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Naruto Fanfiction // The Gala - Part II 
11th-Feb-2012 03:59 pm
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Title: The Gala
Series: Monoshizukanohi//Naruto AU
Author: Darkprism
Genre: Drama/Romance/Kink
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Primary is Itachi/Kimimaro/Haku with references to three-quarters of the Monoshizukanohi world.
Word Count: Complete Save for Individual Section Editing
Warnings/Notes: Language, D/s relationships, references to abuse, fandom crossover, BDSM, impact play, nudity, language, gothic motif, side story, anal, oral, voyeurism, etc.
Spoilers: None whatsoever.

Summary: Upon their return from a cruise of the world, Haku suggests that Itachi and company throw a party...

A/N: This is a birthday gift for my friend, Kimya, who said she would love to see, "Haku playing the piano." The rest (d)evolved from there.

I'd like to say that there are 22 people represented in this story from six fandoms. Because I like to make things easy on myself. XD

Happy birthday, girl. Hope you enjoy. <3




"It is my sincere delight that we are well met within it," Itachi said, and Neji's smile was as radiant as it was cunning. Itachi turned to Shikamaru. "Excellent to see you again. I did so enjoy our last meeting."

Shikamaru chuckled, a faint flush coloring his cheeks. "I appreciated your, ah, willingness to answer my call of need."

"It was our pleasure," Itachi replied, fondly remembering his boys lying bound side by side with impaled sex organs straining for release they would not find for many hours while Itachi patiently walked Shikamaru through a tutorial on urethral play. "I trust your endeavors were fruitful?" Itachi asked Neji, politely.

"Entirely," Neji answered, and Shikamaru managed to squirm while standing and staring at the floor. Such a pretty sight, that; it sped Itachi's heart and had him pulling Kimimaro closer.

"Kimimaro," Neji said with affectionate reverence, reaching for Itachi's sweet boy.

"Master Neji," Kimi intoned, inclining his chin and quickening when Neji took Kimi's hand and brushed lips to the knuckles before letting go. "And Master Shikamaru."

"Hey," Shikamaru answered, leaning against his Master when Neji drew him near.

"Are we the first to arrive?" Neji asked.

"You are," said Itachi.

"Told you we'd be early," Shikamaru mumbled.

"And despite what you may think, that's not a crime." Neji kissed Shika's temple, eyes alight on Itachi. "I suppose it would be too much to think that your younger brother would beat us to this soiree."

"Ah," Itachi said, the regret real. "He and his lover declined to attend tonight."

"How unfortunate."

Itachi chuckled at Neji's insincerity, but he couldn't blame the man. Itachi knew better than most how impossible Sasuke could be. "Well, I believe my sibling is as yet discomforted by my situation."

Shikamaru snorted. "He just hates getting shown up."

Kimimaro laughed, coughed, glanced at Itachi and then stared at the floor. Itachi ran fingers up and down Kimimaro's spine. "The depths of my gratitude for my lovers' desires of affection, position, and loyalty are without bounds. It pains me that Sasuke would let jealousy trump such a truism, but it is a circumstance that I cannot fix."

"Well said," Neji praised, practically purring, and sleepy delight fluttered in Itachi's breast. In response to the compliment or in curiosity as to what the beautiful Hyuuga would be like lost in a state where Neji could do little more other than sing a soft song of pleasure, Itachi didn't know. Likely both. Itachi didn't care to limit himself by considering merely one side of any equation.

"I'm sure there will be plenty of people to keep the occasion entertaining," Neji continued. "Who else might be attending?"

Itachi inclined his head toward Kimimaro, who straightened for the explanatory task. "Easier to speak of who will not be coming, first. Masters Iruka and Kakashi sent their regrets, as did Master Tenzou."

Neji clucked his tongue. "Not even an offer as sweet as this could move Tenzou from his self-inflicted penance, I suppose."

"Suffering is rather a lost art." Itachi kept his contradiction careful, and he closed his eyes briefly when Kimimaro squeezed his arm. "The man will ache for so long as it suits him."

"I fear you are correct," Neji said dully.

"We sent our concerns in reply to Master Tenzou's response," Kimimaro said, nervous and earnest and entirely perfect. Itachi continued to pet the sweet boy's lower back. "I hoped that perhaps he might be spending an evening with Master Asuma, who will also not be attending," Kimimaro finished.

Neji laughed. "Good for you for the effort to introduce surrealism into Asuma's existence."

"Whatever do you mean?" Itachi asked, but with a deliberate inflection that none of the men missed.

"Masters Byakuya and Renji send their apologies for being otherwise engaged, and Masters Kakazu and Hidan are still touring holy lands abroad."

Itachi thought it unfortunate that the heir to Kuchiki Stone could not make it, as he liked the somber, contemplative man. Byakuya had a kinky streak ten miles wide, and that Renji character seemed well equipped to handle every inch of it. He said nothing on the matter, however, observing Neji make mental note on the location of the two rather volatile players, Hidan and Kakazu. Itachi kept his expression neutral. He knew that truces were often built on unstable foundations, and he had no qualms with Neji keeping an eye on Kakazu and Hidan, nor did he regret his connection to the pair. There were amusing and often up for heated debates ending in bloodshed. Such things were not beyond Itachi's purview of enjoyment.

"That's quite the list," Shikamaru observed.

"Truly," Itachi agreed with a smirk that he was told could chill the ice caps. "But never fear, your Master's hunger for expanding social connections among the eccentric will be well fed, this eve."

Neji was about to parry, which would no doubt be as amusing as it was thrilling, but the steward clacked heel and bent on a ninety degree angle. "Kisame Hoshigaki."

"Case in point," Itachi mused, bracing for impact as the imposing man strode across the room. Born of Japanese and Armenian parents, Kisame was a complex array of throwback genetics. He was slightly taller than Itachi, with a broad, flat face, thick lips, strong chin, and dark hair and eyes. In his early forties, Kisame still maintained a muscular physique that rivaled competitive strong men, and tonight his tux was a simple black affair with a very standard bow tie, but the fit was expert and the lines crisp. Diamonds gleamed in both earlobes and from multiple rings worn on various fingers, and when he smiled, Itachi saw the tiny clear gems that were embedded in the enamel of Kisame's front teeth. Trading in antiquities did serve Kisame well.

"Itachi," Kisame growled in a rasping, gritty voice that indicated a set of lungs marred by smoke. He took Itachi's outstretched hand, and, with a warning flick of deep-set eyes, tugged Itachi into a rough embrace.

"Kisame. Welcome to my home."

"'bout time you came out of your hole."

"All things on their own schedule."

Kisame roared a laugh. "Meaning you'll do what you damned well please." He shook Itachi's shoulder and retreated with a nod of his head that was the saving grace to shore up Itachi's irritation. "You've not changed. But tell me," Kisame openly admired Kimimaro, "is this really Oro's old boytoy?"

Itachi was about to offer an appropriate retort, but Kimimaro bristled, and met Kisame's eyes with a defiance that inspired such pride and joy in Itachi, it stole breath and words. "I am my own man, if you please, Kisame, and it suits me to pledge allegiance to a Master who cares for my heart and well-being."

