Undressed to Kill

The next three weeks of preparation for the mission wasn’t something that Genma wanted to remember, not that he really could, at least fully. The concoction of drugs he was given left him feeling twitchy and odd. The starvation was always fun and the period of time, however short it had been, of having short hair was mind wrenching to the special jonin. He smashed the only mirror in his room after he was shaved and had to restrain himself from running his hands through his hair, or lack there of. He kept his hitai-ate on at all times to avoid it but he missed the weight, and feel of it. He felt more naked then he ever had in his life. He felt like a monster.


He jokingly told Shizune one day that nothing Tetsuo could do would be worse than shaving his head but this didn’t seem to cheer her up. In fact, every time she came in to administer his medication or work through the painful sessions of growing his hair back, or during his grueling exercise sessions to heighten his appearance, she always seemed to be distant to him, refusing to laugh at his jokes or respond to his flirting like she used to.


Before he set out, properly emaciated and drugged up, his muscles standing out in high definition and his bleach blond hair thankfully hanging just past his chin, he hugged her tightly and told her he’d be fine.


“Come on Shizune, you know I’ve been doing this kind of thing for years. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be back soon.” he whispered into her ear.


“Genma, be careful please. Don’t let him destroy you,” she whispered back unable to speak any louder.


“You’re a good friend you know. See you as soon as I can ok?” Genma reassured her releasing her from his arms and stepping back.


“You have all the ingredients you need? You remember when to take the drugs?” She asked him pulling out some notes and looking over them to make sure nothing was forgotten.


“Shizune we’ve both worked with poisons since before I can remember, I know what I’m doing,” he replied getting testy.


He was much easier to anger on the drugs and he had to use all his control not to shout.


“Ok, see you soon then. Good Luck. ANBU will follow you until you reach the edge of Sound to make sure no-one stops you before you get there,” she informed him


“Right,” Genma answered forcing himself to smile over his uncalled for anger.


Determined to make her smile before he left he did something he hadn’t done in years.


“Hey Shizune, watch this,” he said stepping back a few feet and swirled his hand which now held six senbon spread out in a fan. Assuming a Mie position he rotated his head slowly and deliberately towards her and instead of the classic powerful glare he crossed his eyes goofily and stuck out his tongue.


“Genma!” Shizune laughed running forward and giving him a gentle push to stop his sillyness, “You used to do that all the time when we were in the academy. ”


“Always made you laugh then as well,” he grinned at her.


“Genma-kun,” a cat masked ANBU said appearing from nowhere to stand beside three other similarly masked shinobi.


“Kun? I’m not a baby, soldier,” Genma growled spinning towards his escort glaring fiercely and flipping his senbon back to his pouch.


“He won’t be his usual cheery self on this mission,” Shizune informed the masked men.


“Doesn’t matter, we’re not to have any contact with him once we set out,” A boar masked ANBU replied blankly crossing his arms.


“Right. Let’s go,” Genma growled giving Shizune a brief nod and shouldering his pack. He scratched unthinkingly on his arm and gathered chakra to his feet, setting a quick pace for the gate.


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The ANBU team followed Genma closely. He knew they were there and they knew he knew they were there and they left it at that.


“He doesn’t look good,” the man in a dog masked whispered to the boar.


“What do you expect? You see how many drugs he’s taking. He’s barely eating anything and he’s not exactly in dress kimono,” boar answered.


It was true. Genma, true to his part wore a torn and dirty gray yukata and no shoes. He carried only a tattered pack containing a few old weapons, his drugs and various bags of herbs. He had no food and had to pick his way along as he traveled. He used this time to put himself into character. He knew his life depended on his ability to become a shattered wreck of a shinobi that got off on drugs, pain and sex. Wasn’t too terribly far from the truth to begin with.


It was a relief to become somebody else and escape himself. Some people were more fun to be then others however and Genma found as the days went on until they reached Sound he was more and more dependant on the pills he was forced to take. Without them he felt jittery sick and lifeless, colors were dull and his senses seemed muted. That was enough for any shinobi to feel a bit paranoid without being on drugs to make him feel that way. That was the way Shizune had carefully groomed him over the past three weeks and Genma didn’t fight it. It all needed to become a part of him before he reached his destination. When he reached his goal he would no longer be Shiranui Genma, special jonin of the hidden village of the leaf. He would be Takahashi Ken a washed up drugged out nin from a village no one cares about slutting himself out looking for his next fix.


“I doubt if he’ll be able to carry out his mission like this,” Cat whispered to the others, “Should we follow him into Sound to make sure?”


“IF YOU DO YOU’LL FUCKING KILL ALL OF US!” Genma shouted half crazed into the night as he lay sprawled on a bed of leaves.


“How the hell did he hear me,” Cat hand signaled to the others startled.


“He’s a good shinobi, he’s not an idiot,” Dog replied irritably.


“I love you too man!” Genma called sounding obviously doped up as he turned onto his stomach. If anyone had been watching he would have seemed to have been talking randomly to phantoms.


