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Crossing Field	By : zoestarlightshot Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Itachi/Sakura Views: 7190 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4 - Harden My Heart, Quarterflash

Okay so, Uh, I’m not good at this whole talk before the chapter thing but, gamesdonequick is going on so check it out on twitch, i’m a big big fan of speed runs and all the donations go towards the prevent cancer org, sooo yeah :c

All the chapter names are song names ( and the story name as well ) in case you want to listen to them too, I know the chapters before (specially the last one) have some errors, like repeated words and stuff, but I usually write late in the night while playing Paladins ( feel free to add me if you play it too - PrincessPheonix ) .

I’m a MATURE writer, so this story has some really heavy, detailed mature scenes, and not always happy. Read at your own discretion.

Thanks for reading this far and gimme a heads up if you have any questions or suggestions.

Chapter 4 - Harden My Heart, Quarterflash

All of my life I've been waitin' in the rain
I've been waiting for a feeling that never, ever came
It feels so close, but always disappears

Suddenly he backed off “ You can call me Ta-Chan, how about it? You’ll earn the rest of it as we go”.

Sakura smiled, glad the first men she met in this place was actually nice and sweet. “I look forward to deserving (I corrected this from last chapter < ) those”

That’s when she blushed completely, realizing what she had just said.

“Don’t worry, Dahlia” He pressed his lips against hers once more, and backed off just as quickly. “That’s all I’m stealing from you tonight”.

Her heart was almost falling off her chest, what was happening? This isn’t a fairytale, things like this aren’t supposed to happen.

He’s not Sasuke! - She repeated in her head, over and over and over.

He talks to you, he’s polite, and he has a really pretty smile. I can barely even REMEMBER Sasuke’s smile... It’s been way too long.

“Thank you, for tonight Ta-Chan” She released her first real smile in months. “You gave me back the confidence I lost long time ago”.

“You really shouldn’t be thanking me, pinkie” He answered, standing up from the bench they’ve been sitting at for hours and headed to the door. “I had a good time tonight “.

Gathering the courage to ask him to come back was way harder than what she could possibly handle, so with all that was left of her, she walked towards him, rose to her tiptoes and kissed his cheek, a long kiss that meant so much to her.

Once he left, she fell to the floor once more, I didn’t ask him what he did for a living, his body suggested a ninja but… What would he be doing here? She wondered, and if he were to be a ninja, why didn’t he recognize me? I became pretty famous after becoming Tsunade’s pupil. Her mind was working through 100 thoughts a second, he made her body hot and numb, everywhere he touched, his kiss, the way he placed his hands on her hips and pressed it gently. Was that what they called instant attraction? She never had a man close to her like that, not a boyfriend, not a fling, she’s had tons hugs tho, mostly when Naruto jumped her out of nowhere when they were kids, some with Sasuke when she was even younger than just “kids”, but none of them meant half as much, and that scared her.

Sakura would rather he’d been a fat, bald and smelly rude man. It’d be easier to handle the next days after he left, now she was confused, trying her best not to panic, now she was even MORE scared of what her next client would be like, if her days working as a maid for The Moonlight Rose have taught her anything, was that a jewel like him was a real rare sight, and were reserved mostly for Chocolate and her minions. Would she be able to sleep tonight? Or even to think straight? She looked at herself at the mirror in front of her bed. - Why did he choose me? Does he have a fetish for pink hair? - She added more question to her list, planning to ask him if he ever came back.

It was hard to stay sane after the day she had.

--x--

“Dahlia” A voice came from the hallway, Star, another one of the girls she worked with, while she practiced her Shakuhachi (a flute made of bamboo) “You’ve been requested again”.

I’ve been called for the 5th time in 9 days, she counted, luckily, no one offered to pay more… - Inner said, giggling - If you know what I mean.

So far she’s seen a set pattern of men, a bit overweight, with no hair at all, or waaay too much of it, not only on their head. Have you ever seen an absurdly hairy man? Like, Legs, arms, stomach? Yes it’s kinda nasty to look at. Four of them didn’t really smell as bad as she expected but there was one who just reeked of dirt mixed with sake and some other booze she couldn’t quite recognize.

“I’m on my way, Star, thank you”

Sigh

Here we go again.

One more night, entertaining men with egos bigger than their bellies.

The first 3 times she kept hoping it was her Ta-Chan that would show up, now she didn’t really bother keeping her hopes up, at least as much as she could. She’d find herself wondering what they’d be doing, or talking about, whenever her client was simply boring.

It was hard to be nice to drunk men.

It was ALSO hard to answer “Is your hair natural?” or “How did you dye it?”, or “Is down there pink too?”.

But she was decided to do it.

She had the strength to do it, she was going to harden her heart and survive, she’d be the best.

Knocking at the door, Star came running at her, yelling her to stop. “WAIT, Dahlia! Just so you know - He increased his payment, so you’ll be spending the night here, don’t bother changing”. She smiled, as if it was the best thing in the world. They enjoyed what they did, the money WAS good, it really was, they could live well, doing something fairly simple, working every other day whenever they had a late night, like today.

Sakura let out a big sigh, it was bound to happen sometime.

I’m gonna swallow my tears

Smiling, she opened the door.

“Hello, I’m Dahlia and I’ll be your entertainer today”

He wasn’t NASTY NASTY, but he was nasty nonetheless.

