Author's Notes: New story idea for everyone!! Haha. Anyways I know that the subject of prostitution is very delicate and I kinda wanted to display a kind of real-life experience here so you little youngsters can learn a few things. :) Hope you guys like it. This is my first shot at a first-person fic. XD

Warning. Incest and rape are both tinted on this chapter. If this bothers you, please turn back now.

Disclaimer.

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Suppose you and I were discussing the problems of our life's history over a hot cup of tea.

You would tell me your perils of the past, and I would tell you mine. One thing is for certain though during our discussion, our problems would be very different from each other's. In other words, my past would seem like a living nightmare compared to yours.

Not that I am judging.

But it is just the simple fact that what I went through was beyond any normal human being's experience. Luckily, I have made it to this day to explain to you the most horrid chapters of my life.

Please…hear me out; it may be our last chance.

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I remember clearly the frosty night of that winter evening.

The sun had not appeared upon Konoha for the longest of times, and many women of the village were worried for their husbands who were forced to work day and night patrolling the outskirts of the village. Regardless of the snow falling from the heavens, and the icy mist covering the village like a glacial winter blanket.

Everything was quiet; almost too quiet.

Small financial problems were placed all throughout the village due to the snowy weather, and our defenses were slowly, but clearly, falling poor. Many people went missing for no apparent reason. This meant many homeless children wandering the streets looking for food and the slightest of comfort.

Some even took drastic measures for money.

Drastic measures that I know all to well.

I was in my room that night. Doing nothing much of what I always do. Just lying down on my small twin-size bed reading a long boring book. My mind wandered back and forth between sleep and consciousness. I was clearly tired, but I forced my eyes open knowing that I wasn't ever really safe when I fell asleep.

The reason, you ask?

My brother. Itachi Uchiha.

I remember feeling intruding hands go between my legs during the mist of the nights in which I fell into deep sleep, and hot breaths being pressed down at the side of my neck every time I tried to switch positions in bed. Sometimes I even felt something hard press between my rear.

He was always there.

Always there, without delay, lying right next to me, exploring my body in ways I didn't like.

I never did get the guts to tell him to stop. I felt weak compared to him. I was much to embarrassed to explain to him what I felt when he did that. Besides, I could've been mistaken, I thought.

I mean…my older brother wouldn't do something like that to me, right?

I had always questioned that to myself. As naïve and young as I was, I never dared to think wrong of my older brother. After all, he did look after me and he was always there when I needed him.

Besides, even if he did do that, it never did go any further than just silent caresses at night.

He was, after all, the only family I had.

Most of my family was dead due to certain diseases while others just disappeared from out of the blue.

We had also pretty much cut all ties to the outside world.

The only reasons Itachi left the house were to work his daily shift, buy groceries, and purchase new clothes every once per month.

I, on the other hand, left at no time during the days.

Itachi had never let me go outside of the house by myself; he always explained to me just how malicious the outside world was, and the many dangers that existed from just outside our front door.

I, being the youngest, agreed to everything he said. I obediently did as he asked when he told me to clean the house and such. Or when he just simply wanted me to go upstairs to my room, I had gladly obliged.

He wasn't a bad person, I thought, it's not like if he had ever treated me in a bad manner or had asked me to do something against my will.

I stuck to that thought, wanting to answer my own dark secret that I had been hiding for the longest time in my mind.

But all was torn into pieces, and dismantled into tiny shreds when that horrible incident took place in that cold winter night.

An incident that had changed my life forever.

"Sasuke," I heard my brother say from downstairs, "Come down here."

Obeying to his orders, I rushed downstairs from my room, dropping the book I was reading down to the cold wooden floor.

I felt my naked feet cringe at the iciness of the floor, but I ignored it as best I could when I turned towards Itachi, "Yes, brother?"

"Come here, closer" he said, a strange glint in his crimson eyes, "I won't bite."

A bit thrown back at the look of his eyes, I forced myself to proceed towards my calling brother. My feet were almost glued down to the floor, and my legs felt like two frozen Popsicle sticks as I strained myself to stand directly in front of Itachi.

