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Kakashi was on his knees at the back of a dingy club, his jaws slacked open with a cock lodged against his throat, pushing in and out of his lips. His hands gripped softly at his client’s jeans, letting the other man rut as much as he wants without having his dick accidentally slip. The ground was a little wet from the previous rain, scraping against his bare knees that trembled shakily. Everything around him was dark without enough lighting, something that he was grateful about since he didn’t have to see the ugly mug of the client.
“Good omega , so good for me. Look at you, I can scent out your slick pouring out of your hole. You like this, huh? Being gagged up and used like this?” the man growled, his hands gripping Kakashi’s head with much force.
The omega tried not to scoff. He was only slicking because of the drug the club owner gave him, one that made sure that all of the omegas in the club can be used without any preparation needed. It was uncomfortable, being wet at all times, dripping around like he was in heat, but he was used to it. Used to being in Amegakure his whole life, selling his body to pay off the debt he had to one of the mafia bosses his father had contact with.
Danzo–his boss, his owner, the man who had taken him in ever since he was 15 because of a foolish mistake his father had made years ago.
His client came with a grunt, his come covering Kakashi’s mouth and lips in thick spurts as his hips stuttered. The beta huffed weakly, leaning back on the dirty brick walls behind him. Kakashi had no choice but to lap it all up, his tongue licking the man’s cock skillfully as if it was an SOP. The bitter and salty taste did not deter him, it didn’t make him gag anymore. If this could at least chip away the huge debt he had, then he will do it.
The client quickly zipped up his pants, throwing the bills on the ground before leaving Kakashi behind in the cold alleyway. His gray, cold eyes looked at the green paper that was now starting to get wet from the puddles around him before picking each and every one of them up. He’s used to this, picking up wet and dirty money from the ground. He shivered a little, feeling the freezing air hit his skin. The elaborate lingerie he was wearing didn’t help at all, only contributing to the cold because of the ornaments sewed in.
The weather in Ame–the capital of the small Land of Rain–was never sunny. It was always dark outside, either it was cloudy or rainy with lots of thunder. The Land was a place where criminals thrived and mafia gangs grew like mushrooms, the government corrupt and the people ruthless. It was why clubs like where Kakashi worked in, the ones Danzo had, were never caught by the authorities. Instead, they enjoyed its services, wasting their easily earned money that they have extorted from the normal civilians . It wasn’t rare for Kakashi to accompany one of them drinking, giving blowjobs, or to be fucked by an officer.
He doesn’t complain. They give extra tips.
The omega brushed the dirt off his legs, shoving the money in a makeshift pocket he carried on his waist, decorated to look like it merged with his outfit. He wore his mask again, a thin layer of veil that hung across his face, covering everything from nose down. At the corner of his eyes, he saw a boy, knocking down a trash can in search of food. The omega walked curiously to the child, startling him a little as he fell onto his back. Kakashi chuckled. Did he look scary?
“Please- don’t hit me. I’m gonna go now–”
“Shh, it’s alright,” Kakashi crouched, meeting the boy’s eyes which were a beautiful green color. He took out a 500 ryo coin from his pocket, flicking it to the child. “Grab something to eat with this–and don’t come back to this area,” he sternly said, before getting up.
The boy nodded enthusiastically, before running away to the larger streets. The omega sighed. It wouldn’t be good for a child that young to linger there. Did he see him… do that ? He wished the boy didn’t–not because he’s embarrassed, he has forgotten those feelings so long ago, but because a child that young mustn’t be exposed to vulgar things like these.
He got back into the club through the backdoor, letting the sound of the club music fill his ears. It was obnoxiously loud, but the clients seemed to love it. The scent of alcohol and cigar was prominent, along with the sweet scent of other omegas and the bitter scents of alphas.
“You’re late,” a bouncer growled. He was a big, muscled man with dark clothing. Kakashi remembered him as one of the men who took him away that night .“What were you doing out there?”
“Nothing,” Kakashi curtly answered, eyeing the scar on the man’s left cheek. His blood always boiled every time he saw it, a sign of his struggle to get out of this nightmarish life, before he finally accepted everything. One would think after 7 years, the scar would’ve faded, but it seemed that his nails dug deeper than he thought, giving the man a permanent mark.
