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Bunny.
Kakashi used to like bunnies.
Now, as he laid center stage in a cage, treated as something of a decoration, referred to by men who lingered outside as “Bunny,” he couldn’t help but find distaste for the animal.
Dressed to look the part. Laid on a cool surface in a crop top hoodie that threatened to expose his chest, were it not for the padded bra he was wearing. His stomach completely exposed, leading down to an uncomfortably short skirt, revealing only a sliver of skin before hitting black thigh highs that hugged his legs a bit too tight. Glad that unlike his peers, he was allowed to wear Mary Janes rather than black stilettos he wouldn’t be able to walk in.
But he couldn’t completely escape his own discomfort, which mostly came in the form of tight panties that kept shifting in all of the wrong ways. Fighting to keep his thighs pressed together as he struck the occasional provocative pose anytime someone decided to approach and watch him.
Hoping that the tucking tape wasn’t peeking out in any obvious way.
Kakashi kept his mouth firmly shut as he regarded anyone, which happened to be upside down more often than not. His little ‘trick’ of rolling onto his back one of the things that usually netted the most money. Rocking his body back and forth innocently as he made intense, hopeful eye contact. Red contacts, because they wanted to sell the feeling of an albino rabbit.
Personally, he thought it looked more uncanny than appealing.
But even as wads of cash were tossed his way, something he should have been happy to see, to figure ‘this will help pay rent this month,’ he knew for a fact he wouldn’t even see a quarter of it.
Given scraps in his attempt to pay back his debt, which only grew beyond his reach of clearing each and every month that passed. Barely enough to survive, which he was sure was on purpose.
Leaving him dependent.
Making him a real caged animal.
Living a lie to appease the various sleazy men that came in and out of an even sleazier establishment.
An establishment that reeked of misogyny. Where women were seen as nothing more than entertainment and pleasure packed together in a neat little box that says ‘Open me.’ Part of his personal arrangement forcing him to play the part of a woman himself, because his boss didn’t employ men. Something the dirtbag prided himself on.
Only to decide Kakashi was the perfect little thing to spice up his business, despite the fact he was a man.
An unobtainable slab of meat dangled over a lion’s den. Unable to come out. Speak. Be touched. Fucked. Mostly to hide what he was, but also because not being able to have something was apparently what really did it for some of the filth surrounding him.
Earning the stupid name Bunny overtime for some goddamn reason, to which he was supplied a white headband with ears, covered up by his hair in the hope of looking ‘more realistic,’ and a tail that thankfully clipped to his skirt instead of needing a more intimate placement. Things that forced him to include more deliberate motions in the form of tilting his head curiously or wiggling his ass.
His boss even wanted customers to be able to feed him carrots by hand, for a price of course, but otherwise decided against it for one reason or another. Thank god.
But it was still humiliating.
Even if he knew putting out would have made far more money, sure he still would have been playing a rigged game regardless, he was glad he could for the most part remain untouched. Not sure he could handle strangers handling him all day, regardless of what kind of touch he was provided. Glad that anyone who tried to reach through the bars to touch him were immediately warned, threatened to be kicked out or banned.
He even brought books in with him, since he wasn’t allowed his phone. The sight of him appearing studious supposedly enticing enough that his boss let him have that much. Still sure to give anyone who approached his attention, but at least he could kill the time with words on a page rather than laying there and disassociating.
Provided fake glasses to yet again, sell an idea.
Spending his day by day, feeling crushed by stress the higher he knew his debt was climbing. Stuck in an endless loop, all because he had trusted too much. Relied on others to get by, because he was otherwise hopeless when it came to living life alone.
He didn’t finish school. He didn’t have insurance. God, when was the last time he even had a check-up of any kind? No drivers license, so paying for transportation and sometimes delivery was even more financial drain…
It was a nightmare, he hadn’t been prepared at all to ‘be an adult,’ always agitated whenever people told him ‘it was life’ or ‘you can’t be a kid forever.’ Mocked for being so ill-prepared, because these were ‘basic things’ that ‘shouldn’t be so hard’ to do, like learning how to drive.
