Massaging the Dead

Kaguya, Arashi couldn't help but feel extremely uncomfortable. For starters he was being forced to wear something besides his regular shinobi attire, and this would include wearing a shirt and removing his Kumogakure forehead protector. Secondly, he was to be going to one of the shady massage parlors located in the village's red light district. He had always hated these places. They were generally very filthy and unkempt establishments, and more often then not they dealt in very... out of the ordinary experiences. It wasn't cool at all in Arashi's eyes, and yet here he was being forced to infiltrate one of these very dank places.

The massage parlor he was forced to venture to was one that had been under some serious covert investigation for the past few weeks. As of late the owners had expanded their illicit empire from the normal sexual pleasures to the selling of deceased and decrepit bodies. Arashi didn't know if some sick individuals were purchasing these dead bodies to fulfill their more gruesome and rotten fantasies, but what he did know as a shinobi was that bodies help unimaginable information. That was especially so when it came to the bodies of deceased shinobi. If one of these dead bodies somehow fell into the wrong hands, well, Kumogakure could have a serious breach of security on their hands. And that would be the reasoning behind his visit. The village higher ups were growing increasingly worried about the parlor's illegal dealings, and they needed a mole to spy on the operation.

As Arashi turned the corner of the street he had been on, he would come face to face with the very massage parlor he had been told to go to. From where he was standing he could see what appeared to be a security guard of sorts, and one person exited the place beaming with utter delight. Arashi contorted his face a bit before shaking his head and walking over to the disgusting building, trying his best to hide the disgust that loomed on his face. The guard would look him up and down behind their pitch black aviator sunglasses before motioning for the young Arashi to head inside. As he opened the door the loud jingling of bells echoed throughout the entrance hall, and a petite but easily middle-aged woman would walk up to him from the dimly lit hallway to the left of the hall.

"Welcome!" She greeted, sounding overly excited as she placed her soft hands delicately on Arashi's body; one on his broad shoulder, the other on his chest. "Oh, you a strong one. You want massage?" She tugged playfully on Arashi's dark green shirt, biting her bottom lip playfully as she rubbed his chest.

"Oh, you know it, baby." He replied, absolutely lying through his teeth, but doing his best to play the part of one of their more typical patrons. He couldn't be too sure, but he could swear that his face was beginning to turn red from either embarrassment from the unwelcome caressing or anger due to having to degrade himself in this manner. Either way the woman would giggle and stop playing with him, instead taking his hand and tugging lightly.

"Come, now. Come." The masseuse would guide Arashi into the dimly lit hallway, which was illuminated lightly with red lightbulbs that reflected its status as a brothel quite well. She would walk him into one of the open rooms, where in its center sat an elevated massage table and a desk that was stacked with towels and a bottle of porous lotion. Arashi couldn't help but scoff, but he ensured that it would not be loud enough for the woman in the room with him to hear. Instead he would turn back to her, a fake smile illuminating his face. "You undress now, cutie. I'll be right back." She grabbed the bottle, which sounded empty, before taking her leave from the room and closing the door behind her. Arashi would uneasily do as she told him, stripping down to his boxers before throwing the rest of his clothes in a pile on the floor. Taking a quick look around the room he felt awfully disgusted.

'If a brother is down so bad that he needs to come here to get some action, then he needs to work on his game. This shits' gross, man!'

Shaking the thought from his mind he would maneuver the pile of clothes out of the way and move slowly toward the door. Placing his ear gently against it, he could hear the slight mutterings of conversation coming from outside, but he couldn't tell what they were saying well enough. Praying he would maneuver himself over to the left wall, where thankfully the woman had gone in her venture to get more lotion.

"The next shipment arrive yet, Nezuko?" Asked an unfamiliar voice. From what Arashi could tell it was very much the voice of a man.

"Not yet, Ren." The masseuse replied softly. "Our supplier is making the drop tonight out back. They are all in corpse storage scrolls as your requested."

Arashi smirked, knowing full well that he had caught the perpetrators red handed.

'Bingo, motherfucka'. I gotcha asses now.' He thought to himself as he kept listening in, trying to get some more juicy intel, but nothing more would come. The woman would take here leave from the adjacent room and knock on the door. Arashi quietly and quickly made his way over to the massage table, resting himself face down on top of it.

"You ready, baby?" She asked

"I sure am, baby girl." The woman would enter the room with a fresh bottle of lotion in hand. She made sure to close the door again behind her, locking it once she did so, before making her way over to Arashi and rubbing his back. He twitched at this due to her cold hands, and the woman giggled.

"Don't be nervous now, baby." She said, sitting the bottle on the countertop. "We take payment up front. One-thousand ryo for the massage, and another one-thousand ryo for... tips." There was much playfulness in her tone, and Arashi knew what she meant by this. Nodding he would raise himself back off of the table before walking over to get the wallet from his pants. As he did so, however, he realized that it wasn't in its usual spot. He shuffled around the other pockets and underneath all of his other clothes, but to no avail. The woman groaned impatiently. "All good, baby?" She asked. Arashi shook his head from side to side as he began to dress himself again.

"My dumbass forgot my wallet back at home, hun. I'm sorry 'bout that." He replied, playing the part of a disappointed patron. Indeed he was very much relived, but he didn't dare show it so that he could keep up his facade. "I won't have time to run home and get it, so I'll be back tomorrow. Cool?"

"Anything for you, baby." Nezuko replied, placing a delicate peck on Arashi's cheek as she rubbed his thigh. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Once Arashi was dressed up again Nezuko would escort back out of the parlor, her soft hand on his back the entire time. Once they made it to the main entrance she would open the door for him before again placing another peck on his cheek. Arashi nodded coolly before taking his leave back into the open air of the village, breathing in a breath of fresh air. He would throw his hands into his pockets nonchalantly as he made his way back down the street, and once he was out of view he would switch up his direction to head back towards the Raikage's Office and report his findings. It wasn't much, but now at least they would have some names, a meeting location, and a timeframe for when the meeting was set to take place. He could only hope that it would be enough to not only land those sick folk in prison, but also permanently shut down the parlor altogether...