Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Taking Your Life Back ❯ Hitting the Streets for Some Action ( Chapter 18 )

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He knelt down to feel me up, but I screamed and kicked. He got the message, as I was not so easy to manipulate, and loomed over me possessively. His obsidian eyes made me homesick.

 

“...Fancy meeting you here, Naruto-kun!” he cooed out, arms gesturing around the alley. “How did you get here?”

 

“...I walked,” I bit out, trying my damnedest to cover myself while reaching for my pants. He stamped them down to the ground, and I looked up at him angrily. He smiled.

 

“...Don't be so hasty. I'm sure you'll like it,” he whispered. I tried to jerk my pants out from under his foot, but he held steady. Realizing I was defeated, I leaned back against the wall, closing my legs tightly to keep his pesky eyes away. Itachi only sniggered.

 

“...Oh, don't be so difficult.”

 

He leaned down to capture me in his arms again, but I shoved him off, still keeping my knees shut tight together. I gritted my teeth.

 

“...I'm not a whore,” I corrected his thinking, and he smiled wider.

 

“...I know, but...Still, I can either take you painfully, or you can comply and enjoy it as much as I.”

 

I glared daggers, covering myself up further with my hands. Atleast he hadn't been violent yet, thank god. He would have gone down for a second time if we hadn't been interrupted.

 

“THAT WAS SOME GOOD SHIT.”

 

He jerked his head over to the large man leaning over a tiny prostitute, obviously fearing being crushed. The blue tinted man grinned with sharp teeth and swigged more of his happy bottle of alcohol. Itachi scowled, standing up straight.

 

“...Kisame, get a hold of yourself,” he growled. Kisame hiccupped, and the girl squeaked.

 

“...I don't think I can support him anymore, sir!” she admitted almost painfully as the leaning of the man became more drastic.

 

Itachi dropped his guard, staring down at me. I shifted uncomfortably, seeing as his eyes stopped down south. But after another yelp from the woman, he slowly stepped toward his drunken friend. He brought an arm around the tall man's shoulder and attempted to drag him away. Kisame, as I believed, chuckled and kissed Itachi's cheek sloppily. I could see the anger resolve from Itachi, but in its place grew a shiver. They practically tumbled out of view, but Itachi's sinister aura remained. I trembled as I reached for my pants, but found that they had been ripped, either from me pulling it out from under Itachi, or the gang. Either way, I was half naked, and had no chance of going anywhere for a long, long time.

 

A trench coat was dropped over my head, and I looked up. A smile met me.

 

“...Wear this!”

 

The whore who had been keeping the drunken fish-like man up smiled down innocently at him. Pulling it slowly down to his shoulders, he took in her frame.

 

She wore a tube dress, one that started only barely an inch from the nipples down to 2 inches clearing the crotch. It was tiny, but scandalous and tightly sexy. Her dark brown near black hair cascaded down her shoulders to stop at the blades. She had bright green earrings on, ones which twinkled blue in the correct lighting. Her high heels were almost classified as platforms, and the straps twirled all the way up to her shin. The black leather of it looked wet in the dim light, and they clacked as she shifted on the pavement. She wore a necklace, if that's what it was called. It was more of a collar than anything else, and it was black with a little jewel in the center. A fancy bitch was the term she was implying. But she didn't seem that way. Her dainty wrists were adorned with atleast 20 bracelets each, and her eyes were perfectly lined with black. Very unlike the pounds of blue and pink eye shadow the other whores had, she had no other piece of make-up. Her lips were a natural pale color, and her skin glistened with trickles of sweat. Her long nails were painted a sparkling aqua color, if not a bluish green one can't fully describe without memorizing a crayon box.

 

She held out her delicate hands to me and tilted her head above me, that innocent smile unbelievable.

 

“...Come on!” she giggled. I took it cautiously, and I was pulled to a stand quickly. I immediately fussed over the trench coat barely hiding my crotch, and I locked my hands up in fists at the hem to keep it there, red coating my face. She laughed and walked under a light pole, her clicking heels still echoing in the alley. The other prostitutes eyed me, and I blushed madly. What was I doing?

 

“...So who's the pipsqueak?”

 

The man standing beside us, from where he came from a mystery, eyed me wearily. His hands were stuffed into his big coat's pockets, and it trailed the ground with rips and tears. His skin was taut, a brownish grey tone gracing it. His teeth, from what I could see as his mouth held a scowl, were jagged, menacing in the fact that they could rip me to pieces. His nose was sharply defined, and his black hair jetted strangely from his head, bandages wrapped around his forehead to tie off and trail to his shoulder. The girl threw her arms up and embraced the man, who seemed still focused on me. She smiled that innocent smile again, ushering out the name of the man.

 

“Zabuza!”

 

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“...You weren't drunk at all...”

 

“...No. No I wasn't,” he grinned.

 

We sat at a quiet café with bright artistic colors splattered across the warmly brown walls. He had some complex form of coffee (If there was any coffee in it to begin with) while I only had Earl Grey Tea...His seemed to foam at the top with whipped cream and an assortment of other sugar and artery-clogging confections floating above the nearly white liquid below. I blew across my cup, while he tried to get to the liquid under the foam with a straw. I sighed.

 

“...So?”

 

He glanced up at me.

 

“...What?”

 

“...What was the show for?”

 

He grinned like the madman he is and looked out the big window beside us overlooking the street.

 

“...I guess I was just jealous, Itachi.”

 

I nearly choked on my tea. His grin only grew.