But the people who had the audacity to tell him such things had parents. Had someone to help them get started, from applying to jobs, doctor’s appointments handled for them, being personally taught to drive, cook- The list just kept going. That wasn’t even considering they usually had the ability to stay living with their parental unit either for a while, or forever depending on the situation. Able to save up and not worry at all when it came to shelter, food, able to afford little luxuries like games or new clothes.
While Kakashi’s personal luxury was currently being brought little things like rubix cubes to solve while he laid his bare stomach on a cold surface.
Things he wasn’t even allowed to keep, because his boss decided they were now his property. More props that would line the sides of Kakashi’s cage that he wasn’t allowed to personally grab, because they had to be given to him by customers. A way to appease them, because isn’t it fun to have someone do a task you’ve given them without hesitation? To know that they’re so starved for any enrichment, and you could be the one to provide it?
He wanted to vomit over how dehumanizing it all was, curling up on his mattress as soon as he got home and pretending to be asleep so that his roommate would leave him alone.
The same bastard who originally roped him into getting the ‘job’ he had now. Barely eighteen when it all started.
Exploited.
Just a few steps short of human trafficking, really.
No friends, no family- Nowhere to go at all. Stuck, and they all knew it, which was why he was so easy to trick. Desperate to stay afloat as well as too scared to do it all alone, vulnerable, especially when it came to the idea of being alone.
Unable to get over that vulnerability, years later, but now he couldn’t imagine handing even a hair of himself over to anyone. Too apprehensive of others and their intents to believe any bonds he tried to forge would be real. A lack of positivity in his mindset that would never allow him to trust someone again, even if he so desperately wished for someone like that in his life.
And god did he wish ‘wishing on a star’ actually worked, because beyond money, beyond food and shelter, he knew for sure that the one thing he wanted above all else was someone he would always be safe with.
Lost in that thought as he watched his colleagues cuddle up to various strangers in booths. Laughing and drinking. Sometimes getting heated before heading back to a private room. Where they all eventually headed in the end.
His upside down view of the group he had been watching finding itself blocked by a black suit and red paisley vest adorned with golden buttons.
It looked expensive.
Kakashi rolled himself back onto his stomach to properly address the man, flicking his eyes up to find his face. Handsome, but he looked ever so slightly scary, if only due to the angered expression he held.
Probably some serious businessman who needed to let off steam, all while risking some sort of scandal. It wouldn’t be the first time someone of his type had ended up here.
Curious that this one came up to his cage, since he didn’t seem all that interested in him. At least as far as he could tell. A resting bitch face wasn’t exactly the friend of many, and it certainly made it harder to read someone. Or maybe it was nerve damage? The right side of his face was rather scarred up, and a good few moments of taking it in showed it remained rather still while the left side seemed more prone to movement, subtle as it was.
Kakashi was so absorbed in taking in his features, he almost missed the way the man was about to reach into his cage to touch him, only for his boss of all people to quickly scurry his way over. Laughing nervously as he clapped his hands together.
“Mister Uchiha! I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you’d be with us toda-“
“I’d like to buy her time.” The man, Mister Uchiha, interrupted. Pointing to Kakashi as he spoke even if he was no longer looking at him.
He tried to reign in his amusement, prepared to watch yet another ‘Mightier than thou’ type get told, that no, you can’t just get everything you want because you’re rich.
Only for a lump to form in his throat when he watched his boss start to sweat bullets. Nervously trying to formulate a response only to utter a barely audible ‘Yes sir’ before moving to unlock the cage.
Kakashi, for once, didn’t want to come out now that it was open.
Unfortunately, the quick look his boss shot him was more than enough to get him to creep his way out regardless. Too afraid to look around and confirm if anyone was staring, likely just as shocked as he was if they were. Hoping that this didn’t mean his boss would start opening his cage up when anyone asks, now that he’s done it the once.
Silently following the man after he was rotated and pushed to do as much.
