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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The Red Light District by arichang (v.arianne@gmail.com)

Genres: Romance, Angst, Tragedy

Pairings: Sasuke/Naruto, Neji/Hinata, mentions of miscellaneous others

Warnings: Shounen-ai, yaoi, incest, adult themes, angst, lemon, language

Disclaimer: Characters and names all belong to their respective owners.

Language Notes

-oiran is the “polite” or “respectful” way of addressing an “escort”.

kuruwa refers to The Red Light District.

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CHAPTER FOUR – THE STAGE IS SET

He was bloody.
Very bloody—he had blood on his hands, on his clothes, on his face.
In front of him stood a longhaired girl. She was bloody too.
Then, it occurred to him that he was the one hurting her—he was beating her… killing her.
For some reason... he hated her… loathed her.
She had taken something very important away from him—and he wanted it back.
He needed to kill her, beat her to death.
More blood.
Aaaaarrrggghhh!!!
Then… she vanished.
Naruto woke up, once again, in a cold sweat and breathing hard. He looked at his hands, half-expecting blood to be there, but knew there wouldn’t be any to be found. It had always been like that.
He took in a deep breath and sighed.
It was too early for the calming sunrise today—winter was finally coming in and nights were getting longer. Naruto looked out the window anyway. There was nothing else really to do.
He sighed again.
Thirteen days. It’d been thirteen days since he’d last seen her—since their kiss. He closed his eyes as he traced his lips with his fingers and allowed his mind to recall the way she’d played with him. Naruto felt ridiculous. He didn’t know why he felt disappointed every time he found out she wasn’t there. Perhaps he’d grown too accustomed to her presence. Perhaps he’d grown to enjoy keeping her company... perhaps he started liking the lack of sex with her.
He laughed. No, that was ridiculous.
He knew for a fact what he wanted to do with—or rather, to—the strange woman and sex was a big factor in that, that was for sure.
But, he had to admit it was really quite refreshing to be around her. He liked not having to worry about the rules Jiraiya had made him remember as a child... and also, he liked the fact that he did not have to worry about pleasing her. She seemed pretty content about what they were doing and didn’t ask for more—not that she ever said anything. That made him feel glad. He wasn’t just a sex toy, after all. He could start a conversation if he wanted to. He could make conversation.
He was... a person.
Naruto opened his eyes wide as he realized what he just thought. He pushed himself up and smacked his head on the window sill.
We’re not allowed to fall in love, Uzumaki.
He knew that. He didn’t need to be told—he’d been living that truth his whole life. He wasn’t falling in love with anyone. Stupid Gaara, jumping into conclusions like a... stupid... idiot.
Naruto sighed. He had to admit, if anything, he was acting like a lovesick puppy—and it was frustrating him. It was pathetic. He couldn’t eat—he just didn’t feel like he could stomach it; and he kept remembering and dreaming that kiss, most of the time waking up in the middle of the night thoroughly sexually frustrated and unsatisfied.
He groaned as he forced himself up.
She was a client, a customer. He knew that. And as such, there had never been a guarantee she was coming back. It had always been that way. She was probably at some other brothel right now fucking some other gigolo. All the women he knew were like that. All of them. He knew that. He did.
He knew that, and yet...
Naruto wanted to punch something really hard.
Just because she’d been coming back on a daily basis… it didn’t automatically mean she’d be coming back forever.
He hated himself for even thinking about it at all. He didn’t even understand why it bothered him so much. It was ridiculous. Hell, he wasn’t even sure how she really looked like. Her face had always been partially covered… and that one time when they’d been close together, she’d covered his eyes.
Why had she done that anyway? Why cover his eyes?
It almost seemed as if she was deliberately preventing him from seeing her.
He cursed under his breath as his toe hit a stray rock. He was walking towards the eating quarters now, and he was not in the best of his moods. He was frustrated and annoyed.
Especially because, it appeared as if… well… he was actually missing her.
And that certainly did not make any sense.
He stopped short, spotting Hinata just a few feet away. Paling, he immediately made an about-turn and decided to take the long way. He wasn’t very hungry to begin with anyway.
He still couldn’t believe he’d walked in on Hinata like that a few days ago, and even now he still couldn’t really face her. Not only was it extremely embarrassing for the client, it was the worst thing one could do to, uhm, a co-worker.
Naruto sighed.
Though Hinata and he had once been intimate, that “one time” had been the only time he ever saw her in... such a position. Seeing her like that brought back memories—memories he really preferred to keep deep, deep down inside.
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Walking down the seemingly deserted catwalk, Hinata wondered where Neji-niisan was right now. It was around the time that he usually showed up, and she was doing everything she could to enjoy the last few moments of solitude that she would be able to have before the inevitable awkwardness of meeting with him again.
She had to admit, she did not completely detest their little meetings... they were just... uncomfortable. That was all.