That's when I noticed something was strange.

His breath…it was…bitter.

It was clearly enveloped in the strong scent of alcohol. Itachi was drunk.

"Sit on the table for me, little brother," I heard him hiss out, pulling me by my forearm towards the kitchen table.

I quickly obeyed, confused and lost as to what was next, I sat down on the cold table; my legs partially separated.

I watched as he approached me with ease, his long black hair following along with his rhythmic walk.

Oh, how very beautiful my brother was.

My eyes snapped open when I felt his intense presence right in front of me, and his body forced between my legs. I gave out a quiet 'eep' when I felt his long slim hands travel up my thighs, his polished fingernails gently scraping on the sensitive skin.

"I-Itachi…", I gasped out, trying to wiggle my legs away from his hands, "Wh-what're you d-doing…?"

"It's alright, Sasuke…", he quietly said, his hands regaining grip on my legs, "It'll go by quickly…"

My skin tensed at his words, what did he mean by 'this will go by quickly'? Was he going to do something to me? Was he going to hurt me?

"B-brother…please-", I whispered, trying to get as far away as possible from Itachi, "Stop…"

"Shhh," he lulled, bringing me back to where I was with a quick tug, "Spread your legs for me, Sasuke…"

Confused and scared, I trusted my brother, as good as he was to me, and split my legs slowly in front of him; revealing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

"Mmm," I heard Itachi moan, as I noticed a violent glint cross upon his intense eyes, "You're so beautiful…"

I gave out a small shriek when I felt him push down my upper body on the table, his strong hands tugging down at my shorts.

He was taking them off. He was trying to rape me, I thought, my hands fisting themselves into two balls when I felt Itachi's erected member brush down between my legs.

"Itachi…! Stop…!", I shrieked, tears forming themselves at the sides of my eyes, gently spilling down and forming a wet stream on my reddened cheeks, "Please…!"

"Shut up!", he sharply replied, violently pulling of my shorts down to the ground.

I felt him force himself upon me; his firm hands gripping down at my wrists on the table, his searing breath stabbing me in the neck

I could feel something forcing it's way inside me through my boxers, something hard and thick. I really had no clue as to what it might be since I was too naïve back then to learn about such sensual things.

But what I could tell you was that I was scared. Scared and in panic.

I didn't know what to do. My mind clogged up and my body froze on that very table.

How could my own brother do this to me?

"Sasuke," Itachi hissed in my ear, darting his tongue on my neck, "Don't you like this?"

I shook my head quickly to the side, my eyes wide with fear.

"Aw, so you don't?", he hissed again, using his free hand to tug down at my boxers, "But I thought you would little brother…"

"Itachi! Please…! Stop!", I screamed, tears rapidly making their way down my cheeks as I felt Itachi begin to stretch me with his fingers.

I watched him as he serrated a smirk, violence clearly present in every single part of his expression. Where was the gentle-eyed Itachi I once knew? Why was Itachi doing this?

"How I've awaited this moment, my dear brother," he whispered, his warm lips brushing against my own, "hiding for such a long time behind a gentle loving mask…did you really think I loved you, Sasuke?"

My mind lost all control at those words. Had my brother just said to me that he had never loved me?

"I-Itachi…I…", I wheezed out, my eyes squinting from the sharp pain coming from my rear.

"Sasuke…how stupid and ignorant you are…", Itachi whispered, glaring at me with hatred in his ruby eyes.

The pain was excruciating and I felt my conscience begin to drift away, I had to think of a way to get away from that place, quick. My eyes slowly drifted to the side, and I noticed the door was unlocked. My mind eased a bit and I turned back to my brother, pain clearly displayed on my expression.

"Itachi…stop…", I tried once more, feeling my inner muscles begin to contract with Itachi's fingers.

He laughed. A sinister grin falling upon his face as he replied to my plead with a simple stale "no".

After his response, I didn't think twice before using my right leg to kick down on Itachi's shin, sending the most of impact I could manage to inflict.

