Ello, ello old chaps! I had this idea for a story... came after wandering through a back alley. Anyways... yeah. Can't think of much to say. Some of these authors have a little character sketch going on up here, but I cant think of one. So... queue the disclaimers!

I don't own Naruto

Story contains: SasuNaru, Prostitution, AU, me screwing around with all the characters, their families and backgrounds (feel free to yell at me for it!), OOC, all that jazz

Oh yeah, and review please... reviews are always nice

I stood in the shadows of the alleyway, watching a tanned, sexy blond man coddle up to some fat old pig in his car. Fatass obviously liked his men effimate, because Naruto was doing his girly pose, standing one his right leg while twirling the left ankle in the air. I watched as he touched the pig's fat, hairy arm and his laugh peirced the air, a high, false giggle I knew was made to seduce and nothing more. Then I watched as, still smiling, Naruto waggled a finger, and backed away, swinging his hips so sexily, as fatass sped away in his expensive black porche, down to another part of Whoretown where the men could be argued to a lower price. I took another drag on my cigarette and casually ambled over to him. He didn't notice me.

"I paid more for these pants than he'd pay for my entire body." Naruto mumbled to himself, kicking an old can out of his way.

"I don't see how you do it," I spoke up, and he whirled around alarmed. Then he saw it was only me and his face relaxed. "You're so nice to them, no matter what they do or call you."

Naruto grinned sheepishly. "Nice? I'm not being nice, I'm being buisness-like. My job is to make them feel sexy and like they're doing me a favor, instead of the other way around. The day all these asswipes in their fancy suits realize that I'm only in it for their money is the day I stop working the streets." He grimaced. "And do you have to fucking smoke that around me? You kow I hate those things."

I said nothing and took in another drag. The day he stopped working the streets, the day I wouldn't be scared for his life, the day he woldn't be in danger of catching diseases, getting raped, getting beaten by fucks who didn't like that he had sex with men for money, that was the day I'd be happiest.

Because it would also be the day he became mine.

I forced a grin. "And I'm definately sure that Senor Lardass won't be figuring it out anytime soon."

Naruto chuckled. "General, Sasuke, he's a real, live soldier!" his grin got wider. "Of course, he just stays in the back room and files all the paperwork, but you should still show a little respect to our - our heroic veterans!"

I laughed a little, despite myself. "Fine, then, I'm sure that Sir Mister General Lardass won't be abandoning your buisness for a while."

Just then, as if on queue, the shiny black car sped back up the alley. I backed away into the shadows, and sure enough, General FatMan called Naruto to the car, and opened the backseat door so he could climb in. Naruto flashed me a hidden grin before the door shut and the two sped away into the night.

I prayed to a god who didn't exist that he would be alright for this night, and all the others he faced out here, before I turned back and headed my underage ass to the nearby club.

-

I remmember when I first met Naruto, way back in grade five. I had always noticed the loudmouth blond, but who didn't? He was impossible to ignore. But we were never really friends. Anyways, that one day, February 21, I got a call down to the office. The announcement was greeted with the usual "Oooooh!" and "What did you do now, Uchiha?" that everyone recieved from my classmates. I noticed that Naruto's voice wasn't among the ruckus, but then I remembered he had been sent to the office. I don't know what exactly, but it really isn't important. All I know is I passed him on my way in, he was sitting in the foyer, getting chewed out by Bitch Secretary. Then she noticed me and she immediately shut up and her face softened. I'd imagine that on anyone else it would have looked sad, but on her it just looked like a dying cow. She then abandoned her lecture to Naruto, and led me into the principal's office where two officers and a fat redhead woman (who I later found out was a social worker) were talking. Then they saw me and went silent.

What is going on? Was the only thought running through my head. I didn't have to wait long though, as the principal sat me down in his cushy chair and proceded to tell me the news. I don't remember exactly what he said, I never forgot the message.

My family was dead.

My older brother, Itachi, had killed them, and them himself.

