Disclaimer- I do not own Naruto. I just think the charactors in it are hot. :)
Please note- This is an Alternate Universe. It is with the charactors but not with the Naruto story line at all. So please, if you want to flame, go ahead. I will make s'mores :)
Gaara eyed the situation around him, an obvious defiancy in the way he stood. His kohl-rimmed eyes wished daggers could leap from his pupils. These men were disgusting. He shifted from one tired leg to the other. A couple brows were raised at his movement, lust filling their faces. He stared ahead stoically, trying to ignore the leering surrounding him. He kept silent and stared at the brick wall across from him.
He sighed in resiganation once the spotlight clicked on and rotated to him. His pale skin was illuminated in the dark room. Whistles sprouted through out the room, sending shivers down his spine. He lowered his broken head to the floor, praying he could melt into it. A man, tribal markings lining his cheeks, in a cheap pin-striped suit flounced up on stage, wearing a grin that would put the Cheshire cat to shame.
"You are going to bring in some green tonight, kid. Just be a good boy and you might wear down some of what you owe me." Baki whispered into Gaara's ear. Gaara lifted his head to meet the bloodshot eyes of his large pimp. He knew it wasn't true; the man would find any reason to add more money onto Gaara's total.
The brute grabbed Gaara's arm and dragged him to the edge of the stage. Gaara's stomach somersaulted as the man began the sale.
"One of my most prized whores here! Satisfaction Garaunteed! Barely 18, no drugs or diseases! Let us start at.....$5,000!"
Tears bordered in the fire-headed boys eyes. He refused to let them fall, focasing on that rather than the shouting the bidders were making. The numbers were rising, larger than what he had anticiated. The heart trapped behind his ribs thudded hard, threatenting to break the curved bones. Why did he have to be sold like this? Naked and shameless on a grimey stage, going to bed with the man with the deepest pockets? The traitorous tears slipped out, streaking the kohl down his soft cheeks.
He barely noticed that the cries had died down and a tension clung to the air. Apathetically curios, he raised his head up.
A young man, shaggy raven hair, empty shark eyes, stood before the stage. The man was wearing a long black kimono, his long sleeves close to scraing the dirty floor. He was analyzing the whore in front of him with cold emotionless eyes. Their eyes met, sending waves of ice over Gaara's body. Please not him, his mind began to chant. Please, why can't any kind person buy me? The young man then smiled, a cat-like grin creeping across his face.
"I'll take him." He announced softly.
"Well you gotta pay first, kid", Baki sang, turning the attention to the awaiting crowd.
The man reached into his willowey sleeves and pulled out a tightly wrapped bundle of money. Gaara cringed inwardley as Baki shifted thru the papers. Baki's eyes grew to dinner-plates as he counted the seemingly never ending bundle.
"SOLD!" He rejoiced, throwing his hands up into the air. The men in the room groaned and muttered, not beleiving that they had been done out by some young foreigner. Baki reached for Gaara's leash and snapped the chain onto the whores collar. "Aw, don't pout, boy. This nice young man just reduced your debt by 20%. Treat him good and he might buy you again." He leered, knowing fully well that Gaara's debt was infinate.
Baki handed the leash to the foreigner, who took it begrugdingly. The men locked eyes again. The same black eyes met stoic green tear-streaks.
"Do not worry, Gaara. You will be in good hands." The cat-grinning man cooed as he dropped the leash and took Gaara's hand to lead him off the stage. Gaara simpley shook his head. This man would be like all the others. All money, hard dick, cruel hearts. Gaara was just a body for their horrible pleasures. He exhaled once his bare feet hit the floor.
"I have to go get dressed. Please wait here." Gaara recited, his head bowed. The strange man nodded, allowing Gaara to shuffle off to the dressing room. Once behind the curtain, Gaara found a presentable dark grey dress shirt and a pair of dark-coloured slacks. He threw it on, not wanting to keep his client waiting. He had done that once and learned never to do it again. This business was for quick-learners. Those who didn't were chewed up over and over again, never escaping the nightmare world. He shuffled back out and darted to his customer in mock anticipation.
"Are you ready to go home now?" The man asked. Gaara only nodded, lead butterflies fluttering in his stomach as they exited the building.
The man took Gaaras hand again as they strolled down the broken sidewalk. His pride was choking in his throat as he went over the grotesque scene he was familiar with in his head.
The man stopped in his tracks as an older style Mercedes pulled up to the curb. He held the door open for the fire-haired boy, the annoying cat-grin playing at his lips again. Everytime the man flashed that smile, Gaara felt like a tiny bird trapped in tiny cage. He stepped gingerly into the car and slid across the leather.
"Master Sai, I see you have a date for the night. It's always nice to see you with company." The driver said. Sai? Master Sai?
"Yes, Kiba. Now if you could please take us home." He directed his driver before raising the divider between them.
Sai pulled Gaara closer to him, wrapping his arm around the boy.
"You are mine now. You will have no more worries. Please smile Gaara." Sai purred into the boys ear.
"Correction: you have me for one night. But in this night, I am yours and yours alone." Gaara retorted, churning out his false seduction. Men and women were putty whenever he turned on his manufactured charm. He ran his thin fingers down Sai's smooth jaw line, turning it so he could bring his lips closer.
"You must have misunderstood. I said you are now mine. I'm not returning you to that filthy man or that destitute brothel you frequent. Now smile for real now. Those fake ones do not suit your gorgueos face."
An explosion behind them shook the city. The car rocked violently against the waves, debris pelting the roof. Gaara's head snapped to the window behind him only to see a fireball curling from the building he was just in. Smoke plumed into the muggy air. Gaara tried not to feel fear, wanted desperately to remain stoic. He kept his eyes locked on the destruction behind him, unable to tear his eyes from it. Sai pulled himself closer to the frozen man. His reassuring words landed on deaf ears. Gaara knew Sai was a dangerous man. He just didn't know exactly how dangerous.
I will have more explanations in the next chapter, I'm just testing the waters now. :) I know this has nothing to do with the series, I just like playing with charactors is all.
YAY! My very first fanfic. I don't even care if it gets ripped to shreds because it was fun to write so P yep.....