A/N: The names which are unfamiliar in this story are all made up. They are not characters in Naruto. They are probably those whom I hated in all the mangas I've read up to now. LOL.

Warning: This chapter may contain explicit and implied sexual scenes, if you are under the age of 18 or are easily offended, it is advised that you do not read this story. Thank you.


CHAPTER 9: Desperate


There was a chill in the air when Sakura stepped out on the streets but that was the least of her worries.

She made sure to run with all her might without even looking back even though she had no idea where she was going. She only stopped when her feet could no longer take the pain because of the blisters from running in such high heels.

There were still a lot of people around and that gave her a little bit of comfort, and though the people around looked at her differently especially since she removed her shoes and started walking barefoot, she didn't mind.

All the judgmental looks and penetrating stares would no longer matter once she gets back to Kirigakure.


Sakura wandered for hours, searching for vacancies in small-time restaurants that were scattered along the streets, but there were none.

She begged all the shop owners to let her work even as a servant, a waitress, a dishwasher, anything—she even vowed to work overtime but nobody wanted to accept her.

When she was able to find one shop with a vacancy sign at the front, she thought that the female owner was willing to accept her. However…

"What? So, you're telling me that this isn't a reality TV show? And here I thought that I could use the publicity to boost my restaurants popularity!"

"B-but, I'm willing to work for you, Obasan, please. I can do anything that you want me to do. I can even be an all-around maid if you want." Sakura begged.

"No. Get out! You ain't fooling anybody with that style of yours. Wearing an expensive dress like that! Who would believe anything you say?" The woman spat, chasing her away with the feather duster she was holding which she used for dusting before closing up shop.

"No. You're mistaken. This is just…"

"Who knows if you're a daughter of some syndicate leader, huh? Do you want me beheaded? Or probably a con artist! It's difficult to trust people now! Even the innocent faced ones can double cross you."

The woman barked before going inside her shop and slamming the door in her face, leaving Sakura alone with nowhere to go.

A lot of shops and restaurants have also began closing since it was already past twelve midnight, but Sakura refused to give up and went on walking.

'I should just probably go to a police station for the night…at least for a place to sleep. But wouldn't that make me look suspicious? They might ask me for documents I don't have.' She worried as she continued to trail the side of the road slowly.

The night was cold and she had no choice but to wear her heels again because the concrete ground felt frosted under her feet.

'What if they put me to jail after finding out that I have illegally entered this country? Would they even believe my story if I told them the truth?'

All these were swirling inside her head when she saw a hard-to-miss 'wanted: urgent' sign in one of the glass windows of a shop. It was a few blocks away from the previous one, and it was still open based on the lights she saw on the inside.

But before going in, she stopped and studied the poster and the establishment carefully. It certainly looked like a fancy restaurant despite the poster not providing much information about what they were looking for, but she was sure that she fit the qualifications.

-Female

-18 to 25 years old

-With pleasing personality, and good communication skills

-Able to adjust schedule depending on work demands.

It was perfect!

She could just explain her side to the employer concerning her lack of documents, and even if they pay her minimum wage she'd take it!

What's important was for her to be able to save enough money for her to go home. The other things like clothing and shelter, she'll just find a way to solve all those as she goes.

After all, all these are temporary because she was sure that she'd make it back to her country.

'Right. Okay. Fix yourself, Sakura and go in. You have to get this job no matter what. Pray to the gods that everything goes well. You can do it!' She internally affirmed. And after taking a deep breath and encouraging herself, the bells on the door jingled and she entered.


"Hmm…hmmm…" The woman with the artistically pinned up hair circled her as she stood at the center of the office-like room.

After speaking to the female barista at the counter, she was ushered inside a private room at the back of the restaurant to meet the owner, Lady Yuzuya.

She was relieved to see a beautiful woman in her early thirties sitting on the swivel chair when she entered.

Now, she was currently being assessed.

"I won't ask you where you got that dress and shoes because clearly if you can afford to buy such items, then you wouldn't have to be so desperately looking for work."

'Ugh. How much does this dress cost? Should I have sold it instead?!' Sakura mentally frowned.

