Kelso here. Here's the new story I was talking about in One Month Offer. It's darker compared to One Month Offer. Please Review/give feedback if you want to.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto does.

Dancing On My Heartstrings

Chapter 1- Dreams

Sakura had big dreams for herself. Really big dreams. As a child, she always wanted to be a dancer. Not a stripper, mind you, but actual dancer. Before her parents had money problems, before her parents divorced. Before she was kicked out of her mother's house. They took her out to extravagant places. One was a ballet. Sakura was memorized. Watching the beautiful woman glide about the stage. Wishing and hoping that it would be her one today dazzling the audience. After the inspiring performance, all Sakura wanted to do was to dance. She has been set to be a dancer since the age of twelve.

Her parents signed her up for everything and anything related to dance. Sakura achieved excellence in each dancing classes that she was in. The happy times didn't last though. At sixteen, her parents divorced. Her mother took her father for everything he had. He was a rich man. Her father died a couple months later by suicide. Her mother picked up drugs after her father died. Though they had problems, her father was her mother's first love. No matter what, it is difficult to forget your first loves. Her mother kicked her out. Screaming that she was her father's daughter and never wanted to see her face. Sakura knew it was the drugs talking, but the hurt of her own mother kicking her out to face the elements. Sakura just wasn't ready to face her.

Four years has pasted since Sakura last saw her mother. Her dream was still there, though quite unobtainable. She has been homeless for four year. On the streets, fighting for survival. Sakura was now twenty years old. Finding harder ways to get money without selling her body. The sick perverts that live around her. Other street people always tell Sakura to get a pimp and at least do something to survive. She kindly turns down the offers; wanting to survive without tainting her body. She danced. Sakura had her own street corner to dance on. Her corner was out on the main strip. Her beauty would attract the slime balls looking for a good time. Sakura would kindly turn them down, and point them towards other women that were more than willing. Nobody complained that Sakura would get the best corner. Hell, she attracted business for the pimps. They liked their money, but they always gave Sakura a cut for advertising.

Sakura was getting tired of this life. She was happy, but she wanted better things for herself. Sakura would pray for her dreams to come true. Hopefully sometime soon her dreams would come true in a full crash course. Sakura was a hopeless dreamer, but she was reasonable. She knew that homeless people like her shouldn't hold on to dreams. Sakura was stubborn though. She wouldn't admit defeat.

"Hey Sakura!" yelled Ino. Sakura watched as a young blue eyed blonde hair woman wave at her. Sakura smiled at the woman and waved.

Ino was Sakura's best friend. She had Sakura's back with everything. Sakura had hers; though she may not be proud of the things that Ino does. Sakura loved her anyways. Ino was a stripper and a hooker on the side. Any man that was hot after Sakura; she would send them to Ino. Asuma, Ino's pimp loved her for it.

"What do you want Ino?" asked Sakura. Sakura was getting ready for the nightshift, well getting ready as much as she could.

"Well, if you're giving me that attitude I won't let you borrow Asuma's bathroom or raid my closet," teased Ino. This was another thing that Sakura wasn't proud of Ino for. She was the main squeeze of her pimp, and live-in with hooker. At least though, Sakura didn't have to worry so much about her at night. She had a place to call home. Sakura didn't. If Sakura was lucky, she would find a comfortable park bench. Sakura wasn't lucky at all.

"Okay! I'm sorry. I'll do anything for a shower and a mirror right now!" said Sakura. She knew her pink waist length hair needed a bath bad and a brushing bad. Besides Ino had good taste in clothes, for being a hooker. She could wear something else tonight. It may attract more sleaze bags.

"I accept your apology. If you'll follow me miss, I'll show you the royal bathroom," said Ino. Sakura followed Ino. Ino strutted in her outfit; it was like a second skin. It flattered her. Sakura watched the men staring at Ino. The men watching her hips sway with unheard beat as she climbed up the stairs to Asuma's apartment. Ino was a beautiful woman who made some poor choices. A high school drop-out that eloped with an older man. He dropped her like a hot potato, leaving Ino with nothing. Ino got into the business, and has been working it since.

Sakura gave the death glare to all the men looking at Ino like a piece of ass. Yes, she was a hooker. Yes, she sold her body for money, but she knew her best friend still had feelings. One night ago, Ino confided in Sakura that she was tired of the business. That she wanted out. Sakura would support her through anything.

"Ino, when are you leaving?" asked Sakura. She knew her best friend had more than enough money to get a decent apartment away from the trash of the city. She knew that her best friend could go to school and get education, a career. Then she would never have to step foot on another street corner ever again.

"I don't know Sakura. Leaving the business is harder than it seems," explained Ino. Sakura sighed. She knew that Ino would find a reason not to leave. She always did.

"Did you tell me you want better for yourself? The first step is to leave this life Ino," said Sakura.

"I know Sakura. Can you drop in front of Asuma, he won't be too happy about me leaving," said Ino.

"Fine," agreed Sakura. She wasn't happy with Ino, but she couldn't get mad at her. Not with the little friends that you could have on the streets.

"ASUMA! We're here!" shouted Ino. She threw her coat on the couch, and flicked her shoes of in the doorway. Sakura always wanted to do that once she got a place to call her own.

"WHO'S WE?" shouted Asuma. Sounds like he was in the bedroom. Ino stalked towards the bedroom, and Sakura followed. If Sakura thinks what is happening in that bedroom, then it probably is.