"My brother in submission speaks true," said Haku, and Neji, Shikamaru, Kisame, Itachi, and Kimimaro all focused on the slender, beautiful boy who glided into their midst to smile with equal parts disdain and pleasure. "And were I be so bold and brazen, I would request that our beloved Master's ears not be sullied with reminders of lives long left to decay, for all that my brother and I know of, now, is the sincere joy of service to our lover and Master, Our Lord Uchiha."

Kisame was silent along with the rest of the group, and then he brought his hands together in slow applause. He planted his feet, crossed his chest, and bowed low to Kimimaro, Haku, and Itachi. Kisame always was irritating in his ability to do the surprising. "Itachi, you've outdone yourself."

"A group effort," Itachi said, shifting his weight to accommodate the slight swell of his cock.

"My Lord is too kind," Haku said, and he extended a slender hand to be caught and kissed by Kisame. "Would you be gentleman enough to accompany me to refresh my drink and fetch you one of your own? The bartender on duty tonight is thoroughly skilled."

"To hear more of your sweet song, little bird, I'll try to remember my manners." Kisame flashed a toothy grin to Haku's fearless chuckle.

"My thanks," Haku replied, curling around Kisame's bicep. "And have no doubt, dear friend, for should you lapse into old ways, I'm certain My Lord can remind you of the gelding practices of yore."

Kisame positively cackled, and Itachi had to busy himself inhaling Kimimaro's hair, else he laugh out loud at the unmasked look of horror on Shikamaru's face.

"I believe we'll follow," Neji said.

"Awesome," Shika muttered, but went along as the foursome headed toward the nervous, bartender target.

Itachi watched them go, tightening his hold on his partner, who had just stood up to a man who knew Kimi from Before, and who had just asserted power and choice and the satisfaction therein. "You are beautiful in every way, my sweet, brave boy," Itachi whispered to a shaking Kimimaro. "In strength and obedience, you arouse my interest and my very being." Turning, Itachi purposefully slid his groin against Kimimaro's thigh, and the very real evidence of the truth in Itachi's words pulled a sound that translated to gratitude and eagerness in Itachi's mind. Kimi's cheeks darkened, lashes lowered, and the metal through lip and flesh shined in distracting and appealing ways. Kimi covered and clung to Itachi's hand, and Itachi managed to place another kiss to Kimimaro's temple before Sasori and Deidara were announced, and the couple began to traipse toward them. Itachi carefully stayed pressed against Kimimaro, unwilling to break the contact that his boy seemed to need for solace.

"Always did love your little palace in the hills," Deidara said by way of greeting, and Itachi took a few seconds to lift himself out of the concentration he adored giving Kimi and Haku.

Deidara's ballgown helped.

Resplendent in crimson silks that spilled from a fitted bodice covered in black lace panels, Deidara positively preened, flipping open a red lace fan in a coy gesture. His eyes were lined and artfully enhanced, cheeks rouged, lips colored in shades of blood, and his blond hair was piled high in a nod to Victorian wigs. His shoulders were made narrower by the width of the skirts, his waist carved by the bone stays, and the cut of the gown was French, the top of the bodice barely covering nipples. He wore garnets encircled by diamonds on his fingers and about his throat, and his skin was dusted with a pale powder that smelled like a garden.

"Why, Itachi, I do believe you're staring," Deidara teased, smug in his beauty and lessening it with the pride.

Sasori snorted. He wore a traditional, formal Japanese kimono in black silks, the only adornment on the fabric the five kamon. In his hand, however, was a thin, reed-like cane. It, too, was black, though shiny, and its head was wide and flat, like a crop. Sasori tipped his wrist and snapped the instrument through the air, landing it across the front of Deidara's skirt. Deidara took the warning in stride, sidestepping to touch Sasori's elbow and to curtsey when Sasori bowed.

"It's lovely to see you both," Itachi said, entertained as always by Deidara's love of Sasori's unchecked cruelty.

"You're looking well," Sasori said, voice its usual flat monotone. Itachi didn't take offense; he understood that for Sasori to speak civilly at all to anyone was a compliment and a mark of respect.

"As are you." Itachi indulged himself by gesturing for Deidara's hand, which was promptly given. Instead of kissing or squeezing it, however, Itachi smiled at the impish Deidara and smacked the back of Dei's hand like a parent might do to a small child. Itachi didn't bother restraining the force, either, and Deidara flinched, pupils dilating and tongue snaking to wet a lower lip.

"Behave, pretty," Itachi warned. "Or I'll ask Sasori to withhold his torture while you're under my roof, and invite him to stay as my revered guest for as long as he wishes."

Deidara's expression turned bleak, but he curtsied lower, chin to sternum. "Thank you, Lord Itachi."

Sasori gave Itachi a look that bordered on pleased, and took Deidara's arm and steered them further into the room. Haku swept to Deidara and gave kisses to both Deidara's cheeks.

"Didn't we invite someone to keep those two occupied?" Itachi asked Kimimaro.

"We did, Master."

"Thank God," Itachi sighed, and Kimimaro rested his head on Itachi's shoulder with a light laugh. Itachi encircled Kimi with one arm, holding the boy and taking a moment's peace. In short order, Deidara earned several strikes from Sasori's cane, and Dei's delighted shrieks filled the room over Kisame's raucous laughter. Haku clapped and twirled like a schoolgirl, calling for two shot glasses and linking arms with Deidara to drink them dry. Neji bowed to Sasori, gesturing toward the cane, and Shikamaru said something that earned a laugh from the Hyuuga and a long stare from Sasori, appraising and interested.

It was so odd to see the elite mingle in his library like it were a common thing, and Itachi puzzled over his contentment until the steward's voice rang out like the blat of a horn: "Soubi Agatsuma."

"Master," Kimimaro murmured, in encouragement, Itachi thought, though Itachi held his ground and didn't cross to the hesitant man entering the room and embrace Soubi as he longed to do. None of Itachi's past was a secret or a mystery to the two men who shared his present, and both his boys knew what Soubi meant to Itachi. The studious, pained, broken child was near and dear to Itachi's heart, though when he last knew Soubi, when he had the quiet, aching child bound and begging and finally nearer to bliss rather than to grief, said heart was still encased in frigid steel.

Soubi stayed near the doors, toying with his hands and tugging at the sleeves of his plain, traditional tuxedo. The cut didn't suit him, and the white scarf he wore around his throat and tucked beneath his vest hurt Itachi, struck vital organs in killing blows.

"Master, please," Kimimaro begged. "Go to him before he simply leaves."

Itachi mustered the courage to do as his boy requested, but Haku was already there. Cautious and genteel, Haku approached the tall, lithe blond swathed in rented attire. Haku waved a hand in the air, a flippant gesture of artificial irritation, and Soubi's shoulders relaxed by fractions. Soubi stepped nearer Haku, who read the language like an open book and took the opportunity it offered. Haku clasped both Soubi's hands, Soubi blinking behind round-framed glasses in shock, and, with a silver tongue and careless toss of curls, Haku eased Soubi over the initial fright and toward Itachi and Kimimaro.

Itachi didn't have the words for the love he held for Haku in that moment. Nor for the affection that tried to drown him when Kimimaro gently, oh so terribly gently, urged Itachi a step forward while taking a position a pace behind.

"Really?" Haku was saying. "What do you study, there?"

"Art," Soubi answered, still so unsure but so incredible for the courage. Soubi's natural poise tried to rise to the occasion, faltering but strident. "Art history, actually."

