared. "YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU HUSTLED ME!" He moved toward Kotetsu, raising the pool cue, but it was Mitsuo who stepped up.

"Mo. I don't take kindly to abuse of my property, you know that. Hand over the cue." He said in a quiet and dangerous voice.

Kotetsu glanced at Izumo, who'd moved over to him, then back at Mitsuo. Mo rounded on him. "He hustled me!" He shouted.

Mitsuo looked from Mo to Kotetsu and back again. "Seems to me, he won fair and square."

Mo's fists bunched as he swung around to take in the rest of the spectators. "Ya gonna take this? Some kid comes inta our place an' hustles us?" He shouted, but several of the other patrons stepped back, including those that had initially looked hostile and went back to their own games.

"I think you've had enough tonight, Mo." The bartender said and looked pointedly toward the door.

Mo's eyes darted from the bartender to Mitsuo to Kotetsu and finally to Izumo, then back through the lineup. "Ya better hope I never see ya agin, brat," Mo threatened, then stalked toward the front of the bar, slamming the door behind him.

Mitsuo turned to the bartender and waved his fingers. The bartender handed over the money and Mitsuo counted it out. He took fifty out, stuffed it into his pocket and gave the rest to Kotetsu. "Mo's been a pain in my ass for a long time. I don't like him. But I don't take kindly to hustling happening around here without my knowledge. In the future, you might consider avoiding Mo if your gonna hustle and I might keep it to a night that's not the weekend." That said, Mitsuo turned, headed back to his booth and sat down, sipping at the short glass of clear liquid that was on the table in front of him.

"I think you've probably had enough, too." The bartender said and neither Kotetsu nor Izumo felt the slightest urge to argue.

They beat a hasty retreat to the front of the bar but before they opened the door, Tetsu turned to Izumo. "Get the keys out," he said, and Izumo held them up with a grin. They were already in his hand.

Zumo chuckled. "I had them out when you broke on the last game."

Tetsu laughed. "Good thinking. Straight to the jeep. I can take Mo if he comes after us. Get it started and get my door unlocked."

Izumo nodded and they stepped through.

Tetsu hated predictable people sometimes. Mo, apparently, was no exception. "I want my money back, ya little bastard."

Kotetsu sighed, spun on the ball of his foot and kicked out at Mo's stomach. It knocked him back, but not down and he came at Tetsu again. Kotetsu heard the jeep start and moved backwards a couple of steps.

Mo apparently thought he was retreating because the rotten smile came back and he stalked forward. Another spin and a harder kick knocked Mo back and onto his ass this time. He was already getting up when Tetsu rounded the jeep and jumped into the passenger seat. They heard incoherent shouting as Izumo screeched out of the spot and drove away.

"It looks good," Izumo said, brushing his fingers over the ink on Kenji's upper arm. The Chinese style dragon had a flat face, long twisting body and long snaking tongue.

"I'm happy with it. I like the one on your backs better," he said. "Turn around."

Izumo and Kotetsu dutifully spun again. "I know it's not quite done, but it's going to look really good. I wish I could have had them split it all three ways instead of the little one."

They turned back around and Tetsu shrugged. "We've all got some. That's what counts."

Kenji nodded. "You're right. Well�" he said, sighing.

"We'll miss you." Izumo said, hugging Kenji again.

"I'll miss you, too." Kenji returned the hug and turned to Kotetsu. "You better write me."

"You need to write us first and tell us where to send it. But we will." Kotetsu hugged Kenji and then stepped back. "How long for basic?"

"Eight weeks. So, about the time you're starting the fall semester, I'll be finishing that part. I figure I'll do the first two years and probably get out then." He shrugged one shoulder and scratched at the back of his head. He made a face. "Already miss the hair."

"It'll grow back," Izumo said with a grin.

Kenji laughed. "Yeah, when I get out. Don't think they appreciate long hair in the military."

Kotetsu and Izumo both laughed. "Yeah, probably not," Tetsu said. "Maybe by then you'll get used to short hair."

Kenji snorted. "Not likely." He sighed and glanced over at where his mother was waiting. He gave her a pointed look and she turned around to face the car. He leaned in to Tetsu first. "Take care of him." He said, glancing quickly at Izumo.

"You know I will," Kotetsu said. "Take care of yourself, okay? Don't� don't get hurt or anything."

"Don't plan on it," Kenji said then closed the last bit of distance and kissed Tetsu. It was bittersweet and threw Kotetsu for a loop at what he thought was behind it. Their lips parted and the kiss deepened and Tetsu reached up to cup Kenji's face. They both got lost in it, tongue sliding along each other's, tasting and savoring. Finally, Kenji pulled back.

"Kenji?" Tetsu asked, confused.

Kenji just shook his head. "I'll miss you. See you," he whispered and moved over to Izumo.

Izumo looked him over. "Yeah, you better grow it out. And you better come home to us," he said, swallowing hard. His lump had finally gone away and now it was back with a vengeance. He met Kenji's gaze. "Don't die."

"I'm going to do my damndest not to." He said, his voice quiet. "Keep him in line." He tossed his head in Tetsu's direction.

Izumo nodded. "I will. Someone has to." Kenji chuckled then and leaned in to kiss Izumo. Izumo's hands came up to frame his face and their kiss deepened. Tongues tangled, lips nibbled and Kenji pulled Izumo closer. They broke apart briefly for air, then their lips met again and they got lost once more. Finally, they parted.

"I'll miss you," he whispered, then stepped back.

Izumo stared at him, stunned. Kenji waved and took another step back. "Bye, guys." He said then turned on his heel and jogged to the car. They watched as he climbed into the passenger seat then waved and both raised their hands back to him. They kept their eyes on the car as it disappeared around the turn then looked back at each other.

"What� was that?" Tetsu asked.

"I have no idea," Izumo answered, shaking his head in shock, though he had a feeling he really did know. And he didn't know how he felt about that. He turned back and stared at the spot the car had been a moment ago.

Izumo and Kotetsu looked at each other again for another moment, the stunned expression mirrored on each other's faces. Finally, they turned and headed back into the house, together. Both were suddenly looking very forward to the Christmas holidays.
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Firsts	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1305 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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