Naruto (c) Masashi Kishimoto
You could love her if you paid, you could have her every day. You could love her if you prayed; you could have her every way! — Seether
Hot water cascaded down Hana's body, the droplets felt oddly hard and coarse against her battered skin. The young woman rested her arm against the wall and rested her head on her forearm, her mother's words vibrating in her head: you can be whoever you want Hana. Be better than me; don't follow my path. Don't throw your life away, Hana.
So many other words that were in reality just words. "Well you know what Mom? If you hadn't got wasted and throwing away our money on booze and everything, I would be in college making something of myself and not earning my living on my back," Hana muttered bitterly. "You made me like this! I had to keep Kiba in school somehow! I had to put food on the table, pay the bills, keep clothes on our backs, somehow!" Hana growled. She slammed her fist against the side of the shower wall. Nails digging into her palm.
The young woman looked at the blotchy bruises on her body. Some were from clients that liked it a little too rough, but most where from her boyfriend. The scars on the other hand… all were self-inflicted. The one her wrists, those were the ones she hated talking about. She was surprise her hand was so steady… so calm as she pulled the knife across her pale wrist. She would've died, due to exsanguination; luckily, a dark eyed stranger hand found her bleeding to death and had called the ambulance. She had yet to forget those jet black eyes. She had skipped the therapy that followed, yet she hadn't tried to kill herself again, as those black eyes haunted her.
"Bitch, are you fucking yourself in the fucking shower?" her boyfriend shouted.
Hana groaned. "I'm almost done Hidan! If you really have to piss, piss out the window!" she shouted, slamming the knob and turning the water off.
"Just hurry the fuck up!" Hidan shouted. Hana snorted.
"I'll take my sweet time thank you very much, you bastard!" Hana stepped out of the shower and slowly dried herself, humming softly some song she heard on the radio. She pulled on her pajamas before stepping out of the bathroom.
Hidan was leaning against the wall, and empty Pepsi can in his hand, his white hair slicked back and his pale amethyst eyes glinting sadistically at her. "Well, about time you came out of the bathroom, bitch," Hidan growled.
"Just because my family has been breeding dogs for centuries, doesn't give you the right to call me a bitch, bitch," Hana snarled. Hidan twitched as he walked up to her. He wore all black, his muscle shirt defining his muscular torso.
"Shut the fuck up and show me some goddamn fucking respect, you whore!" Hidan backhanded her. Hana silently took it. She tasted blood in her mouth as her teeth cut her cheek.
She had long ago learned that to just shut up and take it from both her boyfriends and those clients that liked to hit the girls. Abuse came with her line of work, even though Jiraiya was a stickler about weeding out the "Hitters" as he liked to call them, she still got a few of them.
Normally, Hidan would just hit her once, yell and belittle her, then kiss and maybe they'll fuck. Tonight however, Hana knew the so-called make-up sex was out of the question. Hidan wanted blood, and he wanted her blood. Therefore, she calmly took the beating he dished out until her lip was bleeding and her left eye was starting to turn black and blue. Good thing Hidan has a job, Hana thought grimly as his fist landed on another part of her body.
Only this time there was no impact. Hana opened her eyes; thankfully, her left eye wasn't going to swell. She nearly gasped as she stared at her savoir. It was the same dark eyed man saved her life. He was handsome, in his dark blue police uniform, his ash black hair tired back, and his bangs framing his face.
"Hidan, I should arrest you for domestic violence, but I'll let you off on a warning if you let me take the girl to my place," the cop said calmly, his voice rich and smooth with a slight rasp. Hidan pulled his wrist free from the officer.
"Whatever you want Uchiha, she ain't fucking pretty anymore," Hidan looked at Hana with a sneer.
"Miss, please gather some clothes," the cop said politely.
"Uhm…" Hana blinked, too shocked to realize what was happening.
"Bitch, do as the cop said!" Hidan grabbed her by her hair, brutally yanking on it.
The police officer suddenly pinned Hidan against the wall, slapping handcuffs on him. "Akatenshi Hidan, you are under arrest for domestic violence. You have the right to remain silent…"
Hana left as the cop read Hidan his rights to gather her things. She was smiling and felt oddly giddy about the new turn of events.
