A/N: This is the third (proper) installment in my AU about the demon vessels in Naruto's world.

It's going to be difficult to follow along if you haven't read at least the second story first. But I'll try to make everything as clear as possible for those who haven't read my work before.

This starts two years after the end of the last story. I also should tell you that this fic will be darker and less "happy-go-lucky" than the others simply because the main focus of the story is on two of the more darker characters of "Naruto."

The order of the stories are as follows:

1) Finding Myself In You

2) Something to Come Home To

2.5) Only For You

3) Shattered

Disclaimer: This is fanfiction…I don't own "Naruto."

Prologue

Footsteps echoed hollowly as the slim figure of a woman strode resolutely through the corridor. Her gait wasn't hurried, but an aura of impatience and anxiousness surrounded her. The hitai-ate that marked her as a Suna shinobi slanted over her forehead and covered her right eye. Pure white hair fell over her other eye for a second before she pushed it away with a tanned hand.

Her cousin teased her unmercifully for having white hair at the tender age of twenty-four.

Her hands found their way into the deep pockets at her hips as she kept walking. The familiar weight of her katana rested against her back and the shuriken on her obi gleamed dully in the bleak light of the corridor. Today she dressed herself in a simple dark purple kimono under a black hakama and the black sandals given to all Suna ninja.

Her cousin also teased her relentlessly about her old-fashioned way of dressing.

The woman closed her eyes and sighed. She didn't have to watch where she stepped; nor did she need the candle her cousin gave her to light the way. She took this route to the prisoner's cell many times before and would no doubt take the lonely journey again and again for years to come. It was her duty to visit the prisoner three times a week.

She stopped in front of a metal door and placed her hand on the cool surface. After sending a small pulse of chakra into the door, it slid open with an almost inaudible hiss. The woman stepped inside the room and turned on the single lamp that sat on a table by the door. She heard the door close and sighed again. If things went well, then she wouldn't have to stay for more than fifteen minutes.

Ignoring the man chained to the bed on the far side of the room, she went through the tasks of cleaning the rather large cell. She turned to a bank of computers and pressed on a few keys to print out the data she needed. As the sheets were printing, she turned to the task of cleaning the man himself.

Although a cloth covered in binding seals lay over the top half of his face and his breathing remained even, she knew that her charge was somewhat conscious of what was going on. As she worked, she fell back on the habit that started when she first began taking care of this dangerous man.

"Lilith entered the Academy today," she began. Pulling a basin of water closer to her, she started to bathe her captive. "She's only six-years-old, but she's now in the Ninja Academy. Kina and Gaara were so proud of her. Even though they made her wait a year before they let her join, they were proud. The twins are already whining about when it'll be their turn to go."

The man didn't make a sound, but she felt his muscles tense at the mention of Suna's Kazekage. The woman acknowledged the reaction and continued to run a damp cloth over his body.

"Shikamaru and Temari are coming for a visit," she continued. "They're bringing their children. I think Naruto and a few others are coming as well. Lilith's excited to see her uncles again. The twins are excited too. After all, they don't get to see their Uncle Sasuke as much as they'd like to."

As soon as she whispered the name of the Uchiha, the man in her arms began to thrash. She smirked sadistically as she was "forced" to straddle the man and pin his arms to his sides with her knees. Her long black hair fell onto the man's bared chest as she leaned over to whisper in his ear.

"Everyone's excited to see Sasuke's new son, too," the body pressed against hers stilled in shock. "Did I forget to tell you? Sakura gave birth last month and they're finally coming to visit."

The man's thrashing became more violent and the woman gleefully rode out the worst of it. Bruises formed on his wrists where the chains bit into his skin and surrounded the flesh where the woman's fingers held him.

"He's happy," she smiled. The man beneath her was frowning and she saw that he was struggling to say something. It was a shame that the binding jutsu he was in—along with all of the drugs that swam in his system—prevented him from speaking clearly. The woman was surprised, but not shocked, when the prisoner opened his mouth and croaked one word.

"Ana…"

The woman's eyes narrowed and her grip on him tightened. Her visible eye flashed bright purple and she sneered at the man under her. She ripped the binding cloth from his eyes and stared down at him with utter hate in her gaze.

"Never call me that ever again!" she growled. She backhanded him and grinned when she felt his cheekbone fracture. "That is not my name! You know what my name is—use it!"

"Jocelyn..." the man croaked once more.

"That's better," she smiled. As suddenly as her temper reared its head, it was gone. She tenderly took the man's chin and turned him so that she could look into his eyes. Her other hand came up to heal the damage she caused. Jocelyn's purple gaze met that of her prisoner and she felt herself pulled into the black depths of his eyes.

"He's happy," she repeated. The man's body bucked once, but she kept him still with her weight on his abdomen. She ignored the way his eyes flashed to red twice and finished healing him. She continued to stare at him and smiled. "He's happy and he's moved on. Now it's you who can't let go of the past."

Jocelyn's eye began to glow bright purple once more and the man's body started to relax. His breathing began to even out again and his eyelids began to lower. His glare didn't lessen in the least, but she felt the fight go out of him a bit at a time and smirked.

She waited for him to say the one thing he always did when she visited him.

"Please…Jocelyn…"

Jocelyn caressed the man's chest and rested her hands against his cheeks. She swept down and lightly kissed him on the lips. Her smirk widened a bit when he tried to respond, but couldn't. She ignored the sound he made when she pulled away and kissed her way to his ear.

He waited for her to say the one thing that kept him sane.

"Damn you…you're the only one who can shatter me."

Jocelyn's smile became bittersweet as he let out a breath and relaxed completely under her. She felt her jutsu take over his mind and rested her head against his. She drew the binding cloth once more over his eyes and reluctantly climbed off of his still form.

Eight years…she thought as she pulled the blankets up to cover him.

For eight years, they continued their strange relationship. For the first six years, she played the role of the prisoner; she was the one who waited in a cell for him to come. Now for the last two, everything was reversed. He waited impatiently for her; he was the one with chains around his body.

For eight years, they'd shattered each other's souls and fiercely gathered the jagged pieces to their hearts.

Jocelyn knew that this—what ever this was—couldn't be healthy for her. She should talk to Gaara, her cousin, anyone, to get her out of the never ending cycle of loathing and need she had for her prisoner. But she couldn't. She couldn't bring herself to let anyone else have the authority to care for him. "Anyone else" couldn't do what she did. "Anyone else" wouldn't bend the rules and forget the Kazekage's mandate.

Her orders couldn't be clearer: keep him healthy; keep him contained; and most of all…

Keep him in a coma.

Jocelyn's hands shook as she gathered the papers she printed up earlier. There were only three people in the world that could keep the prisoner comatose. And although she trusted the other two with her life, she knew it was her duty to watch over the prisoner. After all, Kina and Sasuke both had families of their own to care for.

Jocelyn had no family besides her cousin and her friends.

The dark-haired woman turned to stare at the sleeping man in the cell. Before the door closed, she whispered once more.

"Damn you, Uchiha Itachi."

A/N:

Okay, so that's just the start of the fic and already it's very dark and complicated. Those who've read my work before know that I can get very dark and complicated. Also, those who've read my work know that I update pretty regularly, but that won't be the case this time. Sorry.

Please review and tell me what you think.