Before you read: I'm nervous about this chapter. I shouldn't have put it up until I was sure of it. All of this is unbeta'd. I am happy to take any words of advise and tell me if people get too OOC. THANK YOU!

Disclaimer: 'Tachi owns Naru. Not me.

Author's Note: I lied.

Planned on Sasuke PV this chapter and Naru the next. Then there could be smut that would work with the timeline. But, Naruto was calling me and I like him better than Sasuke right now. So, I semi-swear smut will be in the forth if I can't fit it in any earlier. Hopefully, you can bear with me for that long.

Warnings: Abuse, slight BDSM, Naruto is OOC when he's in a scene FYI (Sorry, he can't be saucy and rambunctious when he needs to be obeying his master.)

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((Naruto's thoughts and memories))

I can't remember why I was attracted to Sasuke. Sure, he's pretty but that isn't much of a reason. His personality wasn't all that great, either. He had money, but I don't care about that kind of stuff. The only thing I can think of that would have appealed him to me was his possessiveness. The idea of being absolutely physically and emotionally ownedappealed greatly to me. Being able to trust someone to take all of my burdens away was a hard step for me but it was something I wanted. Needed. Sasuke wasn't able to provide that, though. He was just abusive, not dominating.

At first, he was an okayboyfriend. He took me out every now and then and we occasionally kissed. Then, while the jackoff was searching MY room, he found my stash. He figured that since it was evident that I was into BDSM that he would be so generous as to bring that element into our relationship. And apparently, in Sasuke's mind, being a proper master meant being a total dick all the time. I mean all the time, not just during sessions. He'd order me around, telling me to make dinner or clean his bathroom like I was a fucking maid. God, he pissed me off so bad. But I couldn't do anything about it since he was bigger and stronger than me and he made sure that I knew it.

But the one thing that got to me the most was the name calling. Don't get me wrong, when I have sex, I don't mind the names. Hell, it even helps me get to where I want to be. But I won't stand for it outside of a session. When I'm having sex I'm in a different mind frame. I know that my lover is just saying the names; I understand that he doesn't mean them. It's just a heat of the moment type of thing. But when someone is deliberately calling me a slut or something of the sort in a day to day situation, it hurts. It hurts because I know that they have time to think about their words but say it anyway. Sasuke didn't seem to care about my feelings.

I have excuse for not leaving him. I could say that I was afraid of what he might do since everyday that I was with him I could see his sanity disintegrating more and more. But I knew I was stronger than that. I just couldn't bring myself to hurt him. If I was to leave and Sasuke broke down I could never forgive myself. It wasn't his fault he acted this way; he didn't know any better.

At least that's what I told myself. Truth was he didknow better. Sasuke was just a half-crazy bastard and nothing I could do would fix that. So I was gone after four months of his shit and all I left was a business card for a reputable therapist.

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I've been on my own since I could remember. My mom died in childbirth and my dad died before I turned one in the line of duty. My brother, Kyuubi, who was nineteen at the time, adopted me. I still think that that was the worst thing that has ever happened to me, Sasuke included.

I don't remember Kyuubi well; I was only three the last time I saw him. I'm grateful for that, though. When I was three I was taken into a rundown orphanage in downtown Kohona. The details of why weren't made real clear to me since I was so young and when I grew old enough to understand, I didn't want to know. What was clear to me, though, was that Kyuubi was a serial killer. He targeted teenage girls in Kohona. Raped, tortured and killed them. He had gotten caught before he could do anything to the fifth girl he had taken.

I thoroughly hated him for ruining my childhood. It was his fault that I was never adopted; everyone knew about Kyuubi. Considered the Namikaze name tainted with the blood of a killer. I blamed him for all of the hate and disregard I had received from most adults. I used to hate him for scarring me; he had carved six lines in my face. But I forgave him for that. I mean, the marks had, after all, attracted me to Itachi. Nonetheless, when I turned sixteen and got emancipated the first thing that I did was change my last name to Uzumaki so I could free myself from the burden of the Namikaze name.

Then came the hard part. No one wanted to hire someone with no experience, and I needed to find somewhere to live or I'd be on the streets. I had gotten a job at a rundown ramen stand. The old man couldn't really afford to hire me but did it anyway. He really was a kind man and I helped him out whenever I could. After I got hired, I rented out a shithole of an apartment in the slums of Kohona.

Things were going as good as they could when someone found out who I was. They remembered the story, how Kyuubi had scarred the kid he had adopted. Once they had connected the dots, they grew afraid as if I was going to pick up where Kyuubi left off. There were two men that broke into my house looking for me. Luckily, I wasn't there. They trashed everything I had ever bought. Ruined everythingI had to my name. And, worst of all, I didn't have anywhere to live. I was terrified to go out after dark. Terrified that they'd find me and kill me. Old Man took me in. Let me live in the back of the ramen shop for no rent and kept paying me for waiting tables. I don't know what I would have done without him. Actually, I do know. I would have been homeless or dead.

I had a second job; I danced at a club for a few hours every other night. The pay wasn't anything to brag about but the tips were great. After a year of saving my money I had gotten enough to move to uptown. I had applied as a receptionist in some big corporation and got the job. With the pay I could afford to rent a nice one-bedroom apartment and leave the area that knew about my past. Old Man told me to go. Told me he'd be fine.