Ino crashed open the door excepting the worst. All she saw was her man watching porn. How original. For a pimp, Asuma was quite faithful to Ino. That impressed Sakura.

"It's your all time favorite women Asuma. Me, of course. And Sakura," said Ino. "She's just here to mooch a shower and a brush off us is that okay Asuma honey?" asked Ino.

"If it was anyone other than my blossom I would kick them to the curb. My dear Sakura how the hell are you? Come over here and give me a hug," said Asuma.

"I'm fine Asuma. I think I'll pass on the hug," laughed Sakura. "Like Ino said, I'm here to steal hot water and a comb."

"In all seriousness Sakura. If you want to get into the business; you would make a killing. Hell our profits would increase ten-fold," said Asuma. He was a business man in the heart. He would have done great things if he was in a better business.

"Thanks for the offer Asuma, but you know me. Bullheaded," said Sakura.

"Yeah yeah yeah," waved Asuma. "Go take your shower."

Sakura smiled. Asuma didn't do bullshit. Straight to the point. Sakura left the bedroom and walked into the bathroom. She left Ino and Asuma alone. By the looks of it, they needed alone time.

She started undressing. Sakura unzipped her simple deep purple skirt, and pulled her lacey white top over her head. Then she pulled off the rest of her clothes and jumped into the hot water. It clicked and clacked trying to get to the temperature that Sakura wanted. Sakura rinsed her slimy sweaty skin. Taking a shower made Sakura's week; it was the best thing that she's had for awhile.

Sakura was loving it until she heard sounds. Moaning sounds. She would not listen to her best friend bang Asuma. He was twenty years older than them. Sorry to say but Sakura did not see Asuma as a sex object. Sakura was presumed to be use to it from the streets but she wasn't. Sakura banged off the water and step out of the shower. She grabbed a green towel and dried. She brushed her hair and loved every minute of it. Once she brushed her hair, she streaked to Ino's room.

Ino's room wasn't technically her room. It was her closet. Clothes were thrown everywhere. Sakura sighed. It was a good thing that Ino was pretty because Ino doesn't clean and doesn't cook. Sakura started to shift stuff, shoes, shirt but mostly shoes out of her way. Then Sakura found something worthwhile, and that didn't make her look like a stripper.

It was a dress. A dress that would be used for dancing. Sakura fell in love right away. It was white and light blue. Something that Ino would wear to a wedding, not on the street corner. Sakura slipped it on. It was beautiful on. It fluttered and flowed in all the right places. It reminded her of flying free. Out of this place.

Then Sakura dug through the clothes trying to find a pair shoes that matched and then she found a pair of ballet shoes; the next best thing. Sakura smiled. Sakura guessed Asuma like cosplay. She shuttered. She didn't want to think about what was happening in the bedroom. She put that thought out of her mind, and put the ballet shoes on. Sakura stretched, getting comfortable with a very old friend. She put on a reasonable pair of shoes on and packed the ballet shoes. She wanted to wear them on her corner tonight. Sakura just had a good feeling about it.

"Hey Ino! I'm heading out. See you later," yelled Sakura. She thought she heard a mumble. She took it as a goodbye.

Sakura hopped down the stairs and made her way to her corner. The dress attracted all kinds of attention and cat calls. Sakura ignored them. She wasn't that kind of woman. Once Sakura got to her corner, she changed into the ballet shoes. Sakura wasn't a stripper, but the street pole was a prop.

She set up her tip jar. A simple old hat. It worked wonders. Then Sakura began to dance. She swayed her hips, threw her head back, dancing with the sounds of heart. Dancing was her passion, her link to her dreams. She needed a way to reach her dreams.

Sasuke was driving down the shit area of town. He needed attention and quick. He was frustrated with the stupid woman that he works with. He saw a woman dancing. She was exotic, pink floating hair. She knew how to use everything and anything as a dance. He wanted her, and he knew a way to get her. Sasuke slammed on his brakes and did a U-turn. He cracked his tinted window down a bit. He stopped in front of her and asked,

"Hey. How much are you?"

Sakura was dumbfounded. He was asking her; her price. For her body. This wasn't the first time. Sakura sighed and said,

"I'm not looking for a friend tonight, but the blonde down there would be more than happy to help you," replied Sakura.

Sasuke looked at the blonde that the woman pointed to. She was pretty, but he wanted her. There was heat and passion in this woman. He wanted to corrupt her.

"I don't want the blonde, I want you," snapped the man. Sakura was getting pissed. He was scaring away her audience.

"Look, I'm not a hooker. I'm a dancer. If you want sex, go down the street and you'll be swarmed with woman," snapped Sakura. The man that Sakura was talking to was a drop dead gorgeous man. Dark eyes and match hair with blacker highlights if that was naturally possible. His skin was like fine porcelain. There should be no reason for this man to be looking for hookers for company.

"A dancer huh? Role playing. I could get into that," chinned Sasuke. He could tease her. She seemed so flustered with talking to him.

"No asshole. I want to be a dancer and not a stripper if you say anything. I want to be a ballet dancer," said Sakura.

"Well. A ballet dancer? You know. I have an idea you might just be interested in," said Sasuke.

"What is it?" asked Sakura.

"I pay for your dance school, and the trade off is you're my personal slave," said the man.

Sakura was shocked. Is this guy stupid?

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