Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or it's characters. I don't make money off of this... -_-
Chapter One
It was raining again. Lights flickered above head from an old street light as small pit-pat sounds came from the ground. Cars drove by, splashing extra dirty water out from the sides of the roads onto the sidewalk pavements. The streets were extremely busy though it was already close to
Calm blue eyes watched the streets, ignoring the tremors going through its owner’s body. Golden bangs waved around a delicate face as the wind blew slightly, and a pert nose wrinkled with slight distaste. The dainty body holding the face shivered more and pouty and pink lips grimaced as the youth felt the coldness seep through the chosen clothing worn for the night. The pretty blue eyes brightened suddenly as they watched a car slowly roll closer.
The pink lips deepened into a (fake) sultry smirk and the youth approached the down window of the car with a sway of hips.
Naruto kept the bile from rising in his throat just barely, wondering what his ex-best friend would have thought had he seen the blond like this. He wondered how deep the disgust would run in those smooth obsidian eyes, how he would get rejected once more but from revulsion of what he was and what he had to do to keep alive.
He lived on the streets and paid with his body. He was a prostitute, a whore. Every day he looked in the mirror, saw the brand on his stomach, and realized over and over again that there was no happy ending for him. No one would want to love him, he who sold his body cheaply and without a fourth thought. There wasn’t anything left for him to live by, except for his friends who suffered the same fate as his. That had been, and was, the only reason why he hadn’t committed suicide as of yet. Other people still needed him, so he stayed alive for them. But he knew what he would do once everyone forgot him.
After all, who liked doing this? It was hell on his body and his heart. While he got ripped apart from the outside, irremovable black stained his purity until he could no longer see a light. That’s what he was now; a dark monster. And though he knew this, his mind couldn’t help but think of what it would be like to be a normal teenager, to be so OBLIVIOUS to everything outside of school and home. His mind couldn’t help but WISH for a different life, where he could look up and see someone staring back at him with love that would make him blush.
It was sad really. People like him weren’t meant to be happy. People like Gaara were, though. Naruto knew that his friend had a good heart, and emotional stress made him put on a stoic face. Naruto was just the opposite though; he didn’t know how many people he had fooled with his easy-going smile. Something that could disarm people so easy was a dangerous weapon, and yet…
“Hey, sweetie. How much are ya?” The man inside smelled like cigarettes and alcohol. He had a beer belly and the top of his head was shiny where hair was supposed to be. Naruto took a discreet breath of air and smiled silkily.
“I assume that you know about how good we are,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be here. Correct?” He watched with veiled disgust as the man nodded enthusiastically. “I’m a thousand and five hundred for the night-” A minor pause with an unnoticeable twitch of his lips “-hon.”
“That wouldn’t be a problem.” Yellow teeth shown as a smile and inner Naruto whimpered painfully. “Get in the car, baby.”
Naruto licked his lips with sensual promise at the man even as his insides crawled. He opened the door and slid in, away from the rain but not from the dark.
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It was the beginning of dawn when Naruto got back. His blue eyes were dead on the outside, his mind was blank with memories as they replayed the night over and over again. He felt sweaty, meaty hands on his hips and a condom-covered dick in his ass.
“Swallow my cum, bitch.”
Naruto calmly walked to the bathroom before sitting by the toilet to throw up. His chest heaved as his stomach rolled with despair.
“You like that don’t you, whore? Like all of that…”
Tears rolled down his eyes as he clenched them shut. It was disgusting, having to pretend to moan and beg for that kind of treatment.
“Your ass is so tight. Nghhh, yesss…”
The pain was like a tidal wave. Tonight’s fuck was another stain on his already dark soul. It was like being stabbed over and over in the heart. It beat erratically in his chest as he heaved again, and came up dry. Oh God NO. He didn’t want to keep on feeling it, didn’t want to feel the hurt and pain of what it felt like to be violated knowing that you couldn’t do anything about it.
Naruto forced himself to stop crying silent tears. He got up after he flushed the toilet and brushed his mouth for twenty minutes before gurgling and washing his face raw. He looked at his face, at his graceful build and lovely face, and cursed the god who made him look this way. It had done nothing more than cause him agony.
He shed his things called clothes and collapsed onto bed. As he watched the sun come up, tears once again filled his eyes, and he cried himself to sleep.
