Escort

XII

Yutenji peeked into the waiting room and found most of the men lounging on the pillows, while a few played with the girls Yutenji had provided as entertainment. Ichigo-sama, he noticed, reclined easily with his concubine in his lap, safe and secure against the advances of the men, of the eventual competition. Grinning in glory he turned away and smoothed the curtain in place, walking slowly over to where Ruka sat, hands nicely folded in her lap, her hair pinned with decorated needles, her face beautifully painted, and her eyes wonderfully blank. She would do anything asked of her, or her buyer. Of course, he’d need to instruct her buyer how to apply Ruka’s medicine, but that wouldn’t be too hard. One night of pleasure for the lucky man and Ruka would be returned. Unless, of course, he managed to cut a good deal with Ichigo-sama. If Ichigo-sama was the highest bidder tonight, he’d have no problem in offering a deal that would suit them both. Of course, there were better girls than Ruka to be playmates, but she’d given him too much trouble. The sooner he got rid of her, the sooner he’d be able to sell that bitch that was Haomaru’s daughter. He knelt in front of Ruka and smoothed the folds of her pristine white kimono that would soon be sullied by red.

“Do you remember what I told you, Ruka?”

Ruka’s eyes lifted to Yutenji’s face. “Obey.” She mumbled.

“Good girl. Obey, and you won’t get hurt. Now, stand up, follow me.” Yutenji rose, walking to the curtain and peeking out, grinning. “The bidding is about to begin.”

He waved his hand and one of his bodyguards came forward to hold Ruka back while he stepped out on stage, one of his girls running to clap two wood blocks together, gaining everyone’s attention. He smiled out at those gathered, looking pointedly toward Ichigo-sama, who wore a very bored expression as he toyed with his concubine’s hair.

“My friends,” Yutenji called to the crowd, “You’ve gathered here tonight to witness a historic even, one never before heard of at Abeko. A Mizuage.”

Hushed gasps and whoops came from the men, all talking amongst themselves. So pleased, Yutenji was, that he never noticed Ichigo-sama lean forward to whisper against his woman’s ear.

“Mizuage?” Kakashi asked.

“The taking away of a girl’s virginity. Generally only geisha do such a thing. This girl must be important,” Shigure replied.

Again the two wood blocks clapped at Yutenji pulled back the curtain to reveal a very pretty girl, eyes downcast in submission. He held out his hand and she took it, allowing herself to be led forward so the spectators could get a good look at her. Both Kakashi and Shigure tensed, their faces betraying nothing, not even when Yutenji began to describe the girl. Kakashi longed to jump up and ram a kunai in the bastard’s throat, but he held back, for Iruka’s sake and for the sake of the girl they still had yet to save.

“Her name is Ruka, the prettiest flower I have. The bidding for this beauty’s Mizuage will begin at one hundred thousand.”

Hands shot up, but Kakashi remained still. The bidding went higher as Yutenji quietly ordered Ruka to dance, and eventually the men began to drop out of the race, one by one. The current price for Ruka was one million. It was only Kakashi and a grizzled old man who had already tasted his fair share of woman flesh earlier that evening. Back and forth they went, higher and higher, until Kakashi called out a bid not even the old man could match.

Three hours later, Kakashi was handing Yutenji several bundles of money, all henged leaves except for two or three of the bills and was given Ruka. Shigure followed Kakashi and Yutenji to the room in which the Mizuage would take place and studied Iruka as the men talked. It was his eyes that caused a shiver of fear to crawl up Shigure’s spine. He’d seen eyes like those before, on the girls Mayuri had rescued earlier from this place. Gingerly, fearing what he would see, he lifted Ruka’s kimono sleeve. Healing puncture wounds greeted him, some healed to the point of fading scars. The other girls had had the same marks and now Shigure knew what they’d been injected with. He had to get back to Mayuri, to see if she’d gotten an antidote synthesized. Iruka was going to need it.

“Sakuya, attend me, please,” Kakashi called and Shigure hurried over, smiling shyly at the bastard who had hurt Iruka.

“Yes, my lord?” Shigure asked, smiling so very sweetly.

“We’re going inside, please bring Ruka.”

