A/N: OKAY! So chapter one of 'The Dark Side of the Moon' is FINALLY HERE. It took me a bit because I have exams coming up and crap like that! So the next chapter won't be up until...Maybe sometime next week. In February. THE MONTH OF LOVE! Fitting, I guess, for this story. (smiles) Anyhow, this story is based in Japan, when the Eastern and Weatern cultures started to collide. Brothels, Whore Houses, and Geishas were the fad of the time, and men and women alike we sold for sex in exchange for money. So...Yeah, readers who don't have a good maturity level, PLEASE AVERT THINE EYES! For this will have mentions of sex smut galore! IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT KIND OF THING, LEAVE NOW. NOW that I got THAT out of my system! I want you to enjoy this, alright? It's not a very long story, so if there are any readers of 'My Demons' here looking for some good ol' Naru/Sasu Sasu/Naru smut of doom, 'Demon's World' shall be coming straight after this! Maybe before summer, maybe right on time! I need to think of updating days for this, though. SO ENJOY!
P.S. I WHORE OUT NEJI. FORGIVE ME.
Disclaimer: Naruto and Co. belong to Masashi Kishimoto.
"Uncle?"
His soft voice broke the stiff silence, eyes wide and questioning. The man he spoke to looked down at him with pale, silver eyes, his hair brushed smooth. It was the colour of dark chocolate; at least, that's what the man's youngest daughter said. He wore a traditional white yukata; formal, with a dark grey obi tying it around his waist. His expression was permanently frozen in a look of distaste. But as he looked down at his nephew, something seemed to flash in his eyes; regret. But the child didn't know this.
He kneeled down to the boy's eyelevel, hands firmly placed on his shoulders. "Uncle…What's wrong? You look so sad…" His eyes were pale like the man's; showing the relation between the two. They were innocent and trusting, though; naïve to the workings of the world outside of his sheltered home. "Why are you sad?"
"Neji," the man, Hyuuga Hiashi, pushed back some of the boy's chocolate brown hair. His fingers briefly brushed his smooth cheek, and Neji gave him a bright smile. "I promised your father, Hyuuga Hizashi, that I would take care of you. You remember this?" Neji nodded, and Hiashi smiled faintly; the ghost of a smile, not really there. "And now, I can't. I can't take care of you because I have become incapable."
Neji blinked, thinking over Hiashi's words. "What's…Incapablebul?" He asked, mispronouncing the word like any young child would. He looked up at him curiously, and Hiashi winced. Why was he making this difficult?
"It means 'unable'." He replied. "I'm unable to care for you any longer."
"Why not?" The question was simple, but thinking the answer pained him.
Hiashi once had money problems. He owned companies large amounts of money. So, to solve his money problems, he turned to a group of great power; the Japanese Mafia. A group that struck fear into the hearts of any who heard it. It was shady business, working with this powerhouse. But he got the money and paid his debts, and everyone was happy. But then the mafia cam back to see him, demanding payment. He said he didn't have any money, and so they gave him two weeks; two weeks to give himself up, or run away, or find some way to get money.
And he did find a way to get the exact amount he owed. But the price was painful to pay.
"Things much too complicated for you to understand, Neji." He told the boy instead. He nodded, accepting it.
"What are you going to do, then?" He asked.
Hiashi looked away from him, stepping back and folding his arms into the sleeves. "Something I regret.' He then nodded to a servant at the door, and she slid it opened. Men in shiny shoes and clean black suits walked in, hair cut short and slicked back. An old woman walked in behind them, gently taking Neji's hand when she walked to him.
"This is the boy?" She asked, her voice harsh and wheezy, though her old, crinkled face was kind. Hiashi nodded, and the woman stooped her back, which was already, stooped enough, down to look at him. On of her boney hands took Neji's chin, the skin satin smooth against her leather like skin. She turned his head left and right, looking closely at both sides of his profile. His eyes were wide and scared, wondering who these people were. The woman dropped her hand, straightening as she laughed hoarsely. "He sure is pretty for a boy! Very feminine; much like you were once."
Hiashi winced as Neji nervously held the woman's hand, before his face hardened. "The money, baasan." He said, holding out a hand. "You promised."
"Yes, I suppose I'll take him." She agreed, nodding her wizened head, before indicating to one of the men in suits. She then straightened her faded kimono, tugging on Neji's hand with surprising strength. "Come along now, child. We need to be moving."