 

“...You're jealous of a 17 year old kid, Kisame?” I echoed angrily. He nodded, propping up his elbow and resting his chin in his palm.

 

“...You're always hanging all over him. I should be angry, but I'm not really at all. I mean, I'm not really that great myself, and I can see why you like him so much...He's cute.”

 

He hadn't stopped smiling, even as I glared down at him. He hadn't met my eyes, and he continued to stare blankly outside at the moths fluttering into light bulbs and the fast cars flying through the streets. I set down my tea to observe him as he spoke.

 

“...You know, I can't remember a time when you weren't flirting with someone, boy or girl. It just comes so easily for you, doesn't it? You're so good at it; I don't even know why you settled down. And you know this can't last...You've got kids to make.”

 

Words ringing in my ears, I stood abruptly to press a knee to the table and lean over to him, kissing him desperately. His chin still rested on his palm, as I kissed him so tenderly, and his eyes remained half mast. Pulling away lightly, we stared at each other.

 

“...Don't be so hasty,” he whispered. I smiled innocently.

 

“...But I'm a very hasty person,” I answered in the same tone, our voice boxes barely in use. He didn't smile this time.

 

“You're getting ahead of yourself, you know. You know you're going to need to do it eventually...” he paused to take me over with shifting eyes, “...You do know you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen, right?”

 

I leaned in for yet another kiss, ignoring the looks of everyone around us, a smile on my lips.

 

“...Quite so...”

 

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I had learned, after a few moments, that this girl wasn't even a girl at all.

 

I stood gaping at the two, leaning back against the light pole awkwardly. She, as I continued to call him, decided to introduce herself. Holding out her jingling wrists and her shining aqua nail polished hands, she smiled. I took it and shook it like a gentleman.

 

“My name is Haku...Yes, I'm a boy.”

 

“...I...Seemed to have realized that,” I stuttered out. The man named Zabuza growled, and I ceased my voice. She only smiled again.

 

“Don't mind him, he's just always pissed.” He growled again, but he turned away in defeat.

 

“...So are you okay? They didn't do anything, did they?”

 

I led a hand down to keep the tiny trench coat in place, blushing.

 

“...N-No, they didn't do anything...But um...Really, I need to find some clothes-”

 

A coat was thrown over me, and I realized it was Zabuza's. He only eyed me wearily and turned to continue brooding. With the loss of his coat, his muscled arms were revealed, and I grew only a little bit more frightened of his appearance. He could not only eat me with those shark teeth, but he could strangle me as well. I gulped, but put on the coat. It was so big, my arms were only barely half the length of the whole thing, and almost all of it dragged on the ground. I looked like a child, and Haku took notice, giggling that angelic laugh of hers. I looked her over thoughtfully.

 

“...You know...You're very pretty,” I let out. At that, Zabuza obviously twitched. She blinked at me, and smiled again.

 

“Thank you! I'm very flattered!” She said. I continued to stare at her.

 

“...How long have you been doing this?” I asked.

 

“...What?”

 

I nervously pointed to the other prostitutes with their heads hanging over the windows of drive-up clients. She blinked again, and smiled.

 

“...Only 4 years now...It really isn't that bad, I guess...My clients are actually very nice to me most of the time, and when they aren't...Well, Zabuza isn't too kind with those ones.”

 

I had to smile as I looked over at Zabuza again, who had turned lightly to watch us. His brooding self was slowly turning soft.

 

“...But really, if Zabuza doesn't think the client is good enough, he'll scare him away,” she continued with that innocently beautiful smile.

 

“...But why does he do that?” I asked. She shifted her weight to her left leg.

 

“...He doesn't want anyone to hurt me, I guess.”

 

“...But why even take up this job? Why not find something else?”

 

“...Believe me, I've tried! Ever heard of `sexual harassment in the workplace'? Every job I get, it's like that. Some stupid jerk thinks he's so high and mighty, takes on the little girly kid, thinks he can fuck the life out of him, if they even find out I'm a him, by then...This is my last resort, and I think it's all I'm really good for...'A tool of pleasure', I call myself, and that's what I am, just a tool.”

 

I stood silently as she folded her arms neatly across her non-existent breasts.

 

“...I've really gotten used to it...And Zabuza came into my life when I figured I had no life to look forward to-”

 

“...So wait, he's your pimp?” I asked, shocked. She blinked, and started to laugh abruptly. I crossed my arms as well, huffing.

 

“What's so funny? I'm serious!”

 

She wiped away a joyous tear and ended her laughing with a tiny giggle.

 

“No, I'm sorry! You could technically say that, but no. I'm independent. Zabuza helped me get up here, but not to take advantage of my helplessness and get me to sell my body, but because he knew I had no where else. He takes care of everything, really, but I'm just the transaction. He handles my money and stuff like that, but he got me a house, and pays my bills and taxes for me, and I really couldn't be happier!”

 

I smiled at her happiness, seeing as she was right in what she did, unlike most of the trash in their high heals and skimpy dresses. She had a happy life, and I wasn't going to scold her for it.

 

A black car pulled up, and seeing as this was her work, I stepped back and away, turning around as if I didn't even know her. It was a convertible, so she leaned over the side.

 

“...Hi there, cutie, how long?” I tried to withhold a snicker at the words of a true prostitute, but my laughter was stolen from me as the voice replied. That dark cool voice that I could recognize instantly and I tensed up as I felt his beautiful obsidians upon me. I could hear his smirk.

 

“...Sorry, toots, I'm reserved to the blonde right behind you.”