Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

A/N: I have purposely altered the characters' personalities and whichever you may find different in this fic. Comments and reviews are welcome. This is rated M for a reason, so little kids, keep out ;)

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THE BOY NUMBER 5

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Prologue

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Dusk had arrived in the small town of Hagi. One by one the shops closed and the street lamps were illuminated. The serene village was located beside the hillsides. One part of it was beside a coastal port.

There was an orphanage and a tiny chapel by the hillside, named St. Jerome Emiliani Chapel. It was made with old bricks and oaks, and could fit a maximum of a hundred people.

Shizune, a short-haired brunette lady in her early thirties, was closing the window chapels one by one. The rain was starting to pour and the wind was getting cold. She was a caretaker of both the chapel and the orphanage next to it and it was her everyday duty to make sure all the doors, windows and locks were secured.

She held the hems of her dark gray robes more securely in front of her as she felt the gush of wind blew against her face when she pulled in the handle and closed the last of the windows. She was about to walk to the back door when she suddenly heard a baby's cry inside the chapel.

She stopped on her tracks and looked around. Nobody was there except for her and Father Onoki, who was busy closing the cabinets at the back in another room. She didn't see anyone else present when she entered earlier to lock the place.

The baby's cry echoed and she moved around the empty pews to look for it. She saw a bundle of dark blue cloth on the floor, in front of the very first pew near the altar. She saw movements inside the thick cloth and hurriedly approached. There, inside the thick folds of fabric was a baby having a toothless wail, its cheeks flushing. There was a little mop of jet black hair on top of its head. Its skin was smooth and unblemished.

Shizune cautiously took the toddler in her arms. The thick linen was big and long, as if whoever wrapped it around the baby made certain it would keep it warm for a given time. And the little creature was indeed warm when she touched its cheek. And it just bawled loudly inside the parish.

"Oh my, look at you." Shizune said in distress. She didn't see anyone else or notice anything else when she walked in several minutes ago to put out the candles one by one. "Where did you come from?" She grunted mostly to herself.

She looked around her and all she saw were the empty lines of pews and the closed entry.

"Father Onoki!" She called. "Father Onoki come here quick, please!"

She heard the light footsteps after a few seconds and a small old man in black robes walked in. He was short, not even reaching five feet in height, and his balding hair was a mix of brown and white strands. He has a wrinkled face and his nose was red, with some warts growing on its surface. Sometimes little kids teases him as rotten-tomato nose, which would earn them a slap on the head from the old priest.

"What're ye yelling about?" he snapped, the back of his robes swaying behind him as he strode. His petite figure and long robes sometimes makes him appear to be walking on air.

He heard the cries and saw the bundle in Shizune's arms. His brown eyes rounded.

"Somebody left a baby here." Shizune said. A hint of concern and sadness were there on her voice.

Onoki frowned and stood beside her. She had to lower the bundle in her arms for him to see. All he saw were pinkish gums as the baby wailed again.

"Another abandoned infant." He puffed out, putting his fingers against his coiled forehead.

It wasn't the first time a child had appeared at the neigborhood. After all, he and Shizune looks after the old foster house and the chapel in that tiny town. But it was the first time an infant was left inside the chapel. There were two incidents when they found young kids abandoned at the door step of the orphanage before, but not one inside the parish. And most of the children they took in were old enough to be walking, and not as young and helpless as this.

"Ssshhh… It's okay. We're here. You must be cold and hungry, aren't you?" Shizune talked sweetly to the infant, rocking it carefully in her arms. The infant went quiet for a moment, staring at her with round, teary-eyed, dark brown pupils. "It's a boy." She said, before it went into another fit of yowls.

"A lucky boy, still. He'd been found before the place got locked up." Onoki grunted as he gave one look at the bundle before walking towards the back where he just came from. "Get the little twert something to eat before it starts to make the ceilings collapse. I'll ask around the neighborhood first thing tomorrow about his parents."

Shizune turned off the last light before following the aged priest out towards the back, which connected the parish and the foster house next to it.

