I am…

A whore, a slut, a masochist, a fag, a freak, an alcoholic, a murderer, a liar, a psycho, and a thief; a story about social rejects coming together to make something so sad it was beautiful.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

I really don't care if you're all mad at me for posting a new story... I have been meaning to update some other stories, but this story just needs to be told. Please enjoy.

She had been lying in the same position for some time now; it hurt to even think about moving. Her eyes were closed, because she didn't want to have to face the reality that was her life. She wanted nothing more than to open her eyes to a regular life, but she knew that would never happen. She lived in a world where dreams didn't come true; where it was stupid to try because everyone was going to fail anyways. Opening her eyes meant she would have to live a life she hated, but she knew she had to get ready for the night.

The room she was in was plastered in black and red. The red reminded her so much of the metallic taste she had in her mouth right then it nearly made her stomach clench. Spitting the blood from her mouth onto the floor, she didn't care whether she decided to clean it up later or not. The place she lived in was a hell hole, and she would be lucky to make it out of there alive.

Grinding her teeth together, she walked into the closet to look for an outfit to wear tonight. It was going to be cold, but in her profession there was little need for comfort. Grabbing one of her smallest outfits (a tight fitting green spandex tube top with a small black mini skirt and six inch black pumps) she knew tonight she would catch the attention of at least one man.

Wednesdays were an unusual night for someone of her profession to work, but then again she worked every night. Every cent would get her that much closer to leaving this place, and she would gladly sell her body in order to leave this damned nightmare behind.

Glancing to the window, she noted the sky was slowly getting darker; it was obvious that she had been passed out since around noon. She had missed school again, she noted dryly, but then again school didn't really matter to her. School wouldn't get her out of this place…

She knew she had to be quiet when leaving. If he knew she was awake already, he would make sure it would be more painful next time. Opening her door quietly, she walked through the hallway with her heels in her hand; there was no way she was going to get caught again.

She stealthily walked down the stairs that lead from her bedroom to the main floor of the house, before realizing that she was safe. He was passed out on the living room chair again, and she knew he wouldn't be waking up for some time.

Deciding not to press her luck though, she walked out of the house, and immediately headed towards the inner city. Konoha was one of Japan's largest cities. She was lucky to live near the city; if she had lived anywhere else she wouldn't have been able to work the streets like she did here.

Putting on her heels, she ignored the cold wind as it ran through her short pink locks. It was as cold as she thought it would be, but she wouldn't have to wait long for tonight. She walked down a few more streets, before she found the corner she had been looking for. This was the corner she had been working for a little over a year now.

After only a matter of minutes, a dark blue car pulled up right next to her. Fighting off the urge to shiver in disgust (she had stopped doing that a long time ago) she walked towards the passenger side door with a coy smile on her face. "Can I help you?" She asked playfully. The man in the car appeared to be average to good looking; to her it really didn't matter anymore. He had a face that seemed recognizable, but she couldn't completely place it anywhere.

"Sure," the man replied with a determined tone. "Hop in, I need directions."

Smiling, she nodded before getting in the front seat. This had become all too common for her, but she had already gotten used to it. She was past being shy when it came to things of this nature. "What would you like?" She asked while he drove away from the sidewalk.

She was mildly confused when he didn't answer her at first; he seemed to be content with driving. Before she could speak again, however, he turned his eyes towards her. "How long have you been living like this?"

"… I don't understand what you're saying," she said quickly. She had dealt with men who had tried to preach to her before; she knew what she was doing. She didn't appreciate people thinking she didn't know how to live her life when she did.

"Don't you know there's ways to help people like you?" He said as he pulled up to a stop light. She frowned as she realized this conversation was going nowhere; he had wasted her valuable time for nothing.

"I don't need to take this from you," she whispered harshly before opening her passenger door. Slamming the door shut, she started to walk back to her corner. If her timing was right, then maybe her regular would be there waiting for her.

Sighing wistfully, she tried to ignore what had just happened. The man in the car had said people like you, and she had to chuckle bitterly at the thought. "There are no people like me," she said quietly as she turned another street corner.

The night was getting darker as she continued her short trek back to Main Street. It was weird to say, but she felt like that street was home to her. It was more comfortable than the house she lived in, and as crazy as it sounded, she liked the people out here better.

As she kept walking, she looked up to see a tall man with dark hair. He was waiting at the corner she left not twenty minutes ago, and when she saw him she gave him a small nod of her head in greeting.

