disclaimer: i only own the little messed up minds of theirs.
dedication: to neon glitter. and to Porcelain And The Tramps.
a/n: don't know, don't care. to much energy drinks and not enough sleep. -_-
the side-effects are sexual
-she says: i don't want to waste my life, hating every goddamn day away-
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Sakura was a mess.
all night she would roam the streets in skimpy dresses and too-high-heels, her petite frame covered in glitter and perfume, hair in soft waves and lips red as the lights in the district she walked.
she might have hated(or loved) how she sold herself.
the whole job was dirty and degrading. but the thought, that someone wanted her enough to pay for her, made her feel pretty.
and she always wanted to be pretty.
so, every night, Sakura would but on her little-less-than-there clothes, paint on her face and clumsily walk around the little redlight-district.
she was a mess.
a crazy, beautiful and glittering mess.
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Sasuke was a little boy trapped in an almost-adult body.
anyone could see the fear and sorrow that never left his eyes, even when he was half-way drunk, with a barbie-girl in his lap, a laugh reaching from his trout.
he was beaten and broken and alone and miserable.
but Sasuke never told anyone that.
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they met on accident.
she was again roaming the streets, and he was just looking for some fu(ck)n.
Sasuke instantly noticed her.
or her hair, that is.
the pink stood out from the dark of the walls, her pale skin screeching out at him.
she was just so fucking pretty.
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they fucked over and over again.
he felt needed, and she felt pretty.
that was their relationship.
fucked up.
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"Sasuke?"
"hm?"
"i think i'm starting to like you."
"oh..."
"is that bad, Sasuke?"
"that okay Sakura, don't worry."
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he sat on the fire escape to her room, a burning cigarette in hand, and a half-empty bottle in the other.
from above, he watched as she danced in the rain, all glitter-and-sparks, screaming in joy.
-so fucking pretty.
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later that night, he left.
and when she woke up at noon, he still wasn't there.
'no... no..."
she screeched.
he left her.
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in the next few months, she hadn't seen him.
when one night, she woke up, to see him lying next to her.
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the touch of skin to skin wasn't enough anymore.
"a want you to stay."
"no, Sakura."
"just for a bit?"
"look, you're pretty and nice, bu-"
he stopped talking, when he sad her fall to the bed, her head in her hands.
"maybe we could pretend that everything is okay? even if for a little while..."
"you know that we can't, Sakura."
"but all i want is to be happy! why can't i be happy, Sasuke... what did i do wrong?"
he watched as tears swelled up in her eyes, little fists clenching as she tried not to scream.
"i just want to be happy..."
"Sakura..."
"don't i deserve to be happy, Sasuke? am i a bad person, and i do not deserve happiness?"
he stayed silent, as small sobs rocked her body.
they were messed up in more way then one.
why?
because he felt happy, to see her like this.
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and he left again.
only to come back.
"i miss you all wrong Sakura."
"i know Sasuke, i know..."
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-the last time i saw you, you turned away...
i couldn't see with the sunshine in my face-
a/n: um, can you say messed up? yes, i know i'm insane. leave a review as a goodbye?