Savin' Me

O my it’s 2am! I’ve been writing since watching the Naruto movie, which I loved. Must have inspired me. Now this leads up to the Event, which I will say here will be dark, so you’ve been warned! But I hope you like this, enjoy! Thanks for reading and I love my reviewers very much, you make me smile and want to do more! (Even if I am frustrating at least one of you)

Savin’ Me continued
By Fyrbyrd

“The trouble was that I started out small with my slave,” said Watanabe, “At first I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with a known Ninja that had no memory and could not talk anymore. All he had known was being a farm animal, until the cruelty used on him made him fight for survival. So when one of my friends came to look over my stock and I showed him my prize, he asked me if he could have some time with him. At first I wasn’t sure what he wanted until he blatantly told me he wanted to have sex with him. He was a beautiful man to look at and I kept that eye of his covered up. I didn’t let my friend have him. Instead I invited others over and sold his first time to the highest bidder. I made fifty times what I paid for him on that night.”

Naruto could feel himself shaking. He still had the kunai in his hand and he would have loved to have used it on the bastard, but he wanted to know more.

“After that I held more of these parties, and I made more and more money out of him. And of course I tried him for myself. I’d never done that before, but I really enjoyed it, wanted more, learned a great deal from that slave. He went from a beast of burden into a whore so easily with that clean slate mind of his. I had him for almost six months before Hirose came into the picture. He was the owner of a whorehouse that was well known even here. He tried my slave and knew he had something he wanted. He offered me more money that I would have believed was possible for a slave. I didn’t really want to give up my sweet one, but the offer was too good to refuse. And then of course he got all his money back in one week at his brothel when he started the Event.”

“Event?” said Naruto with clenched teeth.

“Yeah, he invited the really rich who wanted to have a little payback with this Ninja. They can screw him, beat him, humiliate him in any way they like.”

“You people are sick, you know that,” said Naruto.

Watanabe smiled, “So we are. What’s your pleasure? I’m sure I could provide something for you.”

He never saw it coming, but in seconds he had fallen back in his chair, his eyes wide, his hands clutching at the kunai lodged in his body, straight through his heart.

“That was my pleasure, bastard.” And then he was gone.

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Iruka was finding the task he had been assigned to be exhausting. There was no one to help him and he felt like he was doing everything. But when it came to caring for his friend, he did not feel as tired. He cooked meals for him and watched as they were literally wolfed down. He cursed Masaki the more he saw it, the man was the lowest in his estimation of the people there, and that included Hirose.

Hirose himself turned up everyday, either approving or disapproving the work Iruka did. Most of the disapproval was not Iruka’s fault. He wasn’t happy with some of the linen that arrived and wanted something better. Then of course he came in when Iruka was feeding his charge. Hirose was surprised to see his slave looking so good.

“He cleans up prettier with you.”

Iruka felt a blast of anger run though him, but he hid it, “He hasn’t been being fed properly.”

Hirose grunted, “Masaki isn’t the best carer for him, but I have no one else I can trust, even though I don’t trust him all that much. Though you’ve done a better job with him. Where’d you get the yukata from?”

“It was on of Shingo’s.”

“My whores all seem to like you. Will you be staying for long.? I assumed you took the job out of need, rather than want.”

“This is true,” said Iruka. “I am working to help my family. I didn’t plan on staying for too long.”

“Ah, too bad. You’ve gotten the place spotless for me, I’m sure this week’s guests will be truly impressed, and that is very important to me. You don’t fear his eye like Masaki does.”

“It’s red that’s all, it’s just an eye.”

Hirose grinned,” Ah, no it is much more than that… Still he is eating well. I might have you care for him during the Event. But I warn you. Whatever you see down there is confidential. You speak a word of anything and you can kiss you ass goodbye. Your family will never see you again.”

Iruka could only nod. He was dreading this Event, he feared a great deal for what they were going to do to his friend. But he had endured it for five years now, so he knew he could survive another, and he fervently hoped it would be the last.

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Naruto headed back to the village as soon as he got out of the city. He had found others traveling the same route, and spying on their camps at night, he learned that at least one of them was a Lord. He traveled with an entourage that catered to his every whim. At one camp he found one very rich woman was the one on charge, one very sadistic bitch, she owned slaves, most of them female and scantily dressed. Even his sexy jutsu looked tame compared to them. He didn’t understand why she was headed for the village, but knew she was headed for the Event like the others were.

He was pretty sure there would be nothing he could do to stop the thing from going ahead, and he hoped Iruka had had some luck in finding more information about the place. He was more than determined that his former sensei was not going to be left there to be used anymore than he had. He deserved to be at home where he belonged, where people cared about him. He was one of Naruto’s precious people.

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Iruka was just finishing up when he could hear voices coming from the entrance of the brothel. The whores were back, and they were impressed at how good the place looked.