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The infant was never claimed. And a few years later, he was one of the brightest child in the foster home. He was quiet at first, most of the time observing his surroundings and studying the people and the materials around him.

The parish priest named him Uchiha Sasuke. Where or from what on earth did he based it from, he didn't know. The senior priest just simply stated that the name sounded exactly like him.

His features became distinctive as he grew. He had short jet black hair and a sprinkle of bangs on his forehead. His eyes has this piercing stare which the older kids would find intimidating at times.

The St. Jerome Emiliani Foster Home supplies handicrafts and potteries to a variety of shops in towns near Hagi. This would contribute to the expenses of the foster care. Most of the supplies were made by the orphans or retired citizens, and Sasuke was introduced to this art as early as age four. And he was good at it. By the time he was seven, he was making a number of paper umbrellas a week, painted and structured by him. He would decorate them with abstract paintings, sometimes pandas or wolves or planes. It didn't take long and his works became one of the pieces which would get sold first. It was because of this which was why Shizune gives him his fair share of profits. Just small coins he would save for himself. The orphanage didn't require the children to work, but it had became their hobbies since the house didn't have any television to entertain them.

He was a curious boy. And his curiosity would often get the better of him, resulting for him to sneak out and go over the wooden fences of the house and would roam the streets from time to time, meddling with the array of things and ways in that small town. He wouldn't normally talk to strangers, but if he becomes interested in a person or a thing, he would approach them. And this would make Shizune go ballistic.

"You shouldn't be going out of the house especially at this time of the day!" Shizune yelled at him when he came home late one night. She and the other caretakers weren't even aware he was gone. "What're we going to do if something happens to you?"

"I saw a puppy." Sasuke said in his tiny, childish voice.

Some of the children in the foster home would sneak out and never return, but Sasuke would always make it a point to return somehow, no matter what time or day it was. Some children in the house would even steal before completely leaving and running away. Sasuke, on the other hand, never steals. Well, sure, he would knick a bread or two in the kitchen if he gets hungry but that was as far as he'd go.

The elders in the house knew he was a smart boy. If he was new at something, he would observe silently at first, before imitating what the others were doing. Or sometimes he would develop his own way of doing things.

Uchiha Sasuke had a thirst to see the world.

He was thrilled during his first day in school, finally out of the house the whole day to see new things, while a few of his classmates were crying at the door, asking their otou-san or okaa-san to stay. Clearly, some of them were not used to be left alone. Sasuke, by all means, was glad to be alone. He had been with different kids as early as he could remember. A lot of them left, some stayed. He even had brawls on occasions and it would end with a bleeding nose or somebody's toy broken.

As a boy, he had never really gotten interested in finding his biological parents, unlike a lot of orphans he'd met. He had thought about them when he was younger, but it eventually passed. He figured they didn't truly wanted him nor care about him after leaving him abandoned in a parish, just like what Onoki had honestly admitted to him when he asked. He didn't dwell on this matter as much as others and merely decided he didn't care about them either. And this lack of guardians had lead to some students taunting him about his background.

As a boy who grew up under the guidance of a priest and a kind lady, one would think that he was pretty much a nice, behaved boy. But that was not the case with Sasuke.

As the years passed, the elders had eventually labeled him a rascal. He wanted to experiment with various things, inside and outside of classes. He didn't actually care about what was right or wrong. He wanted to see and realize it for himself, not what others would say which was which. He was a topnotch in some of the classes, but he didn't entirely devoted his time in studying nor heeding the advices of his mentors. He would pretend to listen when he was being lectured, then move on to do something else afterwards. He tried to juggle both studying and social ventures, but it grew dull and boring to him sooner or later when he hit high school.

By the time he became a teenager, he was one of the delinquents in the local school. He had been involved with fist fights and wasn't attending some of his classes anymore.

He could've been an ace student if he had chosen to, but he became curious about other matters. He tried vices: alcohol, smoking, gambling—all illegal for minors. Onoki and Shizune noticed the changes in his behaviors but he had grown to be stubborn and hard-headed. Their words and discipline weren't enough for a teenager who wanted to try and understand things.