That scar was also one of the reasons why Kakashi was hated by the man. “Your next client is already here. Go and serve him already or I’ll drag you myself.”
The omega ignored him, grabbing the whiskey bottle that was lying on the nearest table to him. He chugged it down, letting the bitter burn wash off the leftover taste of jizz on his tongue. That would at least wake him up and get rid of his bitter mood.
His next client was someone he actually liked, a certain tall, broad man with orange hair and piercings. He always wore a nice shirt and a pair of dress pants like it was a uniform. Kakashi never saw him before in town, showing up only a month ago, but he had grown to like the man very much.
“Yahiko-san, you’re here again,” Kakashi smiled, sitting beside the man in the VIP lounge. He liked it when his clients were rich, it meant that he was able to sit on these comfortable sofas where it was warmer than other parts of the club. “I thought you forgot about me. You didn’t show up for almost a week.”
The man chuckled. “I would never,” he patted Kakashi’s head gently. “Go and order anything you want. Are you hungry?”
Kakashi instantly nodded. He’d had nothing but snacks throughout the day. He needed a full meal. “The french fries are okay. Can I have that? As well as some water?”
“That’s all?” the alpha frowned a little, but immediately shook his head. “Of course, anything you want, sweetheart,” Yahiko said, kissing the man on the temple.
The omega grinned as the waiter took their order, the two of them talking about whatever comes to mind. Yahiko was nice, even though he may look scary. He never got physical with Kakashi at all, only buying him drinks and wanting his company. He was flirty, but that was it. He loved asking trivial stuff, like how his day went or what he’d like to do on the weekends.
“Say, Kakashi,” Yahiko puts down his glass. “I’m going on a business trip to the neighboring land this weekend. Why don’t you take the whole week off and come with me?”
The silver-haired man snorted. “You know I can’t,” he traced the rim of his glass. “I’ll be dragged back before I can get into the car. I still have my debts to pay. Maybe, once I finish it all, I can come with you?” he smiled apologetically. It was a far-fetched dream. The amount he owed Danzo was a lot–multiple zeros and all that. Insurance, assets, everything has been sold, but none of them were able to free him from this.
“But do you want to?” the alpha asked, a concerned look on his face. “Listen–”
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the Hatake boy,” a man showed up. Kakashi’s face fell, recognizing one of Danzo’s men, a high-ranking one. “Working diligently, I see?”
“Yes, Hakino-sama,” he answered, looking down. He hated this one. He was rough in handling him, leaving him sore for days. He never let him drink nor eat during their sessions. He also hated it when Kakashi served others. The omega glanced at Yahiko, who had a hardened gaze. He didn’t want the other man to see this pathetic scene.
“I’ll pay you more than that man, so come with me to one of the private rooms,” he smirked.
“But sir, I’m still–”
“Silence!” Hakino slapped Kakashi. Yahiko flinched beside him, meanwhile the other staff around them walked away, like it was a daily occurrence. It was. “You dare defy me? Do you want Danzo-sama to hear about this, about your defiance?”
No, not Danzo. He doesn't want to meet that old man. Never. “No, I’m sorry. I’ll go,” the man tried to make himself seem smaller, before throwing an apologetic look at Yahiko.
“Hey.”
Kakashi glanced at Yahiko, who stood up and stared down at Hakino. “He’s still serving me . I thought this club has a clear system of handling their customers? If the session isn’t over, then wait . There’s still lots of other servers you can take.”
Hakino scoffed. “And who is this? Your knight in shining armor?” he sneered, ignoring Yahiko’s existence and attacked Kakashi. “No one can protect you from Danzo, boy.”
He turned to the orange-haired man. “Once he hears about this, he’ll rip your throat out and feed you to his dogs,” he spat. “Foolish boy. As expected of Sakumo’s son, do you want to die in vain like your father once did?”
“No,” Kakashi’s voice shook in anger. He’s nothing like his father, that despicable, horrid man–
“So you really are Sakumo Hatake’s son,” he heard a murmur, before Yahiko lunged forward.
