Chapter 1: The Good, The Bad

A/N: Hi guys! This is only my second fanfic story and I'm really excited about writing it. I've had this idea in my head for months now and I've decided to make it happen. The concept of this story derived from the manga Hare Kon by NON and it's one of my favorite. The plot, however, will be written of my own accord with a twist of my own ideas. Much like my other story I like the Thrill, my OC will be a black woman because I myself am black and I can only write from that perspective.

Warning: Story will be very graphic and have elements of sexual content and language.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or its characters. However, I do own any original characters within this story.

The shrill, persistently irksome sound of her phone's alarm could never fail to pull her wondering subconscious out of a particularly good dream. Reminding her of the inevitably of waking up from her slumber to start a new day whether she wanted to or not. Strangely though, she could not remember even setting setting her alarm in the first place.

The woman lulled her head to the side, barely unable to see past her bundles of curls messily layed out over the pillow. It appeared that her scarf had come off in the middle of the night again. There would be no doubt in her mind that her hair was a great big tangled mess as a result. So much for trying to be careful. Stretching into full wakefulness, Jaina inhaled and exhaled the same groggy breath in one go.

The sunlight from the open blinds were nearly blinding her, as she hit the stop button on her phone to cease the ongoing noise. It was barely 8 in the morning and she already wanted to get back into bed for a full night's sleep. Smelling breakfast being made down stairs provided enough motivation for her to leave the pillowy warmth of her bed to get the day started. Lazing about in bed was not an option no matter how she wished it was.

She rose up to sit on the edge of her bed in a familiar fashion, she would stare into nothing for a few moments before heading into the bathroom for a shower. The plush carpet felt good against her feet, she couldn't stand cold floors. She was used to smelling aroma of food cooking downstairs, she was used to doing the same exact routine every morning, and she was used to feeling the very same emotions. It all was a process she'd become very accustomed to over the past three years living in Japan with a host family.

The move away from the states was rough, the adjustment period of being away from home even more so. There were friends and family she hadn't seen for a long time but her intimate connection with her host family provided a fulfilling substitute that didn't leave her feeling depressed. They were an open-minded family who accepted her with hesitation. Having lived with them for so long, it was like they'd adopted her. The woman didn't have the best upbringing, and though she still maintained some contact with her people, it was minimal at most.

Oh well.

She really didn't feel like reminiscing on her horrible past. Besides, she'd virtually made a new life for herself her in Japan, with a another family at that. And she was content. Focusing on the now was all she really could do at this point in time.

Freshly showered, Jaina stared at her reflection in her bedroom mirror, as she adjusted her hair into two space buns. It was the beginning of June so of course it was going to be unbearably hot outside, even if it was only morning. She taken the liberty of dressing in a colorful tube top, denim shorts, a remarkably thin cardigan with a pair of sandals to match. Usually, she wouldn't even consider wearing a cardigan during this type of weather but if she went downstairs without it on, her mother would never let her hear the end of it. She could do without the nagging for one day.

She didn't feel like hearing her mother tell that dressing inappropriately and showing too much skin would bring her unwanted attention. Inwardly she scoffed.

Like her having brown skin in Japan didn't already bring her enough attention as it was.

The small figure wearing a school uniform that was currently standing in her doorway brought a smile to her face instantly.

"Morning Jaina."

"Morning Asami. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit to my room this morning?" she asked sarcastically.

A gloating smile appeared on her sister's face. "You forgot to set your alarm again, so I took the liberty of doing it for you."

"And how exactly did you know I didn't set my alarm in the first place."

"Oh please. I've been living with you for three years now. I can count on my hand the actual times you set your alarm. So you can just say I had a gut feeling."

"Uh huh." Jaina said.

"I was being a good sister. It's one of my many good qualities." Asami responded, pushing the glasses further up her face, smiling like a cheshire cat.

"Are you?"

"Aren't I always?"

Jaina did one last appraisal over her appearance, then turned and walked out the door with the younger girl right on her heels. "Get off the gas Asami. What do you want this time?"

"Nothing. I just want you to thank me." she shrugged.

Jaina gave her a look as they walked down the stairs.

"Or...I was thinking that maybe you could thank me by getting me that new console I wanted."

"Absolutely not. You only want me to get it so you can go over to Midori's house and play that violent zombie game that just got released. I'm not stupid. Mom and dad would kill me if they find out. They'll know I bought it for you."

"See that's the thing! They won't find out - not unless you tell them. And I know you wouldn't do that."