"Sai," she greeted plainly while she walked up to the man. He was pale; his paleness was almost to an extent where one would worry about him being ill. The paleness seemed to help define his features more: his sharp nose was more pronounced, and his dark eyes contrasted beautifully against the skin.

"Sakura," Sai said with a slight bow. His posture was stiff, but she was used to that. This man before her was always this way. "I was hoping we could do our usual routine tonight."

"Sure," she, Sakura, said with a nod of her head. Sai had been a regular for the past five months. And even though the man wasn't outrageously good looking, she was just glad he was at least civil to her and clean. She had dealt with more than one harassing gentleman over the past year; she could at least trust Sai.

Grabbing his hand, she was glad to feel the smooth texture of money below her fingers. It was her biggest rule; pay and then play. Moving her hand from his, she placed the money in one of her small skirt pockets. Moving her hand back to Sai's, Sakura followed Sai's lead, as he led her back towards his black car.

His car was probably worth twice the amount of her house at home, not that she'd ever tell him that. Sakura never asked how much Sai made, or what Sai did, and Sai in return never questioned Sakura about where she lived and what she did. Sakura thought it was a fair enough trade.

Sitting in the leather seat, Sakura watched as Sai moved quickly over to the driver seat. The dark haired male's eyes were endless, and completely emotionless. This she could do; emotionless, unattached Sai.

Sai's emotionless eyes landed to Sakura, and he nodded towards he seatbelt. "You know I ask you to wear that, Sakura."

"Sorry Sai," Sakura said with a sigh as she belted herself in; he did this every time. It wasn't like she chose not to remember. "I must have forgotten."

After she was securely in place, Sai turned on the car. He must have been driving for a while before he had stopped; the car blew warm air on her barely clothed body, and it felt incredibly wonderful. Just as Sai was about to pull out of the parking stall, the sound of police sirens and the flashing of red and blue lights stopped him.

Nervously looking backward, Sakura inwardly cursed at seeing two police officers there. They were usually never around… why were they now?

Sakura looked over to Sai who seemed to be incredibly calm at the moment. He emotionlessly spoke, "They'll never believe that we're actually dating, so I'm just going to say that I picked you up because you looked cold."

The comment was like mental slap to the face, but Sakura nodded. She knew her place in all this; she hated it, but she knew it well. She numbly watched as the police officer walked to Sai's window and tapped lightly on the glass with his flashlight.

In response, Sai rolled down his window and put on his fake smile. "What seems to be the trouble officer?"

"Are you aware the person in your car is a suspected prostitute, Sir?" The officer said while flashing his flash light over to Sakura. Sakura did not feel uncomfortable at the stares the officer was giving her; they were judgmental stares, but stares she had been dealing with them the whole time she had been working.

"Oh," Sai said with a confused glance over to Sakura; she was almost impressed by his acting skills. "No, I wasn't aware. After heading over to the shop over there I noticed this young lady looked very cold. I was going to take her to get some coffee."

The officer before them did not look convinced, and before Sakura knew it, he had asked for her to step out of the car. Nodding slightly, Sakura opened the car door and walked over to the officer.

"Do you have your license on you?" The police officer asked. Sakura shook her head and mentally sighed in relief; if they didn't know who she was then they couldn't take her home, could they? Maybe this was the break she finally needed. "Then what's your name?"

Sakura refused to answer, and she hoped this would all turn out for the best. She didn't want any of this to reach her father's ears, because if they did she would surely get a beating that would leave her unconscious for days. She didn't care if she went to prison; hell, prison might be an oasis next to this place. She just didn't want anyone to tell her father…

"Asuma, what's going on?" The second police officer asked as she exited the vehicle. Sakura looked over to see a long brunette headed female police officer. She walked over to the blue haired police officer that stood before her.

"Kurenai, this young lady is refusing to tell me her name," Asuma, the blue haired police officer, stated.

Kurenai looked the pinkette up and down. "Sweetheart you can't be more than seventeen," the woman spoke in a sad tone. "Just tell us your name; I'm sure your family is worried about you."

Sakura's mouth closed tighter after that comment as made. No, she did not have a family that was worried about her… no one was going to worry about her.

"It looks like we'll have to take her downtown," Asuma said with a sigh as he brought out handcuffs. Placing them loosely on to Sakura's wrists, he gave Sai one last look. "Are you sure you don't know this woman?"

"I had never seen her before today, officer," Sai said easily as he started to drive off. "I swear on my life."