“Oh Iruka darling,” Shingo practically pounced on him. “You wouldn’t think this was a whorehouse. It looks like some grand hotel in the city.”

Iruka merely nodded as the male whore disentangled himself from him. The girls went by him all happy with more bags than they went away with. He soon heard squeals from their private rooms when they saw how clean and neat they were. They knew that there was a possibility that they would be used for the Event as well, which didn’t bother them. They were allowed to keep any tips they made during the Event.

Shingo had come skipping out of his own and once again Iruka was held tight in his grip. “Oh Iruka marry me. I’ve never been able to look after my room like you do.”

“No thanks,” he muttered trying to get himself free.

“Oh come on Shingo, you already know he doesn’t go for your type. Leave him be,” said Aya looking at him.

“All right, quiet down. Master Hirose will be here soon,” interrupted Masaki, “Get settled and keep those damn rooms clean or I will personally see to your punishment.”

Most of the whores gave him dirty faces as they returned to their rooms. It was clear that no one liked Masaki. The man himself gave Iruka an evil look as he passed, “Get on with your work.”

Iruka did just that, not even looking at the other man, he had a feeling that he was not going to be any better appreciated by the creep for his work over the week. Nor with some of Hirose’s orders to come.

Hirose arrived a half hour later. He went to see all his girls personally, seeming genuinely pleased to see them “home” and looking relaxed and ready for the Event. He did not treat any of them cruelly. If they were punished it was loss of income not physical punishment like his slave got. He did not own them; they were free to leave whenever they wanted.

Masaki came to greet him with a smile on his face. “Our guests are not far behind me sir.”

“I am glad to here that.”

“Sir, I think you should know… Watanabe, he was killed by an assassin four days ago.”

“Really? That’s too bad.”

Masaki seemed shocked by the reaction.

“I mean you were sucking up to him as much as to the Lord, weren’t you? He was your backup in case your bid to work for the Lord fell through, huh?”

Masaki turned white. Hirose just walked right passed him.

“And by the way, I have given the care of the Bitch to Iruka.” He turned to glare at the smaller man. “I paid a lot of money for that slave, and I make even more from this week. He is mine to treat as I see fit, I own him. But you have been neglecting him; I even heard a rumor that you kept his room worse than a dog house. You think I don’t know what goes on here, do you?”

“But sir, that cleaner’s a fag, he’ll take advantage of the Bitch.”

“Fag he may be, the only advantage I’ve seen him take is to clean up my slave and give him some of his health back. There’s hardly any marks left from my beating on him, Iruka tended him far better than you. He won’t touch the Bitch, even if I warned him not too, he wouldn’t, he’s not like that. He’s not like you.” Hirose turned back and went on his way. “And if you touch my cleaner, you’ll be out of a job completely.”

Masaki stared at his boss’ back, his teeth clenched in anger. Then he turned back to where he had come from.

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Naruto was surprised to learn that Iruka had checked out of where they were boarding. He was forced to get a room for himself. He had gotten in just ahead of the others, and slipped into one of the disguises he had used before to scout out the town to find out anything about his missing friend. He did not fear for his friend’s life, Iruka was a chunin after all, but he wondered what he been able to learn, and where he had gotten to. He’d have waited for Naruto no matter what, he could not have gone home without him, they had agreed to that. And he was sure Iruka would not leave without Kakashi.

He drank at the same bar he had previously and could see that everyone was excited by the Event. It seemed to involve more than just the brothel. While the main guests either stayed at the brothel or Hirose’s mansion, their entourages stayed in the village, ate and drank in the various businesses in town. So everyone did well that week. He was surprised to see the one he knew as Masaki come into the bar that evening. He was drinking quite a bit and mouthing off to the owner about some upstart that had brownnosed his way into some of his duties.

Naruto heard the word fag more than a few times but when he heard Iruka’s name, he almost spat his drink out in surprise. Surreptitiously he got closer to the man, wanting to hear everything he could. He smiled when he heard Iruka had been put in charge of the Bitch’s care. This was really pissing off Masaki. But he also heard him badmouthing his employer and swearing that he was going to be leaving soon anyway, he’s had a better offer or something. He was quite drunk when he left the bar. Naruto followed and once he had him in a dark place took the drunken fool down and henged into him.

“Masaki” headed back to the brothel. He made it look like he was inspecting the place if anyone looked at him, though most seemed to radiate hate at the man. He found his way down to the kitchen and there having a cup of tea was Iruka.

Iruka looked at him warily.

“So you are looking after the Bitch now?”

Iruka nodded.

“That’s good.”

“What!” Iruka spilled his tea everywhere.

“Shhh! It’s me, Naruto.”

Shingo came bouncing into the room then saw Masaki and quickly backed out, “Oh sorry.”

Iruka was staring at his friend in shock, “How the hell?”

“He came to the bar I was drinking in. Majorly pissed off with you. How did you manage all this?”