"What if her mother walks in? I know she's not allowed to play it either."

"We'll have the door locked."

"Nope. Not risking it."

"Jaina please?"

"No. Did you forget how tight we are on money right now? You know every cent we have is going towards dad's treatment. Nothing else. We just can't afford it."

Asami's face immediately fell. "Yeah I know but… I just thought."

Jaina sighed. "Look things are hard for us right now. But it'll get better. We just have to have faith that he'll get better. Until then, we just have to be patient."

Asami looked into her eyes for a moment before nodding in understanding. "Okay."

Jaina placed a hand on her shoulder. "Look. I'll see if I can save up some change to make something happen. There's no telling how long it's going to take but I'll see what I can do. In the meantime, you just better keep up those grades and don't get caught. Deal?"

An excited smile touched the younger's face at her words. "Deal."

"Alright then. Now come on, mom's waiting for us."

The pair made their way into the kitchen, sitting in chairs as the older woman wearing a maroon apron carefully sat dishes into the table.

"Good morning Jaina, Asami."

"Morning mom." The two replied in unison, the mood cheerful and pleasant. The family definitely needed it at a time like wasn't any room for any sadness. Not while nagging worry threaten to overtaken them everyday. Kumiko Kaneshiro was a naturally strong willed woman but their mother had been prone to emotional swings here and there. The two siblings had made sure to keep on a happy disposition around her, if only to keep her from being distressed about their sick father.

It was the least they could do.

Only when Kumiko took her own seat at the table, did they all begin to eat quietly. That is until Asami finally gave into her talkative nature and commenced to chit-chatting.

While Asami set off for school, her and Kumiko communed to Okinawa Chubu Central Hospital to see their father by train.

Jania stared out the window, as she observed the passing buildings and cars whizzed by like small streaks registering in her field of vision. Her mother was seated next to her, lap occupied by at least three homemade dishes wrapped in a bag. The sight wasn't unusual. She often brought food from home to give to her husband since he utterly hated the hospital food they served him.

After she paid him a short visit, she had to go open and work in the shop for the next seven hours since they closed early Friday evenings. It was something they'd starting doing when he first got sick. He couldn't run the shop like he used to so naturally Jaina had to take a break from her studies and step in. Sometimes even Asami helped. As a family they were still struggling to make ends meet as it was. She thought about getting a second job, there was no way she'd let her mother go to work in this economy.

The family was slowly being drained of money and there were really weren't that many customers since her father's illness. Honestly, she had no idea what the future had in store for them regarding monetary issues. The only thing she could was pray about it and hold out hope for a miracle.

Glancing around the train, the young woman noticed more than a few eyes staring back at her. Sometimes in quiet curiosity and sometimes in complete and utter disdain. It was a normality that she regularly experienced every public place she went and it was something she had to teach herself not to be affected by. It would be the first or it wouldn't be the last time it happened.

The train stopped abruptly, signifying they'd reached their destination. The pair then mindfully made their way through the aisle and off the train.

While her mother was busy making friendly conversation with some woman, Jaina watched as a woman with baby stroller greeted a man with a kiss after he got off the train. Clearly he was her husband and the baby was their child. Oddly enough another woman carrying a second baby in a sling walked over to give that same man a kiss.

Jania froze in disbelief at what she was seeing. Did he just kiss another woman in front of his wife? If men don't have anything, they had the audacity. And to top it off, she could have sworn she heard the other woman call him 'husband'.

If he was her husband, then who was the other woman with the baby in the stroller?

Just what was she seeing right now. Jania silently contemplated as she watched the three walk away happily.

"Is something the matter?" Kumiko asked, seeing the younger's confused expression.

"Nothing. I just saw the...strangest thing."

Kumiko followed her gaze to the disappearing family heading out of the train stop. "Polygamous marriages have been legal here for quite some time. A law was passed. You ought to pay more attention to the news sometime."

"Polygamous marriages are legal here? That's really...bizarre. Why would anyone want to share their spouse with another person?" Jaina questioned

"You should know that love knows no bounds. No matter the person, no matter the circumstance. For some, it is easy to comprehend...for others, it is not." Kumiko explained in that soft tone of voice as she walked away.

Jaina gave the couple another glance before following behind the older woman.

God she hated hospitals.

