Yo! This is my second serious story- the first FAYLED. XD. Fayled at life. So, this is another try- a try from someone who's only ever read ONE, Narusasu. Yep. I'm a reforming SasuNaru fan. Critisism are appreciated- like on my awful spelling/plot holes- but Flames- now, those, will be used to burn failed Gennin. Got it? Yeah. So, review away, if you think my story's worth me writing!
Next chapter; I'll be holding a vote to see what other pairings will be written- and remember, Naruto and Sasuke don't have to be single, or unclaimed, in the beggining. The vote will include the biggest question of all-
SasuNaru, or NaruSasu.
So, yeah. Read and review!


PROLOGUE


It was one of those small shops, the sort that frequent the more down town area of things- where old women, convinced they were at the prime of their life, might sit in disturbingly revealing clothing on the cold unforgiving pavement of the dusty sidewalk, beside them a few old men who wished to peddle their wares of broken glass and melded metals on worn blankets.

The surrounding area was full of 'trash', or 'scum', as some liked to title the wonderful occupants of Ore avenue- young bunches of children who housed in the run down apartment system, acting as a sort of 'gang'- a couple of seedy book stores which were run by ambitious homeless people- gender remains undecided- who want to bring the glamour back to the once popular settlement.

The only places that really gained any attention at all were the Whore Stops, where homeless prostitutes might strut their stuff- if they had anything worth selling- and show off their attributes, attending to the every whim and wish of the business men which served as costumers. 'Yes sir, no sir, twenty dollars sir', could be often heard, as well as 'Fuck, kink or blow?' from more of the forward ones. These interesting individuals were one of a kind- of course, that wasn't always a good thing, seeing as 'one of a kind' might mean, 'possessing deadly STD', or 'Rotting down there', or frankly, 'Can never get it up'. Despite this, no matter what the deficit or definite flaw, mostly all the little prostitutes got their pay by the end of the evening.

Just not always quite by 'whoring'. The Whore Stops weren't unpleasant, really- rather quaint, with their shag carpeting making it look like a hippie stop, yet the eerie sometimes crimson walls giving them a dank and morbid look. However, the bright pillows, blankets, and various sex instruments scattered around gave it less of a creepy appearance, and a more welcoming feel. Not that the various people lying around with their legs spread wasn't welcoming enough.

On the farthest corner of Ore avenue, closest to the main area of the city, there was a particularly noticeable Whore Stop- its walls an unusual shade of lime green, and its carpeting black. The light fixtures cast a dim glow- rather fancy, due to the fact it used to be a four star hotel- across a series of bright orange pillows coupled with blankets an equally painful colour of blue, undistinguishable splatters of something or other spotting both here and there.

This Whore Stop was rented by some of the finest whores, the ones that raised the most money- whether with thieving from their poor costumers wallets, or from selling their body, mattered little to the landlord, Sarutobi. This Whore Stop had one more distinguishable thing about it- besides the running plumbing, of course- the fact that the whores there took two clients, and two clients only.

Its sign read;

KONOHA