“Yes, my lord.”

Shigure took a few small steps back toward Ruka and took hold of her sleeve, guiding her into the room, closely followed by Kakashi. With Yutenji out of earshot, Shigure jumped on the chance to tell Kakashi his newest predicament.

Needless to say, Kakashi was not pleased. He could feel Yutenji’s eyes on him even though the man was nowhere in the room. Shigure, before he had left, confirmed that the man was watching. He’d also informed Kakashi Iruka was drugged, a highly addictive drug that made him obey without fail, that locked away everything that was Iruka, leaving only the body. In essence, Kakashi was going to rape Iruka. He had to, Shigure told him; he would be watched for sure, an investor’s curiosity. Shigure would go back to Mayuri for the antidote so Kakashi had to orchestrate Iruka’s removal from the Abeko.

After he violated him, of course.

It would be easy. He could even use a jutsu to make it look like he was having sex with Ruka. Surely the money was tucked somewhere safe by now. But then he remembered Iruka’s charm bag that held the Oiroke in place. Surely any jutsu he cast would cancel out that effect and leave them both vulnerable. So Kakashi was, essentially, stuck. He slowly began to open Iruka’s kimono as he lay beneath him so serenely, drawing everything out. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, his more perverted self was enjoying this, because he’d never get an opportunity like this – he was sure Iruka didn’t like him that way but it was okay because they were friends. Kakashi – the real Kakashi – was fighting down the butterflies – or nausea – as he revealed Iruka’s flesh to all those watching. He knew the breasts were fake, merely illusions, but he cupped his hand around the right one anyway, partly amused as his fingers cupped the flesh. It felt solid enough. Suddenly he was struck by a horrible thought upon fondling those breasts; what if, because of the charm, everything about Iruka – Ruka – was real? If this really was a female Iruka then he could get her pregnant. Even pre-ejaculation could get a woman pregnant, he knew, so pulling out before he came wasn’t an option.

And he hadn’t been given any condoms.

Should he take the risk? Suddenly, Kakashi felt very vulnerable, but he didn’t have any other choice. He had to do this and if there were any consequences, he’d deal with them when they happened. He took a deep breath as he finished undressing Iruka, tugging off his own clothes. He could do this so many ways, ways that, when Iruka got better, he wouldn’t remember. But he couldn’t, not to Iruka. Iruka was precious to him and this act was one he wanted to do with Iruka. With that thought in mind he spread Iruka’s legs and took a moment to tease the folds of flesh that he knew shouldn’t be there. He was stalling, fighting the inevitable, so he took a breath, positioned his erection against those folds and pushed in.

Iruka tensed beneath him, his – her – body fighting the invasion before it got used to the pressure and the weight of being filled. Then it tensed again, as Kakashi began to move, pushing against Iruka’s false womb; the henge couldn’t extend to the inside of the body. Right?

Kakashi’s panting wasn’t all feigned. There wasn’t anything he could do about his erection – Iruka spread out like that, even as a woman, was erotic – so all he could do was hold back and pray. Iruka wasn’t responding to any stimulation, which was all right because during the Mizuage, the girl wasn’t –supposed– to show emotion. Still, his condition was drug induced, and once Iruka and the other girl were free, Kakashi was going to have a nice long chat with Yutenji. Iruka constricted suddenly around him and Kakashi couldn’t hold it back. His groan wasn’t one of pleasure as he pulled out and watched his seed slowly drop from Iruka. He closed his eye and prayed to all the gods he knew not to let Iruka get pregnant. The rape would be bad enough.
When he pulled on Iruka’s clothes and his own, he heard a door slide open. Slowly, acting sated, he watched Yutenji wander in with a smile plastered to his face. Kakashi wanted to rip it off. Instead, he grinned in return and settled back on the pillows, looking on as Yutenji hauled Iruka to his feet.

“Satisfied?” Yutenji asked, eyes sparking with something Kakashi didn’t like.

“Very much,” Kakashi replied. “Let’s work out a deal, shall we? How much for her permanently?”

Yutenji’s smile grew to a predatory grin. Kakashi smiled innocently, head tilting.

“I’ll start,” Kakashi began, “with one hundred thousand.”