She was the heiress to a large company, and to a large sum of money. She was one of the wealthiest in the whole of Japan. They were lowly slaves, new to the market, captured while stealing food. Why did she choose them? What makes them special? Watch as love blooms for those two slaves and their master. But who is out there ready to crush this woman in her rise in status with her lovers by her side? Dark fic (I think) with lots of sex.

NaruSakuSasu. Two pairings.

Chapter One: The Slave Auction

I had first seen them in passing when I entered the market with my guard. I saw them up on the stage, being betted together as they would not separate from each other. I watched as they punched anyone who tried to separate them from one another. They were obviously close to one another. Looking at them I felt something spur inside me, my heart began to flutter. And with this feeling I acted on an impulse… I made my way to the front of the stage, up the stairs and yelled in the loudest voice I had,

"5 MILLION YEN FOR BOTH OF THEM!" The slave auctioneer just looked at me as I made my way to them slowly. I tried to look as non-threatening as possible and hoped because I was a female they wouldn't take a swing at me. It didn't matter even if they did because I could most likely take them down. Which is why I only have the one guard, Inuzuka Kiba, because if anyone wanted to kill me I could probably kill them first.

My bet was extremely generous, more than half of what was the named price at the time, so they couldn't stop me as I stepped forward to bring the two men home. They looked about 17, the same age as me, so that was reassuring. But the way they both stood there, side-by-side, looking like complete opposites to one another, both in appearance and personality (from what I could guess from their eyes) made me place the bet. They looked like they were scared deep down and I didn't want them to become someone's disgusting toy. I knew I couldn't buy every slave, but I could at least give these two a brighter future than most. Besides, I have been craving other company than those I have known my entire life, aka my guard Kiba. I don't have friends; I am not allowed them, because in my line of work they can easily be used against me unless they have protection to my status as well.

Don't get me wrong, I have had a lot of suitors as well, I am not what you would call plain. I have a larger than average chest, and natural beauty most would die for. Men lust after me and women hate me, but I don't care for I know the men will never have me and the women will never touch me.

Being the daughter of one of the most powerful men in Japan, in the world, has its uplifts.

But back to the two men in front of me, dressed only in a piece of shabby material tied around the waist, as is the uniform for unclaimed slaves, I knew that I wanted them. That I had to have them. Something in their eyes told me that they needed me too.

So I went up there to greet my newly appointed personal slaves, my arm outstretched to grab the chain that connected to both their shackles around their necks. They eyed me wearily as I made a soft purring sound in the back of my throat, my knee length dress rustling as I moved one foot, in a stiletto mind you, more in front of the other as I slowly and softly grabbed their chain. I slowly stepped back bringing them slightly forward with me.

"Come on, darlings," I made my usual husky voice softer as I tried to lull them to me. It worked slightly as they continued to step forward as I took little steps back. It was only when I reached the edge of the stage, not noticing where I was because I was staring into their eyes one at a time, that they came back from their trance. Kiba had yelled a warning at me as the back of my heel hit the edge, making me topple backwards, and with this yell the two men in front of me had started and watched as I fell. I waited for the concrete steps to hit my head, but instead I felt arms around my lower back and arms holding my own arms in a tight grip. My eyes opened to meet onyx and cerulean eyes. They looked worried as well. I smiled softly at them, showing my teeth slightly, as they pulled my up, their hands still resting on me as if I were to topple again. We stared at each other for a moment and I felt something like electricity run through me. The moment was ruined when Kiba came running up to us to see if I were ok, which made the two men shy away from me.

"I'm fine Kiba, thankyou," I watched as my husky voice made all the men in the crowd shudder with lust. I rolled my eyes as I took in the everyday sight. My eyes sought the two men I had just bought. I finally saw them, just to the left of me, side-by-side once again, looking at me wearily just as they had before.

I sighed lightly as I once again picked up their chain I walked slowly backwards trying to get them to walk with me. This time I met little resistance as they came with me willingly, obviously realising I meant no harm, well, at least not as much as those still on the stage just waiting for the chance to grab them again.

I walked to my carriage and opened the door for them. Kiba stood behind me with his arms crossed in front of me, him looking the part of bodyguard with his huge muscles, which I have to admit were pretty impressive, but then again the two men in front of me had probably the same sized muscles maybe even slightly larger, and the black suit. He only wore the black suit to keep up his appearance of being strong and such. When we were back at my mansion he wore normal clothes. His height was about a head or so more than myself, but that's not hard as I was slightly on the small size. The two men in front of me were no different, with the darker haired one about half an inch taller than the blonde one, and they both towered over me with as much as Kiba did. Kiba was the same size as the blonde one, from what I could tell my scrutinizing them swiftly.

I waited for them to slowly walk past and into the carriage. As soon as they entered the carriage I half close the door, and walked back up to the stage with a check book in my hand.

"I believe I owe you 5 million yen?" I asked politely even though I felt like punching this disgusting short fat smelly man in the face, but, alas, I had to keep my temper in check when out in public otherwise it would cause such a fuss in society. I was the 'perfect little daughter'; beautiful in everyway: alluring figure, intriguing voice, larger than usual intelligence, exotic features, and of course the way I could command respect from anyone and everyone who met me. I guess it was just my aura or something, I never actually found out what it was.

"Yes, yes, miss. Was there anything else?" Back to the disgusting excuse of a man in front of me, his greedy eyes on my elegant cursive writing, courtesy of 3 lessons a week for 2 years, on the pale pink check I held in my left hand as I wrote with my right.

"No, that's all. Goodbye sir," as much as it pained me I knew I had to call him sir, just for appearances.

I turned on my heel and walked back with Kiba to the carriage where I knew two men awaited my return.