Notes: another story I know, I know. I have issues, however just because I make a new story doesn't mean I stopped writing my other stories. Like I said I make new stories than new chapters because I'm weird like that. This story will be showing some of the darker sides of Naruto, and will be very dark so please be kind to me and be warned if you are triggered. Male!s/i so yeah. Also I do not have an end couple so leave suggestions if you want to help me choose. I hope you enjoy this small preview of the story!
Warning: forced prostitution, grammar, death, gore, sex, dark themes, triggering things, dark side of naruto
no beta! will most likely go back later and fix errors
I will put more warnings later on! also I will put warnings on chapters that need them. Leave reviews please and thank you!
Preview / sample
Tying the kimono around my tiny waist I sat still as the mistress of the brothel got me ready for the customer. How it came to this was beyond my understanding, for one minute I was alive living my life in happiness but one (no pun intended really) slip caused it all to fall on top of me. Slipping in the shower wasn't anything to be proud of especially if you die along with it. However, I didn't stay dead as you could see. I was reborn in a place that was truly different then my first life, which let me tell you was weird saying.
Yipping softly, I looked at the mistress who tighten the kimono even tighter than before, she was trying to get my attention.
"Yes, Madam-san?" I knew her name, hell the women has raised me thus far. She however did not like me calling her by her name so she told me to call her either 'madam' or 'mistress'.
"You weren't listening boy were you?" She glared at me with such a force I could have died if it was possible to die from it. I could only looking down at my feet. Shaking her head she spoke her mind like she usually did, "If only you weren't so popular with the men, I would have thrown you out."
Ah my new life so far wasn't anything like my first, for in my first I had a loving father, mother, older brother and sister. I wasn't a young prostitute, selling my body for this women to get money. Maybe this was karma coming to bite me in the ass for not looking both ways on the crosswalk, or not texting my friends till hours later. Whatever it was, karma was biting me in the ass hard.
For even if I was at the young age of ten, I have already had sex with severally men and women alike. It started when I was around seven years old, and if I didn't know any better like having a first life I wouldn't have known what they were forcing me to do. However, I did have a first life so I knew what they were talking about.
My new-(mom? No for now she will be mother) mother was a personal favorite to all that had come to the brothel, however she didn't get so lucky after so long with having that luck. She kept me, the women, mother, kept me a bastard of a child. However, she died at childbirth, something I am thankful that I do not remember.
The first thing she was able to do was hold me, sing to me, and give me love. The last thing she was able to do with or for me was give me a name. Just a first name, no surname, no nothing. And I respected her for that, not for the naming and other shit, no for keeping me. For I knew that prostitutes aborted them, however mother fell in love with me, me a child of a blank faced man. She loved me.
So I held the women in high respect, even if I don't remember her or know her. Sometimes, I do feel a warm comfort, a warm embrace. And I thrived off that, for this life left me father and mother less, I missed that comfort. God did I miss it. I missed a mothers love, a father's guide to life, and a sibling playful bickering. I missed all of those, and I hadn't known what I had lost until I lost it.
Feeling a hard slap across my face, I lifted my small hand slowly up to my cheek that was stinging lightly with a slight burn feeling also. Looking up at the mistress with a blank look that she only saw my mouth since my bangs were in front of my face (she says it helps the customers, plus herself to not spend as much money.) I tilted my head to the side.
"W-Why did you do-" I stopped with another slap on my face, however it was on the other cheek.
"You will not speak without consent!" She yelled out in a fiery of red face. I didn't begin to cry, no I just stood there. I was an adult, I may look like a child but mentally I wasn't.
"Do you understand me young man?" She questioned with her face red in anger, she looked like a tomato, but I wasn't gonna say that to her ugly mug.
That wasn't nice me.
"Yes, Madam."
She slapped my face again for the third time, but this time afterwards she gripped my bangs and pulled them. I winced, biting my lip to stop the whimper of pain to release from my mouth, I will not give her that pleasure. She already had many other things above my head, she didn't need another. She forced me to look up at her, but this time we met eye to eye.
"Louder." She forced out, her face going even more red that it almost looked purple, keyword almost.
"Yes, Madam!"
"Good, now go get ready, you have a man waiting to see you in room six."
Then she was gone with the wind, my hair gone from her stinging grip. Rubbing the top of my forehead I felt tears already formed in my eyes ready to fall whenever I so command. Damn it I was stronger than this!
Moving my small hands to my eyes this time, I rubbed at them gently to erase my tears almost coming down. I didn't want to show this weakness. My life may not be perfect but I sure as hell ain't gonna show that demon women my weak side. Humans were truly the demons in life, we're truly are savages.
notes: short but sweet! Leave positive reviews please and thank you
p.s: will most likely work on this story way more since I have a pretty good idea of how I want this story to go.
