Chapter 6

Disclaimer: I do not own the Naruto characters. I do own the characters that are not in the show. I do not own any places or songs that are mentioned in this Fanfic.

Note: most of the buildings don't exist in London but I wanted to make the city big.

Songs

'Desiree or Sakura's inner self '

'Shukaku'

'Thoughts'

"Speaking"

Memories

Plz read and review. I'm really trying on this story. And I know I can't spell.

A red Ferrari Enzo drove into the parking lot of a huge club that had loud rock music blaring. The car parked close to the back.

"WOW!" a skate punk said looking at the car.

"Nice." Another guy said.

The door to the car opined and out stretched a leg and attached to that leg was black and red leather clad Desiree. She took off the back sunglasses she had on and through them in the car. She was trying her best to look sexy and apparently it was working.

A skating dude skated into a poll from seeing the beautiful woman get out of the VERY nice car. "Cool car." He quickly said getting up off the ground.

"I Know." Was all she could say with a smirk on her face. Pressing the alarm button on her key chain she walked passed them without a glance in their direction. Desiree walked to the front of the Club looking as tough as she could. She cut in front of all the people and was about to walk into the bouncing place when a hand grabbed her arm.

"The back of the line." Said a big bouncer in a rough voice. He pointed to the long lineup.

Desiree looked at his arm and then looked at him. "You want to ever use that hand again?" she asked curiously.

Before he could answer another bouncer almost twice his size came to the door. He looked at Desiree and the co-worker with his arm on her. "She's cool." He said in a deep voice. His big brown hand opened the steel door for her.

Desiree removed her arm from the guy forcefully and walked through the opened door giving the second guy a big smile.

The bigger bouncer walked to the other one and whispered in his ear. "That's Tearmose. She NEVER has to wait in line." He said sternly. "And you're lucky she didn't bust your arm." He said.

"Bubblz that little girl cant do a thing to me." The other guy said full of himself.

The bigger bouncer 'Bubblz' just snorted. "That's what the others said." Then followed Desiree into the club. "Sorry about that." He said apologetically. Even thou he was almost three times her size.

Desiree was pushing through the people dancing to get to the back where the basement was. "He's new. I'll give that one chance but ya'know how I don't like being kept waiting." She said. After working here for a while she sort of became full of herself sometimes but for some reason was never really questioned by anyone. She found it odd.

Bubblz nodded and coughed. As they got to the back and opened the steel door where actual security people were guarding. He showed 'Tearmose' through the door and down the stairs.

Desiree looked around with a smile. It was dark with only spotlights moving around the room. There was Metallica playing. People were everywhere. There was a huge arena that went deep underground and there was fencing separating the arena from the spectator stands. She tuned and thanked Bubblz and watched as he left. Desiree walked down the stairs and when to the back through the doors. It was a locker room. She passed big muscular men getting changed without even caring. She heard some 'welcome back Tearmose'. Tearmose was her name to those who were in this place. They all knew it wasn't her name but no one cared. What they were doing was sort of a public secret. It wasn't illegal but it was frowned upon. It was this towns biggest revenue sours. It was also the most dangerous places in London. So dangerous that the fighters had to sigh a contract that if something happens in a fight and someone happens to get killed it wasn't the Club's fault and the people cant get sued. And also the fighters that kill the others can't be charged. People that worked here were often told that they have no class and crap like that so most people had fake names. She walked to the office and banged on the door waiting impatiently for the moron to open the bloody door.

The door opened to reveal a fat balding short Italian man. "WHAT DO YOU WANT!" He screamed. But when he saw whom it was knocking on his office door he gave a revolting smile and opened the door to allow her to go in.

She sat on the chair of the tiny office and put her boots onto the table. "Ok Tony I'm back. Tell me you have someone I can fight for some good money." She said bored picking at her black nail polish that was starting to crack.

Desiree was weird; She acted like two different people. At home that was she the Desiree that was worm and loving. The one, who was normal, but now this was the side she showed when backed into a corner or in this dump. You couldn't be good here or you'd get walked all over. You had to be tough.

She had been working here just after Chris was born to get money because Bill her step father had lost his job and she had herself, Alex her twin brother, Hope and Chris to feed. If Bill had his way he would have us in a ditch some where dead. She hated her parents. More then she would let anyone know well Spike knew but she didn't tell all her little secrets about the beatings she had. Anyway one day after Chris was born Bill took her to this place when he was on one off his drunken escapades. He had shown her this place and watched the fights. After he got lane off she had come back to ask the man some questions then asked for a job. A brief memory went through her head.

"Ok let me get this straight." He was trying to stop from laughing. "You're a kid and you want to fight?"

"Yes." A young Desiree said. She was leaning agents the wall looking as serious as possible. If she could get beat down by Bill almost every day and be able to take the pain as good as she could, why not eh? She already knew Kick-boxing she had been enlisted sense she was five.

