"… So, you're basically selling me to the Uchiha family!" stated the young brunette angrily, standing up from her seat in the living room.
I can't fucking believe it! I'm being SOLD! And to the Uchiha family, no less! Sure, they're the most powerful family in existence, with power and contacts everywhere –they even have their own mafia! And I'm being sold to them?! SOLD?! And, to top it all off, they live in Konohagakure! That's a whole village away from here; from Hanagakure.
Her mother glared at her, and her father looked pained.
"We can't afford you, Tora," stated her mother. "Now that your father's company has gone bankrupt, your father and I can no longer stay in this house. In addition, we cannot afford to look after you. So, we've decided to sell you to the Uchiha family. They'll do with you what they will."
The girl narrowed her dark brown eyes at her parents. She knew this was her mother's decision. Her father did truly love her, but he was too easily influenced by her mother. The girl was furious.
"You never really think of me, do you?" she hissed. "You always try to make things convenient for yourselves." She closed her eyes, and then looked down at them coldly. "I suppose I have no choice in this matter. Fine, whatever, I don't care. I just hope the Uchihas are better people than you."
Her mother stood up and slapped her, causing her face to turn violently to the side. She slowly turned her face back around and glared back.
"Tora! How dare you speak to us like that?!" hissed her mother. Tora glared harder.
"Like what? Now that you've sold me, I can speak to you however the fuck I want, bitch!" she snapped. Her mother slapped her again.
"Pack your bags. Get everything you own. I don't want to see anything of yours around, anymore. Fugaku Uchiha is coming to pick you up in three hours," she commanded.
Three hours?! Thanks a lot for the warning, Mother. Tora thought bitterly.
She then smirked evilly at her mother.
"Rot in hell, Mother," she said with an exaggerated fake smile. Her mother gasped in horror. Her father sighed sadly.
"You know I don't want to give you up. You're my baby. I had no choice, though. Besides, I don't want you to suffer... The Uchihas are good people, you know. They will look after you," he reassured. Her mother scoffed. Tora smiled faintly at her father, before changing her facial expression to a very cold one.
"I understand," was all she said. She walked up to her bedroom and began packing.
It took her about an hour to get cleaned up and dressed, and just under two hours to pack everything she owned.
She was wearing a red tank top, which showed the straps of her black bra, and hugged her voluptuous breasts and small waist. She also wore a pair of black jean shorts, which ended just above her knees, snugly fitted around her small but womanly hips and thighs. She had put on a black cardigan, which hung loosely around her frame, and had slipped on a pair of black ankle socks so that her black converses would feel more comfortable when she slipped those on after them.
Her snow white skin contrasted heavily with her delicate, shapely black eyebrows and black eyelashes, making her look like the beautiful but evil Snow Queen. Her lips were full and red, adding to her beauty. Tora Kazama was a beautiful girl.
However, she still felt the need to coat her eye line with black liquid eyeliner, and her red lips with an even darker red lipstick.
Her nails were painted neon green, contrasting with her attire, but (as usual) Tora didn't care.
In fact, Tora wasn't aware that she was beautiful –as most of the beautiful female protagonists in stories aren't. In fact, at times, Tora could be convinced that she was rather ugly. Not that she really cared, though.
Tora picked up her black 'Bleach' backpack when she heard the doorbell ring.
She could faintly hear her mother's shrill voice greeting the guest with her usual fake kindness whenever they had company. She heard her father's gruff yet polite voice follow up her mother's in a greeting. Then, she heard the unfamiliar male voice of the guest. It was a stern, cold voice, with a polite undertone.
She heard the three of them walk up the stairs to her bedroom and open the door.
"Tora, Fugaku Uchiha is here, sweetie!" crooned her mother, her fake voice sickening Tora to no end. She then immediately went for the suitcases, giving her husband a meaningful look. Tora's father reluctantly joined in.
I like her better when she's a bitch, thought Tora as she refrained from rolling her eyes at her mother's fake behaviour. Fugaku Uchiha nodded in greeting.
"Hello, Tora," he greeted. Tora nodded back.
"Uchiha-san," she replied, her voice betraying some of the annoyance she felt at being bought. Fugaku ignored it, and instead followed her parents' examples and hauled her suitcases downstairs. With an angry sigh, Tora then joined in and took her suitcases down.
Once they were all loaded in the car, Fugaku got into the car and nodded at Tora, giving her time to say goodbye to her parents.
