A Patient Odyssey
By Vindication
Full Summary:
Sakura is a distressed senior highschool student, she doesn't value life nor does she see life like others, which results to her selling her body to help her justify her existence. Not until an encounter with a kind-hearted old lady that she begins to find true love and happiness. OOC. AU. NaruSaku. Note: No Sex Scenes, Rating for Swearing
Chapter One: The Traveling Outcast
NB: All characters in this story belong to Kishimoto creator of Naruto
Author's Notes: This story isn't for the light-hearted although it does contain many sex scenes; I won't be describing/illustrating them. It won't be all first-person perspective only when there is real emotion that needs to be expressed. The readers must seriously consider the fact that this fic happens to be AU and mild OOC. Have an open mind while reading this
Enjoy
What's the world to me you ask? It's a miserable lonely world where you live just to die. I will always ask myself why people were born, even why I was born. I don't value life nor do I have any interest in changing who I am and this is who I am the near drop out and part-time prostitution. I sell myself to body not because I enjoy being someone's one night lover. I don't have a dream of being object of desire. I just don't understand why it's so important to treasure life as much to selling yourself short. Matter of fact, it pays good money, I don't have a place to stay believe it or not I stay at my clients house in exchange from sex. If prostitution pays off for me living just a little longer I'll do it as means possible. I just don't see the value of life.
Sakura slowly regains stable consciousness as the sun shines brightly onto her, her eyes get weary and she starts to open them only to hear
"So how much is your fee again?" asked a strange man
She slowly got up rubbing her drowsy eyes, yawning at the discomfort awakening. The man that appeared to be talking to her had a robe on and had sat down smoking cigarettes with a smirk on his face.
"40,000 yen" she replied and with that lying down again
The man got up and walked over to his trousers which was on the floor and took out his wallet
"Here you go, you dirty little whore" he chuckles throwing her service money onto the floor and picked up his clothes and walked out
Sakura didn't mind being called a whore; she was used to it by then. After a few minutes of lying there she got up and put on her clothes which appeared to be her school uniform. The money the man threw on the floor was scattered everywhere, she had to get on her knees to grab all of the money, usually you would feel humiliated and feel looked down upon but not for Sakura she didn't care what people thought of her only because she did not value life
She stepped out on the busy streets, working men everywhere trying to get to work as fast as possible. She grunted in disappointment when she realized that today happened to be a school day and she couldn't just jig it as the school would have called the police to track her down.
Why does the school even care about me, I don't do outstandingly well nor do I treat any of the teachers as equals neither
She hurried to catch the bus to her school, she ran to the bus stop only to see the last bus about to leave.
"WAITTTTTTTT" she held out her hands up high waving them hysterically
The bus driver feel sorry for the girl and so waited the people on the bus felt quite irritated as most of them were quite late as it is. She thanked the bus driver when she got on only to find the people on the bus staring at her and giving her evil glances. She didn't feel bad nor care
As she stepped out the bus stop, a girl just about her age in the same uniform approached her
"Sakura! Wait Up" the girl panted
"Hey Ino, did you get all your tuition money yet?" Sakura asked patiently
"No not all of it yet, I still have to "work" for just a little longer, then I won't have to work anymore because this is the last semester of High School!" Ino whispered in excitement
"That's greatly, let's hurry off to class" Sakura said bluntly pretending to be interested
The school day ended at the ring of a bell, seemed to be another boring long school day to Sakura. Whilst she was walking to the bus stop she spotted an old lady tendering what it seemed to be a pot. The old lady happened to see Sakura sparking an interest in what she was doing.
"This pot of flowers hasn't started to grow yet. Pity" she said as if she knew that Sakura would be listening
"But why do you take so much care of it if there is no hope?" Sakura asked
"Because if you believe in it enough it will bloom" the old lady said looking back at Sakura with a caring smile
Sakura was quite confused, how could this lady care so much about a small plant
"I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself my name is Tsunade" she said wholeheartedly
"I'm Sakura.." she said coldly
"Would you like to come inside for some tea?" Tsunade asked with a smile upon her face
Sakura went blank, why was this stranger being so nice to her. Usually the only time people are nice to her are when she's doing her job. She froze still unmoving nearly breathless
"I'm sorry, I can't" Sakura said and coldly walked away
Tsunade wasn't too shocked to hear her say that, she just smiled and went back into her home
Sakura was utterly confused, she walked to the bus stop to wait for the next bus
Why? Did she really invite me into her home for tea? Why was that lady so nice, what did I do to deserve her being so nice to me? Why does she even have faith in the plant or even for life. It's all a huge disappointment in the end she's keeping her expectations too high
All those thoughts were running through her head, losing track of time the bus came and lost her track of thought. Still partially in her own sub conscious world she boarded the bus. After a short ride she was in the busy streets of Tokyo, she walked to the usual pathway where she would get picked up and not long after a mysterious man in an overcoat approaches her
"Are you busy tonight? How much will it be" he whispers
Before she answered she reassured herself that this is how life is and to ignore what the old lady said was the right thing to do
The day dawned into night, she crept home slowly as she was quite tired from today's events. She approached her home slowly taking out her keys and opened the door. A man in his mid twenties was sitting watching the news.
"Where have you been? You didn't come home last night!" he questioned enthusiastically
"I'm sorry I had a customer"
"Make up for it" he said closing up to her
It's going to be a long night