Hana soon found herself sitting opposite of the handsome cop that had saved her life twice, though Hana doubted he remembered her from the suicide attempt. She had learned his name was Uchiha Itachi and he was currently looking through her own rap sheet. "Arrested for prostitution," he raised a dark eyebrow, "drug possession, drug abuse, possession with the intent to sell, by all means you should be locked up for life," Itachi looked at her. "How the hell did you manage to get out of justice?" Itachi asked.
Hana snorted. She knew his type. The straight arrow, goody-two-shoes, brown nosing good cop. The ones that still believed justice was blind and the system worked and wasn't broken, that corruption and greed hadn't sank its teeth into the pale belly of the justice system. "Oh the usual," Hana shrugged. "Slept with this judge and this lawyer, fed another judge a very colorful sob story of my life, which was pretty much all truth, I just stretched it a lot, gave others' their drugs, you know," she smirked as she leaned back, positioning her body for the maximum of sexuality, "the usual." Hana leaned forwards, her hands before her. "Arrest me Officer Uchiha, I've been a really bad girl," she cooed with a playful smirk.
Itachi blinked at the girl before him. She wasn't that pretty, not with the bruises and fat lip, but he assumed she had a charm behind the bruises. Red fang tattoos were on her cheeks, her brown hair in a ponytail and brown eyes so dark they were nearly black. He couldn't help but feel drawn to this woman.
The door opened: "Itachi, your little brother is here," another man said, sticking his head in. He looked similar to Itachi, only his hair was short and wavy.
"All right Shisui." Itachi looked at Hana then at Shisui. "Take Miss Inuzuka down to the waiting….better yet, send Sasuke in then take Miss Inuzuka to my father's office," Itachi said.
"Your father's office?" Shisui seemed surprised.
"Yes, I'm going to take her home," Itachi said with a nod. He shuffled some papers. Hana blinked in surprise before her lips contorted into a frown. She would not be treated like a bloody prize. She slammed her hands on Itachi's desk.
"Listen here bub; I'm not some toy or stray dog you can just take home because you feel sorry for me! I'm a person!" Hana leaned in close; her nose was only inches away from Itachi. "So, get it through your thick egoistically head! I don't like being treated like I'm chattel, like I'm less than human! That's dark age thinking!" Hana growled. Itachi blinked before his lips twitched up into an annoying little smirk.
Itachi had a baffled look on his face. "I'm just taking you back to my place so you don't have to go to the women's shelter," he explained. "Of course if you're offering—"
Hana blinked before screeching and would've clawed out Itachi's eyes if Shisui hadn't grabbed her and dragged her out of the office, Sasuke watching with surprise from the door.
Shisui glanced at the fuming girl as they walked down the hall. "I can't believe him! That bastard! When I get my hands on him I'm gonna slice his balls clean off!" Hana grumbled.
"That's called aggravated assault against an officer and it's a felony," Shisui replied in a singsong voice. Hana glowered at him.
"Do I fucking look like I care?" Hana snarled.
"No," Shisui said, smirking. "Not really." Shisui and Hana continued to walk down the hall in silence, before the man snickered.
"What?" Hana glanced at him.
"Nothing, I just can't believe this that's all," Shisui said.
"Why?"
"Itachi's always had a soft spot for strays—"
"I'm not some stray there is a very good reason why I'm in this position and not as some big shot university!"
"Or he is fascinated by you." Shisui glanced over at Hana with a cocky little smirk. "I'm guessing option one. However, knowing my coz, it's properly option two. He's gay, we think. Poor Mikoto wore black for a week to mourn the fact that her eldest son was gay," Shisui said.
"You and that idiot are related?" Hana blinked.
"Yep. We're cousins, through our fathers. I'm like his third cousin or something weird like that," Shisui grinned. "Though, if you really want to get under his skin," Shisui said giving her a perverted grin, "show him your tits. He'll be forced to arrest you for indecent exposure and then you can have your way with him."
"Pervert!" Hana screeched and would've slapped him if it weren't against the law. Nevertheless, he did have a point, it would be fun to get Itachi to "arrest" her and have a wild bedroom romp because of it. No! What am I thinking! Get your mind out of the gutter, Hana! Itachi is a two-face no-good two-timing asshole. Don't think about what he looks like out of his clothes. She frowned at herself for thinking such perverted thoughts.
"Hey, I'm just saying," Shisui chuckled. "It's just that Itachi never lets anything get to him, and you clearly did. Guy has the emotional capability of a rock. Mikoto may try to get you to marry Itachi," Shisui said.
"Wait…what? Marry him! I just met him!" Hana protested.
