Dirty Secrets

Chapter 1

◇Hashirama's pov◇

Moving to New York City was by-far the biggest mistake I had ever made.

But I would come to not regret it.

I was young, twenty-five and fresh out of college. Ready to taste the big world. For some strange reason, I thought that moving to the big city would bring lots of potential and opportunities. Well, in some ways it did, but in other ways it definitely didn't. Trying to juggle paying rent and job applications was a lot more difficult and stressful than I had thought it would be. And on top of that, my parents called constantly, begging me to come home. At one point, I almost listened to them, but then I remembered why they wanted me back.

They only wanted me there to use me.

Ever since I was a child, I had been nothing but a burden to them. Always had they preferred my older sister. Miku was their pride and joy. And while I loved my sister, she despised me. Miku went along with the goadings of our parents, hating me with a passion. Things had only grown worse as I had gotten older, and I ended up being kicked out at eighteen, with no job and no future, while my sister was still mooching off my parents at twenty-six.

But I'd made it through college, mainly with the help of my boyfriend at the time. Unfortunately, Tobirama was forced to break out of our relationship by his parents, having to marry some wealthy girl of the same class as himself. Thus leaving me alone, brokenhearted and alone. After that, I couldn't bear to stay in that town. I was ready to leave.

It had been so long since I'd seen Tobirama, and time had begun to heal the wounds. Now I was looking around my studio apartment in New York City, desperately trying to find a job, and pay the bills. I was currently working as a waiter in a restaurant, payed bearly enough to pay rent and buy food. Even though my state was kind of pathetic, I knew in my heart that Tobirama would have been proud of me.

I missed him. I missed him so much. But I knew that Tobirama would want me to move on, and there was nothing else I could do. But deep down, I knew there would never be anyone else.

Collapsing on the couch, I sighed, exhausted from my long day of waiting tables. But it had been worth it. I had almost cried when I saw the amount of tips I'd gotten, finally having a month where I wouldn't be struggling as much. Putting my feet up, I munched on some instant ramen, ready to go to sleep. I didn't work Saturdays, but I had three job interviews to go to, none of which I though I would get, but it wouldn't hurt to try.

Finishing my ramen, I prepared for the next day before going to bed, knowing that I had a big day tomorrow and that I needed some sleep. Only to lay in bed awake, till the wee hours of the morning, unable to sleep.

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The next morning I woke up and rolled out of bed, hopping in the shower. I was exhausted from all the little sleep I had gotten, but it was nothing coffee couldn't fix. After I towled off, I put on a light blue dress shirt and some gray slacks, before combing out my long brown hair. I grabbed my hairdryer, blow drying my hair, combing it out as I went. Pinning part of my hair back, I poured myself a cup of coffee, pins sticking out of my mouth, as i tried to shove them I my hair. After my hair had been taken care of, I gulped down my coffee, before grabbing my briefcase and hurrying out the door.

I caught the bus to the corporate section of New York, tall skyscrapers standing against a gray sky. Sighing, I ran my fingers through my hair, looking up at the clouds with worry. I hope it doesn't rain...If it rained, I was going to be pretty pissed at my luck.

When I reached the first office, I took the elevator to the third floor, and ran all the way to the interviewing, very late. I finally arrived, panting hard, my hair all in my face, only to find that the position had already been filled. Muttering curses under my breath, I took the bus to my next interview, arriving early because the last one hadn't happened. Unfortunately for me, when I arrived at the building, the elevator was out of order, so I had to climb the stairs all the way to the eighteenth floor, arriving very winded. Cursing myself yet again for not brining my inhaler.