The sound of bones cracking filled the air, making his head snap towards the sound. Yahiko had punched Hakino, slamming the man down onto the floor. He flipped the bodyguards and bouncers who came at him with ease, causing those huge bodied men groan in pain as Kakashi heard even more cracks and grunts. In just seconds, the man cleared out almost all of the guards around them, letting them scatter on the ground in pain.
He knew Yahiko had a nice build, it was his job to be touchy with his clients, but he never expected the man to be good at fighting.
“At least let the boy eat before you take him away,” Yahiko growled without breaking a sweat, pulling Kakashi back to the sofa. The man glared at one of the servers, prompting them to place Kakashi’s previous orders faster on the table. “Go. You need it.”
Kakashi shakily nodded, his trembling hands reaching for the food. What was going to happen next? Will he get in much bigger trouble because of this? Stupid, stupid Yahiko, Kakashi cursed in his head. He doesn’t want to have to be face-to-face with that man. He hates the punishments the old man gave him, enough to make him want to die . He’d rather suffer right now than to feel victorious against fucking mere Hakino. Sure, it hurts if he deals with Hakino, but with Danzo–
He sobbed, trying not to think about it. His whole body shaking in fear as he chewed slowly on his food. Yahiko patted him on the back, as if assuring him that it will all be okay. He must be thinking that Kakashi was crying in relief.
The food tasted bland in his mouth.
As Kakashi expected, the punishment came, and it was no less severe than his previous ones. He was locked in one of the private rooms in the club for a whole week, only given small amounts of food and water to barely survive through the day. They’d force him drink up a drug, one that made his head spin and his sight blurry as if he was drunk. Different clients come in and out of his room, using him as they please. Sometimes they come alone, sometimes they come in a group, toying and fighting over Kakashi as if he was a ragdoll. There wasn’t any time for him to be alone, everyone just kept coming . It didn’t help that some of them liked to hit, choke, or even burn him with their cigarettes.
It's evident what they did, the numerous bruises and lacerations all over his skin. His neck throbbed in pain with multiple bites, none of them accepted by the omega as a mate. He could feel the flakey, dried blood sticking on his nape and down his shoulders. He was positive it was somewhat mangled, judging from the texture of his skin. Thankfully, the scars would heal quickly. As an omega, unwanted bites healed faster, leaving no traces at all on the body. It was rather stupid, a torture for people like Kakashi, who needs to deal with monsters like those alphas each day.
To get bitten daily and heal so quickly just to entice other alphas to do it again and again… he hated it.
But it was okay. Kakashi knew he was going to leave the wretched room alive , despite the pain in his lower area and the shake in his limbs. He’d been through this several times when he was younger, when he was much more defiant. He had just hit fifteen when it happened, the pain was enough to knock him unconscious, but they just kept going . Yeah, he’ll be okay. He has to.
He has a special trick in dealing with these situations–to turn everything off and not feel anything. To pretend that he was actually out there, not in the club but walking in the rain without a care in the world. Sometimes he’d imagine himself running through the meadows like those novels he once read as a boy, to go on different adventures in different parts of the world. Or maybe, have a perfect and caring family, not one that was fucked up like his dad, who left the world and all his responsibilities on a child who didn’t know a thing about the world.
He could definitely use a heads up from his father before he died. Maybe he’d be ready for all this.
Yahiko, the stupid alpha who got him into this mess, never showed up after the incident, as he heard from one of the bouncers who was supposed to keep him from running away in front of his room. Something about calling him a coward for running away. They laughed at Kakashi, who had lost his only hope of getting out of there. The omega cursed at the orange-haired man through the first few days. He knows deep down that he was only trying to help. He didn’t know what would happen to Kakashi if he did that.
He still appreciated the man’s efforts to protect him, despite the ending.
The door opened. Kakashi’s eyes flew weakly towards the bouncer, who whistled in amusement. “I can’t believe you’re still alive after all that, fuck,” he commented, wearing a tight mask on his face. He was one of the new recruits, one that still has a conscience. He’d give extra water to Kakashi every now and then, but that was all. “Clothes. You’re free to go after this. Danzo-sama will be expecting you to be back tomorrow night.”