“Hello Child, aren’t you too young to be here?” His smile was vicious, cold shivers climbed up her spines.

She thought of Sasuke first.

Then she thought of Ta-Chan.

It’s impossible for Sasuke to show up here… From the options I hade, i’d really rather it was Ta-Chan.

“I’m actually 18, sir, I hope it doesn’t change anything between us”

The man stood up, just to grab Sakura by the waist and bring her closer. “Oh, it sure won’t, little lady.”

He was just a few centimeters taller than her, not THAT fat, bald, a bit smelly... She noticed how oily his hands were when he tried to touch her face, trying to go for a kiss.

“I’m sorry sir… But no kisses. It’s part of my contract” - She smiled coldly. - “Would you like something to drink, some Sake or Shochu maybe?”

I never heard anything like that - Inner mentioned.

Would you rather kiss THAT guy?

Have I mentioned I love our newly signed contract?

“No one has told me that” He grinned.

“It’s exclusive to me, but I’m sure I can make up for it in other ways, sir.” She kept the professional smile, eyes glued to his, provoking him with the tip of her nails touching his uncovered chest, she was starting to get extremely nervous. Her plan HAD to work, she had to make him think he had the best night ever. “What should I call you, sir?”

“Master, is fine, little lady” He licked her neck, dragging her into the bed next to them. “Is that hair truly yours?”

“Yes it is, master.” She sat down the bed, looking at him, trying to look as seductive as she possibly knew. “Do you like it?”

“I love it, it’s very… Unique.” He followed her, kneeling in front of her body.

Opening a little bit of her kimono, Sakura kept repeating her newly found mantra.

I'm gonna harden my heart
I'm gonna swallow my tears

Her old self was gone, she had to change, she had to be stronger, if she wanted to survive that life, she wasn’t a ninja anymore, she was a geisha. A geisha with the choice to save her own chastity for as long as it took.

She knew human anatomy quite well, she knew what made men tick, and she knew how to manipulate their body into thinking something else.

“Would you let me take care of you, master?” She whispered in his ear, licking his earlobe slowly. Nasty . “ I’d really like to make you feel good.” Her hand met the center of his pants, applying a small pressure to the hardened member.

“I love a girl who takes initiative” He answered, drunk on his own words.

She laid him down in bed, sitting over his pants. “Your little girl likes to be nasty” she opened up the top part of her dress, teasing to release her breasts under the small knot that kept the garment together. “Would you like to see her? Would you like to touch her?” Her hands moved to her body over the cloth of her short strapped white dress made of silk, you could see the color of her nipple rings through it, small and perky breasts hidden under such a simple piece of cloth.

“Yes, Yes, please” He answered, feeling her waist move over his already hardened member.

“Do you want to undo my dress, master?” She slightly teased her nipples. “Or would you like me to do it for you? Your own little show…”

He moved up, sitting down with her still on his lap. “I’d love to take it off for you, my sweet little girl” He bit her neck. “You can make me a little show next time I come to visit you.”

She shivered, he mistook it for pleasure.

Hands moved to quickly hold the little ribbon under her breast line, pulling it and feeling the fabric of her dress loosing up. She moved up her arms to help him pull the small white piece of cloth over her head, revealing her white, fair and unmarked skin, her nipples hardened because of the cold air that suddenly hit them. Suddenly his mouth was on her neck, laying open mouthed kisses along it.

“Please don’t mark my skin sir..” She faked a moan. “Rules… Of the house”

“So many rules…” His hand moved up to strongly press her nipples between his fingers, she moaned in pain.

    “You wouldn’t like to see me marked by another man… Would you, master?” She pressed herself down harder, whispering in his ear. “ Oh, Please touch me more, master”

    “Maybe I should just buy you exclusively to myself” She shivered in fear. “

    “I would be honored master but I’m afraid that’s not possible” She dragged her nails up the skin of his chest, marking the white, nasty skin filled with body hair. “I’m still new in the house” She helped him taking off the rest of her Kimono, only undergarments and panties left. “There’s still so much for me to learn. “

    Standing up, she took his pants off, his member jumped up as the cover released it from its cage, just to sit back over it, teasing it, moving her hips. “Does it feel good, master?”

Sakura didn’t even bother to look at it. It wasn’t the first time she looked at a real penis, c’mon, she studied medicine for two years, but that was a completely different situation and she knew she’d falter if she stared for too long.

    He moved his head, giving her a positive sign, she strongly bit his neck, receiving a loud and disturbing moan in return, his hands were shaking, not able to hold her waist anymore. “Should I stop?”

    “NO” He screamed, his hands pressing her down, she could feel her panties growing wetter, against her will, it was now or never, it had to work. “I’m too close, keep just like that child, make your master cum.”

    “Yes master” She smiled, licking his neck.

    She waited until the right moment, his climax, when he lost his senses, and hit a specific spot in his neck, his consciousness slowly fading as he released his seed under the pink haired woman.

    Sakura laid him back down into the bed, standing up and running to the bathroom to clean herself. She was trembling, terrified, but glad at the same time. She did it. She was probably safe for another day. He should wake up tomorrow thinking he passed out from pleasure, and she’d keep her virtue, for who knows how long. Her shower was hot and she couldn't stop herself from cleaning her thighs over and over and over, she felt nasty.

    She felt dirty.

    Dirty, yet safe.
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