Summary: Iruka Umino, a young teenage prostitute gets a life changing experience after he is saved by a mysterious ANBU from attempted suicide. Upon later figuring out that his savior is Kakashi Hatake, a noble of Konoha the two meet again. However, Kakashi offers Iruka more than he bargained and eventually, teaches him to trust again.

Raitings: T

Warings: Yaoi, Past Rape, Future Mpreg

He sat in his designated seat at a glass table, watching as the wealthy citizens at the party enjoyed themselves. People swayed from side to side, a woman sang on the stage, and lights flashed brightly, obscuring his vision.

When someone of the Nobles and Wealthy men would look at him, he'd turn away and avoid their gaze, but why? If they wanted him, they only needed to approach him and order him to a room. Then he'd be forced to strip, in most occasions he'd be drugged by his client, and then they would commit the "deed".

He shuddered every time he thought about it, even though he'd committed this act so many times. But what sickened him the most was the fact that he was naked...he was vulnerable. When these men took him, when they explored his body...he felt vulnerable. He believed that in a way, being naked during a forced intercourse, was a way for him, and people like him, to understand that they were nothing. He couldn't deny a man who wanted him, he couldn't deny a man who took him for his body. He couldn't even get out of this place, out of his torment. He had tried time after times and in the end, he'd end up caught and severely punished.

Sitting there in a mocking pure white kimono, he started to count people. In the end, there were more than a hundred people, all dressed in fine clothing. Both men and women wore gallons of fragrance, women wore pounds of perfume. Some women wore jewels that were brighter than the party lights and this caused him to laugh a bit. However, that small amount of happiness was short lived, when he felt someone take tug the back of his collar.

"Iruka Umino, right?" It was a man, obviously, who was dressed in fine clothing. His hair was black and slicked back, giving him the appearance of an elegant spoiled brat. His teeth were white and straight and his skin was pale. The only thing that was colorful about him were his bright blue eyes. But they were cold blue eyes.

"Yes." Iruka replied. "I am."

"I've heard of your reputation." The man bent over and whispered in his ear. "But I'm here to break you. Tonight, I want to show you that there is no escape. Will you comply?"

"Yes." Iruka replied knowing that he couldn't deny.

"Good." The man pulled Iruka from his seat and hurried him out of the main room and down a long dark hallway. "This is my home you know. I'm a millionaire." He led Iruka into a room at the end of the hallway. It was big, but Iruka had been in bigger and the bed was average size as well. It just had curtains over it this time, black curtains.

"Are you impressed?" The man asked, already undoing his own pants. "Whore?" His hand stroked Iruka's back up and down until it slipped its way into his kimono.

Iruka closed his eyes as he felt his own clothing slip from his body, silently...he prayed in his head as he was led to this mans bed.

He never believed that praying worked, but it never hurt him to do it.

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Iruka woke up the next morning on the side of a street with his kimono barely covering him. There was a roll of money laying next to him, and a canister of pain killers.
Quickly he sat up and put his clothes back on. He was in pain, so standing was a problem for him but he wobbly made his way to his feet and walked down the street.

As he walked, he opened up the canister and helped himself to a few painkillers.
He waited for the medicine to take affect and when it did, he just sighed and sat on the curb.
What is my life? He asked himself as he sat there, like he had so many times before this. Why am I even alive?

And what a great question that was. Everything up to this point, since the death of his mother, since his father had sold him for money, had been terrible. Why did his existence matter if he'd only be used as a toy for lust and pleasure?

He didn't want that.

And for once in his life, he decided to make a decision for himself, by himself.

Folding his hands and praying a silent prayer, he with drew the top from the canister and consumed every pain killer that could fit into his mouth.
Seconds later, his world had turned dark and then, he felt happier than he had in years.

I know you're all like "Where the hell is the rest of it?"

The link to the original is on my profile. However, you should be warned that the original is NC-17 and explicit. You've been warned.

Either someone reported me, or fanfiction just decided to take it down. Either way, It's still posted.

BTW, you can see my response on my page, and I don't own Naruto.