Save Me
Chapter 1: The Job
The freezing winter air was like a nice cold hand caressing my face and arms. The outside cold was so much preferable then the stuffy room filled with the stench of booze and sex. I don't know how I can survive yet another torturous night in that shit hole. I have been living in said building for the last 10 years; more specifically since I was seven. The thing is my parents died, I don't know how nor do I really care anymore. In their will they left everything to some friends and left me to the orphanage seven blocks down the street. From then on my life has been one downward hill. I was adopted by some seemingly nice people who, in reality, only wanted a punching bag and a little kid too screw around with. After about a year they literally threw me out of the house with ten bucks and a bag that had two shirts and a pair of pants in it. I was seven. After wandering around for about a week some lady picked me up and brought me to the aforementioned shit hole. Well actually it is a huge mansion/house that took kids from all ages in, and sold them to wealthy horny bastards as sex buddies for a night (maybe even two). The only rules in this house were: 1) No taking the children out of the house without permission (as noted before this house was huge), 2) No killing the children, 3) do not give the children life threatening wounds, 4) if a child starts to black out before you take them, bring said child to the infirmary immediately, and last but not least, 5) make sure to close the door (some people have forgotten in their lust filled state of mind). My life is living hell but at least I get some payment for it. The house "keeper" buys everyone their food and cloths so the little pocket money we do get usually goes to games, drugs, and snack depending on the person (I usually get gum or smokes, bad habit I know). The one thing I find amusing about the Hell House, as I call it, is that there is a ranking system. Like which one of us gets picked the most. I'm at the top the very top, as in numbero uno. Yay me!!...not. The only plus side to being the most sought after fuck buddy in the building is that I get days off and the nicer customers. Though personally I don't get what they see in me. I'm not extremely handsome nor am I tall and beautiful. I am quite normal. I stand at 5'8" with a lean body (from all the work out I get). My hair is bright blond with blood red streaks everywhere and cannot be controlled no matter how hard we try. My eyes are bright baby blue and apparently they shine, or so I have been told numerous times. My only friends are Gaara and Itachi; they are the second and third place on the "most sought after" list. Even though our personalities are nothing alike we were still able to become great friends that shared a common pain. We comfort each other in weird ways after a particularly brutal night with a not so nice costumer. Sometimes we go out for breakfast or we go to the arcade but when it is really bad we just help each other forget.
"Hey! Naruto! Wait up dude!" someone was yelling at me from behind in a way too loud of a voice.
I turned around to see who exactly was making all the noise and saw Kiba running at me, he was number seven on the list so we don't really know each other.
"Hey doggy what do you want I'm on my day off so this better be good," I said irritably.
When he finally reached my side he bent down and rested his hands on is knees taking in deep long breathes.
"Well sorry to ruin your day but you have a job, and the boss said you can't back out of this one because it is a big one."
Great there goes my day of relaxation. "Ugh I better get double days for this," I muttered under my breath then asked him, "Who is it and where?"
"…. Misiku-sama…." He mumbled so low I almost didn't hear him.
"You can't be serious! On my day off!! Come on!" I started to ant on and on about how the boss must hate me very much in order to give me Misiku on my day off. After about 10 more minutes of ranting I calmed down. "**Sigh** okay who else? And when?"
Kiba started to do that annoying fidgeting thing again before he said; "Misiku-sama wanted you and Haku this time. And as for time they want you ready in an hour."
"UGH! It takes at lest 45 minutes to get back! They hate me, they hate me, they hate me…" and so the mantra went on as I started to run back to the Hell House.
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I arrived at the Hell House with 10 minutes to spare. I proceeded to run up the god forbidden stairs and into my room where I took the quickest shower imaginable (only 4 minutes) and then got dressed in leather skinny jeans and a tight black tank top. I raced to the room that Kiba had told they would be at. When I finally got there Haku was tied to the bed already and Misiku was waiting for me with an irritable face.
"Where the hell have you been?" he all but roared at me.
Looking down I softly said, "I am only three minutes late. I was taking a shower because I didn't think you would want to fuck a dirty kid."
"Well I'll let you off this time because you were getting yourself decent enough to see me. Don't be late next time I won't be so lenient." With a gruff he shut the door behind me and led me to the bed.
I was going to have such a wonderful night. Yah right. I wish.
XxENDxX