"Can you even fight?" He mocked her.

Desiree looked to the ground and nodded. 'THAT SON OF A BITCH! I'LL KILL HIM TO SHOW THAT MOTHER FU-' Her inner ravenous thoughts were interrupted.

"Sorry I don't hire kids." His flabby head shook. His plump hand playing with some of his money.

Desiree desperately needed the money or the step fathers dreams might come true. She would find a way to survive but it wasn't about her anymore. She swallowed her pride. Running to his side she looked into his eyes pleadingly. "Please I need the job!"

He looked at her sympathetically. "I'm sorry."

She shook her head thinking quickly. "W-well just let me fight once!" she shot up her hand to stop him from talking. "Just one fight. Free so you don't have to pay me a cent and-and if I win you'll give me a job." Her breathing was fast.

Tony put his hand on his face to think about it. "What happens if you lose?" he licked his dry lips and raised a thick eyebrow.

"I'll leave and you'll never hear from me again." She simply said.

He nodded. "Ok one fight." He reached his hand out witch Desiree shook with a huge smile. "Tomorrow night at 10. Be on time." He yelled as she walked out of the room.

Desiree snapped out of it. That was a long time ago. Back when she was still innocent in a way. Tony talking roused her from her thoughts.

"Yes I have a match for you." He flipped through papers on his desk. He found the one with the names of the fighters on it. "You'll be fighting Randy 'The Razor'" he shook his head at the name. "He's a no name but its better then nothing."

She sighed and nodded. She wasn't up to be fighting with him today. It would be best to fight a no name because her neck was still in not to condition to fight with more skilled people. She got out of the chair and left the office but heard him say it was the third match that she fought in.

(AN: not going to bother with this fight. Its with a no name anyway but don't worry I'll write out the next fight its just really late right no.)

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She pulled into her driveway and turned the engine off. She walked into the house. It was still dark, couldn't be later then three in the morning. She was wearing some hospital pants and a baggy shirt a friend at the club gave her. She was tiered and her head really hurt. She had just got back from the hospital and had gotten stitches. 'The Razor' she had beaten not a problem but she had got jumped in the locker room by Seth. That was the ass hole that wanted to make her quite. He had put her on the injured list a while ago by smashing a steal chair on her neck and nearly broke it. After her fight with 'The Razor' she was jumped from behind. She got 22 stitches on her forehead from having her head rammed into a locker.

She walked up the stairs quietly not to make a sound. Well it really didn't matter because as she reached the top she almost bumped into Gaara. "Wow!" she placed a hand on him to keep him from walking into her.

"What happed?" He said quietly looking at the bandage coverings where her stitches were. He couldn't see the bruises and cut because of the darkness of the house.

She shook her head and walk passed him. She really didn't feel like talking right then. But when he followed her she knew she had to tell him. Didn't mean she wanted to. She opened her door and motioned for him to come in witch he did. She closed the door and turned the lights on. She motioned him to be quiet because Chris was sleeping peacefully in her bed. She took his hand and pulled him into her bathroom.

She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. She had a split lip and a huge bruise over her left cheek. Not to mention the small brown bandage over her resonantly stitched up skin that was over the left eyebrow. This may be a problem to hide from her houseguests. She touched the split lip and winced.

Gaara was thinking of what happened but had no clue. 'What did this.' He thought wanting to ask. His eyes darkened and narrowed. A small growl escaped his lips but Desiree didn't seem to notice. 'More like who did this' Rage filled him and he grabbed her by the arm spinning her to him. He saw the surprise in her eyes. "What happed?" He asked in a low dark voice.

She looked at him funny and shook it off. His voice sounded like that surprised her to no end but she knew all to well how people acted. "Oh this is nothing." She plastered a big fake smile on her face that most people were fooled. Unfortunately for her Gaara wasn't one of those people.

Gaara's grip on her arm grew harder and hurt Desiree just a bit. He pulled her closer to him. He didn't like it when people lied to him and this was no exception. "Who did this to you?" he demanded. He was going to kill the person or people who hurt her like this. "I'll kill them." His dull leaf green colored eyes filled with blood lust. They were almost hunting.

Desiree winced again but kept her smile up. "I was clumsy that's all. I went for a jog because I couldn't sleep and in the darkness outside I tripped and fell in a ditch that's all." She didn't like to lie but if Spike knew she was fighting at the Club again he'd have her head.

He really was getting frustrated with her lying. His blood was boiling for a fight and she wouldn't tell him whom it was he was supposed to fight. His hold on her got so tight that it would leave a mark. "Desiree tell m-" He was interrupted by her yanking her arm out of his grip. He had no idea about how much strength he was putting on her already hurt arm. He was a ninja not her. She was a normal girl. Or so he thought.

