After a little more flirting, the cute delivery boy turned down Natsu's advances and left. Oh well, there was always next time. The prostitute had long learned not to take offense to people turning him down. There were plenty more where they came from. With the delivery boy gone, Natsu picked up the food basket with a grunt and carried it back to the kitchen where Megumi and a few others were with the children.

A short breakfast later, Natsu was in his room finishing getting ready for the day. He put his now dry hair into his usual messy, high pony tail, and gathered up his weaponry. The metal rod that became a staff he slid into his thigh belt, right now to his ninja pouch and the war fans, as well as his coinpurse, were slipped into the sleeves of his yukata.

He left the brothel for the day, heading out of the red light district completely. He wanted to get a little bit of training done today, but there was something far more important to take care of first. Some of the clothing for the children at the brothel was getting worn out. Usually it was passed from child to child until it fell apart. It was only when they actually started working that they got clothes of their own. Natsu wanted to get a few replacement pieces for the ones that would need to be thrown away soon.

Natsu walked past the various clothing shops looking for one in particular. This shop catered towards brothels. It carried a variety of kimonos, yukatas, and pieces for stage costumes that were made to fit men, women, and children of all ages, as well as the accessories to go with the outfits. Kataku no Kanki had been buying most of their clothing there for quite some time now. It was a lot easier than trying to go around and all the different shops and find things.

It was then that Natsu's eyes locked onto something far more interesting. A short, muscular, woman with purple hair. If the prostitute remembered correctly, she had been to see him last week. Natsu thought for a moment, bringing up all the facts that he could remember about her. She was visiting Gobigakure, her scars were sensitive in all the wrong ways, oh and, she had been a beast in the sack. Natsu only remembered the good ones after all. Though her name wasn't something that he could bring to mind.

Natsu decided to tease the woman a little bit, he was bored and it would be fun, so why not? The prostitute quickly but quietly caught up to the woman. He flung his arms around her shoulders, catching her in a loose hug. Though he had to lean down to do it, he rested his chin on her shoulder. "Miss me, my dear? I know a certain part of me that definitely missed you." He practically purred into her ear.