"Uncle?" Neji asked nervously, hesitantly following the woman as a suit gave him a wad of yen. Hiashi counted the money, then nodded before looking at the suit. "Take care of him." He muttered. He avoided Neji's gaze as he turned, walking away, the suits following after the woman Hiashi had called obaasan. He had a distressed noise, tugging on obaasan's hand, looking back at the closing door.
"Uncle? Uncle!" He cried out, tugging harder on the old woman's surprisingly strong grip. "Uncle!"
"Hush your mouth, child; you don't live with him anymore. You're coming with me to your new home."
"Why though?" He asked, tears in his eyes.
"You've been sold child." Neji's eyes widened, and everything seemed to crash around him.
"Sold…?"
"That's right, boy. Sold for forty thousand yen. Now come on!"
Numb.
He had gone numb long ago; it was a requirement for the job he had. A job unwanted, but he hadn't a choice in it.
The sweaty man above him was breathing heavily, growing weaker and weaker from the action he was doing. His knees were pushed up against his pale chest, pale skin stretched over taut muscles. His body was slim; practically feminine for a full grown man. Chocolate brown hair fanned out behind his head on the soft pillow, silver eyes staring blankly over a naked shoulder. His arms were at either side of him.
And he felt nothing.
The man above him thrust into him hard and fast, pleasuring himself and not his partner. The one laying down wondered where the man's wife thought he was. He was a business man; he could've told the wife he was at a meeting. It was completely possible.
The business man suddenly bit the younger man's shoulder, and he winced as his skin broke. Suddenly the man stilled, before shuddering, his seed spilling. Inwardly Neji made a disgusted face; they never pulled out.
His customer pulled out and away from him, letting Neji's legs fall back onto the futon, bouncing slightly as they landed. He pulled a blanket over the exposed boy, bending down and kissing his neck; his breath stank, Neji noted. "Thanks for the fun, I needed it." The man said, dressing. Neji knew he knew his name, but it slipped him now, so he just nodded mutely. "Sorry I couldn't pleasure you at the same time; didn't have enough cash."
The Hyuuga watched with dull eyes as his customer pulled from his wallet forty thousand yen; more than enough to feed himself for a bit. He placed the wad of yen on the bedside table, nodding to the boy, and walked out of the room, sliding the door shut. He laid there, listening to his faded footsteps, before standing, the blanket sliding off of his sore, used body.
Picking up the discarded kimono from the floor, he slipped the smooth cloth of his shoulders. He tied the obi quickly and efficiently behind him, feeling dirty and sticky; normal feeling after a job. Running long piano fingers through tangled locks, he slid the door opened, walking down the hall. He slid open a door a few meters from the room he left, closing it as his perfect mask of indifference fell.
He untied the obi with efficient hands, slipping the kimono to the floor, walking nude to the wash bin, pouring warm water from the basin into the pitcher. Taking a cloth beside the basin, he dipped it carefully into the water, taking it out and wringing excess water out. He then sat down, and started to clean his bloody entrance and the semen dripping from his entrance down his inner thighs.
The things he did….
He laid the now dirty cloth on the edge of the basin, messaging his sore areas before standing. He walked over to a wardrobe—a new piece of furniture from the West—and opened the doors. He rifled through the kimonos, shamelessly standing without cover, before he took out a white kimono and a dark blue obi, closing the doors. The irony of his kimono was the colour; virgin white. He snorted, slipping the expensive piece on, tying the obi quietly.
He walked out of the room, looking around before he spotting a young blonde walking towards him. "Ino," he called out softly. Yamanaka Ino looked up, blue eyes shining and questioning. "Do I have anymore costumers tonight?"
The blonde looked at him for a long time, before she smiled and shook her head. "Not tonight, Neji-san; looks like Papa is being kind to everyone tonight." Neji let a small smile slip onto his face, and Ino's eyes softened. "Do you hate your job so much, Neji-san? It doesn't seem so bad."
"I sleep in the day and am then bedded by men and women alike at night. You do not know half the horrors of my job." He said gently. "When is my next doctor's appointment?" He asked, quickly changing the subject.
"The next quarter moon, Neji-san. It's a half moon tonight, right?"
"Aa, thank you." He nodded, then started walking. He stopped, though, looking back at Ino, who had yet to move. "Is Uchiha Sasuke done for the night?"
"His last costumer just left, so I suppose so. Tenten says he hasn't moved yet, though." Ino frowned worriedly. "I worry about him sometimes."
"Don't; he's fine." Neji said, looking away. "Have a good night, Ino."
