Savin' Me

Okay important part of the story here. Sorry it’s a little late, but I took Friday and Saturday off and worked on my other story (the DBZ one, 10000 hits!) yesterday. I knew I had today and Tuesday off and planned to write. Two days off and all for a horse race! I don’t know of another city that does that, have a holiday for a horse race that is. And because it’s always on a Tuesday most take the Monday off as well, though my son’s school had a curriculum day so I had the day off for that, happily. So here it is, I hope you like it, that you for reading and to those who reviewed, thank you, (bowing) thank you! All while trying to watch tonight's episode!! (We're only up to the Chunin exams, tonight Lee vs Gaara and Kakashi's uncovered his eye yum.....

Savin’ Me continued…..

Iruka had no chance to get back two days later, but when he did four days later, he found the door shut but not locked. The whore was not there.

Shingo came out of his room looking a little the worse for wear, his yukata hanging off mostly as he shambled to the bathroom. “Oh hey Iruka, if you looking for him, he’s been downstairs the last two days. Some high roller that didn’t care about the marks has him down there. He doesn’t really spend a lot of time in there you know,” he said indicating the closed room.

“Did he get fed those two days?”

“I don’t know Masaki can be a bastard sometimes. But the boss’d killed him if anything happened to the bitch. After this beating he’ll use other means of punishment though, it’s getting too close to the event.”

“Event?”

Shingo jumped as if he had been hit. “Shit, sorry Iruka. I didn’t say that okay. You didn’t hear that from me.”

“I’ve heard of it before—“

“Iruka, if you are to know about it the boss’ll tell you.,” and with that he hurried off.

It had been the second time he had heard about this event thing. He wondered what it could be, and yet also felt a shiver from it. It had to be something big, and yet if it weren’t told to everyone, it had to be something not known outside the brothel. While the room was open however, Iruka cleaned it. He was not going to let his friend live in a mess like that again.

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Naruto had found the second last of the slave rings he had been trailing. There were a lot of guards and the slaves themselves were kept hidden away in large tents, their legs and necks chained when they moved, but he was not sure how they were kept when they stopped for the night if they were moving. This camp had stopped for a few days, and he had been trailing it for almost a week before that. There were not many slaves, and most of them were female. Things were probably very different six years ago.

Taking note of where the owner was, he used his Ninja skills to get there. The owner entered his trailer, only to find himself in a headlock once he was fully inside, he looked down to see the kunai at his neck.

“I only want information. Give that to me and I will be gone and you will never see me again.”

“Sure, fine,” said the man, his body shaking in fear.

“I want to know if you had a certain slave. Six years ago, a man with silver hair that stood up and leaned over to one side. He had one grey eye and one red eye and a scar down the side of the face with the red eye.”

“If I ever had a slave with red eyes I am sire I would have remembered it.”

“Then do you know of a trader named Minoru Watanabe?”

“Yes. But he is hard to find. He deals in a lot of illegal things; his slaves are highly sought after because they are not the usual type. He is known to kidnap and enslave when he gets a chance.”

“Do you know where I might find him?”

“Last I heard he was in the city. The Lords are some of his best customers.” The man fell forward as his attacker poofed away. He did not call the alarm, he knew it would be far too late and his men could not fight a Ninja.

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Iruka did not see the whore for some time after that. If he found the room open, he cleaned it, but he had no idea if he was being cared for. He also did not get a chance to Shingo again either. He was not sure if the male whore was avoiding him, or was busy. Most of the girls he saw in the kitchen, grabbing food or tea, but they did not speak to him except to thank him for his cleaning duties. While they liked him, they did not speak of their work to him.

He also did not see much of Hirose either. When he did the man was taking to money away, and that was about it. But then he started coming every day, and on one day he called Iruka to the room he used as an office.

Iruka arrived and was standing in front of the desk.