"Oh!" Haku replied. "Do you know Deidara, then?" He gestured toward the man in question. "He's a sculptor of some renown in the area."

"I-I've seen him," Soubi said, but his eyes had landed on Itachi, and Haku bridged the gap between Itachi and Soubi, holding a hand of each.

"My Lord, I've met and fetched you Soubi, who tells me he's a student at Monoshizukanohi University, and who is, I fear, most worried to have joined a room full of such eccentrics." Haku smiled at Soubi. "I've reassured him we'll take good care of him. Keep him close?"

"It'd be my honor," Itachi said, and when Soubi's face fell into a scowl to mask the rise of unwanted emotion, Itachi allowed himself to hug his lost submissive, to tuck Soubi's head into Itachi's chest and neck, and to murmur a soothing sound. Soubi was stiff, startled by the affection, but Itachi paid it no mind. The reaction, the party, the room, and the sentiment of others be damned, he would not let himself repeat negligent errors, nor have Soubi think for a second that being here was a mistake. "I'm so glad you came, Soubi. Thank you."

Soubi let out a shaky exhale, resolve weakening before the force of Itachi's honesty, and at long last he gripped Itachi's jacket, struggling not to break away but to give himself permission to accept the assurance. Itachi removed his hat so he could better form a cocoon around the man in his arms. Haku placed it on a nearby table, and both Haku and Kimimaro flanked Soubi, understanding and empathy clear in their eyes.

"Stop it," Soubi muttered, retreating slightly to remove his glasses, which had fogged. Discovering he did not have the leeway to wipe them, he folded them, instead, obviously working hard to keep his voice steady despite eyes that swam in clear seas. "Please. All these people. Don't want to make... or be..."

"You speak as though those assembled in this room have not seen tears," Itachi said, thumb wiping a wet line from Soubi's cheek. "Or that they don't have memory enough to remember our time together or experience to know that reuniting can be overwhelming for the most mastered of men. I assure you, Soubi, no false judgment will fall upon you while in my home."

Soubi's fist clenched around his spectacles, and he wouldn't look at Itachi directly. "I'm such an idiot," he said, but Itachi recognized that the phrase was not a statement at all, but a question hidden in self-reprimand, a plea for assistance to put doubt to rest.

"I should have said good-bye," Itachi said, and he cherished his men for their synchronized approach to touch Soubi's shoulder and back when Soubi tried to get away from the truth so desired but so difficult to hear. Itachi chased after the retreat, conquered the brief resistance, and returned Soubi to the circle of Itachi's arms. "I've thought and worried for you, Soubi, and you were not wrong to think such feelings still exist. They do."

Now Soubi began to shake his head, and Itachi cupped a palm over Soubi's nape, rubbed and stopped the unconscious denial, not letting it take root. "And while I cannot be the Master I know you need, I hope you'll let me be the friend and the comfort you may seek."

"God," Soubi said, bowing his chin, and when he couldn't move, when he strained against the gentle entrapment and discovered its solidity, he trembled, violently. Haku petted Soubi's hair, and it was a marker of how distraught Soubi was that he didn't seem to notice. Itachi waited with cultivated patience in the pregnant silence of the library. He felt the genuine concern emanating from the likes of Neji and Shikamaru, heard the rustle of silk and pour of wine and liquor. For all Itachi cared, they could stand like this for the entire night and into the days beyond. Soubi needed to understand Itachi's intentions, needed to be given moments to find joy in belief, and Itachi could hold the line indefinitely with such ends in sight.

Soubi's mouth opened, closed, formed a clamped line, and for a terrible second, Itachi thought he'd lost Soubi behind the walls Soubi had to create around a core so wounded. He thought Soubi would tell Itachi to let go, and Itachi would obey without question. Itachi would never blame Soubi for such a choice; he knew he'd wronged this gentle, masochistic creature. Itachi had committed the crime of listening, tending, and then vanishing, and though Itachi knew he'd never promised more than fleeting encounters, knew he could not blame himself for creating those boundaries or for needing the temporary or the leaving in the face of great change, he would mourn the death of future opportunity to make amends should Soubi choose to keep distance.

Sniffing, Soubi unfolded and returned his glasses to his nose, swallowed, and dared a glance at Itachi. The millimeter lean toward and not away was enough for Itachi to feel comfortable holding Soubi against him again, and though relief was thick on the air, the steward was lost and uneasy enough that he didn't announce the arrival of the next guest. Clack, step, drag went heavy cane and slow tread, and Nagato entered to the steward's embarrassed fumbling, to Deidara's gasp and the snap of Sasori's reed, and all fell to echoes in the trilling silence.

Now it was Itachi's turn to want to bury himself in the arms of his lovers, as at the sight of His Excellency, of Pein Incarnate, of Itachi's old lover, Master, and mentor, Itachi's knees went watery while his backbone hardened. Nagato emitted a presence that was unlike any other Itachi had ever encountered: malignant, terrific, interest coupled with miasmic sadness. Nagato walked the earth like it was a graveyard meant to be plundered for corpses to animate into false companionship. Pein was a keen man, sometimes a kind one, but always an intimately understanding one. A strange trait found in a sadist so enlivened by blood and torment, but Itachi knew better than most that Nagato treasured those who could survive beneath the lash Nagato lived to give, and Nagato cherished and craved any affection that might be left over after the wounding was finished.

Nagato scanned the room, his umber eyes strafing constantly with the Nystagmus affliction. His tuxedo was deep purple with vertical stripes with a matching vest and a thick, black silk tie in an old fashioned knot. He wore a black hat, a pocket watch on a chain tucked into a pouch on his vest, the claw clasp on the opposite side, and his gray-streaked auburn hair was longer, now, past his shoulders. His narrow face was handsome, high cheekbones and few lines, but pinched in eternal suffering. Arthritis slowed Nagato's step and interrupted his sleep, but it never impinged on his swing.

With a quick rise and fall of eyebrow, Nagato started for Itachi, Soubi, Kimimaro, and Haku, the cadence of his approach timed to Itachi's pulse. Nagato nodded in greeting to the rest of the assembled, and Kimi and Haku faced front, bowed, and stood on either side of Itachi, who continued to cradle Soubi.

"My Martyr," Nagato said, inquisitive stare on Soubi, who, for his part, shivered at the sound of Nagato's accented, rich voice. "In care of the fallen, I see."

"So was I caught, so I must repay the favor."

Nagato's cane heralded his final approach, and he paused an arm's length from Soubi. He seemed sympathetic and wistful, and Itachi rose above the trained longing to dive into the need to please this esoteric and exotic man. "A pretty one," Nagato murmured, syllables slow, "to whom the alms are due."

Itachi met Nagato's silent question with one of his own, and entire conversations as to the nature of Itachi's slight, the pangs of regret Itachi harbored, and the inquiry after Nagato's possible interest happened in a strike of intuitive lightning. Nagato answered Itachi's query with a lingering look at Soubi, a slight upturn of lip, and an infinitesimally small tilt of chin. A spark of hope ignited in Itachi's guts, and he saw the path to a peace treaty to stop a war fought on two fronts. There may be a way to ease two sets of grief: Soubi's shattered hope and Nagato's magnified loneliness. Perhaps at one time, it would have been too much even to contemplate; too perfect and too tidy. But after one discovers the sun still shines despite all the gray, idealism was an easier medicine to swallow.

