A Random Word 4

It took the three of them two days to get to Yugakure and Ishi had to endure most of Shiro's crack-brained hormone disturbance. Now Manami and her brother rested in separate pools, while Shiro had gone lost about half an hour ago.

Now the boy staggered into the males' pool, completely naked and obviously rolling drunk. He was accompanied by a man of about forty-five years, who had put his arm around the boy's waist. The man was sober. Both of them sat down in the water, Shiro obviously not having much control over his body anymore as he had to lean against the man when the hot water made him dizzy. The elder fondled him without Shiro taking any notice of it. Instead, the eighteen-year-old had closed his eyes.

The man did not know it but secretly Shiro thought of Ishi - which he would not even dare to admit to himself. Of course Shiro did not want that man but being paid for imagining to have sex with a hot young man travelling with you was more than ok, as long as he did not open his eyes.

This time Manami was not alone. There were serveal old ladies in the pool chattering away about useless nonsense, and some young teenage girls, not very bright ones at that. As Manami had walked out to the pool people had looked at her, her body was marked and basically torn up from the ritual so it was obviously quite a site. She grinned widely before giving everyone thumbs up and collapsing into the pool. Everyone seemed to be curious, and slightly scared of her keeping their distance. Not bothering to care, she sunk completely into the water, letting it soothe her damaged body.

A similar thing had happened to Ishi. Only he was asked some strange questions from a few of the guys in the pool. He gave them a slightly creepy answer whilst gesturing at the men explaining exactly why his body was freshly scarred. Scared, either of the fact Ishi could kill them whenever he felt like it, or just because they felt he was insane the men left the pool. But he was not alone for long, as moment later an obviously inebriated Shiro stumbled in with an old-ish man. She man began groping Shiro under the water and Ishi simply looked upon the man is disgust. "What..the fuck..?"

The man simply glared at Ishi, hoping he would not interfere, while he continued touching Shiro. There had been more to the drink than just alcohol which was getting more and more obvious. As soon as Shiro seemed just dizzy enough, the elder grabbed him by the hair, pushing Shiro's head under water. Obviously he had not planned on being the one giving pleasure to the boy. There was some strange movement going on and from time to time he let the weakly struggling Shiro gasp for breath on the surface, then pushing him down again.

It was not the first time Shiro had bad luck with this technique of getting the closeness he needed.

Ishi became more disgusted by this man as every second passed. He disgust more than his care for whether Shiro wanted this or not made him stand up in the pool, casually stroll over and pick the old guy up by his hair. He took Shiro Off the man, pushing him to rest on the back of the wall. Ishi growled growled throwing the man towards the wooden fence separating the two pools, "You vile perv.." She scowled as the man went flying through the fence. Ishi's eyes widened, "Shit.."
Manami looked up, slightly confused as to why a naked man had just come flying through the fence and sunk down a bit further into the water. The rest of the women began screaming and panicking as the man caused a huge splash landing in their pool.
"Ishi..What did you do?" She shouted, incredibly amused by the situation

The old man was too surprised to do anything and even if he had tried to help himself, Ishi did not look like he was going to let him slip. Only a few seconds later, the man found himself in the girls' pool, his erection pointing at the sky. A little slow as he was still dizzy from the brunt into the wall the man got up and left the bath shaking his head. "Don't you think I'm gonna pay you, brat", he shouted over to the males' pool where his 'lover' probably lay around half-consciously.

Shiro did not realize what was happening, instead he was glad he could breathe again and his head was not surrounded by water anymore. Still his mind was clouded by the drugs and now his legs started giving in, the heat of the water attacking his circulation. "Ishi...", he mumbled, half-way out of his imaginary situation, half-way still caught in it.

Ishi panicked grabbing the nearest towl and wrapping it round himself. It was small and only just covered him. He hopped out of the male pool trying to look away from the gap in the fence, but grab the planks of wood he had scattered about trying to cover the hole up slightly, "I'm sorry ladies! MANAMI, HELP!"
She simply giggled, covering herself and jumped out the pool picking up the arge bits of wood. She rested them against their side, blocking the hole a bit, but still leaving tiny gaps. "I think we're ok.." The women in the pool we still shreiking, some of them unable to take their eyes off Ishi, clearly not being as polite as he.

Some of the men came to help Ishi, others only moved over to get a look at the ladies before it was too late. Shiro remained leaning against the wall for a little longer until he began sinking beneath the surface, feeling too weak to keep standing, sitting, leaning or anything that might keep him from drowning. Also, a weird indifference had spread out through him. If only Ishi could be here to hold him, he would be lucky, Shiro thought. And as long as Ishi was not with him, nothing mattered anyway...

Ishi chuckled nervously as the towel slowly began unwrapping hiself from his body. Letting the other men deal with the last few planks he jumped back into the water to see Shiro sinking. "Oh God!" He quickly ran over to Shiro picking him up out of the water and slaping his face gently, "Shiro! Wake the hell up!"

