Before you judge this fic, please note that I care more about the characters than their sex lives so you don't need to worry about graphic yaoi or anything.
For those of you who've read my other stories you maybe thinking "did redit really write this?" But as mentioned above it isn't graphic or overly disturbing (I hope).You may also be wondering why I started yet another fic… Well I don't know the answer to that one actually… I've already written three chapters of this and it's distracting me from Alternate History. Damn...

The warnings section is individual to each chapter.

Warnings: Shounen ai, references to prostitution, some adult themes, AU (obviously), etc.

Currency is in Australian dollars, I thought yen would just confuse people, especially with the economy in the state it is.

Prologue/Chapter 1- An Odd Occurrence

I stood inside the entrance to the shopping center. The white linoleum beneath my feet glared back up me, the bright fluorescent lighting reflecting off of it. I had just finished purchasing a few odds and ends to refill the pantry at my shared house.

A full grocery bag weighed down each of my arms and I held a small, black, compact umbrella between my index finger and thumb. I stared out of the window glumly, noticing the dark, stormy sky above. It was pouring with rain, so I was very reluctant to leave the shelter that the shopping center provided.

The wind was very strong as well. If I tried to protect myself from the elements with my umbrella, I would undoubtedly just lose it.

I placed the heavy, white plastic bags on a conveniently placed, low wooden bench. I dug around inside my pocket for my mobile phone. I grasped the thin, plastic piece of modern technology and pulled it out before flipping it open.

I searched through my contacts and located Kisame's number. I pressed dial and waited for him to pick up.

"What is it this time?" He asked in a mocking tone. Damn caller I.D…

"Will you come and pick me up? I'll drown if I have to walk home in this…" I asked, wondering what amount of teasing I would have to endure before I could wheedle him into coming to get me.

"I don't know… you don't sound that distressed." He responded as though he had been carefully analysing my tone beforehand. If I wanted to go home sometime today, I would have to up my persuasiveness a notch.

"Please Kisame," I released a carefully crafted, drawn-out sigh. "I know I'm not on the top of your priority list, but I would love it if you didn't make me get soaked. I might get sick, and you know what that means…" I left off tactfully, allowing Kisame to decide what 'that' did actually mean.

As Kisame replied I felt the unmistakable sensation that someone was watching me. "All right, all right, keep your knickers on. I'll be there in five minutes." Kisame grumbled, taking a weak stab at my appearance before hanging up. As feminine as I may appear, it was Kisame who chose to be with me.

I made myself as comfortable as possible on the bench, knowing that 'five minutes' could mean anything from five minutes to fifteen. I placed my phone back in my pocket as a complete stranger sat down next to me.

"Hey, are you looking for a job?" He asked suddenly. It was hard to discern his appearance, his dark beanie and scarf covered most of his facial features. He also wore a large and shapeless brown coat. But his voice stood out; it was very lowly pitched.

"No, why?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me for once. I wondered where this conversation was going to lead.

"Well that is unfortunate. I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. You seem to have… skills, which could be useful to me… Do give me a call if you change your mind." The man encouraged as he handed me an unmarked envelope. He stood and walked away almost immediately afterwards.

I cautiously opened the envelope. It could be anything from a dodgy character like that. The envelope contained a letter, and from that letter it soon became apparent that the man had been implying that I should work for him as a prostitute. I wrinkled my nose in disgust and shook my head.

The thought of being a prostitute disgusted me to no end. Not only did I have issues concerning personal space, but seeing anyone as simply a sex object made me vastly uncomfortable. That was probably why prostitutes were paid so much. According to the letter I would be paid roughly six hundred and fifty-five thousand dollars per annum.

Unfortunately there wasn't a convenient bin nearby, so I shoved the papers into my pocket, along with my mobile. I looked out of the glass automatic sliding doors as Kisame's car pulled up outside in the nearby parking lot.

I picked up the bags and made my way towards it. As soon as the doors opened I regretted coming outside. The freezing wind cut through my thick winter clothing and whipped my hair around, partially obscuring my vision. I shivered as the cold rain landed on my face.

I ran to the small black car and practically dived into the front seat. I hurriedly closed the door before dumping the shopping on the back seat. I put my seatbelt on and Kisame reversed out of the car park and reentered the traffic once again.

I hated driving and being on or near the road at all. There were just too many idiots on the road, you could get killed at any time. By now Kisame was used to this little quirk of mine and had given up on trying to make me get my license a long time ago.

"Well, I'm here. I expect fuel money within the week." He said in a very serious tone. I knew he was just indirectly making fun of me again. As strange as it may sound, this was how we communicated most of the time. He was also trying to distract me from the road so that I wouldn't start having a sudden panic attack.

Sometimes I had them and sometimes I didn't. It was just something that I couldn't control.

"But with the economy in its current state, it could take me weeks until I have enough to pay you back." I replied to humour him.

"Building up debt that can't be repaid must run in your family." He quipped eventually. I knew that he was referring to my father's business habits and bad timing.

I remained silent until we reached Kisame's house. Even though I lived here now, I still usually referred to it as 'Kisame's house'. It was rather odd…

Little did I know that my father's debt situation was about to get worse, much worse…

Ok, more about the characters and their history will be explained in the next chapter. Bye until then.