That overwhelming sterile, antiseptic like air filled the entire place heavily, something Jaina had always often associated with death. The whole environment felt impersonal, cold, and very amorphous. To her hospitals were intended for people who had near-death trauma or needed intense critical care. They were not however, aimed to be places were people go to 'live better' or "not die'. And to top it off, a person's care could really only be determined by how many money their treatment could pay for. In other words, if you were broke, you'd likely die.

"Hey dad. How are are you feeling? Jaina asked the man currently resting in the hospital bed.

"Tired. Cold. Hungry. All the things I hate in one. Although my beautiful wife and daughter brought me home cooked meals so I guess that makes everything alright." Touma Kaneshiro replied, tone light and full of mirth. As usual he kept up his high spirits. To see him without a smile was essentially unheard of. His kind hearted nature often drew people to him, like a moth to a flame.

Kumiko offered a warm smile to her husband. "It's tempura. Your favorite. I made it just the way you like."

"There'll never be a day where I won't enjoy your cooking." He said.

"I've lately I've been thinking of trying out some new recipes. I know you all must get tired of the same meals over and over."

"Not me. I think they're pretty good." Jaina replied.

"I must learn new recipes, there will come a time where I will have to teach you and Asami how to cook for your families."

The statement made Jaina's cheeks color. Her cooking for a family? A family of her very own. It was awfully unusual to think that within the next five or ten years she could very well have children and a husband to care for. Whew chile. The responsibilities.

"I presume Asami went to school?"

"Of course dear." Kumiko answered, handing him a prepared bento box. Jaina stood watching as the two exchanged and fell deep into conversation. Their eyes shining with affection for one another. They loved spending time with each other; this time they had spent separated was definite weighing heavy on their hearts.

Unsurprisingly, they did not talk about anything regarding the shop or his treatment. She knew there would be not talk of any problems around her. They usually waited until she left to discuss such matters. Later on, her mother would explain it all to her. They were not doing it out of any underhandedness but they simply didn't want her to worry. She understood that so she didn't really have problem with it.

This continued for about thirty minutes before she announced she was leaving to work. She waved them goodbye and rushed out of the hospital. If she hurried she could catch another train back to the eastern part of town.

"Thank you! Come again." she said in a courteous manner as another patron left the store.

It was nearing one thirty in the afternoon, she was a bit surprised at the number of people coming in today. She had counted about forty-ish people since this morning and it definitely made her happy. This was the first time in a long time they had that many customers.

Leaning on her hand, she watched as people passed by through the large storefront window. The wall clock was just ticking away with every second. Only about three more hours then it was closing time. Procuring a damp rag, the woman began diligently wiping the counter of any unwanted residue. Out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed a small black wallet near the register. That person who left must've accidentally forgot it.

Grabbing it, she quickly ran out of the store in the direction she saw them heading towards. Luckily she spotted them before they could get to far and returned it.

"Oh thank you young lady." said the old man, giving her a relieved smile. "It would have been quite troublesome for an old man my age to lose something so important."

" Oh you're welcome." she nodded. "It was the least I could do. Have a nice day."

Jaina waved the man goodbye and began sprinting back to the shop. Dad would have a heart attack if he found out she left the register unattended. Rounding the corner, she almost collided with another body. Luckily she managed to catch herself in time, instantly belting out an apology.

"Oh… I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to….

Suddenly, her breath caught in her throat as she recognized this familiar face.

This woman. She'd seen her before. Many times before. Sometimes the woman would order and come pick up a large pan of pastries. Always smiling sweetly at Jaina before leaving.

The woman had cropped pink hair with fair skin and jade eyes, wearing a modest, pretty dress. She was by all accounts extremely beautiful. And that hair. She didn't think she'd ever seen anyone with dyed hair that color in the country before.

"You. You're that woman from that shop down the street aren't you?" She asked.

"Sakura." A deep, suave voice husked into the open air. The voice was clearly addressing the pink-haired woman.

Jaina's eyes averted to a tall dark-haired man with striking onyx eyes approaching the two with a calm, sophisticated gait.

Her heart felt like it had plummeted into down to her feet, nearly making her clutch at the fabric of her cardigan. When he finally came up to stand next to the other woman, Jaina could tell that he easily stood about 6 feet tall, easily towering over both women. His form dressed in nice masculine clothes that were weather appropriate. He kinda looked like could've been appeared in Twilight as a vampire and would've fit right in. Although she absolutely hated the cringe-worthy series. That was the type of vibe he gave off.