Wasn’t this bad? If he was found out to be a man, wouldn’t that be bad for business? For him? Would he be able to keep ‘working’ here to pay off his debt? Or would some elaborate tale be spun that his boss was none the wiser?
Did he just get tossed out of the frying pan and into the fire?
He was seconds away from dropping to the ground and acting like he needed an ambulance by the time they entered one of the many rooms available. Rooms he had never actually been in, since there was no reason for him to be in them. The obnoxious amount of red murder on his eyes. Difficult for him to focus on one point initially to start taking it all in.
Staring at the bed for an especially long time as he tried to mentally measure it. Sure that the damn thing was bigger than not just his own bed at home, but his bedroom as a whole.
“Over here, please.”
Kakashi whipped to look at the man who had somehow managed to buy him. A new fear instilled in him regarding who this individual could be, if his boss couldn’t get more than a few words out before caving to his wants. All of the stubbornness he knew him for dismantled in seconds.
Slowly, he approached. Watching as he cleared a table within the room of all of its little decorations before taking a box out from under his arm. Something he didn’t notice, if only because a sweep of his eyes made it look more like a bag at first.
Startling with the sound of several things raining out of that box without warning.
They were…
Puzzle pieces?
The man carefully lowered himself into a seat and began to sort through them, silent the entire time, but fixing him with a look that spoke volumes.
So Kakashi maneuvered himself to one of the other free seats. Hesitantly eyeing the mess in front of him, only for an index tapping harshly on the surface of the table, in the middle of it all, to get him to understand what was expected of him.
Careful as he began to slide pieces toward himself to sort. Finding anything that was an edge piece and doing his best to start a frame.
No idea what the final picture was supposed to be, since he wasn’t able to steal a look at the front of the box. Confused the whole time he worked, but slowly becoming invested in the task, especially with the atmosphere far more calm compared to how it was back in his cage.
A little escape. Oasis.
He couldn’t remember the last time he had done a puzzle to top it all off. The satisfaction that came with getting pieces to slot together something that drew a small smile out of him, even if he was still apprehensive.
Was this some sort of weird foreplay?
Hopefully not, not just because he’d rather not have a stranger use his body however he wants, but because he’d very much like to finish the picture that was slowly being chipped away at. Still nothing identifiable to clue him in even as he managed to get a majority of the edges complete.
“You’ll be paid for your service in full once we’ve finished.”
The words had him pause, contact red eyes flicking up to address the man.
Finished as in…
“...With the puzzle?” Kakashi carefully asked, even if trying to confirm terrified him to no end.
He wanted to hold onto the hope that this was all there was for as long as possible.
Shrinking when dark pools met him, maintaining intense eye contact for far longer than Kakashi felt was necessary before he finally got a reply.
“Yes.”
That should have been the end of it. Enough to quell him, which it partly did, continuing to slide and connect pieces around just like before, but he couldn’t help the bubble of curiosity that had formed.
“Why?” Kakashi whispered.
“Because I’m taking up your time.” Mister Uchiha replied simply, not so much cold so much as it was… robotic. Practiced, it felt.
“With a puzzle.”
Pushing his luck, surely, but he was making progress on the piece despite it.
“Are you disappointed?” The other paused, the hint of hesitation in his tone pulling Kakashi’s gaze up again.
“No, actually- This is… The most enrichment I’ve had in hours.” He carefully supplied.
“I know.”
Kakashi couldn’t help but furrow his brows at that, only to school his expression after a moment.
His boss did recognize the other, which meant he was either a big shot, a regular, or both. His money, little as it was, was on both, because that simple ‘I know’ hinted at a level of awareness for his situation he didn’t quite appreciate.
Did that mean he purposefully brought the puzzle just for him? Not because he was some weirdo with a puzzle kink looking to force the first girl he wanted to complete it with him?
“Stay focused, please.”
He ground his teeth, getting back to the task at hand, even if his stomach was tying itself in knots now.
Keeping silent for the rest of the puzzle, not even saying anything slightly enthusiastic after getting it complete. What was the point? This was just another trick afterall, more so “his” trick, because he was the obedient, studious bunny who shows his stomach to whoever asks.
