Ashi had been on her own before, walked the streets of Tokyo, carried a gun in the pocket of her coat, nothing was new to her. This night wasn't different than the rest, except for the fact that for the past few months, she felt alone. She'd acquired a decent reputation, being seen on the street with Uchiha Itachi was a feet in itself, but having his arm around your waist for three years did more than protect you, it sky rocketed you into the life of the underground. She couldn't exactly remember how she'd gotten as far as she had in the ring, but she did remember the night she'd met him. He hadn't been much then, just one of those stupid kids waiting down at the docks for shipments and illegal goods, guns on their hips, sunglasses at night, yeah, those kinds of kids.

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She'd been moving along the streets by the old ports on the coast of Tokyo's border, hands stuffed in her pockets, hair frazzled and messy, make up smeared from the night before. Then she'd just been a kid, a useless stupid idiotic, somewhat innocent kid. People walked along the docks at all hours, by themselves, in groups, chatting or scuttling along. These kids were always there, in groups of two to four, guns hidden, but if you were smart you knew they were armed. She'd made her way, winter coat bundled up to her neck, past the first dock, and it wasn't until she'd hit the third dock that she'd realized there was a serious problem. Instead of the normal two kids and boat, there was a man on his knees gun to his head crying on the ground, and the two kids standing in front of him. The boy holding the gun to his head, was Uchiha Itachi. His voice, she remembered, had floated silently over the wind to her ears and struck her stupid. She'd stopped now, staring, gaping at them. His hair was tied in a low ponytail over his back, and he had been wearing black slacks, shiny dress shoes, and a white work shirt, tie strewn and undone. The cuffs of his shirt were bent up around his elbows, scrunched, showing his inked forearms. The boy beside him, was not a boy, he was a man named Kisame, who she'd come to get to know that very night. He'd noticed her first, turning raising an eyebrow and yanking a gun from his cloak pointing and aiming at her.

"We got a witness…" he had said in a dark rough voice, the kind of voice that came from the throat. Itachi had turned staring wildly, never taking his eyes off of her, and pulled the trigger. The man fell to the pavement, the shot through his skull, splattering his brains every which way, blood sprayed over the back of Itachi's white dress shirt.

Without realizing it, Ashi had sank to the ground, to her knees, they'd buckled under her when the gunshot had gone off, and Kisame had pulled her back up before she'd reacted. By the time his arms had been under hers, locking them behind her head, Itachi had walked over standing in front of her putting the gun to her forehead.

"Alright pretty little girl, I'll ask this once. Will you tell anyone what you saw?" she couldn't remember shaking or nodding her head, that was still a fearful blur to her, but she did know that he'd pulled the trigger. There were no bullets left in the gun, he'd pulled it to fuck with her, she remembered him laughing, his crooked smile and bright white teeth, and that was when she'd passed out.

It had been an on again off again relationship from about a month after that night. She'd woken up at her front door step, a shady apartment complex, and her wallet was gone, she'd known that's how he'd figured out where she'd lived, but that also meant he'd known her name. It was a leverage tool, they knew who you were, you blabbed and you were dead. She remembered feeling nights walking home, seeing things in the shadows, hearing things in her apartment, that feeling where you just know you're being watched, but she'd attributed it all to them keeping an eye on her for what she'd seen. So, after two months of this bullshit, she'd nearly jumped out of her skin when he'd appeared in her kitchen one night drinking tea from her coffee mug, and reading her news paper. She'd shut the door, shakily, she'd bought a gun by then, and was edging towards the end table drawer in the living room where it was, or had been. He'd laughed raising it so she could see it and put it on the kitchen table counter by his tea.

"Ashi Ogawa eh? What's a pretty little girl like you doing in a shady ass past of town?" she had originally refused to answer, but in the end, how did you refuse someone like him?

"I just live here…that doesn't matter, why are you here? I didn't tell anyone." she'd snapped from the kitchen archway.