"Ah!", I heard him shout out as he let go of my wrists, easing the pain in his leg.

I immediately took the chance to roll from off the table, snatching my shorts along with me as I rushed towards the front door; hot tears still slipping from my eyes as I finally realized just what I was attempting to do.

I was going to run away.

Run away and never come back.

I was never going to see my brother again.

"Get back here you slut!", Itachi screamed, making his way towards me with infuriated steps.

I quickly twisted the doorknob and slammed the door wide open, feeling the frosty breeze of the outside world brush against my skin. I looked back one last time at my enraged brother, and quietly bid a silent good-bye to my house, rushing out the door as fast as my legs could take me.

I looked back after a good solid minute of running through the snow, and noticed that Itachi hadn't followed.

I slowed down, falling to my knees in an alleyway as I slipped on my shorts. I could feel my skin terribly cold from the icy wind and my lack of winter clothes. My feet were especially hurting me. They had grown numb from running through the snow at maybe 10pm at night with no socks or shoes on.

I slowly stood up, looking around for any other presence around the street as I crossed my arms in front of me, trying to spread some warmth throughout my torso.

Then I noticed a few people around my age standing by a nearby corner, most of them young boys like me; but before I knew it my legs gave out and I felt myself faint on the cold sidewalk of the Konoha street.

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I woke up the next morning, my whole entire body numb from the cold.

I quickly stood up, realizing that I was no longer at home with my brother, but that I was in the middle of someplace unknown.

I had no idea where I was, let alone, I had no idea where to go. I looked around me as I stood on my own two feet.

Then there it was. Those same kids standing in that corner that I had just seen yesterday. Having no other resorts, I approached them, my teeth quietly clattering from a sudden breeze. I stood not far from the ball of kids and I quickly noticed one of them sticking out of the bunch like a sore thumb.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, and tan-brown skin.

Beautiful.

Beyond any beauty I had ever imagined in my wildest dreams.

I stared at the young boy for a few moments before approaching him cautiously and waving my hand at him.

I smiled when I noticed I had caught his attention.

"Hey…haven't seen you around here.", the mysterious blonde replied, not moving from his spot.

"I haven't been around here before…", I replied, browsing through the other kids surrounding us, some of them were girls, but the majority were guys, "What're you guys doing here? Waiting for the bus or somethin'?"

I tried my best to seem care-free, despite the fact that I was freezing to death and the fact that I had just finished running away from home just yesterday.

"No…", the blue-eyed boy responded, a sad distant look in his eyes, "More like waiting for a job."

"A job?", I questioned, confusion spread throughout my face.

"Idiot, don't you know?! We have no where else to go, we have no money, so we take the only resort me have…!", the blonde shouted, water beginning to form at the sides of his eyes.

I stepped back, noticing I had clearly slightly pissed him off.

"It's alright…sorry.", the blonde whispered, turning away from me and looking towards the dim lights of the nearby stores.

I stepped forward again, observing the rare beauty that that boy possessed. His eyes were so very blue it was almost unreal, and his hair…yellow as the peel of a ripe banana.

"What's your name?", he asked, his voice rather distant.

"Sasuke. And yours?"

"Naruto."

I slightly smiled at his reply; the sound of that name sounded so sweet between my eardrums.

"So…what job are you waiting for, Naruto?", I asked, looking around in the corner we were located.

"It's kind of embarrassing to say…", Naruto whispered, looking down at the ground in shame.

I tilted my head to the side, not really knowing why someone would be ashamed of having a job, "C'mon, you can tell me."

I heard him quietly sigh, a lone expression in his bright blue eyes, "Prostitution…"

I was confused at the word. I didn't really know what it meant so I blurted out my question without thinking twice.

"What's that?"

Naruto turned away, hiding his face behind yellow strands of hair, "You have sex for money, alright…?"

I gasped to myself at the response.

Had all these teenagers been standing here waiting for some random guy to pick them up for money?

Would they actually do that just to get enough money to buy a small portion of food to survive with throughout the day?