Gingerly, Itachi unwound Soubi to grasp Soubi's shoulders and saw with amazement and veneration that Soubi was floating. Unseeing eyes, blush tinting the tips of ears and face, Soubi was losing ground in the fight to stay present and accounted for. Itachi knew Soubi: the man probably had fretted and thought over this meeting for weeks, worried over it all day, likely nearly died twice on the ride to the manor, and had almost fled after being announced and again after being embraced. Soubi ran from potential contentment for grounded if tragic reasons, and it was no wonder the poor man was overwrought.

"Dear Soubi, let us--"

"Yes," Soubi whispered, more a rasped breath of a word than a real expression of language. He tried to say more, but Itachi silenced him with a kiss to his forehead. Itachi didn't like making anyone admit to something difficult twice unless absolutely necessary.

"Then friends we will be and comfort you will have, gentle Soubi. Kimimaro, could you guide Soubi to the restroom and atrium, let him relax away from the rigors of the gathering before dinner?"

"Of course, Master," Kimi answered, but Soubi flinched, shoulders hunching.

"What is it, dear one?"

"Could... could he escort me?" Soubi asked.

Kimimaro looked at Haku, who glanced at Nagato and smiled triumphantly at Itachi. Game, set, match, My Lord," Haku chirped without actual speech. "Well played."

Kimi stepped away from Soubi in pre-emptive acquiescence, and Itachi and Nagatos' eyes met. Itachi made his gaze unmovable, unwavering, and Nagato responded with a tightening grip on the head of the cane, a single blink, and a brief touch of palm to chest: a promise of respect that Itachi knew Nagato would keep. Itachi smiled at the man who broke him into pieces so that Itachi could reform his ashes, and Nagato clack-stepped closer. Soubi's tiny groan was music to Itachi's ears.

"The halls are twisted, the lighting poor, and the doorways many," Nagato said, breath moving strands of Soubi's hair. "But I know my way through much enacted practice."

"I get lost easily," Soubi answered, still hanging on to Itachi's lapels and pressing his temple to Itachi's lips.

Nagato leaned further, played a single finger touch to the seam of Soubi's jacket. "Then you should take my arm, little one, for I will guide you to find your peace around the course of events or join you in the dark for adventures to be found in wicked company away from prying eyes."

Soubi's breathing hitched, he stood on tiptoe to kiss Itachi's mouth, and spun, unsteadily until Itachi caught him. Itachi restrained both of Soubi's arms and presented him to Nagato, who didn't retreat from the invasion of personal space by one degree. Soubi's gasp was loud, cut in the center, and Nagato never blinked in the sweeping assessment from Soubi's eyes to shoes to head, again, and offered a gloved hand. "Oh yes," Nagato rasped, the hunger making Itachi's groin tingle. "You'll do."

"My humble thanks, Your Grace," Soubi whispered. Itachi let go, and Soubi transferred his hold from Itachi to Nagato in a simple movement that carried significance enough to make both Haku and Kimimaro sigh.

"Always interesting, My Martyr," Nagato said, heading for the door with Soubi in tow and pausing in front of the steward who tried with all sincerity to look like nothing unusual was happening. "Until dinner, then?"

"As you wish," Itachi said, with a nod and a pang of jealous nostalgia quickly buried beneath eternal thanks, as both his men clung to him, and all three of them waited until Nagato led Soubi from the room.

"Perhaps a seat, My Lord?" Haku said with unveiled respect.

"Yes, lovely boy, I think that's wise." Itachi's lovers assisted Itachi into a winged back chair, and Itachi pinched the bridge of his nose. He was at once drained and quickened by the unfolding of circumstance, and the solace of his treasures' presence was a gift from the gods, themselves.

"I'll fetch something to drink," Kimimaro said, trotting toward the bar.

"For what it may be worth, I believe you just did a remarkable thing."

Itachi looked up at Neji, who stood on the fringes of the circle the furniture made. Itachi gestured to a sofa, and Neji sat, Shikamaru standing behind him. The other guests milled around aimlessly, and Haku left to entertain them when Kimimaro returned with a glass of cool water, no ice. Itachi sipped. "Thank you."

"Starrk Coyote-Coletti!" The steward bellowed, evidently making up for his oversight with Nagato by adding volume to ensuing announcements.

"Kimi," Itachi said, and the tone was all the detail Itachi needed to give. Kimimaro fled to head off Starrk, who wasn't intolerable by any means, but Itachi couldn't handle the heir to the sports car fortune at the moment. He glanced at the latest guest, admiring the gleaming white tuxedo and matching fedora, with midnight blue hat sash, vest, shirt, and tie. The ensemble would look ridiculous on most people, but with the Italian skin and coloring, it made Starrk look like an extra in a gangster film, which suited the lazy bastard far more than it should. The bone tattoo of a monster's bottom jaw encircling Starrk's neck certainly aided the illusion. Itachi knew Starrk from Haze. Starrk never played, always observed, and Itachi often wondered if Starrk's lover, a half-sister by the name of Lilynette whose involvement with Starrk was quite the scandal, didn't like the lifestyle or if she sent Starrk to the club to get ideas.

"Who's that?" Shikamaru asked, leaning to speak to Neji.

"A playboy who amuses me," Itachi answered, relaxing when Starrk seemed all too enthralled by Kimimaro's metalworks. "No one of note for your political radar, Neji, I fear, though now that Haze appears to be shutting down, he would be a good candidate for Break."

"So he does mean to do it, then?" Neji asked.

Itachi shrugged. "Nagato always has his reasons, though he may appear fickle. He is, however, entirely true to his word."

"Izumo Kamizuki, Kotetsu Hagane, Genma Shiranui, Raidou Namiashi, and Ibiki Morino."

"Goodness," Itachi said idly, sipping his drink.

"You invited the chief of fuckin' police to--" Shikamaru began, incredulous, but stopped short when he saw the quintet.

All five men wore tuxedoes crafted from dull, black, pliable leather. Izumo and Ibiki's shirts were also black, along with their wide ties, but Kotetsu, Genma, and Raidou's shirts were crisp white. Around the latter three's throats were not ties or jewelry but heavy, wide, black leather collars, the fronts fitted with rings. Attached to the rings were fine lengths of silver chain. Kotetsu's led to Izumo, and Genma and Raidou's led to Ibiki. They all moved toward Haku's enthusiastic greeting with a sort of begrudging pride; as though they were waiting a challenge to their presentation. Itachi rather enjoyed knowing that no such negative advance would be made. The men were quite free to slave or enslave in this house.

"Technically, no," Itachi answered Shikamaru. "We invited two police officers, Genma and Raidou, who met Kimimaro during my boy's divorce from his previous Master. They, in turn, requested Ibiki's admittance, and I granted it. Now that I see the why behind the proposal, I must say I'm delighted I did."

"Undoubtedly," Neji said, distracted and rising. "If you'll excuse me?"

Itachi nodded with a rolling wave of his hand, and Neji and Shikamaru joined the cluster of men and boys. Trays of appetizers entered the room on the shoulders of serving staff, and conversation lifted to a dull roar. Itachi laughed out loud when Ibiki made a show of appreciation for Deidara and squared off with Sasori as a result. It was a stalemate, broken by a belligerent Kisame and a joke told in poor taste, and Itachi relaxed when the strange chemistry of the guests managed to meld.

