Her name is—not important. But for the sake of appearances, clients call her Nana. Short for Nanashi, she likes to think. Nameless. No one. Nothing. The thought calms her. Nana is nothing, nothing at all.

Another word for this is: whore.

"Do you ever want to get away?" he asks her once, idly, but the question sticks with her.

"All the time," she says. It's a rare moment, one where she actually shares what's on her mind.

She thinks about it a lot.

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When she sees him, she can't help but think of him at first, what an awkward guy.

He's young. Tall, too, with gangly limbs that should move awkwardly but instead have a lithe grace to them that is impossible not to notice.

Her second thought of him comes with this observation. It's merely one word: shinobi.

The awkwardness doesn't come from the way he moves, or the way he appears to be talking to his friend, another young man with the beginnings of a beard growing on him. The way he does these things is precise, well-trained, so firmly shinobi that for a moment she doubts herself, doubts the impression she got from him. It's strange, her instincts are among the best and have served her well in her line of work but for a second the world shifts slightly off its axis and she wonders.

Then, he stills. He knows her eyes are on him. And as he stills the world rights itself again, because he is—awkward, that is. The way he holds himself, the way his dark clothing seems to blot out the light, the way his hair spikes up in disarray, the way his eye is wide and dark as he meets her gaze head-on.

She doesn't look away. There's no use playing coy, they both know what they are, and recognize the truth of each other. She flicks open her fan and bats her lashes at him. It might not be ninja hand signs, but it's still a form of communication that he can recognize from across the room, just as good as if she shouted at him and much more seductive.

You coming?

She turns around and makes as if she's going back to her room. But before she takes a step, she glances over her shoulder at him, and feels him trace the curve of her cheek with his eye.

She smiles, and begins to walk, and her next thought of him is self explanatory. It is: customer.

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He's a virgin.

It surprises her a bit, she can tell in the way his mouth slants over hers. But shinobi are strange, distant people, and he's her first one of his kind, so perhaps she shouldn't have had expectations in the first place.

When she tells him this, his reaction is… kind of hilarious.

"What," he chokes out.

"You're my first," she says slowly, and her amusement grows stronger.

"I… I thought you were—"

"A whore?" She throws her head back and laughs honestly, something she hasn't done in a long time. "You didn't let me finish. You're my first shinobi."

"Oh."

She smiles at this, enjoying the soft surprise in his eyes and the distinctive look of discomfort in his shoulders. She thinks he might not like her awareness of his occupation but in the end, it matters little.

"Then I don't exactly need what you're offering anymore," he tells her after silence fills the room.

"Ah?" she breathes out, lifting a brow as she brushes her closed fan across her cheek, still clasped in her hand.

"What I mean is that, I have questions. You already know what I am, so I don't need to..." he trails off before meeting her gaze full on, "touch you."

Nana can't help but laugh at this.

"You really are a first for me, then," she tells him, not sure whether she should feel insulted or not. Either way, she's curious.

Shinobi really are a different sort of people, aren't they?

He crosses his arms over his stomach, a clear sign of insecurities—and she jumps on this. Her skill has always been reading people, especially men. Her talent, on the other hand, is knowing just exactly how to get into a person's heart (or rather, into the underneath of their clothes). Stripping away layers of cloth and social niceties and leaving only desire and warmth.

She reaches over to him, fingers coming to rest on his covered arm. That was going to change very soon, if only to tease him.

"I..." he trails off, tensing as soon as she makes contact, audibly swallowing. "I just need to know how it all happens."

"I see," she murmurs softly, letting her fingertips trail over to the edges of his sleeve, stroking the skin of his wrist and feeling the pulse flutter there. Shinobi, she thinks, is not mutually exclusive with human. "Shouldn't that be quite obvious, though?"

"Are you going to explain to me or not? I can always find someone else," he tells her, with the sort of indignant tone that tells her he is used to being respected and answered to.

"Tell me, Shinobi-san, how best do you learn?"

He goes silent.

"Most of us," she whispers to him, leaning in close to bring her hand up to palm his cloth-covered chin, "learn by action."

"I very much like to read," he responds. It's automatic. All of his attention is trained on her. There's a certain kind of power she has over her customers. A part of her revels in it, this aspect of her job.

"Do you?" she splays out her fingers on his cheek, moving closer. "I like to read as well, though I am illiterate by your standards."

"What do you mean?" His tone has a touch of wonder to it and she knows it's not on purpose. She moves closer.