Manami turned around glaring at the teenage girls that were now giggling and discussing her brother. The old ladies were horrified. Not only because a naked man had flown into their pool, but then because another almost naked man had pretty much exposed himself to the women's pool. Traumatised they began leaving the pool whilst Manami climbed back in, still glaring at the young girls.

One of the girls looked at Manami in pity, like she was going to say: you're too ugly to have him, anyway. Then she joined in with the others, chatting about Ishi's chiselled body and whom of the girls he might pick if they let him.

Shiro looked at Ishi in confusion, then grinned dizzily. "Ishi", he said, as if it was no surprise to him to see the elder holding him upright. Wrapping his arms around Ishi's neck, his legs around the boy's hips, Shiro closed the distance between them and sealed their lips with an intimate kiss.

The men trying to fix the fence dropped the wood, staring at the two boys kissing, while the girls, who could now see Ishi again, started screaming in horror and despair. Their lover was gay.

Manami burst out laughing in delight. She didnt know what was funnier, the horrified looks on the girls face, or seeing Shiro kiss her brother. Though slightly disturbed by that image now burned in her memory, she found this moment just too precious to care. He would never live this down. She simply turned to the girls and smirked, "I'm thinking I can safely say..none of you horrible little sluts.."

Ishi grubmled, prying Shiro from him and throwing him back into the water. "What the hell are you doing?! If you're gonna do shit like that you can just sink!" He shook himself, not knowing what to make of what just happened and truned to look at the woman's pool, the men had re-opened the gap. His little sister had seen everything.

Shiro was surprised to be rejected that harshly.
Giving Ishi a heart-wrenching look - which was definitely not overseen by the girls - he sighed and backed. "You don't have to be so shy", he said, sounding hurt. Again he tried to get closer to Ishi, trying to caress the elder's muscular chest but before he could reach it the drugs finally stroke and let Shiro drop forward.

The girls watched Shiro faint into Ishi's arms and their shock changed into 'ooh's and 'aww's, they started giggling about how cute the two were and how meanly Ishi treated that poor boy.

Ishi sighed, lifting Shiro up to carry him properly, He turned once again to the women's pool getting a bit angry now, "Will you stupid little girls stop staring at me..and Manami...think we maybe should be leaving now.." He growled before stepping out of the pool, no longer caring about his nakedness. He took Shiro into the changing room grabbed his clothes and wrapped a towel around the boy, not bothering to dress him. He then got dressed, picked him up once again and went to wait for Manami.

Manami, still laughing at the situation waved at the girls smugly. She stood up out of the pool, her cuts and bruises seeming less harsh now. She walked to the edge of the pool grabbing a towel and wrapped it around herself then turned back to the girls, "You're all morons...That man is probably one of the coolest people alive...none of you ever stood a chance...bye now.." She said blowing them kisses, to the men still stood at the hole in the wall too, then strolled into the changing rooms to get dressed. Once she had done she wandered outside to see Ishi carrying Shiro and began laughing again. "That was quite the show..why must we always cause trouble..?"

Shiro did not wake up until they were outside.
Then, the cold air got his consciousness back.
Not knowing that he was being carried he raised a hand to his head. For a moment the pictures of himself kissing Ishi filled his head but they were gone way too soon. Even with his eyes closed he could feel the world was spinning and remembered what the old man had him do way to clearly now. Groaning he turned his head to vomit right on Ishi's feet.

Ishi gritted his teeth, not happy about what had just happened. Resisting the urge to just throw him on the ground he continued walking heading to a nearby hotel they had decided to stay at. Manami walked behind them the whole way, holding back her laughter. Ishi carried the boy to his room and threw him onto his bed. Slightly angry about the vomit incident he wandered out slamming the door and heading to his own room to attempt to wash his socks. Manami wandered to her own room and began laughing, collapsing onto her bed.

Shiro felt the soft bed beneath himself, dozing off for a second but soon feeling the side effects of the drugs again. Holding his head and stomach he groaned in pain, running for the toilet to throw up a few moments later. As usually when things like these happened, Shiro asked himself why he had done this. He did not even get money for it this time. However, he reminded himself, he got something else... And he was definitely going to use it.

The next day Shiro did not get out of his room until noon and refused to leave and continue their search already, pretending to still have a bad hangover. Quietly they had lunch together and went back to their rooms afterwards. On his way upstairs, Shiro handed the waiter who had served them some money, then headed straight to Ishi's room where by now the elder should feel quite the same way Shiro did yesterday - dizzy, indifferent and horny.

Manami feeling slightly bored after a while and went for a wander around the village, not taking the time to notice Shiro sneaking towards Ishi's room.
After having lunch Ishi had gone to his room and sat around for a while. Soon he began to feel slightly light headed feeling as though he was no longer completely in control of himself. He started imagining things, to him it seemed as though he were not really in this hotel, but in a much nicer place where he could do whatever he wished. He held onto his head and fell down onto his bed, burying his head into his pillow as he heard someone enter his room.

Shiro grinned when he closed the door behind him, obviously his plan had worked out. "What a great shinobi you are... but you can't escape me", he mumbled, sneaking closer to the elder's bed. Undressing himself and Ishi afterwards he felt slightly nervous and a little guilty. But for love and money, there were no rules. And this was about love, something Shiro had only felt once before.