Her face was angry. She rubbed her arm where his had previously had been. "Gaara I'm FINE!" she said to make a point that this conversation was over. She went to leave but Gaara blocked the door. "Gaara…. Move." she said looking him straight in the eye. Brown meeting green.

Gaara wasn't going to budge until she told him what happened. He stood firmly his hands were in fists. His jaw was clenched. He was in pain inside because for some reason he wished he could have been in her place instead of her.

The brunette sighed as she rubbed her temple. "Ok I didn't fall you know that apparently. I got into a fight." She put her finger on his lips to keep him from speaking. "But I won ok. I just got a little banged up that's all." Her eyes softened and she smiled, but this time meant it. It was only then that she realized that he just wanted to protect her. She watched him as he unclenched his jaw and looked away from her. She reached out and put her hand on his face to make him look at her. "But thank you Red. For caring."

Gaara placed his had on the one on his face. He wanted to lie and tell her he didn't care but before he could she leand in and kissed him softly on the lips. He stood there shock but recovered enough to put his arms around her and kiss back. After they broke off he went back to his room to lay down and ponder one of the many thoughts running through his head.

Desiree cleaned her face off and winced a bit after taking a sip of some whiskey that she had hidden in her closet of the bathroom. She drank occasionally. Come on she was no saint, but she didn't have a drinking problem like Bill had. She opened the mirror and took two painkillers even thou it says one. She shut the door to the bathroom well she was still in it. Leaning against the door she took another swig of her bittersweet drink of choice. She went to the sink and turned the built in stereo on. It had some weird soothing Russian singers on. She leaned her head against the door and closed her eyes and got lost in the sentuwal music. Bottle still in hand.

Turning the taps of the shower on she undressed and stepped under the hot water. That was all she really needed. This was her ritual. Get into a fight, come home, drink, and have a shower thinking of how her life could be different. She turned so her back was to the spurting water was to her back and sat onto the floor of the shower stall. She put her knees to her chest and her arms around them. Closing her eye the past caught up with her like it always did.

The room was dark and the sound of thunder and lighting could be heard. The power was out and the lighting was the only thing making light. The room had blue walls and a white floor. It had two twin-size beds and a baby's bed. There were stuffed animals and toys everywhere. It was obviously a child's room.

"You little bitch!" A man stumble forward as he took the knife out of his knee. He looked pissed as hell and his black eyes looked ready to kill. He walked to the fourteen-year-old girl with blinding rage. Alcohol was as clear on his breath as smelling the rain in a huge storm. That was a smell she had gotten so use to growing up.

The girl's eyes narrowed and were red. And I can tell you now it wasn't from her crying her eyes were red from rage grater then the so-called 'man' in front of him. She wasn't scared of him. She never was. This would be like all the other times. No it wasn't. She could feel this was it. The last time! No more pain, no more having to clean the blood up off the floor that was always hers. She slowly and weakly stood up off the once white now red carpet using the wall as leverage.

She lifted the whiskey bottle that she had brought into the shower with shivering lip. The drink burned in her through she drank until the once full bottle was nearly empty. The water had turned cold but she didn't make an attempt to move. She tightly shut her eyes as if the world would end if she even peaked.

She could only see out of one eye because blood had gotten into her other one. Her blood to be pacific. She caught sight of a gun in his belt that he obviously had forgotten about in his drunken state. She knew if she didn't get that gun that this time that he would succeed in killing her. She was breathing heard and her knees felt like they were going to give at any moment. But she wouldn't give into death. No not like this and definitely not to him. She had to live!

The taller man reached out and grabbed the girl by the hair and pulled hard. He through her head against it heard. He smiled at her beat up face. He was smiling at the fact that once he got rid of this one once and for all he could easily get rid of the other three leaving it just him and his wife. No more kids to get in the way. He could see she was in pain but the fact that she wouldn't scream or cry pissed him off to no end. He would make her cry before he gets rid of the brat. He reached down and took the gun out of his belt. He pointed it to the two-year-old that was screaming and crying in the corner. He looked to the girl against the wall. He smiled sadistically at her face.

She stood there frozen like a dear caught in the headlights. Fear washing through her. Not for herself though, but for the boy in the corner. The fear left and the rage from before came back and she grabbed his hand on her head for support and kicked her leg out hitting the drunk in the nuts. She knew this was a low blow and she thought it was a pathetic way to fight but at this point she really didn't care.

He fell forward with a grunt let going of the brunette's hair to hold him self. He didn't have much time to reacted because she grabbed the gun out of his hand with one hand and grabbed his head and driven it right into her knee. He flew back and ground out of shear pain. He rolled on his stomach to get up off the ground. He reached out and grabbed the knife up off the ground where he carelessly tossed it earlier after she stabbed him with it. She was a persistent little bitch he'd giver her that much. A soon to be dead persistent little bitch. Headed towards the tiny blonde boy he decided to slit his throat.

