A/N: Second fanfiction. I don't think this one is going to turn out very good. I'm kinda sorta changing the personality of a charater in this one (not telling who!). He(she) needs to have a dark twist so it works like its suppost to. This might be kinda lemon filled like my last one. Anyway, hope you like. R&R pretty please!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto in any way, shape, or fourm.
Warning: Naughty Stuff will happen at some point!
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The pink haired beauty woke up. The emraled colored orbs danced around the room trying to figure out where she was. Oh, that was right. Every sence she went on that mission with Naruto and Kakashi, everything changed. Out of all the rules she remembered, she didn't remember loosing your purity before marriage was against the rules. She didn't remember that ever being mentioned. But she did remember loosion her viginity that she had been saving for Naruto, or maybe even Sasuke, get tooken away by the foul, ugly Orochimaru.
Now she was in some one's bedroom. She didn't have any clue who. The walls were decorated in some blues and purples from what she could see from the sun shining in through the barred window that didn't let much light in.The heart in her chest started to beat faster. Oh, great, a panic attack. Just what she needed. She remember Tsunade telling her some thing about being owned by a different person. The person that bid the most on you're body then took you home. She didn't need this, what had she done wrong? It wasn't her fault. It wasn't her fault that Orochimaru raped her. It wasn't her fault that sasuke left. None of this was her fault but she was getting punished for it. What was wrong with the world she was living in?
She felt the bouncing heart calm done a little bit inside her chest.
Sitting up, she looked down at her body. She was still clothed, but where had this dress came from? It wasn't at all what she was wearing the day before. Or what she had ever worn. It was a chinese dress dyed purple, black, and blue with some gold. The slits came up abit higher showing the fullness of her legs and her hips. She didn't feel covered. She felt bare. She wasn't wearing anything under the dress. Who had dressed her last night. She looked around the room again. She was on the large King sized bed draped in shades of blues and purples.
When she tried to move from the bed to look at some where else, or some way to get out, she was stopped quick with a chain strapped to her wrist. The pink hair fell down her face as she turned to look over at what was holding her. Why didn't she see this before? She didn't feel anything on her arm. Suddenly, loud footsteps could be heard coming down the hall.
The door opened revieling her captor and her new...master. Oh, how that made her almost gag. Not like she wasn't close to throwing up already. How could some one that was so nice to her before, well besides his wondering eyes, stand before her with a grin on his face. She wanted to scream. She would have done anything to scream, but something caught it in her throat. Insted of screaming like she wished, tears started to pool up in her eyes.
"Shh," he cooed her trying to stop the tears of disgust that fell down her face, "Don't cry. It will ruin your complexion." He low voice came as he walked closer to her. Some of his white hair falling in front of his face.
A/N: Okay, end of first! The swcond will be longer. And you'll also find out who our myster man is. Maybe you already have a guess. Maybe you don't. Review please!