He was growing taller and his body was getting bigger and leaner. His features became more distinctive and his face turned more handsome as he grew: with those thick eyebrows that were carved in the right angles above his piercing brown eyes; his straight nose; his smooth, clear complexion.

These looks added fuel to his unpredictable character.

He was ten when he first started noticing the girls in the school. They would approach him and befriend him. He didn't see any problems with it at first, until he became aware of his physical urges when he hit his adolescence. And it didn't take long for him to know what would make them and the females tick.

Ultimately, he figured out it wasn't hard for him to get the girls. They seemed to be drawn to him naturally. They would flutter their eye-lashes and giggle with him every time he was around. He would talk to a girl he likes. Get to know her and walk her home. Then he'd steal a kiss or two. After that, it was up to both of them whatever else they'd like to do in the days that came.

One by one, he captured the heart of girls he likes in the class, before moving on to the other batches. He started trying things out with them. Both emotionally and physically. And one by one, his innocence wavered away.

His popularity (both good and bad) in the school had soon caught the attention of the senior students. It was like a blow in the ego to know that a junior was causing a stir with the female students and the instructors, and they were provoked by this. It was not unusual for a student, especially the nerds, to get beaten up by a gang of seniors in that area. There were days when Sasuke would see a student lying almost unmoving on the ground with blood stains all over his face.

The taunting Sasuke had been receiving started during his first month in the institute, when he was in first grade. His classmates mocked him of having no parents. There were events and meetings in the school where a parent was required to attend, and Shizune wasn't able to attend on some because of her busy duties in the orphanage. Thus, Sasuke was left with nobody during these occasions. The absence of parents in his life lead the student to mock him about his abandonment and him being unwanted. He ignored these remarks and simply paid attention to the things that entertained him, like biology or history or a possession he had been saving to buy. The mockeries mostly stopped when he began to mature.

And when he was growing up, he learned that the bullying was a huge factor in the institute and the school staff always had a hard time controlling it. The victims won't even say something to their guardians, too scared that the gangs would be back for a second time.

And it didn't take long when the senior boys finally landed their eyes on Sasuke. He was walking along a corridor one afternoon when he saw a big, chubby, freckle-faced boy with orange hair striding towards him from the other end. There were two tall boys behind him and they were all eyeing him with sly sneers.

"Look it here. If it isn't pretty boy of the second years." The chubby one drawled as they came close.

They stood in front of Sasuke, blocking his way. They were several inches taller than him.

"Move out of the way." Sasuke said, his voice whole and firm. His cold stare was something he reserves for people he dislikes or doesn't give a damn about.

"What makes you think you run this place, huh, pretty boy?"

"I saw him with my girlfriend yesterday. I bet you enjoyed her, didn't you? You piece of shit." The tall, skinny guy behind the chubby one uttered through cleched teeth. He gazed at him with a menacing stare and his fists coiled on his sides.

"Well, your girlfriend clearly forgot you exist." Sasuke said in a stony face.

"You fucking bastard—"

The tall one zoomed his fist at him and he stepped aside, making the attacker stumble on the floor. The chubby one threw the next punch and Sasuke instantly pinned him against the wall after avoiding his hit. The other senior entangled his arm around his neck from behind him, and Sasuke hastily kicked with both legs against the belly of the chubby student. He and his strangler hit the opposite wall, with the senior's back slamming against the concrete surface, loosening his hold around his neck.

He was about to get away when he felt an arm tugged the sleeve of his uniform. The tall senior aimed for his cheek but Sasuke blocked it with his folded arm, shielding the side of his face. His blow landed against his arm, instead. Sasuke hastily swung and his knuckles crashed against the senior's jaw. He fell backwards.

"Quick, hit him on the head!"

The pig-faced senior grabbed him and Sasuke elbowed him hard, smashing his nose which spurted out blood. He pushed him off and dashed out of the corridor in a speed not many young men were capable of, leaving the three students cursing him as they clutched their sore limbs.

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Sasuke looked down at his reddening knuckles as he walked home that day. The sunset sky glowed orange and violet above him. His backpack hung on his back.