“An opportunity showed itself. And you?”

“The fucker is dead.”

“Naruto.”

“Well he was, but I know the whole story, do we have time?”

“Yeah, Shingo will tell everyone that I’m here with Masaki and they’ll stay clear. The guys a grade A bastard, no one likes him. I just hope Hirose isn’t here, he might come to my rescue.”

“Oh got in his good books have you?”

“Best damn cleaner he’s ever had.”

“Still anal as ever I see,” snickered Naruto. “Which is funny as he called you a fag a lot at the pub.”

“Naruto!”

“Shhh. I’m Masaki remember.”

Then he went on to tell Iruka all he had learned about their friend’s horrid past.

“I don’t like this Naruto. They knew who he was all along, and used that against him. He has no memory of who is he; he’s been treated like an animal and a whore, that’s what his life is now.”

“It isn’t fair; he didn’t deserve any of this.”

“I know. With what’s happening this week we have no way of getting him out. And I doubt we could even do it alone. I know this is a lot to ask, but, will you go home, tell the Hokage what we have learned and see if we can get help to get him out of here.”

“You’ll be all right here on your own?”

“Masaki won’t touch me. He’s a coward. And I know how to deal with his type.”

“Geez Iruka that look in your eye even scares me. But still be careful. Whatever they do to Kak—the Bitch… just don’t try anything on your own, okay. We will get him out of here, he can survive it, he already has.”

“I just want to take him home.”

“I know Iruka. I do too. We don’t know how he lost his memory, and it might never come back, so he’ll need us when we get him home. It’s our turn to protect him now because he can’t do it for himself.” Naruto got to his feet and placed a hand on Iruka’s shoulder. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, just get him through this knowing that help is on the way.”

Iruka smiled, “Thanks Naruto.”

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Masaki seemed to be a little distracted the next morning when the first of the guests started arriving at the brothel. Hirose was there to greet them and tell them where he would be housing them for the Event. Several, including the Lord would be staying at his mansion where he had extra staff in from the village. Others would be guests in the brothel, mainly those that wanted to play with the girls but watch the Event downstairs.

This seemed to include the woman Naruto had described seeing along the way. The way she pawed her servants and Aya trying her best not to be seen by the woman had Iruka knowing the Bitch was safe from her, at least sexually. She carried a whip on her belt and that worried him as to whom she would use it on. But what scared him the most was three guests he clearly knew were masking their chakra. Outwardly they did not appear to be Ninja, they were dressed as civilians, but they were all the same. Where they came from and what rank they held he did not know. One of them had attracted Shingo’s happy attention.

Iruka watched Masaki as he put on his false face that made him want to be sick. Though he had to admit he was a very good actor. He just did not trust the man’s motives; he did not trust the man at all.

The whores had thought Masaki was going to hurt him after the confrontation in the kitchen, but Iruka had assured them that he had not threatened him, just used some bad words. They let it fall after that.

Once the arrivals had been situated, Hirose turned to Iruka. He had a collar and leash in his hand along with a dark blue yukata and a matching sash to cover his eye with. “Put these on the Bitch and bring him down to me. He should know what they mean and he might give you some trouble. Give him a sharp smack on the ass if he refuses to come down, I don’t want to have to give him a beating before the Event.”

Iruka took the objects and slowly made his way upstairs. He did not want to do this, but he could not break his cover now.

Opening the Bitch’s door he found him sitting on the floor his arms around his legs and his head on his knees. He looked so innocent in that pose that Iruka wanted to drop what was in his hands and run. “Kashi,” he called. The whore had gotten used to Iruka using the pet name and turned to look at him with that sad grey eye of his. He saw the yukata and the collar. He closed his eye and nodded. Then he unfolded himself and got to his feet. He stripped off the yukata he had been wearing since Iruka had supervised his shower earlier and lifted his arm to allow Iruka to wrap the other around him and secure it. Then he raised his head, bearing his neck, allowing Iruka to attach the collar. He nodded for Iruka to take him out.

Iruka was more than surprised by the whore’s behavior. Had he come to trust him that much?

Hirose was also surprised when Iruka turned up with his slave in tow in such a short time. It seemed that all his whores liked the man, but then he was not Masaki. “Stay available Iruka. There’s another cleaner going to come in tonight. He works for one of the guests. Seems I picked the right person to look after the Bitch this week. He’s never been so well behaved at the beginning of one of these. I’ll call you later.”

With that Hirose tugged on the lead he had taken from Iruka and his slave followed obediently. They went into the bar where the Lord had been waiting. When Hirose came out he was followed by the Lord who was leading the Bitch and they made there way downstairs.

Iruka could not help clenching his hands, but all he could do was watch and wait. If anything he would care for his friend during whatever it was these people did to him over the rest of the week. Because it was going to be the last time any of them touched him.

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