Blood of the Broken, Scars of the Spiral (there are whirlpools in our veins)

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter warnings: mentions of pedophilia. Naruto pretends to be a kamuro (apprentice oiran - prostitute) to gain the interest of a noble with an in interest in younger girls. Nothing explicit and no actual sex happens, but Naruto is put in uncomfortable situations which may be considered triggering

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Naruto fought the urge to pull off the obi that was holding the feminine kimono he was wearing to his body. He had a genjutsu put on him to look like a girl, it helps that his hair had grown back and wa longer than before. And while that in and of itself didn't bother him, the role he was being forced to play very much did. 

As he sat in seiza across from Kaeru– or rather, as the mission had dictated, from his (or he supposed, currently her)  mistress the beautiful "O-matsu-san", a chûsan oiran, the second highest-ranking oiran there was, so expensive to hire it required the connections, influence and a magnitude of wealth that only nobility, state officials and the wealthiest, most elite of shinobi and samurai could afford. 

As a kamuro, "Chinatsu-chan" (the character he playing) was meant to attend her "older sister" O-matsu-san when she appeared in public, to run errands for her and attend her needs when she met with her clients. While O-matsu-san's clients might talk to her, to try and trick her into telling them how O-matsu-san felt about them or passing on love letters, such games were known to the kamuro, who were trained to answer with child-like innocence and in such a manner that led men to believe the courtesans were in love with them. Naruto didn't really mind any of these duties.

What he did have issues with was how men seemed to believe that because he was a kamuro, they had the right to touch him, to put their hands on him and imply foul things in playful voices, some looking at him with the same lust in their eyes that they looked at the oiran. And even though Naruto was capable of breaking them now, his body honed to a fine weapon he was well-capable of wielding to deadly effect, unless given orders otherwise, he had to act as a real kamuro would.

But those were not the thoughts of a sweet, pretty doll, they were not the thoughts Chinatsu-chan would have, and Naruto let himself sink deeply into Chinatsu-chan, into the little girl who would be cosseted yet not sheltered, who knew what her future held yet idolised her "older sisters". Chinatsu-chan was soft, shy and already so lovely; Chinatsu-chan had dreams of one day being a Yobidashi chûsan, the highest-ranking of all oiran. Chinatsu-chan had never so much as witnessed death.

As Hitotsuyanagi no Kurō Ryūshirō (who he privately referred to as Ryūshiro because he just honestly...didn't have the patience for all that), the son of a wealthy noble with a cock more upright then his morals, let his hand run along the curve of his spine, Naruto shuddered and then put on the mask. 

Chinatsu-chan tilted her head in a manner that would be seductive if she weren't a child– though it seemed to be working for him– and watched from under her eyelashes. She let herself lean slightly into his touch, as if unconsciously, tucking her chin shyly as his smile widened.

"May I help you, danna-sama*?" she asked, soft and sweet. 

"I'm sure you can," Ryūshirō smiled. "Have you any sponsors for your Mizuage yet, lovely girl?"

A Mizuage was the ceremony undergone by kamuro as part of their coming of age ceremony and graduation. The kamuro would be sponsored by a patron, who through his sponsorship would gain the exclusive privilege of being the oiran's first customer. While there were official minimum ages for a Mizuage, unofficially, and for the right price, children were offered at practically any age the employer desired.

Naruto would respond to Ryūshirō's foul, insinuating question with dark thoughts of the poisoned pins in his hair and how Ryūshirō's face would turn as purple as he choked silently for air that would never come. Chinatsu-chan merely blushed fetchingly, one dainty hand pressing to a pink cheek.