He had been getting into multiple fights lately and his hands were starting to hurt. His face was free of any scratches for now, yet he didn't know up to what extent he could keep this up. The caretakers won't like it if he'd come home with some bruises on his face again. He'd still be crafting some lanterns and paper umbrellas later that night and he couldn't do it properly with sore hands.

He was passing by an empty street on the way home. There were old houses on both sides of the street and the shops were closing. It was his daily route from school to the foster house.

He couldn't help but think of doing something else when he grows older. Even when he was just seven years old, he had already thought about going some place else. He didn't want to grow old in that small town. He knew there was a big world out there. He read it in old books and magazines he'd find in the old cabinets at the orphanage.

He saw movements ahead of him and found four older boys at the end of the street. Two other males appeared out of the alley and stood next to the four. All six of them were big and tall and were wearing the same uniforms as his.

Sasuke recognized the three at once. They were the ones who cornered him earlier that day. The chubby moron had a pair of cottons plugged in his nostrils now. He knew they were waiting for him. And they called some back ups to cover for them.

Sasuke stopped on his tracks and surveyed along the houses and alleys around him. Then, in a quick jolt, he bolted out of the street and through an alley between the houses.

"Hey—come back here, you bastard!" One of the seniors shouted angrily.

"Don't let him get away!"

Sasuke swiftly dashed through the gaps between the houses. He has always been fast and he excels in sports class. He pushed his way through the trees and crossed a tiny footbridge towards another village. His chasers were not far and he could hear the noises they were making as they pushed a few people out of the way. He heard the tumbles of plastic containers and screeches of the passers by behind him but he didn't look back.

He turned a corner and suddenly saw a little girl before him. He abruptly stopped his tracks to avoid colliding with her and he was sent rolling down on the ground. He felt the rough surface scratched his knees and arms. The little girl squeaked in surprise and stared at him with big eyes. Her mother saw them and she hurriedly pulled the child away, disappearing from view.

Sasuke groaned. He felt the scratches stung as he got up.

The seniors caught him there and they sniggered darkly when he was cornered.

"Who do you think you are, you little son of a—"

Sasuke's fist hit one of the boy's face openly. And then, the six of them seized him furiously from all sides. He kicked one hard on the gut and punched the pig-faced once again on the nose, who screamed as he stumbled, holding his bleeding nasal. One of the seniors held his arms back and he violently kicked another one who was trying to grab his neck.

He felt a jab against his gut and the biggest senior who was holding him let him go. He saw the four others trying to get up as the two of them landed punches and kicks around his body. Sasuke had never been ganged up by six large guys before, and he knew he was losing. He was outnumbered and they were bigger.

The pounds kept pouring in and he shielded his head with his arms. He was being beaten up and he wished he'd just die than to give them the satisfaction.

"Isn't that very manly. A bunch of big dopes ganging up on a young fellow." A man's voice sounded far behind them.

The beating stopped and the seniors turned around to see three men standing several feet away from them. Sasuke held his throbbing arms away from his face and saw two young guys and an elderly man standing and watching them. One of the young men has a silver, thick, spiky hair and a black mask which concealed almost his whole face, except for a single dark eye, which gazed at them in a dull way. He was wearing a dark green jacket. The guy beside him had short, light brown hair and was wearing a black shirt. Both of them appeared to be six or seven years older than him.

An older man stood behind the two. His bushy, silver hair has a portion of it extended down along his nape like a tail, which swayed behind him with the wind. He was donned in a maroon robe and he was wearing a geta footwear. He looked to be in his late forties. His thick arms folded in front of him.

"This is none of your goddamn business." One of the seniors spat.

They were about to turn back to Sasuke when the two young strangers moved in swift motions and attacked them, sending them falling down the ground one by one. Sasuke heard shouts and cries and he saw them trying to attack the pair. But they were fast, and they landed their strikes straight to the sides of their heads, knocking them down. The older man behind them only watched with a placid face as his two apprentices took down each of the big students.

