So I started writing this my sophomore year of high school. That was 2000…..4? No. 2008. I was way off… But anyway I never finished this story for whatever reason. I'm now a Freshman in college and I started reading it and was like hmm…I'd like to finish but first I need to revise this…I don't like how I wrote it.

So this is my revised and hopefully finished version of I'll Stay with You. I'll be posting the revised chapters individually as I finish them. (College takes up a lot of my time.)

Thanks to everyone that had read and given me feedback. You're the main reason I continued to write and why I'm working to finish it.

Ido notown Naruto or any of the characters from the series. I only own this plot and my own original characters.

Chapter 1

It was a small trading center of a town. Few people lived there. It was more of a resting place for travelers and merchants than a home. Those who did live there were owned the businesses. Looking from the outside in, it would seem like a peaceful place with kind people. It was, save for one girl's home. It wasn't even a home to her. It was a prison. Her uncle owned an inn and she worked for him in exchange for a home in the attic.

"Get those dishes done and quit lazing around, you stupid bitch!" Meet Kaimaru, the richest man in town. People liked him for his manners and his sense of humor. Hana, on the other hand, experienced the side of him no one saw. If she wasn't being screamed at for not doing five jobs simultaneously, she was being reminded of how pathetic and worthless she was.A dish smashed to pieces on the wall just above her head. She held in her yelp and shielded her head from the scattering bits of glass, her arms taking the scratches for her face."Now clean that up! Then hurry up and finish those dishes, you freeloading tramp!"

Hana did what she was told, with no contest. Talking back in any way would get her a few more bruises she didn't want. This was a normal thing for her anyway. She was used to her uncle's frequent rampages. She sighed as she dropped the fragments of glass into the garbage bin by the sink. She was sick and tired of this. She wanted to run away, to leave, but where would she go? There was no one else and nowhere else to run to. At this point, it didn't really matter. She would go anywhere now. She needed to get away from this place. She was tired of being verbally abused and threatened every day of her life. She was tired of being around filthy, trashy men who made crude jokes about her and made suggestive gestures when she'd serve them. She was tired of being treated like one of her uncle's prostitutes, who were the main reason he was so rich. Kaimaru would threaten to sell her one day. Every day, she grew more afraid that her uncle would keep his promise.

Then one night, her nightmare came true.

The inn was especially busy. Hana was working twice as hard to keep up with the pace of things. She was the only dishwasher, and one of the few waitresses. She came out of the kitchen with a tray of food, heading for a table in the corner of the dining room.

"Here's your meal, gentlemen," she said politely to the men sitting at the table. There were five of them, and although they were well-dressed, none of them seemed like gentlemen. In fact, they seemed more piggish then her usual customers.

The man closest to her smirked. He said "Thanks, beautiful," and winked at her. Hana nodded respectfully and turned to leave, but was stopped by a hand that reached out and grabbed her arm. She turned around, flustered.

"Yes?"

"There's something else I'd like to ask of you," he said with a cocky grin on his face.

"What is it, sir? And will you please let go of me?" She tried to pull away but he didn't let go. Instead he stood up, leaned in and whispered into her ear, "Well, I noticed how lovely you are and was hoping you could give me and my friends some company for the night. We have a lot of money."

Hana was disgusted, but tried not to be disrespectful. It would anger her uncle.

"I'm just a waitress, sir. Now please let go of me." She managed to get her arm free but before she could away, she was yanked back.

"I don't care who you are. I just want to see your price tag." The man reached around and grabbed her rear end. "I promise you'll love it."

Out of pure shock and reflex, Hana slapped him across the face. "Don't you touch me like that," she hissed, glaring at him. "It's clear who's for sale here and who's not. Find someone else." At that, she turned and walked away, leaving the shocked group of men behind. Her stomach ached as she pushed through the door to the kitchen. Damn it… You stupid idiot! Why would you-

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

Hana didn't answer. She didn't have anything to say. She just kneeled and held her burning red cheek.

"ANSWER ME!"

"Uncle…" Hana whispered. "Those men-"

"Those men are my customers, you bitch! You treat them with respect and you do what they ask you. Don't you ever think for a second that you deserve any respect from them!"

Hana said nothing. She knew he was right… It had been a few weeks since her uncle's last drunken rampage. It was past due.

"YOU ARE NOTHING! DO YOU HEAR ME? NOTHING!YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR GOOD-FOR-NOTHING-FATHER AND WHORE MOTHER. TRASH!"

Hana's eyes stayed on the floor as she took the abuse in cold silence. It would stop soon…

"You know what?" growled the monster hovering over her. "I'm going to put you to good use for once." Hana's eyes hot up and saw the look in his eyes.

No… He wouldn't…