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Raven hair shifted, courtesy of the early morning sun as he crossed the street to his local high school. It was his birthday, an important day indeed for the Uchiha clan. Being the only heir, his brother having committed suicide 2 years earlier, it was his coming of age. And in 6 months, after he finished school, he would take over the entire Uchiha empire.
It wasn't this knowledge that gave him the most satisfaction, however. His father was giving him a present, one which he could hand pick himself and treat however he wanted:
A slave.
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B L A C K . N A I L S . A N D . B L O O D Y . W R I S T S
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Sapphire eyes opened cautiously, the harsh, violent knocking at his bedroom door waking him from his sleeping state. Weight shifting, he moved to stand on two legs as he stirred to open the door.
It was no surprise when the teen came face to face with a long haired, snakish man, and it came to no surprise when he was greeted with a sneer. "Get up and dressed: there's someone here to buy. 2 minutes."
He stretched two long, pale fingers further pressing his point as he turned his back, black strands flicking effeminately as he strode out of his hallway, leaving the blond to let out a tired sigh. Someone here? He hoped to hell he'd get bought. They'd trained him in every possible way of sexual action, even toning his body to the max to give their firm the best possible feedback and service. But it wasn't cheap, by no means.
The tight, black, sleeveless ANBU like shirt was pulled over his head stiffly, his muscles un-stretched. It showed off his abdominals, the thin, tight material displaying them obviously as showing his tanned biceps.
It was soon followed by a pair of designer pants, loose combats contrasting to the tightness of the shirt. Orochimaru would be expecting him in leather pants, but combats were easier to change into. He wouldn't dare hit him in front of the new customer.
With that done, he made his way down stairs with a lazy, half asleep steps and stepped in to the dimly lit chambers.
He was greeted with the other whores, standing in a perfect line, more like a military base camp than a brothel. Proper, organized even.
His feet dragged him to the end of the line, as if on cue as the door opened, and Orochimaru came striding in as if he was something important. It made Naruto bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from sneering.
He was halfway through looking away when the customer walked in, and he stopped breathing. He was gorgeous. Rich, definitely from one of the higher clans. Long strands of raven hair reached to his chin, and it was spiked at the back, naturally by the looks of it without aids of hair gel and spray, contrasting with ivory skin and dark eyes.
A man, around his forties, stood behind him. He looked much more strict, but he had the raven's bangs and eyes. His brown hair wasn't quite the same, lying flat at the back in comparison to, who he presumed, to be his son.
"I've trained everyone here myself, Uchiha-san. I can assure you we have only the best."
The boy was looking, scanning the lines of teens with scrutinising detail, long strides taking him down the line as the older man talked with Orochimaru. Every now and then, he would stop, consider, maybe ask some questions, but then keep moving.
It was when he reached the blond, that his pattern shifted.
"I want this one." He stated, and behind all the shock and surprise, Naruto could vaguely make out a velvet voice, smooth as silk telling the snake over the short distance.
Heads were turned, everyone in the room having their eyes on Naruto. He looked away, unable to meet the raven's gaze as he stared at his forehead instead.
"Ah. Excellent choice, Uchiha-san. I'll give you his details just now." The hebi searched through his jacket pockets, bringing out several cards and flipping through them till he stopped at one, bringing it out and handing it to the older.
"Does he have any things he'll need before he leaves?" The youngest asked voicelessly, not having took his eyes off the blonde since he chose him.
He wasn't oblivious to the look Orochimaru was giving him, and he cleared his throat. "I don't have any belongings, Sir."
He saw the raven raise a perfectly shaped eyebrow, but shrugged as turned to them. "When are we leaving with my present?"
"As soon as you want. Just now." The oldest Uchiha answered simply, handing the money over the greedy bastard, then he was gone.
It left an odd feeling in Naruto's throat, how simple everything went. He'd seen the most ugly of people come here, simply wanting a slave to fufill their sexual needs because no one else would. His now master seemed far out of place here, he found his curiosity piqued as to why someone so...sexy, would want a slave.
He wasn't given much time to dwell on it, because with the other slaves shuffling out of the room, there was the older Uchiha gesturing for him to follow. He did as requested, heart beating at the suddenness of it all.
What was going to happen to him?
.:AURTHORS NOTES:.
First Naruto fic, and I want to know if I should continue. I'll make the plot as interesting with possible, but don't worry, there will be loads of sex! The next chapters, if I continue, will be longer, this is just a prologue.
EDIT: Added some stuff to the end, chapter wasn't long enough /