"I read people," she answers. "No matter who it is, I always know what's on someone's mind."

"Then what's on mine?"

She takes the chance to tiptoe and lean even closer in, slipping her hands up to curl her fingers in his surprisingly soft mane of hair.

"I am," she tells him, "me, with my clothes stripped and left discarded. My skin, touching against yours, my warmth joining yours and the sound of my voice..." she trails off before softly whimpering, reaching with her other hand to pull at the waistband of his pants, "a sound that resonates through you...something you want to make louder and louder...until I'm screaming."

His eyes flick down to the hand at his waist, and back up to her. "Huh?"

A smile pulls at her lips. "I said," and she tugs him towards her and he helplessly draws closer, and she can feel him pressed up against her, "you want to make me scream."

For a moment, she stands like that, her chest up against him, playing with the waistband of his pants. Then she lets go, and takes a step away.

His previously unfocused gaze sharpens, and he appears to re-evaluate her.

"Teach me," he says. It isn't a request.

She decides to tease him some more, and spins on her heel, facing away from him. "So demanding," she brings a finger to her lips as if in thought.

He steps toward her of his own volition this time, and doesn't apologize. "Tell me what else is on my mind," he urges her. "I'll pay extra."

Since he asks so nicely…

"It'll take awhile," she says, and she turns back to face him again. He takes the opportunity to push her onto the bed and climb over her, determined now. "You certainly have a lot to learn."

"I've been told that I'm a prodigy."

"We seem to have quite a few things in common then," she informs him with a grin, "cause I've been told I have great skill."

"I've noticed."

"Oh?" she surges forward, hand on his shoulder before pushing and sliding onto his lap as easy as if she were breathing. She smiles down at him, entirely amused. "You haven't even encountered what I'm most excellent at."

He sounds almost a bit breathless as he asks, "So what would that be?"

With a soft chuckle, she spreads her hands over his shoulders before squeezing with her thighs. It was with instinct that she let herself move, closely rubbing herself against him with her eyes fluttering shut.

She feels him begin to harden and for this, she moans for his reward.

Slipping her hands down his chest, it's when she trails the tip of her fingers to a sliver of bared flesh that she pulls his shirt up. Her hands are warm as she touches his, feeling the lithe muscle beneath her and noticing what she had expected in him.

He feels firm, especially fit, with a sort of lean power packed into the muscles that tense under her touch. She wants him now. What was meant to be just a job, what was just another source of income, is now an indulgence, something to savor.

She isn't faking it when she whimpers, yelping as she's surprised by his sudden hands on her hips.

Part of her wants to let him do it, to let him completely turn the tables and just take her… but another part, the more prevalent voice in her head, is greatly enjoying his restricted position beneath her.

"Hands off," she tells him.

He raises his only visible eyebrow. "Isn't this a hands-on exercise?"

"No," she says, "this is a demonstration..."

He sucks in a breath, his muscles tensing as she increases the pressure on his lap. Her hips are moving, rolling and she's feeling every inch of him rise to greet her warmth. Her palms, previously so cold, catch the heat and it scorches her. Warmth envelopes her body, as if the flames tongues are licking every inch. It feels good.

(It doesn't always feel good.)

She looks down at him and catches his expression—ecstasy.

It's over too soon and he's embarrassed. She doesn't think lowly of him.

"Please come again," she says to him instead.

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E/N: This story has been in progress since the start of the year in January. Finally, after months of not realizing we could have, we're here to post the first chapter. In case you haven't realized already, this is a co-written story between two Kakashi obsessed, smut-on-the-brain weeb writers who decided to ruin some people's lives—you'll be waiting for a while with updates for this one.

Jiemae: Is this good or do you got something to add?

enbi: hi im enbi aka monstercockenbi aka hoodratenbi aka thelastuchihaenbi aka weedmanenbi aka macdaddyenbi aka edgelordenbi aka DEATH DESTROYER OF WORLDS (also join jiemae's discord server, link on her profile)

Jie: this is normal for her, I promise

enbi: literally nana is a prostitute because we were originally like fuck character development, let's jump straight to the smut, so jot that down,GODBLESS,

Jie: now we're like, let's make them suffer the fate of falling in love and being at odds in the hierarchal society they live in. should be lots of fun. hopefully kakashi cries (looks at enbi)

Thanks for reading, betta review and let us know how badly you want the continuation.