“It’s time for us to go,” signaled previously quiet Rat to the others. “He’s obviously ok and we’ve already gone too far.”


“I agree,” Dog answered.


Without another word the four ANBU flashed into the distance leaving behind a solitary figure alternately laughing and crying on the ground.


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Genma woke up the next morning with an aching head. He had to find water and drink something or he was sure that it would fall off. He knew he was very close to the club where he was supposed to get a job as a male stripper. It was past time to be gone. He pulled himself to his feet and walked towards a stream that flowed through the forest about one hundred yards from where he slept. Reaching the cool water he crashed to his knees and dunked his head in, pulling it out quickly and gasping at the sudden chill. He was dirty and uncomfortable but he didn’t want to appear too clean for his first appearance. On the other hand, he didn’t want them to smell him coming a mile away. Bracing himself, he jumped into the water with his clothes on scrubbing himself quickly with his hands to wipe off excess dirt of his skin and clothes. Feeling freezing and slightly refreshed, he crawled back out of the stream shaking his head like a dog, spraying water across the clearing.


“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Said a strong male voice from behind group of trees.


Pretending to be surprised, Genma looked up quickly scrambling towards his bag and clutched it to him as if it was a precious child.


“Who, who are you? What do you want?” he asked stuttering reaching into his bag and grabbing some pills, popping them obviously into his mouth and swallowing hard.


“Easy there fellow, watcha got there?” the large man asked grinning evily.

“Nothing,” Genma said standing straight quickly letting his wet yukata slid off of his shoulder revealing a body made hard and starved looking, seemingly from years of hard life and drug abuse.


“You know you’re on my territory don’t you?” the man asked crossing his arms and looking over Genma’s body in sharp appraisement.


Genma made himself study the man nervously, showing him he was trying to figure out what to do.


Genma ran a hand through his wet blond hair pushing it out of his face. He eyed the man shyly from head to toe as he pulled his arms from his sodden robes, letting them hang down held up by his belt revealing the hard sculpted muscles of his chest and stomach as well as his prominent ribs. He stood seemingly relaxed, but sure to position himself so he looked like a dripping wet sex god.


He recognized the man from the file he had read about this mission. He was the owner of the club he was supposed to be getting work at. If he could seduce him properly it would be quick work to be were he needed to.


“I don’t know where I am. I wanted to get clean,” Genma answered, inclining his head toward the stream.


“I bet you don’t know where you are,” the man said appraising walking closer and eyeing Genma up and down, “and I doubt you’ve been ‘clean’ for years. Who are you?”


“Takahashi Ken, I was a shinobi but I don’t know who I am now,” Genma answered keeping eye contact with the black haired brute circling him.


“Ken is it? Well strong I see, healthy I’m not so sure of,” he told him stopping a few feet in front of Genma.


“Shinobi huh? I’d believe it, you’ve got the body for it,” he answered in a slightly huskier voice, “What happen, you run out on your village?”


Genma remained silent glaring up at the man.


The club owner stared back assessing the situation.


“You got a job for yourself sweetness?” he leered at Genma.


Genma looked down at the carpet of leaves at his feet and sighed. He turned his head back up at an angle smirking slightly. He casually ran his hand from his neck down over his chest and stomach to rest at his belt right about his crotch pulling the heavy wet material slightly lower. The air was drying his naked skin causing his nipples to harden and goosebumps to run over his skin. On the drugs he felt every sensation double and it was easier then he would have assumed to continue with this sharade.


“I have . . . talents. If you’ve got the money,” Genma purred ozzing sex appeal from every pore.


“I’ve seen talent, I’m a professional at judging it if you will,” the man replied not letting himself get to into this stranger. At least not yet, “Let’s see what you’ve got.”


Genma smirked again, pulling a senbon from his bag and putting it shamelessly slowly into his mouth. He reached down untying his belt letting his yukata fall unceremoniously to the forest floor and with no trace of embarrassment pulled down his pants revealing a black tattoo written just above his penis reading “big daddy” The club owner just rolled his eyes until the pants went lower revealing the truth of the statement.


“Holy fucking shit,”the man said eyeing Genma lustily, “You know how to use that thing?”


“Since I was 12,” Genma replied letting his pants fall to the floor, “and remember I was just in cold water.”


“Fuck!” the club owner laughed. He could make some money from this guy, he could feel it. “You want to come over to my club and let me check you out. You pass my test and I’ll give you a job. I’ll keep you supplied with what you need,” the man told him grinning lasciviously.


“You give me what I need,” replied Genma getting on his knees if front of the man and leaning forward to rest his head on the man's crotch, “and I’ll give you a job you won’t forget for the rest of your life.”


Ok there’s chapter two. This isn’t going to be the same as Peaceful Waters obviously. It’s going to be a lot darker and not really funny. But this is an important part of Genma’s life so you by no means need to read it but it may add to the overall experience of the other story. Who knows. Please R&R.