"Well…umm…Mikoto really wants grandkids. Like really, really badly. It's been like a personal quest of hers, kinda scary," Shisui scratched his head. "Hope you're on the pill," he muttered. "I mean, she already arranged a match for Sasuke with the cousin of her best friend."
"If assaulting a police officer wasn't a felony, I would so totally beat your ass," Hana growled.
"Maybe I'll take you home instead, I like a feisty chick." He gave a perverted smirk before continuing towards Fugaku's office.
Fugaku looked up as Shisui entered with Hana following him. "Shouldn't she be locked up?" Fugaku asked.
"Itachi has taken a personal interest in her." Shisui glanced at Hana, "and from what I heard, she's the real victim here."
"Have a seat Miss Inuzuka," Fugaku sighed. "Shisui out."
Shisui left. Hana gulped staring at the middle-aged Uchiha. "So, is uhm..." Hana bit back her question.
"Itachi is my eldest son if you are wondering," Fugaku said, not bothering to look up from his paper work. "And I have read your rap sheet," he added.
Double damn, Hana thought. Hana sat there in silence waiting for Itachi. The door opened revealing Itachi.
"Father," he said stiffly.
"Take your little science project and go." Fugaku waved his hand. Itachi motioned to Hana to follow him. Hana got up and followed the Uchiha.
They drove to Itachi's apartment in silence; and entered his rather plain apartment without any words spoken between them. "If you want to take another shower go ahead," he said as he unbuttoned his blue shirt, not even looking at her as he headed towards his bedroom. Hana shook her head, watching him from the doorway's shadows; she was trying to read him. It was something she was rather good at, Hell, she had to be on the streets; but the man was difficult to read.
He pulled the shirt off and neatly hung it up on a coat rack and Hana blushed slightly at the sight of his muscles for he only wore a white tank top. But what caught her eye were the scars on his arms, in the crook of his elbow. So, good cop Uchiha Itachi, isn't such a good boy as I thought, Hana mused.
"Are you going to stare at me all night?" Itachi asked. Hana blinked at him and blushed when she realized he had easily snuck up on her. She folded her arms over her chest, jutting out one hip.
"Where did you get those scars?" she asked, tracing them lightly with her fingertips. He grabbed the offending hand and traced the shiny scar on her wrist with his own fingertip.
"And how did you acquire this cicatrix?" he purred softly. Hana yanked her hand away and glared at him.
"Wouldn't you like to know," Hana growled. Itachi chuckled softly and Hana shuddered. It was a rich velvety sound and she couldn't help but want to hear more of it and wondered what he sounded like as she rode him long and hard. Get your mind out of the bleeding gutter! Hana scolded herself.
"There is a hide-away bed in the couch," he said, jerking his thumb towards the couch. "I'll get a spare pillow and blanket for you. And some sheets."
"Don't I have to pay rent or something," Hana asked scratchily, a smirk coloring her lips.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" Itachi asked, blinking at her.
"Only if you want me to," she replied softly, trailing one hand down his muscular arm. Hana shuddered, surprised at how soft and smooth his skin was. Itachi inclined his head, his dark eyes colored with mystery.
"And if I don't?" he whispered softly. Hana noted that his breath smelled like tea not coffee.
"Then I guess I'll hafta try harder then don't I?" Hana smirked, as her hand dropped to his torso, trailing along his chest, feeling each chiseled muscle he possessed, until it reached his waistband of his pants. She gave it a sharp tug. Itachi raised an eyebrow watching her with a gaze that was a cross between amusement and neutrality. His eyes widen slightly as her hand slipped into his pants. "Am I doing a good job?" Hana asked cutely.
"Hn." he pulled her hand out only to pin her against the wall.
"That's considered sexual harassment," Itachi whispered, his dark eyes boring holes into her.
"Doll, I make a living by sexually harassing people." Hana grinned at him. Itachi grunted before letting her go. He straightened.
"To answer your earlier question, no, you don't need to give me any sexual favors," Itachi said. "Good night Miss Inuzuka." He headed into his bedroom and closed the door.
Hana stared at the door with a puzzled frown. "Hmph, what a weird guy," she muttered, before heading to the couch, grabbing on of the blankets Itachi had draped over the back of a recliner. "He even forgot to get me the pillow and blanket," she whined. She grabbed a couple of throw pillows before flopping onto the couch with a yawn. She shifted around on the couch, before closing her eyes and falling asleep.
