dear_mun | (no subject)

[ You best not be judging there Itachi. Naruto stares a little. ] What? They're just people! People like everyone else. Good people, even. It's like. They're shinigami as well...

That sort of thing. [ Mumblemumble shut up his cheeks aren't turning red. ] I dunno, I've been in two different places and haven't been home in over a year. I did a lotta things! I was an entertainer but you don't wanna know about that!

I've never been fortunate enough to meet one, much less two. Tell me about them?

[ If Itachi notices the flush, he doesn't let on. ]

An entertainer? Did you perform in the theater?

My dad met one, didn't he? [ That much is thoughtful. Naruto gives a little shrug. ] Hah. They're people. I guess that doesn't help much. Sousuke is really smart, pretty smooth most of the time, he understands things. Me. He's really strong. Ichigo was really strong too but he wasn't like Sousuke in other ways. See? People.

No. ...it was more like people would pay and I'd entertain. [ HOW TO PUT THIS DELICATELY. ] Kinda like a prostitute. Except not.

I see. I suppose even gods are people in their own right.

[ Neither his expression nor his voice changes. Not one bit. But on the inside? Might be a different story. ]

You were a prostitute. How did this come to be?

Sure they are! Why not? Sousuke likes tofu and he doesn't like eggs, see?

No. I said kinda like a prostit-- I was never a damn- ... [ A little testy on this score. ] Long story. Got screwed over by someone calling themselves The Tradesman. Madara was there y'know. Or that guy pretending to be him.

I didn't know there were eggs in the afterlife.

[ He falls silent for a moment, thoughtful. ]

One day, Naruto, you and I will have much to discuss. Beginning with this Tradesman, and Madara... But we needn't talk about such unpleasant things now.