Her breathing was heard and long. Using her arm to wipe some blood out of her eye so she could see better. She caught sight of him walking towards the boy knife in hand and just spoke to the man in hopes to get him to forget the kid. "Hey fuck face!" She still had the gun in her hand and was using it as protection. "Get the fuck away from him." She said darkly.

He stopped and turned to the shaken beaten down girl. A smirk on his lean and muscular face. So the girl wanted to die first. Fine it was all-good to him. He walked so he was ten feet or so away from her. "Or you'll do what exactly?" he said mockingly.

She couldn't think couldn't breath. The smell of alcohol and blood was everywhere. It was driving her crazy and making her sick at the same time. Looking down she saw the blood on his hands. Her blood. She clenched her acing jaw and raised her arm with gun in hand. She couldn't look at his disgusting face.

He laughed and took another step in her direction. He wasn't scared one bit. "You know your pathetic and I know you wouldn't shoot me."

This made her face him. Looking into his drunk eyes with her own. She narrowed her eyes. Her rage came back. He beat her down on a daily base and calls her the worst names imaginable. He expects her not to shoot him? He had to be joking with her. This was the most stupid this he had said and she had heard her fill of stupidity from him. The lose of blood was making her dizzy.

He took another step. He smirked and in a humorless laugh he spoke. "I'm going to kill you then I'm going to slit his throat slowly." His face looked maniacal.

She recovered quickly and kept the gun to him. His words were adding fuel to the fire. Him even daring to say things like that. The last bit of humanity she had for him was on its last string. A string that would be easy to cut.

He took the knife and lifted it. He grounded his teeth together. But before he could drive that knife in her throat the gun went off. He stumbled back and fell to the ground gripping his left kneecap. She had shot him! She had actually pulled the trigger. This made him even angrier. His fist on the knife loosened and he through it at her.

It hit her in the arm making her wins and hiss in pain. Before she knew what had happened the man had pulled the knife out and had it inches from her throat. She raised the gun to his side witch made him back up a foot. Moving the gun so that it was amide at his head.

The man spit and looked at her in an all-knowing exasperation. "Desiree you don't have the balls." He laughed.

She nodded it was true. But then she smirked. "I may not have the balls, but I do have the guts."

He laughed even harder as he kneeled. He closed his eyes. His laughter was interrupting his ability to seek. "E-Even if y-you did shoot me its still murder!" he still had his eyes closed. His eyes and laughing stopped instantly as he felt the cold steel of a gun barrel on his head. Right between his eyes. The next sentence to come out of her mouth froze his blood.

Desiree looked him straight in the eye. Brown eyes that were red with anger and the desire to kill. She wanted him to hurt to look at her the way he tried to make her look well beating her near death. She scowled at him and in a low voice she said these words that echoed inside of Bill's head. To make him believe that this girl meant ever syllable that came from her cut and bleeding lips. "Self defense isn't murder."

His eyes grew wide with fear at seeing her cock the gun. He shot out his hand with the knife in it to stab her in the gut.

She had looked him right in the eyes. Those hunting eyes of his. That would hunt her dreams to this day. She saw him move his arm to kill her but it was too late…. For him.

Desiree jerked her head up and opened her eyes fast at the sound of the gun firing. Thou it was an old memory that deafening sound was music to her ears. People would think she was crazy if she told people that. Her shrink certainly did. But he didn't understand that thou she had shot a man. The moment she did it she was free. Free to try and live the life she was suppose to. At that moment when she fired that gun and thought she had killed him. She had cried not of sadness. Tears that hadn't been seen sense her father left when she was six. Tears that had been building up inside of her for a long time, too long.

She took the last swig of her precious drink and stood up rubbing her face to get rid of any tears that dare to try and fall. She turned the taps off and got out of the shower. Some how in her inebriated stupor she felt the same way the moment that she was freed from hell. She shook that off and put the empty bottle into the trash beside the sink. She put a white nightgown on and walked out of the bathroom. Yawning out of pure exhaustion she looked at the clock. It was 4:09 in the morning. She didn't have to get up until nine so she would be ok. Thou she would have one hell of a hang over in the morning. She never got hangovers unless she drunk Whiskey or Tackeila. Witch she hated because it got her drunk instantly. It was funny she could drink anyone under the table but not with those two drinks. It was funny but a little sad.

She closed her eyes to get rid of the dizzy spell that was coming upon her. She walked to the door and turned the lights off. She grabbed the end of the bed for support as she stumbled drunkenly. She crawled into the bed crawling over lazy guard dogs and under the nice worm covers. She set her head next to her precious son who only turned and snuggled into her. She rapped her arm around him lazily and closed her eyes. She quickly fell into a dreamless slumber.

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I am soooo sorry it took me this long to update but a lot of stuff has happened and I didn't have time to type.