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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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Sakura realized that somehow she had ended up exactly where she was supposed to be. It was a pity. She was hoping that there had been some sort of sweetly pleasant mix-up. Inner Sakura rolled her eyes knowing better.
“I’m no whore.”
“You are what I say you are and you will address me as Madam or you will not like the consequences.” Sakura held her tongue and stared at the woman warily. There was no mistaking the authority in her tone. This was a woman to be reckoned with. For some reason Sakura felt jealous. “You’re not washing fast enough. I have more things to do than to sit around with you all day. Hurry up.”
Sakura did as she was told. It would serve her well to stay quiet until she knew more about what was going on. She washed her body as instructed then stepped out of the bathtub and subjected herself to Madam’s perusal. She had never been more embarrassed in her life. The woman poked her in places she couldn’t say out loud and touched her in ways no one had ever touched her. Sakura felt like merchandise that she was testing to see whether or not it was worth the buy. It took everything Sakura had not to lash out. The Madam could tell and it amused her to no end.
“Come now, where’s all that spunk you showed up with? Don’t tell me it was all bluster.” She lightly ran her fingers through Sakura’s hair making her shift uneasily.
“It comes and goes.” Sakura muttered then realized it was true. She could be sweet and demure and flip in the blink of the eye and be a hellion. She had never really thought about it but her personality was rather…different. Almost like Inner Sakura wasn’t a figment of her imagination but another person inside of her. The thought amused Sakura but not enough to bring forth a smile to her lips.
“Oh really?” Madam said with a laugh. “I’m sure there’s someone who’ll have fun with that. I’ll send someone to help you dress.” Without further ado she flounced out of the room merely laughing as Sakura called out that she could dress herself.
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It figured. Of all the brothels Sakura would get carted off to she would get carted to the one where you had to have an exclusive invitation to get into. Kakashi ran a frustrated hand over his face.
This he only knew from the rumors Pakkun was able to pick up from the residents of the house. Pakkun had not been happy about Kakashi sending him. Okay, he hadn’t been bothered by being sent in. He had been bothered by Kakashi stripping him of his clothes and making him look like a regular dog.
Kakashi had no sympathy for him. All he had to do was walk around naked. Compared to what he had to do that was nothing. In fact, he would have been willing to trade places with the dog if he could bring it upon himself to tell him what exactly he had to do. (Or if hordes of women wouldn’t be all over him the second he took off his clothes.)
He didn’t even like admitting that to himself.
Pakkun counted 11 girls all total and he hadn’t seen any sign of Sakura but Pakkun assured him she was somewhere in the vicinity which left him puzzling out how to get in since henge was out of the question. He had never been in a position like this before and he didn’t want to chance the henge dispelling on him. He could steal an invitation off someone else and pose as that person but he didn’t exactly know how close the proprietor was with those whom she had sent invitations to. And, of course, there was the last option—somehow obtain his own invitation on his own merit. However, that was something he needed time to do and that was something he didn’t have unless…
Kakashi smiled grimly.
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Sakura could admit that growing up she was a huge fan of dress up. She used to plan raids on her mother’s closet once she saw something she had taken a shine to. She’d always get in trouble for it but it was always worth it.
On the other hand, Sakura didn’t like playing dress up in her current surroundings. She also didn’t like corsets. They were the ultimate evil. Who would make something to ensure that breathing was impossible and call it fashionable? She didn’t even have any breasts to make it worth it. And who wore corsets nowadays anyway?
The only good thing about her lesson in torture was that it expanded her acquaintances. She met some of the girls who were there with her.
“Ah, does it have to be so tight?” Sakura wheezed when the strings to the back of her corset were pulled tighter. If Sakura didn’t know better she’d say the girl had strength like her Kage because no normal person should be able to pull strings that tight.
“Yes.” Her answered was in a soft monotone that made Sakura flinch. The girl sounded so lifeless that it was scary. Had she been here so long that it had broken her spirit? Did she have no hope of a life outside of being a prostitute? Or maybe she was looking too deep for an answer. Maybe this was just her personality.
“Why?” Sakura whimpered.
The reply only served to irritate her. “Because Madam says so.” The unquestionable certainty in that response raised the hairs on Sakura’s neck. But she suppressed the growing fear that she was trying to ignore and tried to focus on the mission with little success.
“What’s your name?” Sakura asked, but with the pain she was enduring it made it hard to make conversation without fearing she’d pass out and that was one thing she didn’t want to do in this place. She wasn’t even sure how she was going to sleep.
“You shouldn’t talk. It makes things harder.” Sakura’s lips thinned knowing the girl was telling the truth. Still she wanted to know more about her. She was younger than Sakura but she wasn’t sure by how much. She only had the age range that the Hokage had given her-- nine to thirteen. She was a pretty girl was golden hair that was pulled up into ringlets that framed her face nicely. Rouge dusted her cheeks giving her the appearance of a blush which was something Sakura thought she needed given her pale countenance.
However, what was most unique about the girl was not be pale complexion but rather that she didn’t appear to be from the Five Shinobi Nations. No, she was from somewhere else otherwise Sakura knew she’d be able to place where she was from. But she didn’t get to ask her anything and once she was finished lacing her up Sakura didn’t really want to.
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