"Thank you, Neji-san." Neji nodded, and then continued down the hall. He stopped in front of a slightly opened door, sliding it open and closing it behind him. He looked over to the bed to see a pale man around his age laying there, a blanket his only cover, and only pulled up to his waist; lithe chest bared.
"Sasuke," he said, smirking quietly. The dark hair, obsidian eyed boy lifted his head, seeing the Hyuuga standing there, looking at him with tired eyes. He then dropped his head back on the pillow; his head bouncing on the pillow.
"I can't move," he said simply, eyes closed. "The man was letting his anger out on me; I'm surprised he didn't pull any of my muscles." Neji sighed, walking over to Sasuke's wash bin, doing the same process he had done only minutes before. He walked to Sasuke with the damp, warm cloth, slipping the blanket off to see blood and bruises forming.
"Damn it." He hissed, before gingerly pushing the other boy's legs up, watching from the corner of his eyes as Sasuke's face contorted ion pain. He gingerly started to clean him, ignoring Sasuke's swearing quietly; the stank of sex lingered in the air. "Why do you do this in your room? There are rooms meant for jobs…"
"What's the difference?" Sasuke muttered, hissing as the cloth brushed his sore and tender entrance. "I'm going to be bedded anywhere the costumer wants."
"Tenten is going to smother you in your sleep." Neji said, smiling a little bitterly. "You know she hates touching these sheets; they're filthy."
"I apologize," Sasuke muttered, opening his eyes as Neji fingered. "I just don't want to have to get up after something like that."
"Sometimes I swear you enjoy my company," Neji teased, looking at his best friend. "I see you most after jobs like that." Sasuke showed a real smile, eyes closed again.
"Don't be foolish."
"I'm back and with a load of cash!"
A bright, cheery female's voice called out happily, followed by the sight of a smiling, peach skinned, green eyed girl. The ting that made her stand out was her short, bright, bubblegum pink hair that bobbed around her head.
She wore a tunic-like kimono with brown strap sandals, the kimono green with a brown obi around her waist. The skirt ended above her knees, and the sleeves were short. Hidden underneath her kimono was a silver chain she kept close.
A blonde haired girl looked up, her dark green eyes smirking at her child-like demeanor. "Is that so?" Temari asked, crossing her arms. She wore a light purple kimono that was short like Sakura's, with short sleeves and a light blue obi; straw sandals on her feet. "How much money did ya bag us, hun?"
"4000 yen!" Sakura crowed, smiling widely. "She looked around, frowning.
In the company of the two girls was a dark brown haired man wearing a faded grey tunic, and black pants that stopped at his knees; a pair of straw sandals on his feet. Beside him, looking through an old book that had been bought second hand was another boy, much younger than Temari or her younger brother Kankuro.
He was the youngest brother, with bright red hair and ice green eyes rimmed with thick black. His clothes were odd; he wore a baggy brown shirt much too big for him, and dark brown pants that fell to his ankles. He had a white wrap around his shoulders and neck, his feet bare. His name was Gaara, youngest of the Sabaku siblings.
"4000 yen? We haven't had that much in a while!" Temari said in delight, looking over to her brothers. "What can we buy?"
"Cheap sake; she'll be happy." Kankuro said, smirking. "Same with me." Temari smirked, rolling her eyes at the boy before looking at the quiet Gaara.
"Do you want a new book, otouto?" She asked softly. He looked up at her, blinking, before he inclined his head one, going back to reading. She smiled, then looked at Sakura. "And y— what's up?"
Sakura looked over at Temari, scowling a little. "Where is he?" She asked, crossing her arms; yen hanging loosely from her hand. "I come with the best find yet, and he's missing! He would've shouted 'Ramen!' by now." She said, huffing. Temari subtly grabbed the yen, tucking it into the top of her kimono, before looking at the angered pinkette.
"He went off to think an hour ago. I think it's about Lover." She said gently. "He hasn't gone to see Lover in a while; I think he's lonely." Sakura frowned, and then sighed. "Hey, Kankuro and I will get the food and book. You want anything?"
"Rice…And hope." She whispered, before she squeezed Temari's hand. She walked over to Kankuro, hugging him, before kneeling beside Gaara, kissing his cheek. "I'm going to go see him." She whispered into Gaara's ear, smiling as he squeezed her hand softly.