There was a scuffle at the entrance, and Itachi saw the steward quietly arguing with the boy who was running from the front door to the library with names. The steward's displeasure was merely a line of hardening muscle across shapely shoulders, and the man huffed at the ceiling. "Old man and baby chick."

Knowing precisely who that was, Itachi flinched, bracing for impact, and Gunji was laughing a high, wheezing whine before either guest came into view. Kiriwar rounded the corner first, wearing a black suit with shiny red satin lapels, vest, and tie. Gunji was in the exact opposite: blazing red suit with black lapels, vest, and tie. Kiriwar's jet hair was tipped electric blue, and Gunji's blond waves were tamed into a low tail. Upon hearing the steward finish the aggrieved announcement, Deidara shrieked, and ran for the arriving pair in a whirl of silk and curls. Gunji picked Deidara up and spun him around while Kiriwar and Sasori slapped one another on the back, and Itachi was consummately relieved when neither of the thug bodyguards to the CEO of Penchant Pharmaceuticals paid a lick of attention to their hosts. Let Deidara and Sasori keep the other duo who barely escaped padded cell doom occupied. Abitro, Gunji and Kiriwar's boss, left a foul taste in Itachi's mouth, and the bodyguards weren't much better.

Inviting them did serve multiple purposes, however. While Dei and Gunji babbled like school girls, Neji and Ibiki talked amongst their group, making record, no doubt, on new men to watch from afar. Kimimaro loosed himself from Staark and greeted his fellow poker night players, bowing to Ibiki and to Izumo in turn.

Itachi accepted a bite of shellfish from an offered tray just as the naming boy dashed away and the steward clacked heel. "Abel Nightroad and Miroku Saga."

Adrenaline dumped into Itachi's veins, and he rose from his chair to greet Abel, whom he'd not seen in many years. It'd been more than a decade ago that the Uchiha Corporation needed a consultant on a previously-military class technology investment, and Abel had been the man for the job. Abel had advised them well and with thorough honesty and then gone about business.

The background check, however, that the company performed on Abel turned up an interesting tidbit or two, and when Itachi had initially sought a companion to inflict pain and suffering, the first man he went to had been one Abel Nightroad. They had not been compatible, however, at the time, for Abel's schedule was erratic and his view of Scene did not encompass the kind of torture Itachi required. The parting had been amicable, made easier by Abel's recommendation that Itachi seek out a man named Nagato at a place called Haze, and recently Abel's name had been called to the fore yet again, as Itachi mulled over a passing comment made by one of his beloved boys.

Tonight, Abel looked artfully rumpled but attractive in his dusky gray tux lined with sleek black satin. His shirt was the color of a thunderstorm, his silver hair, now much longer than it had been in the days of military service, was pulled into a low tail held back by a shining bow, and the smile he cast at Itachi was easy, comfortable, and genuine.

"Lord Uchiha," Abel said, bypassing a handshake and embracing Itachi, instead. "It is a pleasure to see you. I'm so sorry I'm behind schedule. It's been a while since I've been this far out into the country, and we took a wrong turn or three on our scenic route."

"I'm just happy you were on the proper continent to attend," Itachi replied, enchanted by the creases at the corners of Abel's sky blue eyes. Abel's age had always been difficult to determine by appearance alone. Though the man was around fifty, now, Itachi knew, Abel seemed not to have advanced a day in the last decade. He was still slender, narrow-waisted, and graceful, and the hands covered in thin, gray gloves, were expressive in their gestures.

"I was here to house a friend," Abel said, indicating his companion and giving Itachi a pained look. "I apologize for not explaining in my RSVP that I would have a guest, I hope that's--"

"It's of no moment," Itachi said, grasping Abel's upper arm in a comforting squeeze and extending the other hand to Miroku: younger, lively, dark of hair and eyes, and wearing a set of black formal priest robes that flowed about his person in positively enthralling sways of fabric.

"Evening," Miroku said, glancing around the room with a fleeting frown followed by an expression of clear distress. "Nice land. Good house. But there are... remarkably few women in attendance to this party of yours."

Itachi wasn't sure how to answer that, precisely, and Abel chuckled, nervously. "Ah, Miroku and I are friends through the search of faith, if you will," he explained. "He was once apprenticed to a monk of a very specialized and oddly liberal order--"

"Oh! But there's food!" Miroku interjected, chasing after a servant in a mad dash, as though the man would try to escape Miroku's attentions. Itachi briefly entertained the thought that he couldn't blame the server if he did run.

"We met at a lecture," Abel summarized, sighing in a slump. "And he dropped in on me with short notice and a sob story of starvation."

"I see," Itachi said with sympathy, encircling an arm around Abel's shoulders and bemused when Abel rested his head briefly on Itachi's chest. Itachi resisted the temptation to kiss Abel's unlined brow or inhale too deeply of Abel's scent. "I trust your work goes well?"

"It does," Abel said, straightening to nod but staying within Itachi's reach.

"And I trust you are still unable to divulge details about said work?"

Abel's smile was real but chillier, sad, Itachi thought, and perhaps a touch lonely. "You are correct."

"Mm," Itachi mused, waving down a serving boy. "Excuse me, but could you fetch my friend some hot tea from the kitchen? With -- what was it, thirteen sugars?"

Abel's grin lit up his face. "You remembered!"

"Of course," said the boy, bowing and scampering off to complete the task.

"It's a hard detail to forget," Itachi admitted. "And while I have you for a moment, I must confess I have something to discuss with you at a later but nearby date, should you have such time." Abel's focus was immediate and encompassing, and Itachi made a soft sound of satisfaction. He did like this man, addiction to religion, worship of propriety, and maintenance of secret affairs notwithstanding.

"I'm in the area for some months, I believe," Abel said, quieter.

"Good," Itachi said. "And if I may be so bold as to ask, you're not, ah, involved with your wayward friend?"

"Miroku?" Abel was aghast. "Heavens no." He shuddered and calmed himself, one hand smoothing invisible debris off his jacket. "I am, as always, unattached." He stepped closer, studying Itachi, eyes straying to mouth and back again. "Does that suit your purposes?"

"It does." Itachi didn't back down a millimeter, and Abel's lips parted, insatiable appetite present, unsatisfied, and caged through willpower alone. Itachi softened his stance while his cock responded to the slight uptick of Abel's respiration. He wondered if Abel remembered their lone night together as well or as often as Itachi did, though he believed he had an answer when the backs of Itachi's fingers caressed Abel's shirt over flat belly with terrifically light pressure, and Abel's breath left in a harsh exhale.

"If you're a man, then why are you in a dress?"

Trance broken as though they'd been caught fucking in an elementary school gymnasium, Itachi and Abel turned in sync to spy Miroku flailing away from Deidara, who gave chase with gleeful sadism.

"Oh dear," Abel sighed, clasping Itachi's hand in acknowledgement of imminent separation. "I should probably..."

"Yes. Go." Itachi urged Abel toward the display.

"But I am interested," Abel said, pausing. "With you, it's always... interesting."

Itachi deliberately smiled. "We'll be in touch."

"Very well, then." Abel tipped a bow and swept toward the wailing Miroku, who flailed and fought in vain against Deidara, who held Miroku down and tried to chase protesting lips for a kiss. Itachi chuckled, and had two seconds to bask in a job well completed and a venture well initiated before the final two guests appeared in the doorway.