“Thought you were here to fuck me too,” Kakashi quipped, his voice hoarse from lack of hydration and overuse.
The bouncer merely laughed. “I’d love to, since you still look good even though you looked like you were run over by a truck,” he chuckled, throwing a bottle of water towards him, “But I’d rather still keep my head on my neck.”
He managed a smile, reaching the bottle that landed on the bed with a wince. Bouncers were not allowed to touch the merchandise. “Thank you.”
The man shrugged, walking away from the room. Kakashi sighed, downing the drink slowly, feeling the burn in his throat. He needs to go back as quickly as possible so that he can rest. The sooner, the better.
He pushed himself up, ignoring the pain in his stomach and the way all of his wounds throbbed at the same time. The omega forced himself to grab the plain shirt and pants the bouncer had gotten him, wearing them slowly so that it didn’t graze any of his scratches and burns. It was a long process, but after a few minutes of struggle, he finally dressed himself.
He felt sticky and smelly, not given any chances to bathe himself at all. He didn’t want to use the club’s bathroom, the other omegas would just sneer and insult him, even though they were all on the same boat. He slowly walked towards the club’s backdoor, where the previous bouncer stood guard. He ignored the pity in the man’s eyes. Too young for this job , Kakashi shook his head. They were supposed to be devoid of all feelings.
“Do you want me to help you go back to your apartment?” he suddenly asked as Kakashi passed by. The omega shook his head.
“Don’t give me more trouble than I already have,” he sternly said, ignoring the pain in his legs as he briskly walked through the cold night. It was comforting, the chilly hug of air that cooled down his skin and wounds.
It numbed it all up, even though he needed a few stops by the road to rest. Thankfully, the road was rather empty. There were only one to two people roaming around, the cars a little too sparse for a Saturday night. The roads were usually crowded with people, but it seemed that everyone would rather stay at home for the day. It was weird, but Kakashi was thankful for it. No one spared an eye at him, everyone minded their own business.
Until he saw a familiar young boy, walking up to him. Kakashi noticed how haggard the boy looked. He was paler than he first saw him, with sweat trickling down his face. His eyes looked manicked with fear as he gripped on Kakashi with worry. “Nii-san, why are you out!? Didn’t you hear the news? It’s dangerous!” he asked with urgency, looking around. It seemed like the boy still remembered him.
The omega stared at him in confusion. “No, I was working, so I couldn’t get out,” he frowned. “What happened, could you tell me?”
“People are missing,” the boy whispered, getting closer to Kakashi. “Murder.”
Kakashi immediately flinched. Murder was something that was common in Ame. To have the civilians scared and driven into hiding like this meant something was up. “How many?” Kakashi asked curiously as he walked towards his apartment. Surely the boy had a place to stay. If not, then the boy could stay with him for the time being.
“Lots,” he said, walking beside Kakashi alert. He was like a small guard dog. “Many disappeared in a day. Their bodies–” he pointed at a far away alleyway. The silver-haired man’s breath hitched, his heart beating faster against his chest. It was a dead body, just a few meters from them, left to rot beside a pile of trash. His chest was bloodied, his head was gone, disfigured. Its smell reached Kakashi’s nose, fouler than anything he had ever smelled before. “--are left just like that.”
“Do you have a place to hide?” he asked with a frown. His hands reached to caress the boy, but immediately pulled away before he could touch him. Your hands are dirty , Kakashi reminded himself. Don’t defile him .
The boy didn’t notice as he kept talking to Kakashi. “I do, with everyone else,” he said, not elaborating. “But they don’t catch children.”
“I see,” the omega nodded. “I’ll be careful. I’m on my way home, you don't have to worry.”
“Promise me you’ll be okay, nii-san,” he begged. “You’re nice. I don’t want you to die.”
Kakashi managed a snort. “I won’t. It takes a lot more than that to get rid of me,” he snickered, before ushering the boy to leave. “Hurry and go now. You also need to hide, right?” he whispered loudly. The boy nodded, before splitting ways with him and disappeared. The omega sighed, stretching his limbs. Surely the killer wouldn’t attack a defenseless and hurt omega like him? He couldn’t help but snort.