"That's just why I'm here. You've been loyal." Loyal, he'd continued to call her that for three years, it had almost become his mantra for her.

"And what does that have to do with you being here?" He'd stood over her then, towering over her, with a pure glint in his eyes, a glint that meant there were few things on his mind.

"I know what you do, you work in that sweaty little massage parlor, it's almost one step up from being a whore, but you're not much better. You make ends meet, but you can't get out of this place, but you're content because you have a roof and food and a place to sleep. But, you made a mistake somewhere in all of this life, you thought we would leave you alone…Naivety, it's a nice trait, but we can't leave you alone."

"Then what…" she'd started, but it was useless.

"You have two options…" he'd moved up the ranks by then, "You can either come with me and accept my life, or you die." and again there had been the familiar touch of a cold metallic barrel of his gun touching her forehead.

"Accept your life?" she asked. "What's that mean exactly?"

"It means, you'll be mine." and that had just been the end of it. She'd gone that night with him, and began a life of a mafia's girl, or as most people called those kinds of women, the mafia whores.

***

She was walking under the street lamps, close to the light, he'd told her that. Lights meant you were visible, and as long as they could see you, they would stay the hell away from you. She sighed, he'd left her with that much at least, a reputation to keep her safe, she could actually be with any man she wanted now, but she hadn't. Instead, the day he'd left, she'd sold everything, all their shit, their pet dog Kaiku, and moved towards the inland of Tokyo, trying to live a decent life now. It was hard, Itachi had shown her the thrills of that life, the money, the people, the power, but that wasn't what made that life that great, because that life was nothing without him. Living on the streets, rolling the dice, living for the thrill, there was no thrill without him with her. She was planning on going to her new apartment, on the upper side of town, she was about ten minutes away from it now, back to her cold empty single bed, her empty white walled one bedroom apartment. She stopped, seeing Sasuke, all of Sasuke that she'd seen, she'd been unable to stop the flashing image of her Itachi through her head.

Three years was a long time to throw away, but then again, there was always the possibility. He'd primed her for that from day one, trained her with a gun, taught her who to keep contact with and who to avoid, where she could get money at on her own, how to talk the talk and walk the walk, how to be a mafia whore. He'd taught her everything she needed to know, taught her exactly what she needed to do, he'd taught her how to keep herself alive without him. Warm tears spilt over her eyes, rolling down her thin cheeks, and to the bust of her jacket. She moved a hand up to wipe them away, it was rare to cry, for her anyway. He'd told her once, that he might have to leave, and if he did, too stay away from three people, though she'd been unsuccessful in one of their areas; Madara Uchiha, Fukagu Uchiha, and Orochimaru.

"Against any of those three, you'll be killed. They won't blink an eye, I'm telling you, don't fuck with them, don't let them know who you are, I've made sure they don't…when I'm gone someday, try not to let my actions have been in vain…"

So what did those words mean then? Did it mean that he'd simply had to hide, or did it mean he was dead? How did the person you love lie and leave you just like that? More tears lapped over her face, and without thinking, she stopped sitting on a cold metal bench and bent over and began to sob. She'd been so strong over these past few months, kept him out of her mind, far away from her shreds of sanity, but seeing Sasuke…God! They were so much alike.

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Sasuke stood at the bottom of the driveway, keys in hand, beckoning for Naruto to get his ass down the damn hill.

"Dobe, if you don't hurry up, it's gonna be dawn before we find her." Naruto cursed, almost slipping on the wet grass, and grabbed Sasuke's arm to steady himself.

"Hai, I know that! Where's the car?" he asked looking around now, Sasuke had the keys, but where was he car?

"Right here idiot." he said leaning back against something in the dark night air. He squinted to see it properly, and then it began to form.

"YOU HAVE A FUCKING BENDZ?" he shouted, Sasuke clamped a hand over his mouth.