I was confused; reality hitting me like a ton of bricks as I finally realized in just what situation I was actually in.

I was in the streets, alone, with no money, no food, and no place to go. And my brother had just tried to violate me last night and I had ran away from home, maybe miles away.

"Now do you get it, idiot?", I heard the blonde snap out, fisting his hand into a tight ball.

"I…"

"I have to go now…I'll see you later, maybe.", Naruto whispered, as I noticed a figure starting to approach where he was.

It was a bigger figure than his, an adult maybe, and it was a man.

Then it hit me; these kids standing in this corner were actual prostitutes.

I watched in fear as I noticed the man flashing a couple of dollars at Naruto, a smirk displayed across his lips.

I turned back towards the blonde I had just met and I watched him as he walked towards the older man, a tear clearly rolling down his cheek.

He didn't want to do this.

He didn't enjoy doing this.

But he had to.

For the sake of survival.

I looked around at the others in the corner, most of them wrapped in a thin blanket, and a piece of small bread in their dirty hands. I almost cried at the sight; understanding the actual situation this kids were in.

I also knew what had to be done in order to save myself from starving to death. I had no job permit, I was only 13, and I didn't have a parent or guardian. In order to keep myself alive, had to do what these others were doing.

My eyes wandered around, trying to find a spot in which I could sit down on. When I did, I took a seat next to a brunette with red marks on his cheeks, his eyes closed in what seemed to be a fake slumber.

"Hey…", I whispered.

He didn't answer, so apparently, he really was sleeping. I sighed to myself, my eyes starting to well up into tears as I realized what I was doing.

I was going to sell myself for money.

I was going to throw myself away to random men for money.

I was disgusted at the thought, I wanted to go home, but I knew I couldn't. Itachi would probably kill me if I showed my face to him again. I sighed to myself, scooting closer to the boy next to me for warmth, my feet now completely numb from the snow under my feet.

I slowly began to close my eyes, but they were shot wide open once again when I felt a hand poke at my shoulder.

I squinted my eyes, trying to take in the appearance before me, it was someone I had never met or seen before. It was a man. He didn't seem old or extremely young. He appeared to be somewhere in his 20's or so. He had white silvery hair that fell to one side, and he had a large scar slashed against his right eye. I rubbed my eyes with my fists, and looked into the man's eyes, fear surfacing upon my confused expression when I finally realized what the man wanted.

"Hey, kid.", I heard the man say, a sly smile pressed along his lips, "I'll pay you 5 bucks. Whaddya say?"

I turned to the others in the corner and noticed how they were looking at me. Some with what seemed to be jealousy in their eyes and others with what seemed to be misery. I quietly gulped to myself when I noticed a pink-haired girl nod her head slowly in approval, as if letting me know it was okay to go with the man. Yet I still noticed the quiet grief she held within her expression.

I looked back at the man, and stood up, wiping away the snow from my behind.

"Haha, come along, kid.", he said, taking my hand in his and leading the both of us towards his house.

I quietly followed, a knot forming in my throat as I thought about the things the man could possibly do to me when we got to his destination. I felt my stomach churn in anxiety, and my skin stretch in uneasiness as I followed along with the man.

"It's your first time doing this, isn't it?", I heard the white-haired man ask, a small smile crossing against his lips.

"Y-yes…", I replied, my face looking down in shame at the ground.

"I see."

I quietly gasped as I felt the man stop in front of an apartment door, taking out keys from his side pocket.

"We're here.", he whispered, his voice husky, "Time for us to have some fun."

I swallowed hard, my eyes widening in fear and panic as I felt the silver-haired man gently push me inside the apartment.

I could hear my own heart beating, and I felt my legs begin to shake when I heard the quiet clink of the door being closed behind me. All means of second thoughts were torn away as I heard the locks of the apartment door being locked securely.

"Get undressed."

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Finished:D Anyways, I thought this turned out pretty good. If you guys found any weird mistakes please let me know, since I am much too lazy to re-read right now. XD Feedback and reviews will definitely encourage me to continue this story. :) Thanks.