She turned around to face her father, who was clearly holding back tears.
"I love you, my baby girl," he choked out. Tora held in her own tears, her eyes shining with sorrow.
"I love you, Dad. I'll miss you…" she said, and hugged him. He hugged her back.
"We will meet again. I promise. As soon as I get things up and running again, I'll come to see you… But, nothing will ever be the same again…" he whispered. Tora nodded.
"I understand… And, if you ever make a decision about you-know-what, let me know. I'll support you. I promise," she whispered back. They broke apart, sparing each other one last sorrowful smile, before she turned to her mother with a cold, hard look.
"Goodbye, Mother," was all she said. She didn't want to say anything else. Tora had nothing else to say to this woman; her step-mother. She really never understood what her father saw in Cho Kazama. After Tora's real mother had died, her father had slightly lost it. He went straight for her mother's best friend's insane cousin.
"Goodbye, Tora!" replied Cho with a fake smile; obviously, she was trying to impress Fugaku.
Tora hugged her father, Ryo Kazama, one last time.
"Bye, Daddy. We will meet again," she said firmly. Her father smiled weakly and nodded.
"Bye, baby girl…" he whispered as she walked to the other side of the car.
Tora opened the door of the passenger's seat. She got in and closed the door, buckling her seat-belt. She waved to her father as Fugaku drove out of the driveway, and out of sight.
With a sigh, she leaned back against the seat. Fugaku glanced at her emotionlessly.
"Tora, I don't think your parents had informed you of the other part of the decision, so I'll tell you myself," he started. She nodded, not looking at him. At the moment, Tora didn't really care. She was pretty exhausted from all the packing, and depressed that she probably wouldn't see her father in a while.
"When you were sold to the Uchiha family, you were sold with the intention of being the personal servant of one of the family members. More specifically, my youngest son's personal servant. Sasuke is only a few months older than you, so you're in the same year group. You'll be attending your last year of high school with him at Konoha High School," he informed, ignoring the girl as her jaw dropped. They were silent for a few seconds.
"WHAT?!" the brunette finally yelled. Fugaku paid no attention to her outburst.
"Your room will be joined to Sasuke's with only that one door, meaning you'll have to pass through his room to get to your own," he continued. Tora sighed in frustration.
"Not that it'll make any difference, but I think buying and selling human beings is wrong. And, to make matters worse, you've taken away my right to privacy… Especially since you're connecting my room with a boy's!" she muttered, voicing her views. Fugaku sighed and glanced at her.
"You're right, it makes no difference," he said simply. The two fell silent again, and Fugaku turned back to the wheel.
How on earth can I tell the girl it was her mother's decision? I offered to take in the girl for free. Her mother refused, though. She insisted that I pay. I demanded a reason, and her mother revealed her husband's company's bankruptcy. Now, I would have offered to do something about that, but the look in her eyes told me that she also wanted to get rid of the girl. So, I truthfully told her that I only paid for humans when I bought servants. Of course, her mother was ecstatic and told me to take her as a servant. She then raised the price by telling me to take her as a personal servant, thought Fugaku, glancing at the brunette. She was staring out the window, looking emotionless. Every now and again, she'd spot something interesting and her eyes would shine with interest for a split-second, before being replaced with that emotionless look again. Fugaku held in a sigh.
In normal situations, I would have said no, and threatened the woman for her insolence and persistence. But, I felt sorry for the girl… If she was that unwanted by her own family, she should be taken elsewhere. And Sasuke was in need of a new personal servant, anyways. He'd never been too good with them. Tora is obviously unique. Most people are intimidated by me; she doesn't seem to care that I'm the Head of the most powerful family and corporations in the world. So, really, she was in this predicament because of that awful mother of hers. The father genuinely seemed to care, and wanted to protest when her mother proposed such things… But, at the same time, he didn't want her to suffer through his bankruptcy. Fugaku thought as he glanced down at the brunette again. She had fallen asleep. Fugaku chuckled quietly; she was frowning in her sleep. Fugaku frowned suddenly.
I wonder why the Kazama family suddenly went bankrupt. I've known Ryo Kazama in the business world since he joined. Even though I don't know him, I can tell he wouldn't be stupid with his job. He's always been careful with money and with his responsibilities. I have a feeling Cho Kazama is the reason… She obviously has her husband wrapped around her finger. I'll send some of the underground boys to investigate. I'll ask Orochimaru –he's the best at these things. Ah, we're here. Fugaku drove up to a massive, heavily guarded house. He took out a small remote from his pocket and pressed the button. The gates opened, and Fugaku drove in, pressing the button again to close the gates.