"However…" Yuzuya cut her thoughts, "—we do need an immediate replacement, and it seems like you have everything we're looking for." She beamed, making Sakura's heart swell because she couldn't believe her luck.

"Please, I am willing to do anything I can." She begged again in order to secure the position whatever it was.

"I don't have the final say though. My boss still has to see you." Yuzuya told her as she absent-mindedly played at the corners of the stacks of documents on her table before deciding to pick up the phone on its cradle.

"Uhm. Would it be possible to meet him now? I would really love to work for the shop." Sakura said, but the woman only raised her index finger at her, signaling her to be quiet as she dialed the phone and talked to someone at the other end of the line.

A few minutes later, Sakura was following Lady Yuzuya towards a back alley and up a set of stairs which was only a few meters away from the shop.

When they arrived, Sakura noticed that the place looked like a gambling house, and she suddenly felt nervous.

The woman led her further towards a more private part of the gambling place until they reached a double door which was guarded by two, tough looking men.

It reminded her of Sasuke's men.

'Ugh. Stop thinking about him!' She ordered herself when Lady Yuzuya asked her to stay put.

Sakura watched her enter the door, shutting it behind her which now left her with the guards.

'At least they're leaving me alone.' She thought as she waited for the woman.

After several minutes, Sakura was summoned inside but was surprised when she learned that Lady Yuzuya wouldn't stay with her.

"Don't worry, dear. You're in good hands. Just do your best." She said, smiling sweetly at her before exiting the room.

Sakura gulped, trying to swallow her nerves because she had no idea what to expect inside. But the moment she stepped in, she was in awe of the stylish decor of the room which matched the handsome man sitting behind the wide wooden desk.

"You must be Sakura. My name is Hyousuke." He said as he stood from his seat and walked towards her.

"G-good evening, Hyousuke-san." She greeted.

"Haha. Such a formal woman. Please sit down." He chuckled as he ushered her towards the long, leather sofa while he sat at the single one closest to her corner and continued the conversation from where they left off.

"So I heard you were looking for a job?"

"Y-yes! I can cook, I can clean. Basically I'm an all-around person." She said, selling herself to the man, hoping that he'd accept her.

"That's great! I do need a person who's willing to do anything." He hummed, while rubbing a finger at the bottom of his lip as though thinking. Sakura took this as a sign of a double take which might cost her possible employment, and so she spoke…

"Then you don't have to find somebody else because that's me!" She hastily added before the man begins to have any more secondary thoughts.

For some unknown reason, Hyousuke smirked at her and there was a glint in his eyes which she couldn't grasp the meaning of.

"Oh. Really, then perhaps you could show me other services you're good at?" He asked.

Sakura watched him adjust his sitting position as he leaned further on the sofa, opening his legs wide in front of her. However, she still wasn't able to catch his drift.

"Uhh. You mean laundry?"

There was a moment of silence after what she said before Hyousuke suddenly bursted out laughing which also made Sakura nervously chuckle just in case there was really something funny.

In the blink of an eye, Hyousuke was already beside her, cupping her face and pressing her cheeks together as he hovered his face over her.

"Ahh. So what Yuzuya said was true. We have an innocent one in the house."

"H-huh?"

Suddenly, he was purring his words and Sakura was pushed further back on the sofa while he kept drawing near until she could already feel his breath on the shell of her ear.

"Unfortunately, even though I trust her so much, it is imperative that I test you for myself just to be sure." He whispered.

"Wha-what do you mean? Sir?" Sakura choked out but Hyousuke only briefly looked at her before he smirked.

"This."

Hyousuke pinned her down on the sofa which startled her, leaving her no room to react. She suddenly felt a hand groping under the slit of her gown, cupping her privates as he pressed his groin on her leg which made it difficult for her to move.

"So, you ready to provide me for an all-around service?" He mockingly asked, and Sakura couldn't do anything but to scream in her mind because she just finally realized what was happening. Yuzuya was a pimp, and this man was now her employer.

"N-no. Please. Nooo!"


TBC