The Craziest Drug Ch.11

A/N- ...bad things happen to good people and all of that jazz. Stone me. Anyway just a small chapter, I had to delete some bad things...anyway I'm so glad it's over! on to the next one!

Two souls lay side by side on a rainy day.

One soul shattered, the other awake for the first time.

Two faces stained with blood and tears.

One face vacant, the other awake for the first time.

Two hearts beating at the same rate.

One heart broken, the other healing.

Two children lost in a violent storm.

One child dying and the other ready to give his soul.

Two hands reaching to touch but only one hand moves.

One soul vanishes, the other left and broken to pieces.

She felt sick, she always felt sick before it happened but she tried to swallow it down, to ignore it because being sick wouldn't stop her from doing what was necessary.

She watched the exchange happening between her Masuta and the silver haired customer. He was clearly as prosperous as Konan predicted he would be, with his dazzling collard shirt and his dazzling vixen who hang off his arm like an accessory with her blood red glossy lips and black painted talons. The man leaned in forward to whisper something in Sasori's ear, his lips moved nice and slow but Sakura still couldn't make out a word he said.

They had been driving for hours it seemed, trying to find his exact location since none of them had ever been to central Konogakure. Sasori and his bodyguard Kakuzu had been fussing the whole way there, as they dropped off girls and awaited their return. One by one everyone had done their day's work. Even Deidara had finished his day off swiftly, smoothly slipping back into the van when he was finished. He had been still fixing up his disheveled appearance. Sakura watched his face closely from the backseat, he sure didn't seem as proud today as he had usually been about things regarding their 'job' but when he caught her staring he winked and put on the show he put on for everyone but he couldn't fool her, she knew that the richest customers were always the hardest to please. The weirdest fantasies lurked in their heads and they would have nothing less.

Her customers dwell in a pool house just on the outskirts of a wealthy estate. Everything was so tidy and neat and precious that she didn't even feel like she should be staring at it so closely. Shiny glass objects and a bookshelf crammed with plenty of books of all sizes, the smell of ink was potent.

They have such nice things...I could only ever dream of having a gown like that woman's and that huge bed...I bet a party could fit in there, a family of a thousand...I wish we all had a bed like that, maybe then we could just sleep with one another...I'd feel much safer if Masuta stayed here with me.

She looked up at the red haired man, he was grinning at something the man had said, something profitable.

That's all he ever smiles about lately...I can't make him happy anymore, not like I used to...I can't make anyone happy.

She scratched at the stiff wig Konan had insisted she wear for the sake of not getting into trouble. When Konan walked into the room to find Sakura in a pile of her long hair the women nearly had an aneurysm, Sakura almost thought she would foam out the mouth but instead...very wordlessly she came forward and slapped the girl.

She slapped her so fiercely that her jaw clicked when she opened her mouth too wide, her ears were still ringing and her face was sore. Konan screamed at her and told her how much of a fool she was for doing that, she told Sakura that her hair was the only thing she had going for her and without it, it would probably be a pain to bring in as many customers as she had before.

Sakura had never seen her onba that way before and she kept shaking while helping prepare her for the meeting until eventually she just walked out of the room. She didn't come back and Sakura had to prep herself. She combed out the pink wig and stared at her short cut in the mirror. She ignored the big red welt mark that the rings had left on her face, it had always been easy to ignore her face altogether because her face had seen and done so many things that it was easy to just pretend that it wasn't her's at all.

Deidara was right...it's easier to wear a mask...give everyone what they want...

"Sakura, you do as these people say...they're making me rich ergo making you fortunate."

Her masuta said in his patiently deep voice, he laughed a bit and so did the man and woman. she looked over to see him but he had already approached her. It had been the closest she had been to him in days. He towered over her and his exotic cinnamon eyes widened as he reached out his hand to touch the wig. He examined it and rubbed it with his middle and thumb finger. His lips grimaced and he realized that it wasn't her hair at all.

His nostrils seemed to flare with anger but he only took a breath.

"What a foolish thing to do, Sakura, I believed you were smarter than that...hm...I'll deal with you when we get home but for now you will give these people everything they've paid for and more."

He explained with agitation, in that way that made her skin crawl and her stomach drop. She could feel her eyes itch with tears and she wished she hadn't done it. The way he looked when he was displeased made her feel like a failure, she felt like at any moment he could kick her to the curb and she would never see her family again and he would never love her like he did before.

How can I fix this...

The girl swallowed down her own self pity and nodded, turning her face away from him.

"Masuta...I would do anything for you, I love you always, don't you love me?" she asked him in a low voice awaiting an answer, she smirked with her battered face and he gave her this look of disapproval and rejection.

"Focus on your work and not on me, we have all the time to profess our love later but right now, I want you to be a good girl to these people, love them...as if you were loving me." he explained in a much kinder tone that made Sakura feel slightly like less of a failure.

"Ok."

He raked his fingers through his crimson short hair and leaned down to peck her on the cheek.

"That's my girl..." he whispered running his knuckles down the side of her face, irritating the scar from that morning.

A moment later he and the body guard had vanished and Sakura was alone with the silver haired man and his women.

They both stared at her as if she were something glorious or a breathing buffet.

The man tilted his head and said something to the women whom smiled in return and then began, to Sakura's surprise, to peel off her garment right there. Sakura gulped, she hadn't been expecting both of them...only the man but clearly she had misread the situation entirely.

The richer the freakier...

"This is my wife, Nana, she's conflicted about her gender preferences and she's been wanting to have an experience for awhile now...but we could never find the perfect girl...it's good that we waited because I'm sure you will both make this all so interesting today, this is every man's dream."

"Hello." Nana purred like a content little kitty, she had a drawl about her that interested Sakura. She peeled the clingy gown, that could easily be her second skin, down her heated busty breast. Her full figure was a bit intimidating to Sakura, who lacked in most the things she had too much of. She was so skinny but her breast were so...apparent. She must have had them enhanced. She stepped out of her dress that had now been on the ground and then kicked it away nearly stumbling on her stilted leathery heels. She was now only standing in a thong. Her husband was at her side staring at Sakura with a look she had seen most of her life.

"You can take your clothes off yourself...or Nana and I can help." he explained as his wife began to kiss at his jaw, her breast pressing against his chest. His eyes rolled a bit and he grabbed a hand full of her backside.

'Love them as if you were loving me'