Uchiha Brothel
I've been getting the urge to write a SasuItac for some time. After all, they are among my favorite brother couples. So, well, please enjoy.
Brothel: (noun) a house of prostitution. a little background info.
I do not own Naruto, and never will.
He had always hated dresses. Why, you asked? Simple: because Sakura always wore one, not to mention almost every girl in the whole village of Konoha. At the surface, it may seem as though he didn't really care about those loincloth-like clothing. But deep under, waaay deep under, he found those slutclothes disgusting. Why would anyone wear something that the wind will instantly blow up, revealing the bare contents underneath?
But there was really no time to complain for the moment, for he was wearing a dress right now. A slight breeze ruffled the carriage, causing him to shake and a weird, cool feeling went straight up his legs. He growled and pressed his thighs tighter, determined to bear the cold until he finally froze to death.
Kabuto twisted the reigns he was holding, "My deepest apologies, Sasuke-sama, but it looks like it's about to rain." Sasuke nodded, not replying anything back for the fear Kabuto will hear his chattering teeth and turn the carriage around. No use getting him mixed up into this mission: it was his alone. He had chosen to do this, and if he accomplished it, then his life goal will be complete.
Sure enough, the slight platter of water could soon be heard. There was a slight bump and another cut-off swearword. The road was starting to become more ragged by the minute, making the trip way worse. His head throbbed with every bump, causing him to finally give up and retain a leaning position. But this was nothing compared to what was in stored for him.
The opportunity for him to finally extract revenge for his deceased clan has come.
It all came about a week ago, when Kabuto suddenly rushed in, "Sasuke-sama, I have just received good news you would like." He simply glared back, "What is it?"
"We may have found a way to track down Itachi." His eyes narrowed. Uchiha Itachi...his elder brother and goal rolled into one. Itachi had single-handedly wiped out his entire clan in one night, leaving him to sole survivor. Ever since, the bright flame of revenge burned within him.
"Where is he?"
"Not exactly 'where is he'. Our men spotted some Akasuki figures heading towards some mysterious mansion. On closer inspection, it turns out those two men were Deidara and your brother. Therefore, the building is probably some mysterious headquarter for the Akasuki..." Sasuke clenched his fist. The time had come. He gazed into the other man's eyes, before moving his lips, "Where is the mansion?"
"It is near the borderlines of the Grass country. But Sasuke-sama, are you seriously going to visit it?" Boiling rage built up from within him. This... Kabuto has the nerve to challenge his decision. Destroying Itachi is his final goal: nothing could stop him!
"Why not?"
"Well," Kabuto nervously shifted his weight from one foot to another, "our men infiltrated the building, and it turns out to be some kind of brothel."
"We're almost here, Sasuke-sama. You should get your genjutsu ready." Sasuke suddenly sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his left eye. The air has seemed to become way colder, or was the cold his own nervousness of meeting his brother once again? Slowly, he unfolded his long fingers and made the hand signs, before transforming into a young, long haired woman.
"I-I'm ready, Kabuto."
"Are you sure? If you want, we can always turn back and put our men into the brothel instead. I mean, do you know what they do to attractive woman? Those bastards usually..."
"I KNOW KABUTO!" He growled in impatience. Kabuto already long-since known about why he decided to join the brothel: because he wanted to be the one who will kill Itachi. However, the older man's concern was getting on his nerves.
The carriage slowed and came to a full stop. Kabuto got off, before helping the raven-hair beauty descend the steps. He smiled, "You sure have a mind for beautiful women, Sasuke-sama." Sasuke shot him a glare, "I'm only doing this for my own benefits. You touch some place you're not supposed to, I KILL YOU!"
A man wearing a dark suit stepped out, "Welcome. You should be our newest employee here." He shot a perverted look towards Sasuke's chest. Sasuke could feel a growl edging for his throat. Were all men like that? Hold on, he was a man, so...well...strange enough, he had never hand any perverted/sexual thoughts before. Well, none since he was about seven years old and...
He brutally shook his head, sending long, black hair flying. The man blinked, "Is something the matter?" Sasuke averted his dark gaze, "No, I'm fine. Go on."
"My name is Susumu, owner of the brothel. I welcome you to our headquarters. So, please honor us by telling me your name."
"Um...Washio Sayuri!" Kabuto glanced at him nervously, I thought we rehearsed this! Sasuke glared back, I know, I messed up. Now don't you dare ruin this for me!
"Uh... yes. My friend Saiyuri used to be the daughter of a wealthy merchant, but recently, times have been hard and..." Susumu nodded, "You have my oath that she will be watched over. Thank you." He took Sasuke/Saiyuri's hand and led her away. Sasuke watched Kabuto climb back onto the carriage, fighting the urge to run back on with him. There was no turning back now; his destiny was waiting for him behind the doors.
Speaking of something behind the doors, he could hear weird sounds. There were mostly ghost-like moans of pain, along with the occasional scream. He look at Susumu, who just beamed back, "Don't worry, Sayuri dear. Nothing will hurt you. We only ask for your service." She/he gulped and stepped into the dark doors, only to hear an earsplitting scream.
"Please, be gentle."
"Bitch, I don't pay here to be gentle to women."
She/he gulped again. As long as he could take down Uchiha Itachi, everything he is destined to experience here will be worth it, no matter what...
...NOT!!!