His handsome, oval shaped face was visible behind silky dark bangs on either side of his face, elegant nose and prominent lips that turned up in a smirk when she continued staring at them. Jaina didn't even realize that she was neck deep into a reverie as they lips began moving and she didn't hear a single word coming out of them. Technically, she could still hear, the sounds just sounded like they were coming from underwater.

Blinking impulsively, her focus was quick to realign itself and ground her subconscious back into reality. She did not wanna make a fool of herself in front of these two people.

"Pardon?"

The man chuckled at her still spaced out expression. "I said, we were just on our way to your shop before we ran into you."

"Oh. Well I'm on my way back there now. I just had to return something. You can follow me if you'd like."

"Certainly."

Jaina quietly led that pair back to the store with a prudence she didn't know she was capable of. Without being asked, two took a seat in the chair at the front counter.

"Would you like something?"

"Sure. We'll have two espressos please."

Jaina nodded in confirmation. "Two espressos coming right up."

"Well, might I ask your name." The man asked as she diligently prepared their orders behind the counter.

With her back turned she answered. "It's Jaina. Jaina Stratton."

"Hmm. I like it."

Jaina placed their warm beverages in front of them carefully. "There you are."

Well Ms. Stratton. My name is Sasuke and this", He said gesturing to the woman seated next to him...is Sakura. And while I'm not a very big fan of any sweets. My family and I happen to enjoy your pasties very much."

"Thank you. We're glad that you like them."

"We?" He asked as he took a sip.

"We" Jaina said, tilting her head in self-assured fashion. "Meaning me and my family."

"I haven't seen the old man for quite some time. Has he gone in retirement yet?"

"No. Nothing like that. I'm running the shop for now."

"Any particular reason that is?"

"Nope." She answered, crossing her arms in a stubborn manner. While it wasn't unusual to make small talk with customers. This guy was a complete stranger that didn't need to know any of her family's personal issues. She didn't even know why he felt the need to pry in the first place. The woman could not just go pouring out her heart and telling the family's secrets to random people who would sit and listen to them. It wasn't anyone else's business, case and point.

The man's eyes narrowed before humming deeply. "You're lying. But you're not a very good liar."

Jaina's eyes immediately drew down. "And just what do you know about me?"

"Enough."

Okayyyyyy. This guy was starting to give her major creep vibes. Like off the roof stalker creep vibes.

The bastard was a smooth talker; eloquent and charming. Could probably charm the pants of anyone he so choosed, well she was not just anyone. Her eyes certainly didn't miss the way his gaze lingered on her breasts. But he was courteous and polite, so that earned him some brownie points.

Glancing over at his companion, she was completely content with staying quiet and paying extra attention to the espresso she had yet to touch. Evidently, she didn't seem too bothered by anything happening around her. Another problem.

"So do you come around here often?" She asked. It was a stupid question but it changed the subject.

"Sometimes. When I want to enjoy well-brewed coffee."

"I take it, you're a regular here?"

Sasuke dropped his smile a smidgen before smoothly replying with. "Going on three years now."

Hmm. That was strange. How hadn't she ever noticed him in the establishment before.

"I look forward to continuing bringing my service here."

Her brows drew down at that and she looked away sadly. "It might not be open for that much longer." Damn. She hadn't meant to say that aloud.

"Oh? And why do you say that?" Head tiling in curiosity.

Shaking her head in a disregarding fashion she replied, "It's nothing. Just forget I said that."

"Is the shop in danger of closing?"

Jaina didn't answer him. And it was that continued silence that confirmed his query.

"I thought so."

"You don't know anything."

"I know the old man hasn't stepped foot in here for months. Which leads me to believe he either can't move like he used to or that he's come down with an illness."

Jaina tensed at his words, eyes widening at the spot on assumption. She didn't physically falter but her mind was definitely racing. This guy was perceptive.

"It's nobody else's business what goes on concerning this status of this shop."

"True. But what if I can offer a solution?"

Jaina perused his smirking face with narrowed hazel eyes. "A solution like what?"

"Just a moment." He said, sliding off the chair and waving a hand over this shoulder. "I'll be right back. Sakura please keep her company."

As she watched him walk out the door, she turned her attention back to the pink haired woman. "Don't take this they wrong way but...your boyfriend's weird."

Sakura leaned her face on her hand, while using a spoon to stir the espresso, proudly displaying a shining diamond ring with a knowing smirk.

"Actually. He's not my boyfriend - he's my husband." Her tone sounding snide and gloating. As if to purposely make Jaina jealous. Little did she know, just how much the other woman could care less. Jaina had never competed with any woman other the attention of a man, as male attention was not and would never be the center of her life.

