Undressed to Kill

Genma was taken, still naked and carrying his wet clothes and pack, to the back of the club. Hiroshi and he had eaten and discussed the terms of his stay. There was a hallway with five doors down the length that led to the ‘private’ rooms of all the performers that didn’t have another place to stay. Hiroshi took him to the third and opened the door. There were two beds in the dark cement brick room; one that had random personal possessions scattered around it and another which was empty even of bed linens.


“That’ll be yours,” Hiroshi told him indicating the empty bed. “You’ll be sharing with Kioshi. You’ll be performing at the same time so you’re schedules will be the same. Kioshi doesn’t use, he prefers alcohol so you don’t have to worry about him stealing your stuff, but I would keep them away from the others. I don’t allow fighting between my workers so just make things easier and keep your stuff secret.”


“I’ll send in one of the girls with blankets for you and she’ll take some measurements so I can find some clothes for you. All my performers wear the same ‘uniform’. There’ll be one for when you’re on the floor and another when you’re on stage. If you want to go into the town for some reason make sure you where the clothes I give you and you’ll avoid people bugging you. They know not to mess with my people,” Hiroshi advised him, “I want you to be ready to go on stage by 6:00 pm tonight. It’s 11: 23 right now. Can you handle that?”


“Of course,” Genma answered sitting on the bed.


“It’s been a long time since I had a room,” Genma told Hiroshi running his hands along the wall feeling the rough texture of the brick and contrasting smoothness of the mortar. He let his hands wander to the thin mattress and he stared blankly at the movement, seemingly lost in his own world. His eyes were red from the drug he had just smoked and he had a faraway glassy look in them.


Seeing that Genma was tripping pretty hard the manager decided to leave any further discussions or explanations to later and waved to Genma as he left closing the door behind him.


Genma continued his movements for a few moments until he sensed that no one was in the immediate area. He was high, but not nearly as much as he let on.


He lay back on the bed and sighed. Things were going well. He was in position and he was sure that he’d be able to make an appropriate name for himself before Tetsuo came around looking for a new partner. He sent his chakra out to make sure he was safe and then allowed himself to relax for a moment. He ran his hands along his naked body feeling bones that he normally never felt or saw unless they were broken. Assuming he survived, which he was sure he would, he knew recovering from this would be as bad as getting this way had been. He was taking his body to it’s limit and pushing it over with the drugs. There was another thing to look forward to. De-tox. He’d seen people that had been recovering from drug addiction and it looked painful and sickening. Just another day in service to his village.


He studied himself, looking over his fairly unblemished skin. Surprisingly he had relatively few scars. The one on his thigh that still bothered him a bit, one or two he couldn’t see on his back, but that was all. He was a good shinobi and careful, and the armour did a good job at what it was made for. He knew if he was successful that unbroken skin would soon be gone.


He’d seen photos of Tetsuo’s victims in his file. It was terrifying to see yet he had to admit they had a strange beauty. Every mark was carefully made to create the most pain and yet compliment the body that it was placed on. It was extremely disturbing.


He was to allow himself to be chosen. He would go with Tetsuo and allow him to work his ‘magic’ on him. When Tetsuo worked he did so alone and in these times of vulnerability Genma would have to strike.


He felt a presence coming towards the door and he made sure he looked suitably zoned out. The door opened to reveal a man so pretty it should be a crime. He would be a few inches shorter then Genma and he had long slivery blond hair that went to his knees. His face was delicately sculpted and his icy blue-gray eyes set off his hair beautifully. He wore a simple black yukata with the club’s sign printed over the left breast and decorative snakes circling the bottoms of the pants and the sleeves. He was lean and muscular but not in the unhealthy way that Genma currently was. Even though Genma was currently in starvation mode he still had broad shoulders and his body screamed manliness. This man gave off a definite . . .feminine air that would tell anyone with any sense at all that he was gay and certainly an uke.


He made a surprised “Oh” as he saw Genma in the room and took in his appearance.


Genma sat up and extended a hand to the man, “I’m Ken. Hiroshi tell you I’m staying here?”


“Yes,” the man breathed in a soft voice taking Genma’s hand lightly and then letting it go quickly..


“I just didn’t expect. . .” he said glancing down into Genma’s lap and blushing slightly, “Um I’m Kioshi.”


“Expect what?” Genma asked confused “That I’m not wearing any clothes or the size of my penis?”


“Both,” Kioshi replied sitting on his own bed across from Genma.


“My clothes are wet,” Genma replied indicated the somewhat more dry then they had been pile that lay on the floor. “Hiroshi said someone would come to get me some new ones. They gonna look like yours?”


“Um, yes,” Kioshi answered turning to sort some of the things on his bed. “This is the floor uniform and what we wear to go out.”


“Cool. I’ll look hot in those. Make some good money,” Genma answered laying back on the bed and staring at the ceiling.


“Will you just be dancing or do you work next door as well?” Kioshi asked referring to the brothel.


“Both. Whatever gets me what I need. You?” Genma asked idly, raising his hand above his face and studying it carefully waving it slowly making it leave trails behind it.


“I better not smoke that much again on top of those pills it’s starting to affect my mind more than I should let it,” Genma thought dazedly.


“The same,” Kioshi replied quietly, “Hiroshi is good to work for. His brothel only caters to the high-ranking officers and officials. He is fair and he’ll let you have a decent amount of privacy.”


“Sounds too good to be true,” Genma answered. “I’ve been on my own for three years now. I’ve worked a couple places like this, but in the end I had to leave.”


“Why?” Kioshi asked.