"Gaara Sabaku and Kiba Inuzkua."

"Damn," Kiba rasped, bending to say something to Gaara that made the redhead chuckle. Kiba held Gaara about the waist, tightly, as though loathe to let go. Itachi couldn't blame Kiba for the sentiment in the slightest, and he found Kimimaro and Haku's positions in the room for sheer comfort's sake.

"Good evening," Itachi said, sweeping toward the pair and earning the honor of greeting them first. Kiba grinned, pale green eyes flashing. Upon a single glance, Kiba's tux was plain, matte black, but further inspection showed that the lining was patterned in brilliant, royal colors. His shirt was deep blue, and he'd forgone a tie of any sort, leaving his collar undone to show a glimpse of tan skin and the very tip of a tattoo. On anyone else, it'd look uncouth, but on Kiba the incomplete attire added to the sex appeal that positively dripped off the man's canines and extremities.

Gaara was more traditional, though stunning in the rarity of formal fashion. The tuxedo was pale gray with pearly silver stitching and accents along the lapels and cuffs. His long tie, vest, and dress shirt were a red deep and rich enough to match his hair, which was longer and curling at the ends. He moved without stiffness or evidence of the violence visited upon him, and though he did not offer a hand, he did tip his chin and quirk pale pink lips in a modest effort of cordiality.

"Itachi," Kiba said, pulling the taller man into a rough embrace, which Itachi returned. "Good to see ya."

"Likewise. And Gaara, a pleasure, as always."

"Some instances more than others," Gaara pointed out, much to Itachi's pleased shock. The man had to be referring to their encounter some time ago, now, and Itachi was sure Gaara had willed that night into the hazy fugue of forgotten memory.

Gaara's expression gained a few notes of mischievous, and he stepped closer. "I need to ask you something."

"Aw, hell, here we go." Kiba sighed at the ceiling.

"Oh?" Itachi asked, thoroughly curious.

"He won't tell me about the deal," Gaara said, luminous gaze fixed stubbornly upon Itachi.

"Deal?" Itachi repeated, but Kiba clucked tongue and cocked an eyebrow, head tipping in the general direction of the rear of the manor, which was where one of the doors leading to the winding basements beneath the home could be found. "Ah," Itachi continued in enlightenment, amused. "That deal."

"Was there more than one?" Gaara asked.

"Not with me," Itachi replied, honestly. "Why won't you speak of it?" he asked Kiba.

"'cause it annoys him."

Gaara rolled his eyes, but he let Kiba kiss his hair. "I remember that night. At Break. Your first. I remember thinking it was odd to see you. Like that."

"Not so odd," Itachi said with a shrug, fascinated by Gaara's clipped way of speaking. Sensing that Kiba didn't mind Itachi divulging information, Itachi spoke further: "It was a mutually beneficial exchange. I wished to make a fair impression on the owners of Break in order to make a proposal to one of their employees, and your lover wished to put on a show that might garner your attention."

Gaara turned to Kiba, and though Itachi couldn't read the unspoken communication, Kiba evidently understood. "Don't look at me like that. I did try other shit first, baby."

"You did?" Gaara asked, dubious.

"Sure. Bought ya drinks you didn't take. Asked yer friends to give ya messages you didn't get. Sat next to ya durin' time outs at Bliss at the bar. Danced my ass off in front 'a yer booth." Kiba laughed. "Nothin'. I tried t'talk to ya more than once, too, but ya didn't hear me. Flipped me off a few times, though."

Gaara seemed to sort through that information, and Neji and Shikamaru hovered on the fringe of the cluster, waiting their turn to say hello.

"What did you get?" Gaara asked Itachi after a moment's reflection.

"A reputation with the owners of the clubs other than my history at Haze," Itachi answered smoothly.

Gaara's eyes narrowed. "And?"

Kiba snorted, and Itachi admired Gaara's razor edge awareness. Itachi conceded the point with a lowered gaze that he returned to meet Gaara's. "A play session."

"You what?" Shikamaru interrupted, and Neji and Itachi were the only two who didn't appear surprised.

"It was fun," Kiba said, grinning with a faint blush to his cheeks.

"Indeed," Itachi confirmed. "It was a delight to entertain your sweeter nature for an afternoon."

"He has one?" Shikamaru deadpanned. "You sure you got the right guy?"

Kiba leapt to the side to punch his friend in the arm, playful like a boy at recess. Shikamaru laughed, rubbing the wound while Neji stood mute, tolerating the display in relaxed humor.

"Hey," Kiba said, returning to Gaara's side and wrapping both arms around his partner, hugging. "I did what I had to do, Itachi, here, didn't suffer none for it, got paid back in kind, and it worked didn't it?"

"Beautifully," Itachi said.

"So definitely worth it." Kiba squeezed Gaara tightly, unashamed of his affection and remarkable for it.

"Yes." Gaara shook loose of Kiba and held a stiff arm and friendly hand to Itachi. "Thank you."

The words were staccato and difficult, but the intent was sincere and clear. "You're welcome," Itachi said, and accepted Gaara's offer.

Everyone closed ranks, hugging and exchanging small talk over the clink of glass and china, but further conversation or event was truncated by the appearance of two more men in the doorway. The steward moved to stand center, and all three hired hands stomped feet in smart reports. "Dinner is served," called the steward. All three men bowed, and they moved to form a curving line out of the library, indicating direction and flow for the guests.

"Ah, good," Kiba called. "I'm starvin'!"

~*~


A/N: The references continue to accumulate, HERE. Now with my entire list of links/refs for everyone's clothing.

ALSO: If you want to catch up on all the deals/plot references/etc. going on among Itachi/Gaara, Itachi and Kiba, and Itachi/Haku/Kimi and Shikamaru... or what happened with Soubi... or Nagato...

Read:
Deprivation
"Knight of Swords"
"Ghosts"
"The Tower"
Rhythm & Bruise
"Broken Interlude"
"Turning the Tables"
Comments 
12th-Feb-2012 12:23 am (UTC)
omg I'm so sad y!gal is down but at least I got to read the update :D sometimes I let a week or so without visiting LJ I feel lucky I browsed through my entries tonight.

anyway, what to say... I was giggling like a shoolgirl as the guest arrived, yeay for Kisame! :D I think it's weird that I like fic!Kisame when I wasn't specially fond of him in the manga.

I felt a bit sad Sasuke didn't want to come to the party but what can you do?

Pein and Soubi~~~ omg I like the idea with the force of 888888 suns. I'm still hoping you'll write more of Nagato~

This was such a treat as always, thanks for sharing my love.
12th-Feb-2012 05:19 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you found me over, here, too! LJ Land is my backup, and I post *most* everything I post over on Y! on here, too, though not everything.

I was pleased to throw Kisame into the mix, finally. I'm not terribly fond of him, either, but I always like the challenge of figuring out how characters like him could work in this AU world of mine. Very happy he pleased.

My Nagato and Soubi is my current obsession. *laughs* It's like... the best crack pairing ever, in my OH so unhumble opinion. *laughs* Thank you so much for the support, there, and I hope to write more of them, too!!!

Thank you for reading! <3
12th-Feb-2012 12:50 am (UTC)
SO happy you posted this here, especially since Y! is currently toes-up.