“...Come here.” The other sighed.
There it was.
Kakashi was silent as he scooted his chair back and stood, drawing out the short distance that was maneuvering to the other side of the table. His eyes casted to the ground as he wordlessly occupied the space beside the businessman's chair.
So unused to the idea of anyone being able to touch him during his shift that he couldn’t help but flinch when contact was made with his hip. Firm but carefully as he was pulled into a cool lap, the material of the other’s suit chilly against the bare skin it touched.
The hand that came to cup the side of his face was surprisingly not that much warmer.
He didn’t know what to do or say in his new position, remaining silent, even as a strong thumb brushed back and forth against his cheek, likely messing up the light makeup he was wearing. That was nothing when compared to the hand that was still on his hip, shifting over time, spanning across his stomach one moment, before sliding to his back-
Only to pull away.
Kakashi didn’t intend to look up, but the subtle motion in his peripheral, the sudden burst of white, brought his attention up.
The stupid tail that clipped to his skirt.
It seemed the other wasn’t very fond of his “bunny features” considering he made straight for his headband after, discarding both on the table behind him before hands began to work their way into his hair. Sliding silver bangs back as his face came closer, nearly nose to nose before Mister Uchiha seemed content with the distance from one another.
A thumb sliding back and forth under his eye telling Kakashi what he wanted to do next.
There was a unique sort of panic when someone got their fingers so close to your eye, especially when said fingers were actively making to pinch the lens covering the delicate organ that allowed you to see. One wrong move, one sudden moment of cruelty, and that would probably be it before a world of pain, likely even a lack of vision, would be upon him.
But none of those things occurred, because there was precision and care in every movement, going from one eye to the other, until Kakashi was blinking the tears that had built away. His eyes irritated, unable to resist the urge to rub them, so he did.
“Much better.” The other man hummed, both of his hands coming up to cup his face this time.
Not intimate so much as wanting to inspect his work. Simply taking in the dark brown eyes that stared up at him clearly, no red lens to hide behind anymore.
Gliding down to either side of his neck, then sweeping to his shoulders, slightly down his arms…
Then guiding him out of his lap and to his feet once more.
“That will be all. Let your boss know that I will not be returning these things, as I don’t want to see you in them again… Additionally…” Dark eyes swept over him briefly before he began to stand himself, working on clearing the table of their hard work, “I want you in purple.”
“Purple?” Kakashi echoed, if only because it was such an odd color choice, not the most flattering next to his complexion he’d personally say.
“That’s what I said, yes.” The other smiled, reaching out to brush his bangs back into place. “No ears, tail, or contacts, and wear purple from now on. Now shoo.”
He wanted to be offended by the hand that waved him off, but he was too perplexed to actually express that feeling in any way, instead focusing on making his way out of the room for the moment.
Clothes intact.
It was something that had him swallow roughly, recognizing how lucky he was to just walk in and walk out without finding his body ravaged like a temple full of loot. Something his boss likely recognized too, given the wave of relief on his face when he padded his way to the back of the establishment.
Kakashi didn’t even given him time to ask anything before he was blurting the same list of demands he had been given just moments before.
“No ears, tail, or contacts, and… I wear purple from now on.” His throat bobbed with another harsh swallow he couldn’t help, “That’s what…”
“That’s what Mister Uchiha requested?” His boss deduced.
Not looking the happiest about it, and yet-
“Fine… Come in early tomorrow, we’ll have to put something different together before your shift.”
Oh joy.
He was sure that meant they’d be finding him some new theme to fit. A little rebranding, because the big important businessman got what he wanted.
Kakashi wanted a bit of heat behind that thought process, but he was too tired to really feel or mean it. Not when the only things he actually walked out of that room with was a confusing experience and careful touch only meant to remove some of the things that offended him on a very personal level. No intimacy, no exploiting.
Just a man and his puzzle.
Honestly, it was the man that felt more like a puzzle, rather than the literal box of loose jigsaw pieces.