“I don’t like being gang raped and robbed,” Genma answered angrily. Damn these drugs he was having trouble controlling his temper again.


He was skilled at creating stories and details of the lives he was supposed to have led. He often used real experiences that he’d had on missions or witnessed happening to others and blended them seamlessly into a fabric of lies that painted a too real picture. Sometimes it was hard for even him to remember what was real and made up about his past these drugs weren’t helping.


“I’m sorry,” Kioshi answered. “I shouldn’t have asked. I’ve worked here since I was 15. Hiroshi found me and let me work here. I’ve never worked anywhere else.”


“How old are you?” Genma asked turning on his side to better see the man.


“I’m 19 now,” Kioshi answered.


“29,” Genma replied.


“So you were a shinobi?” Kioshi asked a gleam of interest crossing his eyes.


“Yeah. Once upon a time,” Genma answered sadness flooding him. Damn these roller coasting emotions!


“Can you fight? Do you know how to use weapons and do genjutsu and ninjutsu?” Kioshi asked leaning forward obviously interested now.


“I can. I could. My minds too messed up now to use genjutsu and ninjutsu. It wasn’t pretty last time I tried. I can fight though, if I have to. You wanna have a go?” Genma asked irritably.


“NO, no. I can’t fight. I only exercise so that I continue to look nice. I can’t do anything useful,” Kioshi sighed, “No one wants me to be too tough, I need to stay pretty to make money.”


“Hn,” Genma answered. After all what was there to say?


It was quiet in the room between them after this until a knock came at the door which was shortly followed by a cute brown haired girl that had been cleaning the front earlier, carrying a measuring tape.


“Hello Kioshi-kun! Ken-san, I’ve come to measure you!” she squeaked happily holding up the tape and pulling put a length of it to demonstrate.


“Hi Sayuri-chan,” Kioshi answered laying down on his bed and turning his back to them.


“Right,” Genma answered moving to stand up in front of her.


The girl went work measuring Genma’s shoulders, chest, his torso and waist. She giggled as she knelt down in front of him to measure his inside leg.


“You like my show Sayuri?” Genma leered down at her.


“It was pretty good,” she answered smiling back up at him.


“But you need to see mine,” she continued leaning over to lick the length of his penis.


“Sorry honey,” Genma told her smiling, “I’m not into girls.”


“Aw come on,” she pouted prettily. “I’m sure you could get into me.”


She smiled and stared up at him lustily pressing her breasts together with her arms and giving Genma a scenic view of her peaks.


With all the control he could muster he remained nonchalant willing himself not to get an erection and again stated, “I don’t do pussy, kitten. Not unless you want to pay me for the privilege.”


Crestfallen she ‘hmpfed’ and finished her measurements. “We have some things that should fit you fine. I’ll be right back.”


Genma heard her grumbling as she left about how every hot guy just had to be gay, and he couldn’t help but smirk as he sat back down on the bed.


“You don’t like girls either?” Kioshi asked turning back to see Genma.


“I like them fine, I just don’t want to fuck them,” Genma answered untruthfully.


“But you could do them if they paid you?” Kioshi asked.


“I can get hard anytime I want. I was trained to do it since I was about 15 or so,” Genma told him. “I can get hard, get soft, cum, whatever whenever I’m commanded. It was part of my job when I was still a ninja.”


“I couldn’t get hard for a woman,” Kioshi told him looking him over. “Why did you have to learn that to be a ninja?”


“Undercover work. Seducing people to get their secrets,” Genma told him. “There’s medicine you can take to do it but you can’t very well do that in an intimate situation when you’re supposed to be madly in love with someone. Spoils the mood. I had to learn to put it completely under my conscious command.”


“I don’t think that’s possible,” Kioshi told him frankly.


“Want me to prove it?” Genma asked getting irritable again.


“Well if you’re gay it wouldn’t be difficult to get hard looking at me would it?” Kioshi replied evenly.

“Think Highly of ourselves do we?” Genma asked quirking an eyebrow.


“I’m just stating facts,” Kioshi answered. “It’s my job to turn people on and have sex too you know. I’m not a lovesick puppy.”


“Clothes!” Sayuri called cheerily coming through the door. She handed Genma a black yukata just like the one Kioshi was wearing as well some under garments for sleeping and blankets for the bed.


“You got over me that quickly?” Genma pouted prettily.


“Well I can still look even if I can’t touch,” Sayuri answered cheekily reaching around to pinch his butt. “Watch my show later and see if I can change your mind? I’ll be on the same time as you two on the stage at the other side of the room.”


With a merry wave she bounced out of the room leaving Genma and Kioshi to themselves again.


Genma dressed lazily inwardly glad to be wearing clothes again and went over to make his bed. When he was done he checked the clock that was hung in between their beds and saw that it was 12:30.


Kioshi had his back to him again and Genma sighed. This was just the beginning of what would be a very long week. He had to make sure he maintained the proper image and developed a certain reputation before Tetsuo came and already he could see that he was going to have to be much darker and perverted to achieve it. He was being too friendly and flirty. He would have to really immerse himself in his character before he made a mistake that would cost the mission. Sighing he reached into his bag and pulled out his pipe and the crystals again. Mind fogged or not he needed to get worse before he got better. Smoking this crap altered his thinking towards what he was supposed to be. He’d just have to do a bit more of it then usual to bring himself fully down into the depths of depravity that he’d need to perform soon enough.


“That stuff’ll blow you mind,” Kioshi called from his side of the room.


“That’s the idea,” Genma replied inhaling deeply and losing himself to the darkness.