By the time the last senior collapsed down with a groan, clutching his stomach, Sasuke had sat up and watched the young pair moved back next to the older man. There was something different about them, Sasuke noticed as he gazed at them. They had a different aura from the people he had met before, and they emanated this silent confidence from the way they stood straight and move in finesse.

He appraised their features and knew the three of them weren't from that area. He had never seen them before. And judging by the clothes and fabrics they were wearing, they were perhaps travelers who were just passing through the town.

"You better go home now, kid." The older man said before they turned around to leave the scene. The two young males gave one look at Sasuke before following him. They didn't speak one word.

Sasuke hastily stood up and spat blood on the ground. His lower lip was bleeding and he felt aches everywhere, but he didn't give much thought about it.

"Wait." He called as he stood up on his feet.

The three strangers turned back to him.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"That's not important." The older man answered. They were about to leave again when Sasuke continued.

"It is to me." He said, standing straight despite the pain he was feeling in his limbs.

The older man in red robes halted and stared at him for a few seconds. "The names's Jiraiya, kid." He grunted. "And this is Kakashi and Yamato." He motioned to the two younger fellows next to him. They both nodded at him.

Sasuke looked at the moaning figures of the beaten six large boys around him. "I've never seen anyone fight that way before." He said, turning his gaze back at the three strangers. "Teach me how you did it."

"It's not something we learn to pick fights. It's a way to defend yourself." The fellow with silver hair, Kakashi, spoke in an easy-going voice.

"I want to learn it." Sasuke said.

"You already look tough for your age, kid. I saw you beat those four guys earlier before the rest of them finally got a hold of you." Jiraiya spoke. "Not everyone in your age can do that. A lot of them couldn't even take one down."

"Apparently, that wasn't good enough."

There was drive in his voice and attitude, Jiraiya noticed. He also saw the burning flame behind the teenager's onyx eyes.

"What's your name?" Jiraiya asked.

"Sasuke."

"Hm." Jiraiya seemed to think for a moment. "Sasuke, even if I want to teach you, we won't have enough time. We'll be out of here within the day, you see."

"Where're you going?" Sasuke asked curiously, brushing the trickling blood off his lip with the back of his hand again. The fat senior boy took hold of his ankle weakly and he kicked him off.

"Let's just say our job requires us to go from place to place. Maybe someday we'll settle somewhere, but that's like a shot to the moon. Kinda hard to say and plan." Jiraiya replied.

"Then take me with you." Sasuke stated.

This held Jiraiya a little taken aback. "You want to come with us, kid?"

Sasuke felt something unusual with them. They didn't look threatening at first glance, but they were strong men and he could feel a certain edgy boldness radiating from the way they carried themselves, unlike something he had ever seen in anyone before. They had these free spirits within them, as if they go wherever the wind takes them. And he wanted that feeling. He never had someone to guide him all his life, and he found them to be the most interesting trio he had ever met in his whole bland life in that little town. He wanted to see what they did for a living. And that sudden urge made him willing to trade everything he had at that moment, just to have that freedom.

"You're what—fifteen? Sixteen? We lead a lifestyle not suitable for minors, boy. It's not something I recommend to youngsters, either. And taking a minor without consent is kidnapping, if you haven't heard." Jiraiya muttered, scratching the top of his head.

"That's not necessary. I'm an orphan." Sasuke said in an even voice. "I have no one."

Jiraiya looked at him for a long moment. He saw in his eyes that the boy was telling the truth. He was actually not the first one who had asked to come with them in his years of travel.

"You're not the only one, kid." He grunted, turning his wooden, clogged slippers around as he moved back toward the main streets, leaving the site.

Yamato followed him while Kakashi stood frozen at the spot, watching Sasuke. The breeze ran through the neighborhood, causing the fallen leaves to whisk around.

"We have no one and we came from nothing. Your state is no different from ours." Kakashi spoke behind his mask.

He turned around and started to leave, too. Then stopped after taking a few steps.

He looked sideways at him.

"If you really want to go down this path, you can find us near the riverside at the border before nightfall. But I must warn you, this path is not for the virtuous nor for the morals. Therefore, you have no right to expect anything." He murmured, before walking away and vanishing from sight.

