A/n Next chapter up! I don't own Naruto or any of the characters currently in this story.

Hanging up clothes to dry and taking them down again was almost the only time I had outside the complex each day. Thirty four (only three had died in the time I had been here) men meant a lot of washing. Fortunately I was also left alone to do this, though Kabuto made it clear that there were always guards forming a perimeter around the hideout. Most of this time was spent soaking up the sun, living underground had turned my skin to a deathly white and I had to squint to see. At first I had also thought about Konoha, my dead parents, my comrades and friends, were they looking for me? But those thoughts stopped after a while. Wishing for them to come was like wishing for their death.

As I took down a large bed sheet, I forced myself to bite down a gasp though I knew he saw my eyes widen. The Uchiha was standing right in front of me, arms crossed, black eyes staring into my own, analyzing me? His stealth was god-like and I cursed him for it. 'Follow me,' he said simply before turning away from me and casually walking in some direction away from the complex. I quickly folded the linen, placed it in the basket and jogged to catch up with him. Following reasonable orders was also part of my job. We walked for quite some time, surely out of the perimeter and I wondered if Uchiha had planned this. I wondered what he wanted with me, usually the other nins would just pin up a note somewhere. When we stopped we were in the middle of the forest and my curiosity grew, perhaps he wanted to kill me? I smiled at the thought.

He turned around to face me, to analyze me again, looking for the perfect place to scar me I thought. He signaled for my absolute silence and I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact, imagining what would happen next. Katana? Chidori? A vital hit? The silence engulfed both of us. When the suspense became unbearable I slowly began to open my eyes. Uchiha was still in front of me, his eyes were closed too, eyebrows slightly knitted, a frown of concentration on his face. Then I understood. He was searching for followers, witnesses, or anybody for that matter. I was going to decay here and let the tress soak up my nutrients. My body would never be found. 'Sit' he said when he was satisfied we were alone. I did, and to my surprise he did too, leaning against the trunk of a tree. I frowned. If he wasn't going to kill me then what? I shot him a questioning look. He ignored it so we sat in silence. He brought me out here, he can start the conversation.

'Yesterday,' he finally began 'I wanted to ask you something…'

I nodded in recognition. A long silence followed and I wondered why he was so hesitant.

'I need your…' another pause. More silence. His eyes were gazing at a tree across from us, at the intricate details of the bark, avoiding my gaze.

'Just say it,' I said breaking the silence. I had many more chores to finish before nightfall and his hesitance made me uneasy.

'I need your…bodily functions'. It came out awkwardly and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. He led me all the way here, and ensured there were no witnesses to ask me to do what? Clean his room?

'A note would've been adequa-'

'It's not that.' It seemed silence favored us. He released a sigh and shifted his attention to me. I prepared myself for what was next. 'You know about the Uchiha massacre?' I slowly nodded still uncomprehending his intent. 'Itachi and I are the only people alive in this world who have the sharingan. That's excluding Kakashi since it was medically given to him. As an individual, I have one goal and that is to kill my brother. As a clan member however, I have another obligation – that is to pass on our blood limit.' I nodded in understanding, recalling the Hyuuga's early marriages for this reason. 'Orochimaru is of no more use to me now, I have surpassed him and merely waste my time remaining here anymore but my clan obligation is preventing me from hunting down and killing my brother. I need to pass on my family gene, to pass on the sharingan, in case both of us are killed…'

'Then go find some prostitute and pay her some money.' My tone was blunt and uncaring, the way it had been since I submitted to being the maid.

He raised an eyebrow. 'They sleep with too many men, how would I know it's my child?' It was strange hearing "my child" slip out of his mouth, he himself was only seventeen.

'Then find some girl on the street-'

'Not possible, they lack chakra and basic shinobi skills necessary to operate the sharingan.'

'Then a kunoichi from a hidden village?'

'Do you think any village would be willing to just give me one of their kunoichi? I'm a missing nin remember'

'Then what do you want me to do about it?' Silence ensured. His gaze held mine. Oh…

'But my chakra's been dispelled-'

'You've been here for less than six months, with time it'll re-generate. You're plain looking so you don't stand out and your analytical and physical ability is adequate. I'm offering your freedom in return for your services. Orochimaru's in a weak state at the moment. I'll kill him, get us out and you to somewhere safe though that place can't be Konoha. It's merely an agreement.'

Silence again. 'Freedom for my services' huh? Suddenly he stood. 'We need to get back. You can give me an answer later. I trust you can hold your tongue.'

He held my gaze for a moment before leading the way back.

Freedom. Ever since I had arrived at the complex I had always waited for my death, I had stopped dreaming of freedom when I stopped willing my comrades to find me, the word felt foreign. I had prepared myself for death, cut off emotions of happiness, longing and that alike, for eternal peace. I thought I was ready, but since Uchiha's words stirred up such a storm, obviously not. His words had pierced my mind and I hated him for it. I idly swept the hallway ensuring no dust escaped my broom, a perfectionist by nature, contemplating the offer.

I remembered a time in Konoha, in the academy when all the girls, from my grade and the grade below, no, every grade, had gathered outside a specific classroom during class break. Why? Because Hyuuga and Uchiha were in that room, starring each other down. God, all the girls in Konoha would kill to sit next to either of them. And now one of them was asking me to bear his child, Tenten, the girl with the buns, the girl with the weapons, the orphan. The broom clattered to the floor before I realized it had even left my hand. I stood frozen as the dust swirled at the disturbance. No! I had forgotten Konoha! No no no no. I felt panic grip me as nostalgia hit me. Deep breathes, deep breathes. There was no point thinking about Konoha, even Uchiha said there was no way I could go back there. Even so, it seemed death was out of the equation. I cursed the Uchiha again as I continued sweeping.

I forced a smile as a set the plate in front of the nin. He grunted a thanks and I bowed before making my way back towards the kitchen. Because of everyone's varying schedules, dinner was held at different times; this meant on a normal night, I spent about five hours in the kitchen alone. It seemed my decision was based on only one thing now: cooking, washing, cleaning for the rest of my life, or a future of uncertainty and freedom. This place wasn't bad, I was fed, protected and sheltered but it sapped away my energy, vitality. I wanted to feel the rush of adrenaline again, the air rushing past me as a leaped from branch to branch, the whistle and satisfying thud of throwing a weapon.

I was only nineteen though. Way too young to have a child by social standards, I wondered if Uchiha had considered this. I was ready to leave, but was I ready for motherhood? Uneasiness flooded through me at the thought and I looked down at my abdomen. Accepting his offer would make me nothing more than a prostitute, dirt. But given the choice of now or never? The decision was clear.

'Egg noodle soup!'

'Hai' I called out, a feeling of anticipation which I hadn't felt for three months coursing through me. I would make the best egg noodle soup this guy had ever tasted. Who knew? It might be his last.

There was a single knock on my door and a second later, Uchiha came into view.

'I'll do it.' He nodded as if he knew that would've been my answer. I cursed him again.

A/n and there's the plot. should i put a lemon in? thanks to fanggirl002 for encouraging words too.