I haven't read at least half the fics on your list, so I have some more reading to do, if the wind doesn't knock out the power tonight, that is!
12th-Feb-2012 05:19 pm (UTC)
GAH, I know. Poor Y!gallery. *pet pets*

LJ Land is a nice backup, as it's USUALLY stable. Ish. XD Glad you found me over here.

Hope the wind died down! We've been having insane weather, too -- including chaos winds. May the power stay with you! And may the reading be fun.

<3
12th-Feb-2012 01:03 am (UTC)
This was great, I love how your introducing people and seeing just how they mix together. I thougt Soubi might break my heart and then dear Nagano appears. An absolute delight! Gotta say Kimi and Haku's riposte to Kisame was beautiful.

Edited at 2012-02-12 01:03 am (UTC)
12th-Feb-2012 05:20 pm (UTC)
(100 Vocab points for using the word "riposte" in a comment. <3)

Soubi breaks my heart to itty bitty pieces... and I'm SO happy to launch him at Nagato. *grins* In my head, that totally works. *coughs*

Thank you so, so much for the lovely feedback and for reading! I am happy dancing all over myself that you're enjoying.

<3
12th-Feb-2012 09:41 pm (UTC)
Huzzah - how many do I need before I win? ;)

I do like that word and I think it really defines exactly what Kimi and Haku's were saying/doing.

I couldn't agree more launching Soubi at Nagato is a wonderful idea! In the literal and metaphorical sense :)

I'm loving this sweets and now I'm off to read your Ghosts.
12th-Feb-2012 03:59 am (UTC)
I love all the characters you introduced~ and yay for Kisame!

Sad that Naruto and Sasuke didn't come to the party, they would have made it even crazier.

I do hope we get to see more of Deidara, Sasori and 'Old Man and Baby Chick; they sound like a riot!

12th-Feb-2012 04:03 am (UTC)
Forgot to add, is there a story for Soubi and Nagato? Tried looking for it but I could only find the Tower oneshot...
12th-Feb-2012 05:01 pm (UTC)
Not a whole one, per say. There is another short piece featuring Soubi that tells of what he's gone through, which I *thought* I had up here, but turns out it's only on Y!Gallery at the moment. I shall, *cough* fix that and pretend it was there all along.

XD
12th-Feb-2012 05:22 pm (UTC)
Thank you!!! I had a wee bit too much fun running the gambit of fandom and throwing more chaos into this ensemble pot.

I can just see Sasuke getting that invitation. "Dinner? And a show? At my brother's house? oh HELL no..."

*laughing*

Dei, Sas, Gunji and Kiriwar are definitely a riot. A *loud* and *colorful* riot. *laughs* I'm very happy you enjoyed them.

Thank you!
12th-Feb-2012 06:41 am (UTC)
As always I adore your stories, but this seemed to just hit me at the wrong time. It made me exceptionally mournful that Sasuke is always the bad guy or a bitchy jerk, while everyone else develops these beautiful personalities. I know he's an ass, but for some reason the decision for them to decline this just depressed me. Lol. Perhaps I'm getting a bit too involved, your stories tend to do that to me, I just wish Sasuke wasn't such a disliked character. T_T

I apologize for ranting, your story was truly wonderful. I adore what you do to everyone, I really do, especially Itachi and Shika. I'm going to go hide in a corner for posting this.

Edit: I blame listening to Florence and the Machine while reading this.

Edited at 2012-02-12 06:42 am (UTC)
12th-Feb-2012 05:31 pm (UTC)
Being involved and liking characters is never a bad thing, in my book. I'm just happy you continued to read despite the lack of Sasuke.

In my head and in this world, Sasuke is, very simply, emotionally stunted. He's getting better (as we saw in "Breaking the Pattern"), but it's a long road as *he's* just realizing that he can and wants to get better. I do see him as a drama queen/prissy man, as, well, I think I know a Sasuke or two. *laughs* Nothing wrong with being vain (especially when you happen to look like Sasuke). But he does love Naruto, and he's trying to deal with his brother.

At the same time, if Sasuke got an invitation to the Manor where his brother and two slaves are throwing a party with a "show" to follow dinner, Sasuke's just not going to be cool with that. He *is* uncomfortable with his brother's lifestyle and, (I think more for the pervasive nature of it, really, rather than anything specifically kink related, but if we're comparing, Naru/Sasu tend to keep the kink to the bedroom, really, whereas with Itachi and the Super Submission Twins, it's 24/7) quite frankly, with Kimi and Haku. They're... a lot to swallow. I think it's actually a lot less about being "shown up" as Shikamaru suspects or that he's not happy his brother is happy, as Itachi fears, but, plainly, that he's uncomfortable.

When one is trying to find his own voice/personality/backbone/strength, it can be very difficult to walk into the domain of the man you blamed for so long for your unhappiness (as, remember, Sasuke hated Itachi for what happened with their father for years). And when that person is flanked by two men who are very much in their own element but that element is (as Sasuke would see it) blind servitude, it's just a lot to swallow. Like... therapy by fire, if you will.

Anyway, if that helps, that was the logic in why they said no. I do appreciate strong feelings about characters as, well, I have them too. Thank you for reading and the chance to babble about the perspective of the various people in this world!

(Love F&tM, lol)

<3
12th-Feb-2012 06:32 pm (UTC)
Lol, you've definitely given me more than I expect. And honestly, even if you hadn't told me a lot of that stuff, every time I come back to reread one of your stories, I always stumble upon something I should have realized haha. In all honesty, I really do love the way you allow Sasuke to progress, it's not forced or too simple and easy, it's exactly as it would happen in reality with someone like him.

However, there are times where all I want to do is coddle your Sasuke because damn it, I know he tries and the little bastard will get there eventually. I just can't help but be drawn to that particular couple because it's so ... how to explain it. Charmingly SNAFU. Haha ><.

Bleh, to prevent myself from rambling anymore (all I want to do is discuss this universe with you all day long <3), I very much appreciate you taking the time to explain your intentions and logic to me. =) As far as "continuing to read despite the lack of Sasuke", I have yet to regret reading anything of yours. Ever. You're wonderful. You deserve kisses and cookies!
17th-Feb-2012 05:36 pm (UTC)
(all I want to do is discuss this universe with you all day long <3)

Awww! *hugs* Thank you very much. You are too kind, and I'm very happy you enjoy.

Mmm... kisses and cookies... yes please! *laughs*

<3
12th-Feb-2012 09:50 am (UTC)
This is going to be one hell of a dinner party :) I don't comment that much,(even anonymous,i'm shy) but I adore all stories. I find all your characters vastly entertaining..even the tragic ones.
12th-Feb-2012 05:32 pm (UTC)
Aww, hi there! Thank you so much for commenting, here, and for reading. I'm thrilled you enjoy the stories.

<3
12th-Feb-2012 12:53 pm (UTC)
All of my personal favorite pairs were not in attendance (albeit Neji, Shika, Gaara and Kiba are my top faves) but you inspire me to go outside my comfort zone to discover new possibilities, and find the love in unexpected couples. :) Thank you for posting.

Edited at 2012-02-12 12:53 pm (UTC)
12th-Feb-2012 05:33 pm (UTC)
I am always happy to broaden the fandom horizons. *laughs* As lord knows, other lovely writers have done it for me.