"Well that's definitely unexpected. He certainly doesn't seem like the type to get married. Least of all to someone like you."

"Well then…you should know that you've been chosen to become his third."

A brow raised at the statement. "Third? Third what?"

"His third wife of course."

Jaina didn't show any emotion on her face that indicated she was remotely bothered by the words. Now she was not a person who judged over people but...obviously these people were fruit loops. Nuts. Batshit crazy. Basically things she did not feel like entertaining so close to closing time. Chosen? She could not be chosen to be anything without her knowledge or consent. What was this 'The Bachelor'? Plus, she was twenty-one years old, there was no way on God's green earth that she would be caught dead in a wedding dress at twenty-one. Not only that but she couldn't get married anytime soon anyway, she had other shit to do. Lots of other shit. Shit that was gonna get done no matter what life threw at her.

Instead of responding to the woman's statement, Jaina merely ignored it altogether. "Look do you want refill on your coffee?"

The door chimed signaling the return of her husband and…yet ANOTHER WOMAN?

Sasuke had returned carrying a bag filled with something she could not identify from where she was standing. Whereas wrapped around his opposite arm was a platinum blonde woman with blue eyes, wearing a tight blouse exposing a good portion of her breasts and a skirt so short that it barely covered her upper thighs. It odd. Him walking in with another woman on his arm while his wife was right there. The woman looked like the type to bring all of the attention to herself in whatever setting she was currently in. What a scumbag.

"Sorry to keep you both waiting." He cultured voice remarked.

Jaina's eyes widened as she back and forth between Sasuke and his new companion. She was starting to feel really uneasy now, things were escalating in a manner that she didn't have any control over. "Um... what's going on?"

The amused look returns to his eyes again as he says, "Ms. Stratton, these are my lovely wives. Ino and Sakura."

"So...this is the one?" The blonde woman questioned, eyes scanning up and down her form with barely concealed dissatisfaction. "I don't know what it is about her, but I know if we should trust her. I mean that's tons of money we're giving to her!"

Sasuke acknowledged the woman with a neutral look, but his smile deepened in a unreadable look. "Nonsense. We can fully trust Ms. Stratton with this money."

Wait, did he say money?

Before Jaina could question anything, the bag was suddenly thrown on the counter revealing the stacks of money hidden in the bag.

"I'd like to compensate you for your time, wonderful coffee and baked goods." Sasuke spoke in an even tone.

Ino's lips curled up in incisive anger and her expression furious, smacking a manicured hand on the counter startling Jaina for a brief second. "No! I can't let this happen! Sasuke-kun I can't let you just give our money to this shop girl! It's not like she deserves it. Just look at her hair in those stupid buns!"

"You have to respect his decision Ino." Sakura calmly stated.

"You shut up! Don't you see he's making a mistake? Do you know how many Gucci handbags I could buy with this money? That girl is definitely not worth ten million dollars."

"Jaina is absolutely worth ten million." The man pointed out. "Have I ever made a decision without proper thinking involved?" He inquired to Ino.

Ino looked up at him in shock. "I- no. I guess not." She leaned up and away from the counter, folding her arms tenaciously with a pout.

Jaina's jaw dropped in disbelief. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Wait, what's going on? How much money did you say this was?"

"Ten million." He repeating the amount as if it was nothing.

"T- Ten million!?" She clamored in shock. "This can't be your form of payment. A cup of coffee only cost a dollar and twelve cents even!"

"You misunderstand. This isn't just for the coffee. It should help with any problem your family currently faces financially. This is enough right?" He asked nonchalantly. It was as if he wasn't just giving away millions of dollars.

Leaning closer to the money, she ran her hands over the green stacks. "This is more than enough." She smiled in delight. All of this money could go towards her father's treatment and any repairs the shop needed. And she could buy that stupid game for Asami. For a good samaritan to just offer up ten million dollars like this was nothing short of a miracle. This was what she'd been praying for!

This guy had to be an absolute angel send down from heaven!

"Are you seriously about to hand all this money to me?" Jaina asked incredulously, looking into onyx eyes for clear substantiation.

"You can have the money - If…"

"If what?"

Sasuke's eyes narrowed under dark, thick lashes. "If you become my wife."

A/N: Alright so tell me if you like it in the reviews. This could either be really good or horrible, but I'd love to get a second opinion on it.