But now was not the time to think of Tao...
Instead

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Shiro huddled against the man, feeling lonely and comforted at the same time. Why did he have to steal love? Couldn't Ishi be willing to give it to him voluntarily? Sad he sighed, closing his eyes and dozing off.

Ishi had been pretty much unconcious throughout the whole thing. It had simply been a strange dream to him, involving a beautiful woman. But he could not understand it, his dreams were not normally this way. When he awoke Shiro was clinging to him, both of them naked. Was his "dream" real? Had Shiro taken advantage of him? Feeling slightly sick and his head killing he ripped Shiro's arms from him and ran to the bathroom, splashing water on his face, trying to get rid of the feeling he had.

Shiro woke up feeling unusually satisfied. However, as soon as he noticed Ishi was gone he felt guilt rush through his body. As quietly as he could, the boy got up and gathered his clothes, planning to get dressed and leave the room so Ishi might consider seeing Shiro to be part of a dream.

The combination of being happy, sad and afraid at the same time felt weird and made Shiro nervous. After this, probably even Manami might hate him...

Ishi filled up the sink with cold water and sunk his face into it, trying to get his thoughs clear. He had clearly been drugged and although the effects had mostly worn off, he still didn't feel great. As he held his head under the water he heard muffled noises coming from outside of the bathroom as if someone was leaving the room. 'Shiro?' Feeling slightly sick once again he chose to ignore the noises, to tell himself he was imagining it. Moments after he heard what sounded like the door shutting he pulled his head out the water, pushing his hair away from his face. 'This didnt happen.' He told himself, he would refuse to acknowlege this, but Shiro would not do this again.

As soon as he had reached his room, Shiro sat down on his bad where he waited shaking. He should not have done this. It was wrong. He knew how it felt to be used like that, he knew it would not make Ishi love him, only hate him some more.

When he could not sit still anymore, Shiro jumped up, pacing through the room. In his head, his thoughts were spinning. Maybe it was better for all of them if Shiro left? Finally he had found a vulnerable spot on Ishi - and with this probably lost someone who had actually liked him.

However, Shiro could not leave. Ishi and Manami were the only people willing to help him find his parent's murderer, only Ishi knew where they had to search for him. What if they did not want to go on? Maybe they were already about to leave him here? Shiro chose to leave the decision up to them, sitting down on his bed again, staring at the wall and waiting for anything to happen.

Afterhis thoughts had cleared he still felt unclean. He stepped into the shower, turning on the cold water trying to make himself feel a bit better. The freezing water made his muscles tense up and he began to shake slightly. He ignored the feeling and just stood there for a while.

When he felt slightly better Ishi climbed out of the shower and got dressed, making him feel like his usual self again. He was not best pleased with Shiro, but for all of their sake's he would ignore this.

About 10 minutes later someone knocked on Shiro's door. He stayed silent, so they slowly walked in seeing him staring up at them, shaking on the bed.
Manami creased her brow slightly and gave him a soft smile, "We're gonna go...i'm guessing you're coming...so..like 10 minutes? Meet us outside." She waved her hand slightly and closed the door, leaving him to get ready.

Shiro looked up when Manami had left.
She still wanted him to go with her? Well, maybe she did not know what Shiro had done yet. If the boy was lucky, Ishi was not going to tell her... but still Shiro felt bad, he admired the elder, maybe even loved him - how could he even talk to Ishi again?

Lost in his thoughts Shiro hurried downstairs, not daring to look at either Manami or Ishi, when he met them outside. While the boy still felt guilty, he also was nervous about what might happen if they found Taimatsu.

Only for a short moment, Shiro looked at Ishi now, hoping to see him unaffected by the drugs and Shiro's misdeeds. Would Ishi get him back for it? Shiro's usual distrust made him believe Ishi might even trap him or simply let Taimatsu kill Shiro...

Of course, Manami's brother was stronger of mind than Shiro was and it was not like the boy had raped the elder, but still Shiro knew how it felt to be used like this and how much he had wanted to hurt or even kill the people who had done those things to him.

Ishi looked at Shiro, his usual hard stare on his face. Although he had been warming to Shiro he would no more. "Let's go." He said bluntly before walking slowly away and waited for Manami to follow. As she caught up slightly he then began walking a step or two ahead, heading for the next place he wished to see.
Manami tottered along beside her brother, slightly confused. She knew her brother well enough to know something had happened. He seemed fine, but why so cold towards Shiro? She looked back at him to see him staring, looking slightly worried, she scrunched up her face slightly concerned and waved at him to hurry up.

Shiro nodded, catching up with Manami.
He still felt bad and maybe it was better to talk about it... At least Ishi would know Shiro felt sorry, though that would probably not change anything. Sighing the boy thought about what to say but no words came to his mind, only pictures of what had happened 'between' them.

"Ishi...", he started, sounding more than just nervous. But how to go on? Searching for help he looked at Manami but she of course could not make him know what to say.