It was later that I learned the exact details and motive of the murders, but at that moment, I went numb. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything except what they made me do. I was a puppet on strings in their hands as they guided me out into the foyer where Naruto was still sitting, sat me down on a bench, and left me alone as all four of them wen't back into the office to discuss what to do with me.

All alone, that is, except for Naruto.

I just sat limply on the hard, cold bench, still in dancing-puppet mode. I'm sure that grief was written plain as day all over my face, because Naruto inched closer to me. I didn't even notice he was there for about five minutes, when I finally turned my head to face him.

"Well, what do you want?" my voice was flat, monotone with shock and horror. I wanted someone to tell me what now, to pay some attention to me, to do something with me, but there was no way I could express it. My mind was blank, and all I could do was repeat the framilliar pattern I knew so well, or I might just shatter with emotion. And Naruto saw that.

So he hugged me.

At first I was stiff, rigid and cold, not wanting any touch or contact. But I couldn't hold my puppet act long. I broke almost instantly, and I cried. I sobbed long, and hard against his shoulder. I cried and cried until I had no more tears left to shed and my eyes burned red and raw, and even then I clung to him like he might leave me too, this almost-stranger that suddenly felt like family to me.

Naruto stayed like that with me for almost an hour before the cops and Miss Social Worker finally returned to take me down to the station and figure out what to do with me. As the nice lady cop was leading me out, I could hear Bitch Secretary's nasaly voice. She had started in on Naruto again.

-

So thats our kiddie story, well, part of it anyways. The other part consists of our shitty childhoods. Naruto's parents are dead, he never knew them. He'd been shuffled from foster home to foster home before he moved into my house when he was fourteen, and then when he was sixteen moved into his own apartment. My childhood... typical sob story you'd see on Oprah. My dad was an abusive asshole who beat the shit out of our entire family. Mom was a sweetheart, but she was so obediant to dad. I'm sure if she had lived through the murders, she would have hated us for surviving, even if it had gotten her out of his hell. That was why Itachi killed them both. He left me a note saying that he loved me and did it so I could escape, and he shouldn't have killed himself but dad had raped him and he couldn't live with the shame.

I know I sound horrible for talking about it so lightly, but if I stop to think about it, I'll probably slip back into that horrible nightmare the shrink calls depression again. Yes, again. Sure I was left our vast fortune and houses and cars, but I'd gladly throw it all away for a chance to see my family again. Well, at least Mom and Itachi. Some days I really hate him for what he did, but in another I feel a sick sense of gratitude towards him, because I know how horrible my life would have gotten.

Thats why I'm so grateful for Naruto. We've gone to hell and back together, and I know no matter what happens, he's there to take care of me. I know how corny it sounds, and I'm starting to disgust myself too.

But theres one thing Naruto doesn't know. And theres not a chance in hell I'm going to tell him.

I love him. Yes, I, seventeen year old Uchiha Sasuke, sole surviving member of a massacre, heir to the Uchiha fortune, and, if I do say so myself, fangirl magnet, am in love with a blond male hooker. How do these things happen? I really don't know. Naruto thinks I'm bisexual, because thats what I told him, but in reality I'm as much of a raging homo as he is.

Don't think we haven't tried hooking up before, we have once when we were fourteen and Naruto moved in with me. But thats about when he started whoring himself out to make ends meet. I tried to stop him, offered to pay for everything, as I could certainly afford it, but his pride would never allow it. Anyways, he eventually dumped me after, what, two weeks? Or something like that, because he didn't want to put me at risk. The rare hooker in a relationship is always putting their partener at risk. Not just for diseases, but for long nights, sitting up and waiting, wondering if their lover was actually enjoying the sex with their trick, which is kind of a killer for any romance. So, my (I wish!) blond boke it off before things got serious.

But honestly, I wish he hadn't. It would have been worth it, waiting up for him just to see him come home. And he's extremely careful with protecting himself. I know he would never do anything stupid that would put himself or anyone else at risk when he's on the job.

Fucking manwhores. They're a little too good at making you want them.

Soooooo... yah. Thats the first chapter. More to follow.

R&R, thankies!