"Shut up! You're gonna wake up everyone in the damn mansion!" he swore under his breath and opened the passenger door of the sleek black car, shoving Naruto inside before he could shout again.

"Why wouldn't I have one? You know I'm loaded, honestly, why do you act like that?" he asked sliding in the drivers seat and starting the engine.

"Because, it's a fucking BENDZ!" he sighed leaning back in the leather seats, the engine purred like a lion.

"Yeah, well who cares…look where would she go anyway?" he asked glancing at him as he rolled through the gates, which were motion sensitive to oily his fathers cars.

"She's probably on her way home, she lives in upper side, you know, those nice apartments." he stopped the car halfway out the driveway's forest emplacement.

"If she's going home, then why are we going to get her?" he raised an eyebrow, letting the car idle.

"I…I don't know! Because it's the right thing to do?" he shrugged burying himself deeper into the leather seat.

"I have some better ideas than going to find someone who sounds like they can take care of themselves." he smirked, one hand on the wheel and one propped up against the car window. Naruto glanced at him slightly, that voice was an evil voice, and that smile was an evil smile. He backed up against the other side of the car, just as Sasuke cut the engine, and locked the doors, which mind you only locked on his side for some half assed reason. Naruto shook his head blinded by the darkness, and before he could get his eyes to adjust, there was a boy pulling him into the backseat of the car, shoving him up against the leather seat in haste.

"You know, I've never given it much thought, but screwing you in a car might just turn me on." he chuckled as Naruto struggled beneath him.

"Hey! Come on! Not in a carrrrrrrrRR!" he'd gone still at the cold hand that had snaked it's way up under his shirt, and was tracing small circles over his waist band.

"Why not in a car? They're leather seats, easy to clean." he grinned through the moonlight down at him.

"B-because, because…uhhhnnnn…." the last bit came out in a small sigh, almost a moan, Sasuke had slipped his hand down Naruto's pants, along his upper thigh, and was rubbing his thumb in a slow hard circle there. He watched the blonde's eyes drift shut, a blushy haze spread over his face, and smirked.

"Your all hard already…I can fix that." oh, he'd been dreaming shit like this up for years, wanting to do things like this since they were fourteen.

"Uhnnn…Sasuke….uh…" he moved his hand up, grinding it against the middle section of his jeans.

"Hmm, what was that Naruto?" the poor boy could barely speak, but he got it out…

"Please…"

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Madara was smirking, staring out over his panoramic window view of the city bay, smoking his Cuban cigar. He ran a calloused hand through his hair, letting out a large puff of smoke, that swirled in the air in front of him.

"You do know who that girl was Kiba?" he turned glancing at his young apprentice. Kiba was sitting on the brown leather couch, mirror on the coffee table, razor in his right hand, and smudges of white power on his nose. He sucked in a long breath, laughing.

"Yeah, she's that girl Itachi left behind." Madara frowned at him.

"You need to lay off that shit!" he snapped. "That girl is more than what Itachi left behind, you didn't pay any damn attention did you?" Kiba set the razor down and wiped his nose on his sleeve, sniffling.

"What about her then?" he asked irritated back.

"That girl's the Jade Dragon, and she doesn't even know it." he grinned.

"The fuck's that!?" Kiba rolled his eyes leaning on the armrest of the couch bored.

"The Jade Dragon is almost a myth now, but it used to be the most powerful family in Japan. The mafia ring leader of all Tokyo, until the Uchiha clan came along. They were called the Jade's because of their eyes, you saw them didn't you? That clear green crystalline eye, she's the last alive. My guess is that's why Itachi left in the first place. He was in power, had it all, he knew he had her, knew he had the dragon, but even for him it was too much power. But let me tell you something Kiba, we're going to get her." Kiba grinned sitting up then scratching at his nose some more.

"What we gonna do with her?" he asked anxiously.

"Kill her, end the line, destroy the Jade Dragon dynasty for the last time."