Itachi was surprise to see the woman curled up on his couch the next day. He half expected her to leave during the night. Not that he minded or anything, he was just a bit surprised, and a bit startled to see how beautiful and innocent she looked sleeping. He silently walked up to the sleeping woman and lightly traced the red tattoo on her cheek. She grunted and rubbed her face into the pillow. Itachi shook his head and entered the kitchen to make breakfast.
Hana woke up to the smell of food. Groaning she sat up to stare at Itachi then glance at the clock. "Don't you have to get to work?" she asked.
"Hn." Itachi looked over his shoulder at her before going back to his omelet.
"Well?" Hana slipped out from under the blanket, slowly walking up to Itachi. "Are you going to answer my question?" she growled.
"Do you want an omelet?" he asked, looking at her with those hypnotic black eyes.
"Answer my question!" she growled.
"It's Friday, I have Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday off," he said. "Now, do you want an omelet or not?"
"Fine," she sighed. He gave a curt nodded and grabbed two eggs, not bothering to watch Hana sit down at the table.
They didn't speak for fifteen minutes. "Here you go." Itachi set Hana's omelet down before her, before sitting opposite of her; he began to calmly eat his omelet and drink his glass of orange juice. Hana poked at her food, before cutting into the egg and cheese concoction.
"Mushrooms?" she asked around a full mouth.
"Hn." Itachi seemed engrossed in his newspaper.
"Kinda funny for a cop to have needle scars," Hana said.
"It's none of your business," Itachi muttered.
"Sure." Hana finished off her omelet, got up and placed it in the sink. "Well, thanks for the food and letting me spend the night." Hana headed towards the door. "I hafta go!" She brushed against his coat before exiting his house. Itachi heard the door click close and sighed. It suddenly felt empty without her. Empty and lonely.
Hana smirked as she held Itachi's wallet in her hand. "He didn't even notice that it was gone, loser," she muttered to herself as she left the apartment complex and headed into the opposite direction.
Itachi frowned as Shisui snickered. "It's not funny!" Itachi grumbled, wondering what compelled his cousin to stop by.
"Actually, it kinda is, Mikoto is giving your old man an earful. Apparently, I wasn't the only one that assumed you took the girl to bang her," Shisui said.
"Hn." Itachi rested his chin on his palm.
"And after giving your mother such hope that you weren't gay, you could've at least lied about the fucking," Shisui cackled.
"Out!" Itachi growled. Shisui snickered.
"Itachi, either you're gay or you're a eunuch." Shisui dodged Itachi's fork. "Hey! That could've taken out my eye!" Shisui protested, before he yanked the door open. "Later Ita-kun!" Shisui called before leaving. Itachi snorted as he headed towards the door that was left slightly ajar. He figured it was best if he went for a walk, maybe then he would forget about the damn girl and his apartment wouldn't feel so cold, empty and lonely. He pulled on his jacket, zipped it up and shoved his hands into the pockets.
His eyes widened as he realized his wallet was gone. "Damn bitch!" he swore and headed out to find her.
Hana was enjoying her lunch, when Itachi walked up to her. "You whore!" he growled.
"Good afternoon to you too." Hana bit into her cheeseburger. "And thank you for noticing that I am, in fact, as you like to put it a whore," she added. "Now, shoo-shoo, I'm eating," she said. He grabbed her cheeseburger and tossed it onto the ground. "Hey, I was eating that you bitch!" she glanced at him.
"You little thieving slut!" Itachi hauled her to her feet by her collar.
"What the fuck, you bastard! Unhand me!" Hana shouted.
"You stole my wallet!"
"I call it borrowing," Hana grumbled.
"You could've asked for some money!" He growled. Hana smirked.
"Why do you even care? I bet you are swimming in money, Mr. Uchiha Itachi!" Hana replied. Itachi twitched, and was seriously considering arresting her and dragging her sorry ass down to the precinct, if he would just stop staring at those damn lips of hers, puckered from the autumn cold.
Hana's eyes flashed before she grabbed his face and kissed him. Itachi was shocked. His eyes growing wide as Hana's lips gently massaged his own and she soon had her tongue in his mouth. He closed his eyes and happily returned the kiss. Hana pulled away, grinning before running off. "Hey! Get back here!" Itachi shouted, running after her.