“Ah!” Hinata cried, as she suddenly bumped into someone in front of her. “Sumimasen...”
“Ara,” it was one of the older ladies who stood blocking her way, she had a sarcastic and reproachful look on her face, “Hinata-oiran, you should pay attention to where you’re going.”
Hinata did not reply, but merely kept her head down. She wasn’t very fond of this woman.
“Nothing to say, Hinata-oiran?” another woman piped up from behind her.
“Of course, she doesn’t,” the first woman roughly pushed Hinata aside, walking towards the second woman. “It must feel nice, ne?”
Hinata looked up at this. Feel nice?
“Being an itsudzuke and all.”
“Uso!” the second woman gasped. “So the rumours are real?!”
“How about we ask her ourselves,” she turned towards Hinata, a smirk and a strange light in her eye.
Hinata had no idea what they were talking about. “I-itsu... dzu...ke?”
“Tell me, Hinata-oiran,” the woman whispered, leaning in on Hinata. “When was the last time you had a guest?”
“Agari-san!” a voice from behind Hinata reprimanded. “I do believe that’s enough.”
“Ahh!” the second woman mocked, “Watch out, Agari-oiran! Tenten-sama has decided to grace us with her presence!”
“Shall we leave now,” Agari-oiran said, “Kaori-chan? The Gods might punish us!”
“Hai, hai,” Kaori-oiran replied. “It’s a sin to be breathing the same air of the most ‘beautiful’ escort in all of kuruwa, ne?”
Laughing, the two women left... Hinata could almost taste the animosity they’d left in the air.
“Tenten-san...” Hinata turned around to greet the black-haired girl.
“Yo,” she greeted, a sweet smile on her face. “Hinata-chan. How are you?”
“U-un,” Hinata whispered, eyes unwillingly looking away, “I’m okay. How about you, Tenten-san?”
“What’s with that?” Tenten laughed, the ribbons in her hair bouncing. “Still calling me –san?”
“E-etto...”
Tenten was one of the more popular escorts. A rare Chinese beauty, many men were after her for both her exotic beauty... and her elegant body. She looked at Hinata now with a concerned face.
“Just forget those people,” she said, waving her hand and looking annoyed. “Honestly, Hinata-chan, you’re too sensitive.”
“I’m sorry...”
“Aya,” Tenten sighed. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about, you know.”
Something was still bothering her.
“Ten-Tenten-san,” Hinata ventured, “what’s... i-itsu... dzuke?”
Tenten paused, and looked at her, head tilting to one side.
“You honestly have no idea?”
Hinata shook her head.
“Then the rumours are probably not true. Forget it.”
“But—”
“I said forget it.”
“Tenten-san...”
“Those women were just jealous. There’s this rumour that’s been going around, s’all.”
“Rumour?”
“Yeah,” she said, gesturing for Hinata to join her for a walk, “that you’ve been put on hold.”
Hinata stopped, eyes opening wide.
“O-on... hold...?”
Tenten didn’t notice the way Hinata had suddenly stopped.
“Yeah. You know, it’s when someone pays to make sure you don’t get sold to anyone else. It’d be a boatload of money, too, considering how Jiraiya-sama is like.”
Something inside Hinata clicked... now that she thought about it; she hadn’t had a guest other than Neji-niisan for a while now...
Tenten was still talking.
“—no way it could be true, ne, Hinata-chan...?” she stopped and turned around. “Hinata-chan?”
Hinata had a horrified look on her face.
“No way...”
“I’m not sure, but...”
A strange look passed over Tenten’s face, and she looked away. Hinata was still too busy trying to figure it out.
Suddenly, Tenten chuckled, “I... actually... kind of thought it was true, too.”
Hinata looked at her, slightly confused. “What do you—”
Tenten gazed up at the sky, a melancholy smile on her face. She looked like she wasn’t with Hinata anymore.
“It’s... Neji-kun, isn’t it?”
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The sun was setting, the birds were singing... and Naruto’s stomach was growling.
Sighing, he took his time walking to the eating quarters. Apparently, his stomach had finally reached its limit.
And sadly, Naruto was still in a bad mood.
He cursed himself for being depressed.
And he cursed himself for admitting that he was depressed.
Did it really matter all that much that it’d been... a long time... since he’d last seen her? After all, if he thought about it, he didn’t even know her name—Gaara had yet to say anything—hell, he didn’t even really know how she properly looked like. More than anything, he knew he was probably just imagining how “beautiful” he thought she was... or how porcelain-like her skin would be all over her body... how on earth would he know about her small, firm breasts and powerful fingers that would—
“Uzumaki,” a voice said behind him. He groaned. Not now, please... he wasn’t in the mood.
“Sorry, Gaara,” he said, not stopping and not turning around, “I’m hungry and I’m sleepy. I’ll probably bite your head off.”
Gaara chuckled as if he wouldn’t have minded Naruto doing that one bit.
Naruto groaned again—wrong thing to say, damn.
The redhead ignored Naruto’s apparently foul disposition and persisted nonetheless, “It’s about your mystery woman.”
Naruto stopped, but still didn’t turn around.
“The only thing I found was the last name,” Gaara was saying, but Naruto’s mind was only half-there. He was distracted and failed to notice the slightly mischievous sound in Gaara’s voice. A few yards away, he spotted familiar hair and familiar robes.
She was here.
She was talking to Jiraiya.
Naruto felt like a weight had been lifted off him, but at the same time, it felt as if his chest would explode. He suddenly found it difficult to breathe. The last time he’d set his eyes on her was eighteen days ago. May he be damned for actually counting.
As he walked toward that familiar haori, he barely heard Gaara say:
“It’s Uchiha.”
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