“I’m very pleased with the work you have been doing here. I have never had a better cleaner than you. In two weeks we are going to be hosting some very special guests. They come here once a year for entertainment that happens downstairs. Living here you no doubt know what is down there?” Iruka nodded. “Very good. I will require you to go down there during this week to make the place spotless for me. During the week of the Event, the house will be closed to all customers. The girls and Shingo have the week off before it and usually leave to go home or wherever. You will make the work rooms spotless as well, the usual linen will not be used, special stuff will be brought in. I can’t impress this upon you enough, but a lot of very important people are coming here, and they like their comforts and are used to the best. I even want the whore rooms to be clean and neat, just in case we have to use them as well. I expect that you will not say anything of what you see happen during the Event to anyone outside this place, you would not like the consequences. Understood.” Again Iruka nodded. “Very good. One last thing. I like the way you cared for my star attraction, he is the only one who does not leave this place ever. I want you to make sure he is one hundred percent for the Event. He will not work that week either, Masaki will not be here and I will need someone to make sure my slave is fed, that someone is you. I will have Shichi; he’s in charge of security for downstairs escort you around downstairs and show you what has to be done.” Then he waved his hand dismissing him.

Iruka bowed and backed out of the room. In one way he was pleased that he was going to learn the entire layout of downstairs, but this Event made him feel… uncomfortable. And his friend seemed to be a very important part of it.

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Iruka stood at the door and watched as the excited whores got ready to leave. They were all neatly dressed in everyday clothes, and were happier than Iruka had ever seen them. Most of the girls gave him a goodbye kiss, and Shingo got close enough to try, but in the end settled for a goodbye hug instead.

“Enjoy the quiet, Iruka,” said Shingo as he got ready to go, “I’m glad the boss is letting you look after the Bitch. Next week…he’ll need you after.”

Then Shingo was gone. Iruka wasn’t sure what the man meant and it only added to his anxiety over the upcoming Event. With the whore gone the house became quiet. But Iruka felt a hand on his shoulder, a very big hand that belonged to a very big man.

“I am Shichi, if you will come with me I will show you around the dungeon.”

Dungeon, that was the first time he had heard it called that.

“Where is the—“

“The Bitch is in his room. I see you cleaned that up too.”

“No one should live like that.”

Shichi smiled, “You’re nice I like you.”

Iruka knew his cheeks were red by the heat. “Oh that you. The girls said that a lot too.”

“Not many people care about the life of a whore, you seem to care about everybody.”

“Well I wouldn’t say that. There’s a few I don’t care for in this world.”

“Masaki’s away.”

Iruka looked up at the big man as they moved to the door leading down. “I get the feeling not many like him.”

“He thinks he’s the boss’s right hand man, but he isn’t. Sure he’s gone to the city to escort some of the guests back here, but that’s mainly sucking up. He wants out of here and we can’t wait until he is. He is a bastard; he hates the Bitch, though none of us know why.”

Shichi opened the door, and this time Iruka was led through a different entrance avoiding the place where weapon were removed and the metal detector checked a person over. This time they went the way the security people went. “There’s just me, Kenji and Ryuto here this week. One of us is on duty at all times. With the place closed we don’t need anyone else, but I have to check everything you do, I hope you’re okay with that?”

“Sure.”

“Good,” finished Shichi as he showed Iruka the various rooms inside the dungeon. Some of them scared the shit out of Iruka, especially the room that seemed to be a real torture chamber. Then they came to a room that seemed to take up the center of the floor. It was a stage surrounded by luxurious boxes where people could sit and watch. “This is where the main event will happen, so it must be spotless. The wankers that use this place mess it up like you wouldn’t believe during the Event. We’ve lost more cleaners after the Event than at any other time.”

Iruka wanted to choke at the images going through his head. “Can I ask about the Event?”

Shichi smiled, “I think its okay. You see a bunch of very rich guys is coming. I think at least two Lords are amongst them. Most of them are heads of their own organizations, you know what I mean?” Iruka nodded. “Any way’s they come to use the whores and to have a go at the Bitch or watch what they do to the Bitch.”

“Do to the Bitch?” Iruka was shaking, his whole body felt cold and the feeling of dread filled him.

“Yeah. He gets two weeks off after the Event, and he needs it. I never seen what they do to him, but they always leave happy. The Bitch is that famous you know.”

“Famous?”

“Yeah, Hirose based the whole thing around him. Something to do with his past.”

Iruka had stopped in his tracks while Shichi kept moving. His face was white…..