The relationship between Gaara and Sakura was unique. They communicated by short sentences and meaningful looks; but most of all, they communicated through touch. Gaara didn't like speaking too much, and no one minded. But he also hated physical contact from anyone other than Sakura. Why, though, was still a mystery; even to his siblings.
Sakura then stood up, stretching her arms over her head. "Haruno," Kankuro called. "Be careful, eh? He might've fallen into one of those moods." He warned. Sakura looked at him, and then smiled.
"I think I can handle it." She said, and then waved, running down the alley they lived in.
She walked down a family alley, avoiding scuttling rats and the sleeping homeless. Sighing, she stopped in front of a pile of intricately placed boxes; placing her fisted hands on her hips in determination, she scrambled up the first box, a hand keeping the back of her skirt down. She continued up the boxes until she reached her final destination; the roof.
Scrambling up onto the flat, old Western styled building; she got her footing and walked across the flat roof, towards a slouched figure on the other side.
Even sitting, you could see how tall the young man was. He had tanned skin; an effect created out of working in the sun for years. He had soft, sun spun golden yellow hair that spiked in random directions, and he turned his head to his profile; blue eyes dark and thoughtful, three whisker scars on both cheeks. Those dark eyes brightened, though, when he saw Sakura standing behind him; a bright, smile spreading across his handsome face.
Uzumaki Naruto was his name; and he was Sakura's best friend.
"Sakura-chan!" He called out happily, patting the spot beside him; the moon's light illuminating his face in an eerie blue glow. "Come on, sit down; body heat is good on cool nights." Sakura smirked at him, walking over and sitting next to him, leaning against his side with her head on his shoulder; his strong arm wrapped around her thin shoulders tightly. "So…What's up? Your eyes are brighter than normal."
"Brighter, eh?" She said, eyes closed as she took in the comforting warmth of Naruto. "I guess that's because I got 4000 yen today."
"Whoa! Seriously? How'd you do that?" He asked shock evident in his voice. Sakura smirked, shaking her head. "Did you sell yourself for some cash?"
"Give me some credit." Sakura muttered, elbowing him in the side; he grunted, and she smiled victoriously. "I sold something."
"What did you sell?" Naruto asked softly. Sakura opened her eyes, their bright green duller than before. "Sakura…?"
"I sold my gown." She said, smiling a little bitterly as she spoke. "Some little girl will have authentic silk."
"But that was your last reminder of—!"
"Ah, not so much." She reached into the top of her kimono, pulling out the silver chain from underneath. "I still have this."
"But without the pendent, it's not the same." Naruto muttered, lips on her temple as Sakura's face fell. "You're selling your past for our sakes; selling everything you know."
"I don't know what they mean, Naruto! I don't remember anything!" She said, pulling away from him jerkily, her face contorted in pain. "I see flashes of something that happened and I can't think of what it has to do with me. A boy; men in suits; the sound of screaming." She buried her face in her hands, shuddering a sigh. "What's it got to do with me?"
Naruto wrapped his arms around her comfortingly, sighing softly. "It has nothing to do with you now, right? It's in the past." He smiled. "Don't let it haunt you."
"You let yours haunt you," she whispered. The blonde sight softly. "Why can't I even figure mine out?"
"I'll help you." Naruto said, lifting her head gingerly; thumb wiping away the tears on her cheeks. "No crying; they make me sad." She smiled watery. "There we are; a smile! Such a pretty smile." She laughed. "There's my Saku-chan! Now, are Temari and Kuro getting food?"
"Yeah; and Gaara a new book."
"Right on; the guy's been quoting entire conversations in that old book of his." Sakura shook her head, smiling as she kissed one of the arms wrapped around her in thanks. He squeezed her, before letting go and standing, dragging Sakura up. "Let's go keep the red head company while the others are getting food. You ask for ramen?"
"They'll get it if we can afford it."
"Dattebayo!"
"So, are you going to se him tonight?" Neji asked, looking at the dressed Sasuke. "You haven't seen him for a while."
"He's been busy." Sasuke said softly, eyes closed tightly. "When living with other people on the streets, he has to wok hard to keep them fed." He sighed gently. "He speaks of taking care of his best friend a lot."
"Who is that?"
"He calls her, 'his blossom'." Sasuke said, opening his eyes. "A girl with no memory of her past."
"Huh," Neji nodded, thinking about this girl. She sounded…Interesting. "Well, I hope he visits soon."
"So do I." Neji smirked.
"Of course he will! He misses his Lover." Sasuke smirked, sighing as he massaged his thighs.
"Yeah."