Full summary: Hinata is a 20-year-old prostitute forced to use half her paycheck to pay off the debt that her parents left when they died. All she wants is to find her older brother Neji, who went missing shortly after their parents' death 7 years ago. A strange boy suddenly shows up, claiming to be the long lost Neji. Is Hinata's search for happiness finally over, or does Neji have something to do with the brutal murder of her best client?

Warnings: Incest, alternate universe, rape, blood, drug use, and murder.

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"Ow… ah!"

The room was large but Hinata's strangled cries and heavy breathing seemed to fill it completely. She didn't hold back and let the cream-colored walls hear her pain, because she knew Mr. Andrejewska wouldn't mind. Perhaps he enjoyed it. Yet Hinata couldn't complain because compared to some of her other clients and their fetishes, Mr. Andrejewska was an extremely gentle man.

"Oh my god…"

Hinata heard a groan in response and thought that maybe Mr. Andrejewska was mistaking her pain for intense pleasure. His hands had clamped over Hinata's hips as he thrust deeper into her tiny body. Hinata felt her arms being tugged by the handcuffs at her wrists attached to the bedpost. She could see the man's face flush scarlet and she knew it would soon be over.

"Ah…!"

Hinata knew Mr. Andrejewska was coming and let him push in deeper as he enjoyed his orgasm. Hinata's quick breathing, which had been near hyperventilation, started slowing down and her body relaxed. She felt the man pull out of her and blinked open her eyes to see him putting on his pants.

"That was very good," Mr. Andrejewska told her, nodding and buttoning his expensive shirt. He put on his socks and shiny leather shoes and stood up when he was finished dressing. He regarded Hinata, who was still lying on her back on the bed, covered in sweat and come and handcuffed to the bedpost. "Next time I'll make you… you know…too."

Hinata doubted that, if by "you know" he meant orgasm, but she smiled slightly and nodded. "Um… can you undo these cuffs, please?" she asked in her vulnerable and shy voice that her customers liked so much.

Mr. Andrejewska complied and soon he bid Hinata goodbye. Hinata lay in the bed for a moment longer, in an attempt to rest her sore muscles and even sorer nether regions, but realized that the bed was soaked with the much older man's sweat and quickly got up.

Completely naked, she walked over to the curtained window and peeked outside. It was almost nighttime now, and the streetlights were on. She overlooked the city for a few minutes before realizing she was reflected in the window.

She stared at herself. She saw a slender, pale body that seemed to stretch on for miles. Her elongated neck led up to her face, flushed and seemingly innocent. She seemed to be locked into the submissive expression she used with all his customers and felt her stomach drop. She forced the muscles of her face to look stern and in-control. When it was to her satisfaction, she walked away from the window to her clothes on the floor. She dressed herself and left the room.

"Hey, Hinata. Done for the day?" she heard when she walked downstairs into the lobby.

Hinata stopped and looked at the receptionist behind his desk. She walked over to him and said quietly, "That earlier client was using illegal drugs. That isn't prohibited here."

Kiba responded by giving her a guilty grin. "Sorry about that. But since he's our regular customer we'll have to overlook it a little. Just bear with it, I suppose. Sorry. At least you've been getting a break from Mr. Fujiwara, eh? He was one of your most frequent clients. Oh, and in even better news, here's your month's paycheck."

Hinata accepted the envelope and turned around to leave.

"It must be hard on you. Half of your payment is to clear your debt, right? Hey, Hinata, wait up!"

"Sorry. Goodbye," Hinata said over her shoulder as she left through the automatic doors.

Hinata crossed the street and went into the bank. She waited in line patiently, hoping no one had noticed her leaving directly from the rumored brothel. She deposited her money and left quickly. As she exited through the doors she bumped into a man.

"Naruto," she said when she recognized the face.

"Hey, Hinata! How are you doing? I haven't seen you in nearly a year now! You must be 20 by now, right?" the older boy said in his hearty voice that put a little smile on Hinata's face as she shrugged her shoulders in response. Naruto looked at her sadly and gently touched her chin. "You're just as pale as always. You're not still working that job, are you?"

Hinata hung her head and stared bleakly at the ground. Naruto took that as an affirmative answer and looked at his young friend sadly.

"Well… let's catch up. We'll go out to eat," he said in an attempt to change the subject. He laid an arm around Hinata's shoulders and led her down the street, chattering about some nonsense to get Hinata's mind off of things.

Meanwhile, downtown, a man staggered up the apartment steps, cursing the fact that there was no elevator. He took another step and nearly toppled over, but managed to steady himself at the last minute and continued up the flight. When he pushed through the door to the seventh floor, he was instantly greeted with the numbers "7C".