He finally reached his apartment. The place was isolated and dark, the building old and has an abandoned look to it. There wasn’t enough lighting to illuminate the hallways. The walls were gray and the stairs looked as if it would break if he stepped on it, but it was something he called home for years. All he wanted was a quick bath, just enough to get rid of all the fluids on and in his body, before crashing the bed and sleeping through the whole night until it was tomorrow afternoon. He was to immediately work after this, to serve customers again with his body.
He hopes no one would mind the bruises and wounds. After all, he needed the money.
He was holding the doorknob when he realized something was wrong. It was too quiet. Usually the sounds of television can still be heard in the dirty hallways, the chatter of children still around for him to listen to through the night. But there was nothing. Considering what the boy told him before, everyone should be back in their apartment, right?
However, there was no one at all.
Kakashi took a step back, ready to sprint back towards the stairs.
“He’s a smart one,” he heard someone say behind his door, which suddenly opened, revealing Yahiko with a black suit. He grabbed Kakashi’s hand, pulling him inside roughly before he could run away. The omega lost his footing, falling down on the cold floor with a yelp. The world was spinning. The fall made everything hurt once more, like he was doused in cold water. His hands and knees were throbbing from impact as he looked up to see what was happening.
His eyes widened. There was a group of people in his already empty room, with large jars of chemicals inside, stacking up and scattered throughout his apartment. It smelled horribly like chemicals, ones that would make you choke up in an instant with just one whiff. Inside, there were heads, floating in the clear liquid, their expression of pure terror locked in time. He could vaguely recognize them. They were all everyone who touched him during the whole week of punishment.
There were also some of Danzo’s men he had recognized, all who have fucked him over, those who have tormented him with so much pain. And on top of it all was Danzo’s own head, the old man’s head slowly swiveling around in the liquid, as if to announce its presence to Kakashi. Immediately his fear shot up–these men were stronger than Danzo, much more powerful than him. His chest ruptured intensely against his heartbeat, his whole body shaking in adrenaline.
Kakashi gulped nervously, swallowing down the bile that crept up his throat. He tried not to gag, breathing steadily as he looked at each and every jar that was presented to him–there were a lot of them.
He felt dirtier than ever. He never once felt that way, thinking this was just his job, just a way to get rid of Danzo from hounding him with his father's debt. But seeing all of them laid out in front of him? He wanted to crawl out of his own skin.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pull you that hard,” Yahiko said behind him, trying to help him to get up. The omega glared at him, slapping his hand away with all of his strength.
“Don’t touch me!” he shouted, voice full of malice. “You act as if you are a savior, and yet it was because of you that I got put through the punishment!”
Yahiko looked away guiltily. He knew what happened through the punishment.
“ Silence ,” a man said, his voice deep and guttural. Kakashi’s breath hitched. The one who spoke was a young man who had an eyepatch on his right eye. He had short black hair. His suit was much fancier than Yahiko’s, even more than any of Danzo’s men wore. His eye had a piercing gaze, the red irises making it look like Kakashi was staring into a monster.
“Sakumo had a deal with my grandfather,” the alpha said, standing tall and proud. He was huge, bigger than Yahiko. He was the same size as one of the bouncers in the club, Kakashi realized, as the other was standing before him. He dragged on the cigarette he held between his fingers, letting puffs of smoke escape his lips. “I see he had forgotten and got you stolen from me .”
Kakashi felt a shiver travel down his spine. He wanted to scream, but the alpha’s smokey scent choked him up. His legs felt numb, making him unable to run away. His neck went slack, presenting himself to the alpha because of his instincts. He could feel himself getting wet–the drugs still lingering in his system. No, no, no. He hated this, he hated not having control over his own body, overruled by the training the damn whorehouse gave him, overruled by his own instinct that had always betrayed him in situations like this.
“You,” Obito lifted Kakashi’s face with a finger, “Are to be mine , Kakashi Hatake.”
In an instant, Kakashi’s vision blanked as he fell down onto the floor. The sudden stress, built-up tension, and pain was enough to knock him unconscious.
If he was going to die in the hands of this man, his head immortalized into a jar full of formalin to be made into a decoration, then so be it.
He couldn’t care less anymore.