"I still don't see what's the big deal is, I just bought a cheeseburger, I've stopped dealing a long time ago," Hana grumbled. Itachi had caught up with her and she gave him back his wallet, about a dollar fifty shorter than when she took it.
"Though you still sell yourself," Itachi pointed out.
"Only at Jiraiya's House of Comely Paradise." Hana smirked. "I've stopped doing the street thing," she said. Itachi nodded before looking around at the people in the fast food joint. Hana sipped her soda. "I got this when I tried to kill myself," she said, tracing the scar on her wrists. "I would be dead if some guy hadn't seen me laying on the ground bleeding to death and called the ambulance. Never learned his name and never saw him again," Hana mused.
Itachi stiffened slightly, as he remembered the girl he found, bleeding, looking lost. He couldn't just leave her there to die. He jumped slightly when Hana placed her hand on his arm. "He had eyes like yours…in color, not in the burdening emotional angst of doom," Hana said, before continuing to eat.
"And why do you care about this stranger that saved your life?" Itachi asked. "To tell him thank you?"
"Nope." Hana shook her head, "to ask him why he felt my life was worth saving."
"Maybe he saw something worth saving as the light of life slowly left your eyes," Itachi replied softly. Hana snorted.
"You have a way with words Uchiha, but flattery gets you nowhere fast with me." Hana sipped her coke. "So, tell me about your scars?" she asked.
"Why are you interested in them?" he asked.
"You're a cop. Cops aren't supposed to have scars indicative of a criminal," Hana said. He grabbed a few fries from her tray; thoughtfully planning his next move as he munched on the salty deep fried potato slices, before her grabbed her free hand and shoved her sleeve up passed her elbow. "Hey!" Hana protested, glaring at the man then glancing at her own scars. She pulled away and pushed her sleeve down. "Why are you so surprise about them? You read my rap sheet."
"Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" he asked.
"Nah," Hana shook her head. He raised an eyebrow. "I've been in and out of JuV since I was ten, always getting into fights at school. Dropped out of high school to support my mom and kid brother." Hana bit her burger. "Around that time I met Orochimaru, he became my pimp, cause a girl won't make it very far without a pimp, kinda like a geisha and her dana. Orochimaru got me hooked on the drugs. Then I wised up when I was nineteen, kicked the habit, which wasn't very fun." Hana shuddered. "Withdrawal is hell, that's how I got this," she traced the scars on her wrists.
"I wanted a hit so badly, but…Shino and Kiba, they kept me from the drugs, they and the man that saved my life, saved me from the brink." Hana smiled. "Now, I work as a stripper for Jiraiya. I still do specials for some of his pricey patrons, but he makes sure the girls are treated well." Hana leaned back wiping her hands on a napkin. "You're turn."
Itachi blinked, looking at her. "Excuse me?" he asked.
"Your turn, spill your guts," she said.
"You are a fool for telling me your life story," Itachi commented. Hana leaned forwards.
"I'm tough, I'm a street kid. We all came from broken homes, why hide the fact that we were born into fucked up lives?" Hana grinned. Itachi stood up.
"Maybe when we get more acquainted," he said.
"You really have a stick shoved up your ass," Hana grumbled.
"Hn." Itachi continued to stare at her.
"Listen why don't you stop by House of Comely Paradise, I go on at nine. Watch me dance," she smirked.
"No." He headed for the door.
"Aaw, why not? Are you really gay?" she asked. Itachi froze to glare at her. "It doesn't bother me, I've fucked both."
"Hn." He narrowed his eyes.
"Just come, bring that cousin of yours, maybe he'll get you to lighten up," Hana said, as she slipped out of the booth and walked up to him. "It's all legal," she giggled. "See ya tonight! Remember, I go one at nine!" she reminded him, before sashaying out of the fast food joint, leaving Itachi dumbfounded and his pants a tad bit tighter.
Well… this was originally supposed to have nine more pages, but I wanted to post this but it was getting too long. I don't know why I have Hana a whore or Itachi an ex-druggie in these dark AU ideas I have for them, but I just do.
I'm editing/revamping this as well. There will be five parts (or maybe six). This is one of the few pieces of fanfiction I'm actually really proud of. The original concept of the fic was for it to be a super one-shot, but it got too long so, I chopped it up into originally 4 parts called "Acts". Now, the first chapter was just too long (lol) and got chopped up too.
The title tabula rasa means "second chance", you'll see why later why it's a fitting title.
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Cheers!
-Nemo
