The journal

The Journal

Author’s note: I do not own the characters. Also I don’t know very much about prostitutes or bars, please forgive me for that. I got the inspiration to write this, after I have seen the indie movie `John’. This story contains yaoi, so don’t complain to me about it. Here’s the story!!

Street's like a jungle

So call the police

Following the herd

Down to Greece


Kabuto gazed up at the dark seedy bar in front of him. He exhaled slowly, still nervous about stepping inside. He couldn’t believe that Orochimaru sent him on THIS kind of mission. He could handle `A’ ranked missions, but this kind of mission was beyond what he had signed up for. He was a medic nin, damn it, not a freaking male prostitute!! He sighed.

His mission was to pose as a male prostitute and get a red silk and black leather journal. The “date” of the evening was none other than Itachi Uchiha. Kabuto’s couple of years with the Akatsuki, Kabuto never met or saw the Uchiha. The only people he saw was his sensei Sasori and Orochimaru. Therefore he was the only one that could do it.

The only other information that Orochimaru gave him was that Itachi’s desires ran pretty dark. Well, coming from a guy who enjoyed whips and chains during sex, Itachi’s desires must have been pretty bad. Kabuto shivered at what was in store for him. The mission itself is completely degrading! The disguise he had to wear was no better. He had to take his hair down and put on a red button up tee shirt and baggy old jeans that revealed his black boxers.


On holiday

Love in the 90's

Is paranoid


He slowly walked inside of the run down bar. What was inside was no better. The place was covered with vermin, rats and bugs was not something Kabuto was used to. The Otokage kept his place cleared of any kind of pest that would disrupt them. If he didn’t, his snakes did!!

All of the patrons were all S- ranked missing nin from different villages. Kabuto felt out of place with all of these uncivilized shinobi, and he was considered the same rank as these guys. Kabuto was disgusted with their behavior, he fixed his glasses. He was appalled when he seen two shinobi spit on the floor. ` How disgusting can these idiots be?’ Kabuto wondered.

He saw Itachi sitting at the other end of the bar. Luckily, the raven haired Akatsuki member wasn’t using his Sharingan, otherwise Kabuto would’ve been fucked. He didn’t feel any genjutsu so he smiled politely at the Uchiha and went to sit by him. Itachi didn’t move from the table, although, he was kind of alarmed by the silver haired nineteen year old by him.

Avoiding all work

'Cuz there's none available

Like battery thinkers

Count your thoughts

On one two three four

Five fingers

Nothing is wasted

Only reproduced

You get nasty blisters

Du bist sehr schon

But we haven't been introduced


“Hello,” Kabuto greeted, taking to start up a conversation.

Itachi looked the male up and down and dismissed him as a runaway sixteen year old, “what do you want?”

“Well, I’m kind of new to this business and I’m looking for a client for the night,” if there was one thing that Kabuto was certain of was that this bar was use to prostitutes (or at least fake ones, in Kabuto’s case) coming in for some business.

Itachi took out a cigarette and lit one end of the white filtered stick. He put the cigarette to his mouth and sucked in the smoke, “first timer huh?” Itachi guessed from the way the silver haired male was fidgeting and avoiding his gaze. “Well, you mind telling me why you’re in this business seeking me out as a client. That’s not how things work around here. What makes you think that I would want a whore for the night?” Itachi was testing this new male, just in case he was an Anbu black op or a leaf nin in disguise. He wanted to know how the male knew that he would want a whore.

“I think that you are, just call it intuition!” Kabuto replied, trying not to gag on the smoke from Itachi’s cigarette. “You just had that certain vibe is all. Lets just say I got into some trouble at my village and I’m strapped for cash.”

Itachi believed the male. He did need someone for the night, since his fellow Akatsuki members refused to engage in his sexual activities. Orochimaru was the reason for that, now the other Akatsuki members viewed him differently after that incident. “You’re right, kid! I was looking for company and you have just got lucky! Let’s go!”