He stopped the car right in front of the house. His beautiful wife, Mikoto, walked out with a smile. Fugaku got out of the car, and smirked at her as they embraced.
"Hello, darling," she greeted in her kind voice. Fugaku kissed her gently.
"Hello, love," he replied. They looked at the sleeping girl in the car. Fugaku looked back at Mikoto.
"We'll get the servants to take these up to the room adjoined to Sasuke's. Let her sleep for a bit more; this was a lot to take in," he decided. Mikoto smiled at her husband and nodded.
As gruff and arrogant as Fugaku seemed to most adults, she knew he was in fact a kind-hearted man. Especially when it came to kids.
Mikoto went inside and gathered up three of the maids and three of the butlers, and supervised them as they hauled Tora's suitcases to her new bedroom. Once they had done so, Mikoto dismissed them back to their own duties.
Mikoto knew the situation with Tora, but she was determined to treat her as part of the family. Also, deep inside, Mikoto was worried about her youngest son, Sasuke.
Sasuke only ever slept with girls, and he never dated and never had fallen in love. Mikoto found this worrying. Itachi, too, had slept around, but he had at least dated a few times, and he now had a serious girlfriend. He was in love, and very happy.
Sasuke used women like tissues; throwing them away whenever he was done with them. Mikoto knew there was a reason Sasuke was a little dark, but didn't know the reason itself. Only Fugaku and Itachi knew of this reason… She still didn't think there was an excuse to behave the way he did. She was genuinely concerned.
Mikoto was hoping Tora could change him.
After all, she was the first female to be his personal servant… And the only female his age in the house.
Mikoto walked outside to the car, where Fugaku was just leaning against the car's hood. She walked over to him.
"Still asleep, I see…" she said with a soft giggle. Fugaku nodded with a smirk.
Finally, Tora began to stir. Fugaku and Mikoto noticed this, and turned around and opened her door.
Tora's eyes fluttered open, and she brought her hand up to her eyes, shielding them from the sunlight.
"Too… Bright…" she murmured drowsily. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. She waited a minute or so, before sitting up, her eyes now adjusted to the light.
It was only then that she noticed Fugaku standing outside the car with the door opened, and with a beautiful woman standing next to him. Clearly, this was his wife. Tora undid her seat belt and got out of the car, wobbling slightly as the affects of sleep still hadn't worn off. She looked back at the car and frowned. All the suitcases were gone.
"They're upstairs," said Fugaku, answering her silent question. "Welcome to the Uchiha Manor." He smirked, though in a nice way, and went inside. Tora looked at the woman.
"Hello, Tora," she greeted, a lovely smile on her face. "I'm Mikoto Uchiha, Fugaku's wife, and the mother of Itachi and Sasuke."
Tora smiled faintly. This woman was too nice to snap at. Tora would die of guilt if she snapped at her.
"Nice to meet you…" she replied quietly. Itachi and Sasuke, huh…? Well, Sasuke's the dude I'm supposed to be working for. Itachi must be his older brother.
Tora yawned again. Mikoto giggled softly.
"Come on, Tora. I'll show you to your room," she said kindly. Tora blinked and nodded, following the older woman inside.
She gasped at the elegance and beauty of the halls. There were mirrors and paintings placed neatly on the walls, and tables here and there with flowers. There were even mini-chandeliers in the hallway!
Upon reaching the stairs, Mikoto smiled at Tora.
"I'm sure you've been told by Fugaku that your room is adjoined to Sasuke's… Sasuke is a good boy. He can be hard to take, and a little rough, but he's a good boy. Please don't judge him for his occasional stupidity," she said, her voice almost pleading. Tora nodded dumbly. Mikoto was too nice to refuse! Mikoto beamed and led her up the stairs and turned right. She walked to the first door and opened it.
Tora followed Mikoto in and her eyes widened. It was massive.
This was obviously Sasuke's room. The wall was full of dark posters from various metal bands, rock bands, horror movies and actions movies. A few video game posters placed here and there. There were three doors. Two on the left from where Tora was standing. One was a walk-in closest, and the other was a bathroom. The bed was king-sized with black covers.