He stared at the numbers for a moment. "I finally found you."

"Thank you for the delicious food…" Hinata said as Naruto paid the check at the restaurant. "I…. I'll walk you back to your room," she added in a sorry attempt to further thank the man by being polite. She felt humbled and looked into her lap.

Naruto stared sadly at the girl across the table. He took down the sleeves of his bright orange jacket which he had rolled up during his meal and didn't meet her eyes when he said, "Hinata, until when are you planning to stay like this?"

Hinata slowly looked up at him. The waitress came back with their receipt and Hinata stood up and put her coat on. They walked outside together and were greeted by the chilly early-winter air. Hinata pulled her arms more tightly around herself and walked a step behind her friend, watching the broad shoulders.

"Hinata, you know you're body's not gonna hold up much longer if you keep doing this for a living. If you're doing this to clear out that debt, I can try and speak with higher authority. If it's just to repay that money, it doesn't have to be such a job."

Naruto peered behind him and saw Hinata's pained expression as she stared straight ahead. He let out a sigh. "It's okay. We can discuss this gradually. How are you? Have you… found your brother yet?"

They stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and Naruto turned to face her. Hinata shook her head slowly, a new level of sadness how apparent on her delicate face. She seemed to be struggling to keep tears inside her.

"I see…"

Naruto patted Hinata's shoulder and they continued walking forward. "You haven't seen him since he was reported missing seven years ago, right? Maybe it'd be better to give it up."

"Please, stop!" Hinata cried out, holding her head. Naruto panicked, hoping he hadn't made the poor girl cry. "Neji - my brother - is alive! He was always the weaker one. He always needed me. He's probably waiting for me to come get him. So… so, please…"

Tears ran down from her eyes, and Hinata hunched over, trying to quiet her sobbing.

"My bad, my bad!" Naruto exclaimed, rushing to Hinata's side. "Don't cry!"

Hinata nodded and wiped away the tears, significantly smearing her thick makeup in the process. She sniffed a few times before finally whispering, "My apartment is right there. Please, come in. I'll make you some tea."

Naruto checked his watch and saw that it was late. He was tired and wanted to go home but nodded his head and smiled at Hinata, feeling guilty for making her cry in the first place. "Sure thing, buddy."'

They walked the remaining blocks to Hinata's apartment and started up the stairs to the seventh floor. Naruto huffed at the exercise but Hinata's lithe figure took the steps four at a time. At the top of the steps she waited a minute for Naruto before pulling out her keys and unlocking the door.

"I have chamomile and green tea. I think I may have some chai, too. Make yourself at home."

Hinata took off her coat and hung it on the hanger before walking into the kitchen. She took out two mugs and was about to fill them with water when she saw the faint glowing of his TV through the doorway. She realized that someone was sitting on her couch and she froze.

"What's going on?" Naruto said when he saw Hinata's frightened expression.

Hinata pointed to the figure on the couch that had now stood up. Naruto walked toward him with Hinata close behind.

"Welcome home," the boy greeted the two. "I've waited a while."

Hinata peered at the boy curiously, still frightened.

The boy's figure was darkened and outlined by blue light of the TV behind him. Naruto turned on the lights and Hinata continued to stare. The boy's face was almost a replica of Hinata's, with dark hair that fell long past his shoulders and a slight smirk on his lips that were saying, "You're just as I thought you would be. I've been wanting to meet you, Hinata."

Naruto looked at Hinata, confused. "Do you know him?" he asked.

Hinata took a step closer to the stranger. "Are you… um… are you…"

His strangely cold expression didn't falter. "Yes, Hinata. I'm Neji."

"Neji?" Naruto blurted out, eyes wide with shock.

"Yes." Neji walked closer to Hinata and gazed down at her. "Sister…"

Hinata's eyes were wet with tears again and she flung herself toward Neji, enveloping him in a hug. The hug lasted a few moments before Hinata realized Neji had loosened his grip on her and was falling to the floor.

"Neji!" she cried out. She felt dampness on her shirt and touched it. It was blood. "Neji!" she yelled again, realizing for the first time the wound in Neji's side. She fell down beside Neji and stared at the blood staining his jacket.

Naruto paled and staggered back against the wall. "God help us," he said.

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A/N: This story was inspired by many things, including a wonderful manga by Gokurakuin Sakurako. The story is already finished and I will post the chapters about every once a week. Please review, this story means a lot to me because it is the first one I have ever finished!