Kabuto followed the Uchiha five blocks down to a particular motel. Kabuto anticipated what was to come next. He was still nervous. He hoped that his cover doesn’t get blown. His mission was be a complete failure and he did not fancy getting on his master’s bad side.

Itachi glazed at the “male prostitute” and half way smiled, pointing to the direction of the bedroom, “ I’ll be ready in a minute . . .”

Kabuto just nodded and walked slowly to the room. He silently cursed Orochimaru every step of the way. The sannin can be sadistic when he wanted to be. He was sure that after he had received news of this current mission, the snake sensed his mood. His master was great at reading his moods and thoughts, he was the only one that could.

He sat on the huge futon in the motel room. He wanted this mission to be over with so that he could just forget about the whole thing. He hated sleeping with anyone who looked like the little crybaby Sasuke. Well, Itachi did look like his younger brother. Even after all of the times he had been in Orochimaru’s bed, he’d be more confident in bondage play with another person, WRONG!!!! He hoped that his master was horny as hell and going nuts without him.

The Uchiha came back with a black leather bag that was apparently almost full. He stayed glued to his spot on the bed. He felt the need to question Itachi, for his own safety, “hey what’s in the bag? You travel a lot or something?”

“You could say that . . .” The Uchiha pushed Kabuto into the bed, none too gently, and started panting hard. Kabuto felt his hand being grabbed and put up against Itachi’s hard on. Itachi grabbed both of Kabuto’s hands and tied them to the bedpost. ` Apparently, my hands are not needed for him to get off’ Kabuto thought to himself.

Kabuto’s pants were removed with one quick movement. This was becoming animalistic, Kabuto felt bad for any first time hustler whose first time was with this guy!!!! Orochimaru was no near as brutal as the Uchiha, behind close doors the sannin was as loving as he could be in a bondage sex play. This Uchiha was no where near loving.


Girls who are boys

Who like boys to be girls

Who do boys like they're girls

Who do girls like they're boys

Always should be someone you really love


Itachi took off his own clothes and took out a kunai. Kabuto tried to calm himself down, reassuring himself that he had self-healing powers, every kunai slice would just heal. He was still scared for the first time in his life. `Orochimaru, you son of a bitch!’ Kabuto thought in his head, ` this mission is a suicide mission!’

Kabuto silently counted the slices on his skin. He was also smacked in the face like he was being tortured. He had also felt needles in his chest. He held in his scream. He gazed up at his torturer who loved the torture he was given the silver haired male. Kabuto bit back another scream as he felt another needle go into him.

“Don’t be afraid to scream for me, twinkie,” Itachi purred at Kabuto.

Kabuto hated the name given to him. ` Twinkie?! I am not a Twink! Who does he think he is?!’ Kabuto felt Itachi’s member go into his entrance, Kabuto let out a loud scream, he was use to being prepared beforehand. Itachi gave him no time to adjust, Itachi thrust into him hard. Kabuto bit back his tears.

Kabuto was only lubricated with his own blood. He felt the increase in Itachi’s pace, signaling that he was about to cum. Kabuto felt Itachi’s substance inside him. He was unbound and all the needles were removed from his chest. He walked toward the shower not saying a word to the Uchiha. He simply didn’t want to.


After his shower was over. He saw 10,000 ryo on the table as his payment for the sex. Itachi was passed out and sleeping on the blood soaked bed. He put his wrinkled up clothes back on his body and his sandals. He remembered why Orochimaru had put him on this disgusting mission in the first place and started looking in the bag that Itachi brought in there. After he had found the journal, he flipped to a random page out of curiosity.

What he read shocked him. ` Why didn’t Orochimaru tell me about the incident?’ He decided now was not a time to think. He walked out of Itachi’s motel room with the cash and journal and ran straight back to his hideout in this town for the night.

Author’s note: If you want this story to continue; send me a review. The lyrics to the story is Blaqk Audio’s `Girl’s and Boy’s’ .