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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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Air was important. Although this was something that the Madam disagreed with since she was lead to her office by a girl different than the one who dressed her but wearing a similar corset.   Corsets, while pretty, were antiquated and Sakura decided that she would rather have nothing to do with them. Although it wasn’t like she had a choice since she had been poured into the cotton candy colored monstrosity. She didn’t know why people saw her hair and thought whatever she wore should match it. The color made her look like a baby….but given where she was perhaps that was the motive. Sakura brushed the thought away quickly and glanced at her companion.
The girl that was leading her to the Madam was different in the sense that she rather vocal which Sakura thought, given her current situation, was an advantage. She needed all the information she could get as swiftly as she could get it.
“So what’s your name?”
Sakura blinked realizing this was the first time she had been asked that question. “Sakura,” she said and her companion laughed. “Sakura? Oh, they’ll love that.”
“What do you mean?”
The girl eyed her with surprise first before a shrewd look entered her eye. “You mean you don’t know?”
“Know what?” Sakura asked getting more alarmed by the second. Why would her name be of interest for anything…besides to mock her for her hair color? That was something she was accustomed to since it was something that happened often when she was younger.
“They said we were getting a new girl.   They didn’t say you were new new.”     She murmured to herself slowly shaking her head as if in thought. After a while she seemed to come to a decision.    “Look if you need anything just ask anyone where Ari is. I’ll help you. Just stay away from my client…I--”
The look on the girl’s face was so lost and so scared that Sakura didn’t know what to make of it. She didn’t know whether or not she was warning her away for her own good or for other reasons. Still, to Sakura it didn’t really matter. She needed information and it seemed that Ari would likely be a good source to retrieve it from. She wasn’t going to burn any bridges this early in the game.
“Uh, thanks. I promise I’ll steer clear of your client. I just--” Sakura said but before she could truly appreciate the act of kindness or find out who, exactly, was Ari’s client, she was interrupted. The fear that she had saw moments ago was gone and replaced by a girl who looked overly confident and more than sure of herself. It was a weird change and it unnerved Sakura for a second or two but the information she was being given was more important than that.
“Okay, so this is Madam’s office.” Ari gestured to the door that she hadn’t even noticed they had stopped in front of due to Ari’s swift personality change. “A few things will help you when dealing with her. Speak when spoken to. Maintain good posture…although these blasted corsets take care of that for the most part. And be respectful to her and her…guests.”
“But—“ Before Sakura could say another word, Ari opened the door, shoved her inside, and closed the door behind her. Sakura stared at the door for several moments before turning around to meet her fate.
The Madam slowly raised her head and surveyed her body. Her gaze was intense and Sakura felt like she was some sort of specimen under a microscope and had to work hard not to fidget. After an eternity she finally spoke, “You don’t look half bad when cleaned up.” Sakura blinked. “You don’t look half good either.” Sakura’s eyes flashed angrily but she held her tongue making herself once more the subject of amusement. “You came at a fortunate time. We’re having an auction tonight.”
“What are you auctioning?” As if she didn’t know already. However, it wouldn’t do to act like she already knew. The woman already thought her reactions were off. There was also no need to set off any additional alarm bells inside her head.
There was a pause before the Madam said, “Did Ari tell you to hold your tongue unless I require a response?”
“Yes.”
“Yes Madam.” She corrected sternly.
“Yes Madam.” Sakura repeated. Displeasure was evident on the Madam’s face and Sakura worried at what action she would take next. The fear that she had been holding at bay swept over her rapidly almost choking her with its ferocity. Sakura supposed her reaction was the correct one since the Madam’s face smoothed to its normal beautiful complexion.
The woman was scary and it seemed as if her mood swings were far more frequent than her own.
“If I have to correct you once more you will not like the consequences. I’m only being lenient with you because unlike the other girls here you did not come from one of my other brothels. You came straight here. You don’t know the rules but I suggest you learn them fast.” There was a pause and in the midst of it Sakura nodded her head which seemed to please the Madam. “Now as I was saying there is an auction tonight—for you and a few other girls. I’m selling you to the highest bidder and you are to do whatever it is that they please when it so pleases them.
You should know that first and foremost I’m a business woman. I had a niche idea. I found the product and I’m selling it to those that demand it. No one complains about my products. My girls are the best at what they do. And since you are now one of my girls I expect you to watch the others and learn quickly how to please a man. There are several rooms that have two way mirrors that you can observe from. Feel free to participate if you wish—that is until the auction. After the auction your body will belong to whoever has purchased you only. You will only be expected to service his or her needs unless they decide to loan you out or they forget to pay your monthly security deposit. In that case then whoever wants you can have you because the bottom line is the almighty dollar.”
It was sick and twisted and Sakura wanted to hurl but she somehow managed to hold back. She was certain her face was pale and sickly. She didn’t understand people who had no loyalty to anything but themselves, people who didn’t care who they stepped on as long as they benefited in the end.
“Are we clear on this?”
Sakura hesitated before saying, “Yes Madam.”
“Good. Now what is your name?”
Sakura suddenly remembered Ari’s words about her name and wanted to change it but since she had already opened her mouth she did see how she could get herself out of this situation without being called a liar. “Sakura.”
“Sakura,” the Madam said with a sickly sweet smile.   “What a lovely name.”

--Sorry about the late chapter. My niece has been in the hospital lately and for a while we weren't certain if she would survive but all is well now--well, mostly. So here is your update. JzB
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