There was a massive shelf filled with books, comic books, video games and DVDs.
The floor wasn't completely messy, but there were a few clothes discarded here and there.
To the right of where Tora was standing was the door to her room. Mikoto led her to it and opened the door, going inside. Tora gulped before following her.
Her eyes widened even more than they had when she'd come into Sasuke's room, and she gasped loudly.
Her room was almost as big as Sasuke's. Her suitcases were on her lavender carpet floor, waiting to be unpacked. Her walls were painted a much lighter lavender, and she had a single bed with deep purple covers. She had a study desk in the corner where she could attach her laptop and i-Station. There was a massive shelf where she would place all her manga, books, video games, DVDs and little decorations.
She noticed she also had a walk-in closet, and her own bathroom.
Even though she was a servant, she felt like a god.
She smiled faintly at Mikoto.
"Thank you for your kindness," she said gratefully. Mikoto beamed.
"I'm glad you like your room. I'll leave you to unpack. Sasuke is at school right now and Itachi is at work. Itachi should be back soon, and Sasuke won't be back for at least three hours… So, take all the time you need to get ready," she said with her kind smile. Tora nodded.
"Thanks," she replied. Mikoto smiled again before leaving.
Tora unpacked everything, and placed her suitcases at the back of the walk-in closet. She took off her shoes, and put them with all her others.
She went into the bathroom, where she had her own washing machine and dryer, and took off her clothes, and placed them into the washing machine.
She first took a long shower, properly washing herself. She finished just after the washing had finished, and then put them into the dryer. She then wrapped a towel around herself, and went into her walk-in closet.
She slipped on her black undergarments, and then went back to her room. There was a dresser on the other side of her room with a mirror. She'd unloaded her make-up and vanity products to there.
She blow-dried her hair, and applied a thick layer of black eyeliner, and a thin coat of dark red lipstick.
She then went back into her closet, and picked out her outfit.
She chose a pair of black skinny jeans with red flats, and a very tight red tank top. She slipped on a black long-sleeved fishnet shirt over it, and then walked back to the bathroom. Her clothes were dry.
She took them out of the dryer and put them in their places.
She walked over to her bed and sat on the edge.
The door opened, and a very good-looking man walked in. He was older than her by at least five years, and looked a lot like Fugaku. Tora immediately realised he was Itachi. He smirked at her, though in a friendly way.
"You must be Tora Kazama. I'm Itachi Uchiha. Nice to meet you," he greeted. Tora nodded.
"Nice to meet you, too," she replied. Itachi hesitated for a moment before speaking again.
"I'm sure Mother has already said this to you, but try to be patient with Sasuke… He's a little rough around the edges, but he's a good kid," he said. Tora nodded with a shrug.
"I don't know him, so I can't judge," she said, but inside, she was confused. They're really making me nervous about meeting Sasuke. Sure, they're saying he's a good guy, but they're also implying that he acts like a bit of a jerk… I'm still pissed off about being sold like a piece of meat at a market, but after meeting Fugaku, Mikoto (especially Mikoto, she was really nice!) and Itachi, I was encouraged. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. But, now, meeting Sasuke… I'm not too sure about it.
"Don't be put off by our warnings," said Itachi, almost as if he could read her mind. "Just try to think about them."
He smirked once more, and then left.
Mikoto came in soon after.
"Sasuke's here. Come meet him in the living room, Tora. He's brought some friends, too," she said, a little excited. Tora took a deep breath. She had no reason to be nervous. She had to remember who she was; she was tougher than that. She smiled strongly at Mikoto and followed her out, closing both her room door, and Sasuke's room door, as they walked down the stairs. Mikoto turned right, into a massive room. Obviously, this was the living room.
Fugaku stood facing Mikoto and Tora, and the backs of four guys could be seen.
"Ah, there she is," announced Fugaku. "I'll let you get acquainted."
Tora put on her best emotionless face, not wanting to betray any emotions. Mikoto smiled and left with Fugaku. The four guys turned around.
Tora looked at them one by one, looking completely emotionless and unafraid.
One was a lazy-looking guy with tied-up, spiked brown hair. He had ear-studs in his ears, and was wearing lazy dark blue jeans with black vans and a dark blue long-sleeved shirt.
The boy next to him had messy brown hair, and red tattoos on his face. He wore a pair of black simple jeans with black vans and a brown long-sleeved shirt.