Sasuke stared at the alley even after they had gone, left to be the only one standing there with a bruised face as the others twitched in pain around him.

And that night, when he got home, he left a plentiful of his money savings on the table in Onoki's old office with a short farewell note. He took a couple of clothes, snuck out and didn't look back, leaving the foster house for good.

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By age eighteen, Uchiha Sasuke exudes confidence and street wits that most people won't find in males of his years. He stands, walks, talks and acts securely with what he was. And by this time, he had precisely understood the lives of Kakashi, Yamato, and Jiraiya, whom he followed and created his own path from.

He now settles in the busy Tokyo City and wasn't able to finish school at all. He was underage when he first got the taste of labor, and he was good at keeping himself free of hunger in all those years. He was capable of doing different jobs and was good with adjusting to different environments. But he likes the city the most. He enjoys it as any other young men and he finds himself amused in all the things it could offer.

He had found friends and most of them were like him. He picks up things easily, and it didn't take long for him to understand that Kakashi, Yamato, and Jiraiya works as escorts. They traveled from places to places to carry out escort services for a number of, mostly, women clientele who sought their companies. They were good at keeping them entertained, pleasuring them or just simply giving them their presences to make them feel secured. And Sasuke saw they were gaining a good amount of money from it.

If there was something truly helpful that came out of it, it was that Sasuke saw more of the world beyond and learned to cope with what he was lacking. He learned to strengthen his fighting skills from them and understood what to avoid. Apparently, there were cases when their services would get busted by cops or lovers of women they cater to and they would end up having a mess or brawls somewhere, whether on the streets, parking lots or bedrooms, and they had learned how to defend themselves and how to escape in due course. The three of them all grew up in the streets and this taught them how to survive. They taught Sasuke what they know, one by one, and he soon realized it was taboo. And it wouldn't take long before this environment would engulf him whole as he gets older.

One day he was out to do his shifts in Jiraiya's newly established shop, which he was able to saved and built from his, well, man-whoring days when he was younger. People visiting the establishment likes seeing Sasuke and his attractive appearance there, and wouldn't care if he was too young to be there. After all, the shop wasn't entirely wholesome once you get to know it.

Sasuke was walking casually down the street. His jet black hair had grown and he had them angled like spikes at the back of his head. His features had grown mature and he had gotten taller and toned over the years. It wouldn't take long and he'd be gaining more responsibilities, which the older guys at work would tease boys in his age with.

He was wearing a white blouse, which was actually a part of a school uniform lent by one of his friends since he left his shirt in someone else's room he visited the night before, on top of a pair of jeans and sneakers. He was planning to buy a shirt on his way to work.

He lit a cigarette as he walked down the street, several cars passing him by. He was crossing another road when he heard a woman's cry from afar.

"Take your hands off! I told you, I don't want to see my husband!" A woman with dark red, wavy hair was yelling at four husky men in black suits wearing sunglasses.

Sasuke stopped to look. The woman was wearing a crimson, collared dress which top button was open, revealing a lumpy cleavage. She was trying to move away as two of the men in suits stopped her. They looked like a bunch of bodyguards. There was a black limousine beside them and one of the car door was opened.

"Didn't you hear what I said? I don't want to see my husband! Go back to him and tell him to shove his thousand-dollar dinner on his face!" The woman shouted, slapping her brown hand bag at one of the bodyguards.

"Ma'am, he ordered us to fetch you and we will do as what we were told." One of the men said gruffly, pulling her back to the car.

The men in black suits started to take hold of her feet to carry her inside the car when she still hesitated. She began screaming out loud and wiggling furiously.

"Let go of me!" She cried.

Sasuke approached.

"Don't you think it's rude to force someone to do something against her will?" he spoke from the side.

They stopped and turned to him.

"Mind your own business, smart-ass." One of them barked.

"Help me!" The woman cried as they tried to shove her inside the limousine.

Sasuke flicked his cigarette away and grabbed the muscular arm of one of the men. The bodyguard was provoked and he immediately braced his other arm to knock him. Sasuke dodged it and hit him on the throat, causing him to cough hard.

