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Heart-Shaped Box	By : JazzyBell Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Kakashi/Sakura Views: 7458 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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She opened her eyes to find herself on a bed. A cool towel had been placed on Sakura’s forehead and the strings to her corset had been loosened. When she opened her eyes she glanced around the room and found herself alone. She didn’t know whether or not this was a good or a bad thing. A part of her wanted to go snoop but the wiser, more fearful side of her knew that would probably not be in her best interests at the moment. She was weak and she wasn’t sure when the last time she had eaten was—and losing the little that she had on her stomach hadn’t helped any.
Sakura glanced at the window and saw that night had fallen. There was something that she was forgetting….
The door burst open causing Sakura to jump to her feet which regrettably made the room swim.
“You have to hurry and get ready. The auction is about to begin.” Ari rushed towards her and stripped her of her garments. Sakura was too scared of what would soon be to even think of complaining. Her clothing was changed and Sakura wasn’t sure whether or not it was for better or for worse. Ari first helped her into the skirt. It was white and had a split that showed the vast majority of her left leg. Bells decorated the waistline looking like something she once saw in Earth Country…or was it Sand? Either way the bells jingled when she walked. It was a deadly object for a shinobi where silence could mean your life or death. It was light, though, and the fabric was soft. The top, on the other hand, was little more than a brassiere trimmed in silver obviously meant to tantalize. She didn’t like the outfit one bit…but at least she wasn’t in danger of passing out.
“You can’t do what you did again.” Ari said speaking of her spilling the contents of her innards. “ If you do something like that with your customer the Madam will give you to that man. He’s one of the worst ones here and his whole purpose is to punish us in moderate to severe degrees. What you saw today was moderate. Be strong or you will regret it.”
With those words Ari forced her into the bathroom and made her brush her teeth before ushering her back to the Madams’s office.
There were three other girls there all looking different degrees of frightened. Sakura couldn’t say that she blamed them since she too was scared out of her wits—especially after what she had seen earlier. Had these girls been shown the same thing? What had Hisa done to warrant such a punishment? Was she alright? Or was she still in that room…with that man?
The door to the Madam’s office opened and she heard a man she was unfamiliar with say, “Kagome.” Sakura sighed relived that she wasn’t next. She needed a few extra minutes to prepare herself although she soon found out that she wasn’t going to get it. “Sakura, you’re coming as well.”
Her heart froze in her chest but somehow she managed to move. Her feet shuffled along and her eyes stayed on the ground. Saud feet were bare since for some reason Ari didn’t think she needed shoes. The floors, though, were unusually warm. In her perusal she also noticed how immaculate the floors were. Not a scuff could be found. She could tell that someone had spent long, hard hours to make the floor shine the way it did. She wondered who it was.
It seemed like they walked forever and the bells of her skirt jingled in tune with her heart. In reality, though, it only took them a few minutes to reach their destination. When he stopped Sakura looked up into the man’s eyes that bore into hers. He was an older man that had an air about him that spoke of authority. She wondered exactly what his place was in the house but she figured she’d have time to figure that out later. In the meantime he was just one more person to be cautious of.
“Stay here, Sakura.” Sakura took a moment to wonder who had him her name and then watched as he slid a screen back and allowed Kagome entrance.   The door closed immediately behind her and Sakura found herself moving closer in an attempt to hear what was going on but her efforts were in vain. So instead she had to distract herself with her dark thoughts of what was to…come.
Visions of Hisa clouded her mind and Sakura had to forcibly push them away or else she’d never be able to go through with it. She’d run screaming into the night and damn the whole mission to hell. And she wouldn’t care a whit.
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Her time had come entirely too fast. It seems as if she had only blinked her eyes once before she found herself being guided inside the room. She glanced around looking for Kagome but couldn’t find the girl anywhere in the room. Was there another way in? A quick inspection revealed nothing. If she had to run there was only one way she knew of to get out. One option didn’t sit well with her.
The room wasn’t overly large. In total Sakura counted about nine men—none of which appeared to be her sensei. Her eyes darted from face to face trying to figure out why he wasn’t there. He promised he’d be there. He promised he’d protect her. So where was he? Why had she trusted him? The blood in her veins rushed to her head making her woozy. Hysteria bubbled upward and she almost screamed but swallowed it back down nearly choking herself in the process. She must have stumbled since the Madam gave her a harsh look causing Sakura to focus more on what she was doing lest she get herself in trouble.
She couldn’t look at their faces. She didn’t want to see their expressions as they looked her over like some prize cattle. Instead, she brought her attention back to the room.
“And next, gentlemen, we have the lovely Sakura.”
It was like a small auditorium. She had never seen anything like it and she wondered had been specifically built for events like these…
“You’ll be happy to know that our little Sakura’s cherry is fully intact. Yes, you heard me correctly gentlemen. No man has ever laid hands on her. She is like clay. You can mold her into what you want her to be.”
The floors were covered in plush pillows of various colors that the men reclined on. The room smelled of smoke that had a sweet odor that made Sakura’s eyes water slightly. The walls were candy apple red. The lighting was dim except for where she stood. The walls had ornate mirrors hung here and there. Overall the room should have been tawdry but Sakura couldn’t help but admit to herself that it was beautiful.
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