Thank you so much for reading and for the kind feedback. Always and very much appreciated. <3
12th-Feb-2012 09:14 pm (UTC)
I wouldn't have imagined Soubi and Nagato in a million years but you have peeked my interest and now and can't get them out of my head. I do hope you intend to give them their own story... and rather soon at that. I'm itching to see where that might go.
14th-Feb-2012 06:13 pm (UTC)
I'm really aiming to earn the Most Random Crossover Pairing That Somehow Manages to Work in an AU award this year. *laughs*

I love Soubi. I still cannot finish Loveless, as GAH but most of the characters drive me batty. But I love the fandom, and Soubi just won me over with the first glimpse of him on screen. I wanted to put him somewhere in my world with someone, and for the longest time, said someone seemed impossible to find.

And then I wrote "Knight of Swords" and "The Tower" for various peoples (it's always the surprises that are the most fun), and Nagato began to take on real shape...

*happy sighs*

I'm thrilled you like them. They're sort of my little obsession at the moment. Thank you for feeding it. *grins*

<3
13th-Feb-2012 04:52 am (UTC)
Oh, where to start, where to start?
So many lovelies!
*checks calendar* Nope, not my birthday so I'll not question such a gift.

It's easy to see how significant/influential Itachi is in the lives of each attendee. Each moment of greeting was granted exactly the attention it deserved. Captivating and then hilarious at times.
Itachi shines as the perfect host; Kimi and Haku not to be discounted. (I think Haku has one or three callings besides perfect slave to Itachi. lol)
And then Soubi. Dear God. I had to take a few deep breaths myself. No words, really. Just holy shit that was awesome, fuck, hot, can I get an ice bath, goddamn, wipe drool, repeat!! (re: his interaction with Itachi and then with Nagato. Also the interaction between just Itachi and Nagato. Oh hell, it was a triangle of f*ck yeah)
Phew. Nagato was interesting before. Now, you could say I have a new appreciation. For your Nagato, at least. : D

Lmfao, Miroku. That. Was. Ingenious. And Dei in the dress was monumental, really. Miro being chased made my month!! No women, indeed. XD
I died at that one.

Sad to see y-gallery down like everyone else, but I'm sure glad to still have LJ as an alternative. Thanks for the post! It made my night.
14th-Feb-2012 06:18 pm (UTC)
*laughs*

Oh gods, you've no idea how happy I am that this "meet and greet" chapter is being well-met by you lovely people. *wipes sweat off brow* When I was doing it, I was a wad of complaint and angst because of the pattern: announce, describe, interact. I'm so glad that Steward showed up and allowed me to give this beast of a section some structure. God bless the little OC's that could...

Haku IS multi-talented, isn't he? I LOVE writing that boy so very much in his own power/rights now. Kimi has a warm place in my heart, too, as I love how he sort of delights in chasing after Itachi and Haku and hoping to keep the peace and watch the shows that spring up wherever they all go. *laughs*

Nagato and Soubi are my current little obsession. *Especially* Nagato (and Soubi with him, really). I. Love. That. Man. OR, well, okay... I'll admit it, if you'll forgive my writer-ly ego, I love *my* version of him. I should post the image of him as I see it in my head...

Ahem. I'm currently fitting him (and Itachi's alter-ego) into New Amsterdam (it's a fun game), and they're not, ah, leaving me alone, really. No idea how it's all going to fall out, but Lordy, it'll be entertaining.

Kyuubi1010 wanted Miroku. XD I took two character requests in a random livestream, and Chronomorphosis and Kyuubi got to pick 'em. Kyuubi chose Miroku and Chrono chose Kiriwar (I added Gunji).

I'm SOOO babbling, but point is: THANK YOU!!!
13th-Feb-2012 05:51 am (UTC)
WOW!!!!!!
I loved the speech in this chapter. I loved the way both Haku & Itachi spoke. I was sad the Naruto, Sasuke, Byakyua and Renji were not in attendance. I would have liked to see Byakyua interact with every one. I loved the greeting between Neji, Shikamaru and Itachi. I still want that fic about Itachi teaching Shika about sounding. Now I crave it even more. You tease you!!!!! I always love your descriptions of all the characters and there surroundings. You make it so easy to see ones self there with them. I am so glad that you are here as well as on y-gallery other wise my withdrawal from your writing would have become life threatening & there is no other cure.
YOU ARE AWESOME!!!! HUGS!!! <3
14th-Feb-2012 06:20 pm (UTC)
Can you imagine Itachi, Kimimaro, Haku, Byakuya, and Renji like, out to dinner?

... I think my brain just melted at the thought of all that HAIR and pretty at one table. o.O

You are not ze only one who has requested the How To Sound by the Super Submission Twins side story. lol. We'll see. I DO love the interest, and thank you.

I'm glad I've got LJ, too!!! *HUGSBACK* Thank you!!!
14th-Feb-2012 12:54 am (UTC)
This is the chronology of thoughts that went through my head when Abel and Miroku showed up:
"Hm. Don't know Abel." *goes to look up on Google*
"Can't find this Miroku Saga character...."
"Priest robes? Sounds like another Miroku I know..."
"Sob story? No. It couldn't be...."
"No. Really? It can't possibly be him..."
"LOL. That would be just like how Miroku from InuYasha would act. But no. It just couldn't be."
*stares at the computer perplexed*

*comes back later and looks at the references of fandoms*
"It IS him!!!!!!!"

Never in a million years did I think you'd put him in your universe. You made my day. I am also intrigued by Abel, and I know that both Trinity Blood and Togainu no Chi are on my "to watch" list now. The interaction between Soubi, Nagato, and our favorite trio was absolutely exquisite, as was stated by so many above. Thank you for this smorgasbord of fandoms. So looking forward to reading more, and as always, of Haku playing the piano. *bows deeply*
14th-Feb-2012 06:23 pm (UTC)
I should probably mention that I make up last names as it suits me. o.O *makes note to add that to the References lists*

I'm SO freakin' happy Miroku pleased as, *confession gong sounds* I've never seen an episode of InuYasha in my life. But the Wiki Force is strong with me. XD It's on *my* to-watch list.

I highly recommend both Trinity Blood and Togainu no Chi. The first is a lovely take on vampires and chaos and the latter is one of the better anime adaptations of a video game that I've seen. I believe the manga goes further, though I've only watched the series. It's full of delightful yaoi fun.

As I've babbled to everyone and their uncle, (*cough*), Nagato and Soubi are my current little love obsession. I'm THRILLED you liked how all that went up there. Thank you so much for the lovely play-by-play of the read-through of this chapter and the delightful feedback. *bows back*

<3
5th-Mar-2012 02:39 am (UTC)
The characters that play in your Monoshizukanohi (yes, I did copy and paste) simply fascinate me. There isn't a single one that doesn't leave me thinking: damn, I'd love to read more about this guy, even in the cases where I've *already* read more about them. My flame for Itachi has once again been fanned to epic proportions, Kimi and Haku are, once again, written perfectly, and I don't even need to mention my everlasting... let's just say love... for Nagato and Soubi. To heck with it, I'll type it anyway - OMG I freaking love those two.

Only an author with your talent can take an entire chapter of introductions and make it amusing, stimulating, heart-wrenching and cliff-hanging all at once.
7th-Mar-2012 01:35 am (UTC)
Oh you and your CTRL+V Fu.

You know exactly what I went through with this piece. *laughing* I'm so glad the characters came across as intended and that you enjoyed them, as always.

Thank you.
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