This is my second fic and I would like give you a warm welcome to it.

"The devil's voice is sweet to hear."

Stephen King

"And money has the voice of the devil."

Sakura Haruno

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I knew that my life would never be the same after that Tuesday.

It all began with a bit of flirting from one of my sempai(1) after school inside one of the classrooms we had both been assigned to clean. I was used to this sort of attention so I just decided to nod from time to time when he talked. My focus at the moment was to quickly but correctly sweep the floor.

It was when he had come close to me that I had realised that this maybe wasn't like all of those other times. This boy, I knew, had the initiative in his act of "charming" me. His body pressed against my back, causing me to stiffen. I was never used to this kind of touch, only a hug from Naruto time to time.

"So, you wanna do it?" he said, his voice husky.

I hadn't been listening to him when he was talking to me earlier but for some reason, I knew exactly what he was talking about.

"No thank you." I tried to say this with some sort of superior tone, only it came out squeeky.

"C'mon," he was talking like the matter was nothing, "It's cool if you've never done it before."

I moved the broom against the floor again, sweeping up dust, "I said no thank you."

He gave a huff and I felt him back off. I turned around to find him feeling around in his pocket. His hand came out with a leather wallet like most adults have. He was fishing through it and pulled out a 10,000 yen bill.

I remembered having my mouth drop and staring like an idiot. That to me is a lot of money. This guy, I'd thought, he's rich. And he actually wasn't rich, just better off than me. Hell, everyone is better off than me.

"Here." He handed me the bill so casually and I took it and mumbled a thank you, eagerly shoving it into the fashionable (fake) bag that was slumped over on my desk.

He smirked.

Before this, I had forgotten his name. But when he gave that smirk, that sardonic smirk, I remembered his name. Kabuto. Suddenly his arms were around me, under my uniform shirt and his hands trailing up my thighs, holding me against a random desk. I cried out for him to stop and to my surprise, he did.

"What? You don't want the money?" he was panting, excited to get back to what he was doing.

"B-but you gave it to me." I felt like crying. How could I've been so stupid?

"Yes, I did. And now you give something to me." He reached his hand back out to touch me again. I slapped it away. He rubbed his hand with a laugh.

"So you don't want the money then?" he asked, though his tone made the question sound more like an accusation.

I shook my head, "No, I do want the money."

He gave that awful smirk before going back to touching, rubbing, licking, and deflowering my body. The entire time I only thought about one thing.

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There he had gotten me when he said the word "money". I'm poor. My mother left 6 years ago when I was 10. It affected my father mentaly, him now not being able to leave the house or go to work. I had gotten a job and I've held it for about a year at a gift shop as the cashier but that wasn't enough to pay for the bills so I work some nights at a resturaunt. I also try my hardest to find babysitting jobs.

I now live every day in fear waiting for the bills to come in. I could only pay so much so I cut off our internet, cable, and air conditioning services but even with those gone, I could barely keep up with the bills.

My father never helped. He was never angry or beat me, he just neglected me. I don't think that he meant or means to, he just lives in his own world where he is normal.

Money.

This is the reason why I'm doing this. This is the reason why I don't cry at night. This is the reason why I sell my body.

Everyone that buys my sex are always students at my school. Rich students or students that scraped up enough money. The word had spread about Kabuto and that caused others to come to me.

I don't think that the teachers know, they've never confronted me. I do know that my best friend, Naruto Uzumaki doesn't know. He is the most clueless person in school. And that's good. Because…

I'm not sure If I would want to live if Naruto knew what I did at least 3 times a week. What I did behind the school, in classrooms, bathrooms, and sometimes even love hotels. I love Naruto. Not just as friend. So much more than that.

My fantasy was that when I graduated, me and Naruto would marry and he would become what he had always wanted to be since we were young, a police officer. I would be a doctor and together we would have a beautiful and long life together with children and grand-children.

But my fantasy was just a child's dream. Naruto has a serious relationship with a shy and cute girl by the name Hinata. I can admit that I'm jealous of her but I would never say that I hold anything against her. It's my fault that Naruto and I don't go out and just remain friends.

I am always being too much of a friend. I almost act like an older sister (though we're the same age) with the way that I'm always scolding him. Is it because I'm worried about him when he does such stupid things? Naruto doesn't know about my feelings for him. So, why wouldn't he be living his life and going out with a cute girl like Hinata?

The only two reasons I haven't considered suicide is because of Naruto and my father. Without them…

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I wouldn't be in this horrible world.

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