"You nosy, little prick—" The other released his hold on the woman and lunged at him.

They tumbled on the ground and he clasped his thick fingers around Sasuke's neck. Sasuke kicked him on the gut and pushed him to the side and got up. One of the bodyguards pulled out a stun gun from his coat and aimed at him. Sasuke grabbed his hand and pointed it to his comrade, which shot him on the chest and stunned him, releasing the woman completely and falling to the ground, squirming in pain.

The shooter looked shock for a second and Sasuke threw a punch under his jaw, causing him to stagger backward and colliding his back with the car. He felt pain stung his hand after striking his hard face. All four men were down on the ground, and Sasuke knew they'd be back up easily.

The woman, who just watched him with round eyes, stood a few feet away with her rose red lips left half an inch open.

"You should be running off now, Miss." Sasuke panted.

But she didn't move. She bent down and picked up the stun gun that fell on the ground, exposing her flawless, shapely thighs under her short skirt. She aimed and fired it to the two of the suited men who were getting back up on their feet.

She and Sasuke remained standing there on the street for a moment.

She looked from them to Sasuke with wide brown eyes, looking rather euphoric of what just happened. Everything was done in just a mere minute. The corner of her luscious lips pulled up in a small, thrilled smile. She was an attractive and sexy woman, Sasuke saw. Perhaps in her early thirties. She has a bulging bust line and buttocks that would fit heavily against a man's palms. She was curvy. And she was heaving slightly, as if the whole scene was taking her breath away.

"Arigatou." She said to him in a whole feminine voice. Her golden brown eyes with long lashes stared at him. She looked at him from head to foot, being drawn to him slowly. She felt a tingle down her stomach as she stared at his boyish face. "I've never seen anyone take them down before. My husband's very possessive and he's done some hideous things. I don't want to go with them."

"The stun gun would be of good use for you, then." Sasuke said, placing his hands inside his pockets.

"I can give you a reward if you want."

"No need." Sasuke said. He was about to walk away when she spoke again.

"How old are you?" The woman asked and he stopped.

"Eighteen." He replied.

"You usually rescue damsels in distress?"

"Not at all." He gave a small, modest smile.

She gazed at his handsome face and asked where he was going and what he was doing that day, all the while ignoring the knocked down men around them as if they were a bunch of props. She offered to treat him a meal and he declined yet again.

He stood unlike any eighteen year old she had ever met at all. And there was a look of admiration and lust in her eyes but she kept herself composed. She regarded him with a sense of stimulation and she fidgeted in a pleasing discomfort under his stare.

"Then, come with me." She said in a small, breezy voice and Sasuke couldn't help but look at her plump, red lips as she spoke. "Spend the afternoon with me."

Sasuke knew what she meant. It was an invitation.

It wasn't the first time a female had been straight forward to him, but it was the first time he heard it from a woman over a decade older than him. And he didn't mind. She was aggressive, pretty, and tempting.

With that, she turned around and walked down the street, leaving the black car and the men in suits on the ground. She glided in a seductive way, angling her buttocks left and right every time she strode. She clearly wanted to be followed, and Sasuke did.

He had never been with a woman several years older than him before. And she was gladly willing to let him physically experiment and feel something he wasn't yet too aware was possible in positions he didn't very much thought of. She liked what he made her felt and she moaned loudly all throughout the time. And when Sasuke left, she slid a check inside his previously discarded jeans. Sasuke didn't see it until he came home to take a shower.

The amount was high and he had never been paid for pleasing a woman before, even if his older friends do it for work. He would do it because he didn't mind screwing someone or just because he wanted to. And he haven't gotten such amount like it in his other daily works.

He never knew the woman's name nor did he ever saw her again. He never expected to. It was just a fling and they both had a steamy, thrilling time. He had a feeling she just needed to get pounded hard by somebody strong and hot blooded, and perhaps wasn't her husband.

And that was what sealed his crooked path…

That year, what littlest of innocence was left of Uchiha Sasuke was entirely lost forever.

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