The guy next to him had blonde hair, and was wearing a pair of black jeans with black-and-orange vans, and a bright orange long-sleeved shirt. He had blue eyes and whiskers on his face.
The last guy had a cold face, and was wearing black jeans with black vans and a black long-sleeved shirt. He had raven hair and onyx eyes. Tora could immediately tell who this was. This was Sasuke Uchiha.
"Hey, Tora-chan!" grinned the blonde boy. "I'm Naruto Uzumaki! Glad to meet you! I can't believe you're this teme's servant!"
"Shut up, dobe," snapped Sasuke. He looked at me coldly. "I assume you know who I am?"
Tora suddenly felt annoyed at his arrogance. So, she decided to do what she does best. Act like a total bitch.
"Nope, I'm afraid not. You don't look like anyone of any importance to me," she said, obviously faking a smile. Sasuke glared at her, almost making her flinch, but she kept her cool. The brunettes chuckled, along with Naruto.
"I'm Kiba Inuzuka. You're the first person outside our group to ever stand up to him –aside from his family, of course!" said one of them. She shrugged; People with shit attitudes weren't new to Tora. She'd faced lots of them.
"I'm Shikamaru Nara. Pleasure," greeted the other. She nodded in greeting.
"Cool. Nice to meet you; Naruto, Shikamaru, Kiba and No Name," she said nonchalantly. Sasuke narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"I'd be careful, if I were you," he hissed. Tora looked into his eyes without a trace of fear.
"You're not me," she replied simply. He glanced at his friends, who sighed.
"Geez, teme, don't do anything stupid. She's a good person, dattebayo!" said Naruto.
"Yeah, be good," mocked Kiba. Shikamaru smirked.
The three left for their own homes, leaving Tora and Sasuke alone in the living room. Sasuke looked her up and down as she looked at the door through which his friends had just left.
He hated to admit it, but she was seriously hot –and absolutely beautiful. And, she was totally different to the girls from school. However, Sasuke being Sasuke, he couldn't accept that she dared to speak to him so insolently.
"Watch how you speak to me, woman," he sneered. He was infuriated when she merely shrugged. His hand clasped around her throat, surprising her. She choked as she tried to pry his fingers off. He was surprised when she tried self-defence techniques. He assumed she was a skilled fighter. He inwardly smirked.
He was definitely a better fighter, though, because he was the best. The techniques didn't work against him and he didn't release her.
"You work for me," he reminded her dangerously. "So, be a good little servant and obey me… Here are my rules…"
Tora looked into his eyes angrily, her eyes screaming her defiance. Sasuke smirked.
"At school, you and I do not know each other. Don't speak to me unless I speak to you. You and I will not go anywhere together. You only work for me at home. Nothing else, no other ties," he hissed. Tora narrowed her eyes.
"I wouldn't want to speak to a jerk like you, anyway," she croaked, struggling to breath. Sasuke pushed her down, releasing his hold on her throat.
"You've been warned," he sneered. Tora stood and glared intensely.
"If I were you, I'd watch yourself, too," she hissed. "I'm not someone you want as an enemy."
Sasuke looked at her coldly.
"You're not my enemy; you're my servant," he sneered. Tora glared harder, before looking at him coldly again.
"Asshole," was all she said as she turned and left the room.
Sasuke stared after her as she left… More like, stared at her ass as she walked away. He smirked to himself.
I really want to bang her… he thought, and then frowned. Why aren't I forcing her then? He was confused, but he decided in the end that he was just impressed with her attitude. He'd get her, eventually… He just wanted to watch her crack slowly, and submit to him. He smirked again.
He owned her already, he knew that. He just wanted her to feel that he owned her, and to know that he owned her. And, by the time he was done with her, she definitely would.
Tora stormed into her room and kicked off her shoes. She placed them into her closet and quickly changed into her neon green pyjamas, before jumping straight into bed.
She was absolutely furious at Sasuke. He was such a jerk! So full of himself… Ugh, he made her feel sick. And, to think she belonged to him.
Tora felt herself hating Cho Kazama more and more. She sighed as she thought of her father.
Ryo Kazama was her favourite person in the world. She missed him a lot. She was a total daddy's girl. Cho Kazama just held him back from it all…
Tears came to Tora's eyes and poured down her cheeks. The last thought she had was of a different woman.
Her real mother… And with that last thought, Tora drifted off into a deep slumber.