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Naruto did not like the city. It stank, and the air in general was dirty. Streets were dirty too with vermin and stray animals sniffing around in the debris for anything they could get. He even saw a dead body or two. The people drove around in vehicles and didn’t seem to care who or what you were as long as you kept out of their faces, unless they wanted to know you. He’s met a few of the latter trying to sell him things, though he wondered how they could carry around ice in a place so hot.

And it was relatively easy to find the place that Minoru Watanabe used as his headquarters. People on the streets feared him enough to tell him where not to go, which is why he went there.

The place was very secure. Guards, security cameras, dogs. Big trucks came and went at all hours and because of this he was able to get in by riding on the roof of one of them. Then he made his way to the office that Watanabe used. The man was sitting with his feet up on the desk, smoking a cigar. There were huge rings on several of his fingers and his clothes were richly made. He was talking on the phone.

“So you going to this year’s Event? No? Why, my former sweet slave no longer appealing to you? I’d love to taste him again, but part of the deal for him was for me to stay away. Setting up the Event was a stroke of genius, inviting the richest men in the world for a perverted weekend playing with an Elite former Ninja…”

Naruto felt his heart clench. When he heard the man put down the phone he moved. Minoru didn’t have a chance to do anything and he knew he had been taken down by a Ninja, the kunai at his throat a dead giveaway.

“What are you here to assassinate me?”

“No. I want to know about the slave you were talking about. You take Ninja as slaves?”

“Not nowadays and not usually.”

“The Elite you were talking about?”

“What about him?”

“Tell me how you got a hold of an Elite Ninja.”

Watanabe laughed, “Let me loose and I’ll tell you, you can check me for weapons, I know you’d be too fast for me if I did anything.”

“Fine,” said Naruto backing off, he was dressed like a traditional Ninja anyway, the man would see nothing but him dressed all in black, his face covered like Kakashi, and his hair covered as well. “I got your gun anyway.”

Again Watanabe laughed as his gun was tossed across the room.

“So you want of know about how I caught an Elite Ninja? Okay. Six years ago your world was in turmoil, but you’d know that. I was picking up some girls that had been sold by their village to keep them going. As we were heading out on our way home we came across this guy leading along another man with a rope around his neck and his hands tied behind his back. I’m a slave trader I had to know why he was doing that to a man that looked strong but was being led along like a horse. Seems he was a farmer and he found the man wandering in his fields one day. The man was dressed like a Ninja and he was injured. By the injuries on his body did not explain why he was wandering around lost. He was completely blank, no memory at all. The farmer didn’t like Ninja, said something about paying them to do something and they messed it up. So he decided that seeing as he had one that he’d keep him, make him work. He hitched him up to his plough and did all sorts of farm work with him. And at night he tied him up like a dog in his barn. He didn’t treat him well, and the Ninja became weaker and weaker. When the Ninja turned on him with his survival instincts, he took up a whip and used that. He tried to escape, but the rope that tied him to the beam in the barn stopped him, it ruined his neck and almost choked him to death. But the farmer relented. He was taking to sell and that’s how I got a hold of him. I bought him from the farmer along with the story of how he got him….. You know I had a number of bingo books, like to collect things like them, and guess what I had a look in one of them to see if the Ninja I had was anyone I could sell. Imagine my surprise when I found him in one of the books. I knew I could make a fortune out of him…”

‘Then that means they—“

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‘--knew who he was all along.’

“Hey you okay?” asked Shichi noticing that Iruka had not followed him.

“Yeah, you were saying that Hirose based the Event around the Bitch.”

“Right. The boss bought him and has made a fortune from him. The guests come for the Bitch because they knew him in the past. I don’t know how.”

‘Shit,’ thought Iruka. They knew who they had. Hirose knew who he had as a slave and was using that to make money.

“You’re zoning on me again,” said Shichi.

“Oh sorry.”

“Look you’d better get started. Hirose will be checking everything you do, and you have to look after the Bitch too don’t forget.”

‘Damn.’ So much for trying to make plans to get him out during the week. He already knew he would not be able to do it alone anyway, especially now that he knew exactly who was involved. To rescue him could endanger their village. Lords could bring war down on them again, still there had to be away. And he would find it.

Tbc