One night I was watching the news and I saw his face. He'd been mugged and shot. I started to go into denial; I didn't recognize the name, it couldn't be him. Jiraiya. Suddenly, I felt sick to my stomach. He had told me his name when we met but I just called him Old Man. How could I not remember his name? That man saved my life not once but twice and I couldn't even remember his name.

The next day, after a few good hours of crying, I called the police station and they gave me the right people to talk to. I paid for his funeral since he didn't have any family.

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As I started to come more into my sexuality, I started to find out what I liked. Namely, BDSM. There was a real nice club in the rich part of Kohona and after checking it out, I applied for a job so I could check out the scene more. I was ecstatic when I was hired. I didn't do much, just served drinks and food in the dining area of the club, and I got to be exposed to the scene without participating. I never left that place after my shift without a hard on.

I was in awe at how serious the scene was. I got to witness how masters and mistresses interacted with their slaves. I got to see men and women on their knees at their master's feet just because it was what their master asked of them. It was a beautiful thing. Seeing strong people just forget who they are and put all of their trust and emotions in their master's hands made me know that that was what I wanted. I knew after my first day working that I would be a slave if I were to ever enter the scene. I wanted to be able to trust someone so completely that I could just throw everything up in the air and not worry about it crashing down on me. I just couldn't find the right person.

I always looked forward to work, even if I was dead tired. This night was no different, I was thrilled and a little turned on while waiting tables. A group of people had just been seated by Neji and I had to go get their order. "Wasteland's glad to have you. What do you hunger for?" I asked as I look up from my notepad. There were three men sitting there, looking masculine and in their early twenties. One had orange hair and a lot of piercings and I couldn't help but think that he wouldn't survive if Konan caught eye of him considering she had a fetish for them. The blonde that was sitting in the middle of the half-circle booth reminded me of my friend Ino. Long bangs covered one of two eyes that were the same light blue as Ino's. I wondered if they were related. Cousin or older brother, maybe?

They were both handsome but neither had anything on the third man. Long black hair and burgundy eyes that looked red or black, depending on the light. Under those incredible eyes were thin lines on his pale skin that made me think that he had seen too much for his age. Seen and experienced things that no one should have to. He looked so sure, so powerful. His presence demanded to be noticed. His words would be listened to.

I just wanted to drop to his feet and obey him right then and there. But the stupid blonde reminded me I had a job. He started to rattle off a drink and desert and the man with piercings followed. I turned to the foreboding beauty when they were done. "And you, pretty raven? What do you desire?" I was outright flirting with him but I couldn't help myself. I'd do anything to have that man. I looked him in the eye and almost trembled at the intensity there.

He tilted his head to the side slightly and spoke. "Red wine, please." I would be lying if I said my knees didn't go weak at the deep timber. I gave a shocked smile and wrote it down. "I'll be back in a moment with those. Enjoy yourselves." I was about to turn to leave when I saw the raven give me a once over. I was more than pleased that he was showing any type of interest. I knew that he could have anyone that he wanted. I was grateful that the work uniform was leather pants and a plain black tee. It fit my frame nicely, if I do say so myself. The dark colors also made my hair and eyes stand out. I walked to the bar and put in the orders before running to the kitchen to get the desserts. I walked back to the bar, waiting for the tender to finish the last one when I felt someone behind me. I turned to see I nice looking grey suit before my eyes traveled up to a gravely beautiful face. I watched as pale pink lips moved. "I desire you."

I stayed silent from shock but my eyes went wide. A strong hand gripped my jaw and forced me to look him in the eye. He stared at me a moment before moving in to kiss me. There was no tongue, just lips and teeth. He bit my lip and looked at me through my half-lidded eyes. It was then I realized that his arms had wrapped around my waist and they were the only thing holding me up. He released me just as I regained my balance and a card was pushed into my hand. "Call, if you'd like." And with that he left. When I delivered the order to their table the raven wasn't there and the other two were giving me strange looks.

I called the man, Itachi, and he discovered that I wasn't as timid as I seemed.

Though shocked, I think he was pleased.

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Itachi and I had been dating, as in hanging out outside of the bedroom, for a little over two months. I was the happiest I had ever been, even when I found out Sasuke was his younger brother. I could deal with it; they were totally different people. The only thing that was similar about them was their hair color and pale skin.

Currently, we were snuggling on my bed, just talking. I had just told him about my old relationship with Sasuke. I'd never seen him so angry before and, to tell the truth, it was kind of hot. But this was too serious for me to indulge in physical desires. Since we were facing each other on the bed, I cupped his face with both my hands. "It's okay, 'Tachi. I'm over it now. You helped me heal. Helped me trust again." I kept giving him small kisses until his eyes had stopped glaring at the window behind me and looked down at me. "Everything's okay now, baby."

Itachi's arms tightened around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "No, it's not. I didn't know to the full extent how fucked up he was."

"What do you mean?" I asked quietly. Itachi looked torn, like he wasn't sure if he should explain. "Ah ah, don't look like that. You could tell me anything, no need to worry." I smiled at him for reassurance, twirling his long raven hair.

Burgundy eyes closed. "Sasuke has a rather un-brotherly attraction to me. It's my own fault that it's as bad as it is now, though." I stayed quiet but silently urged him to continue. "One night I came home on ecstasy and…" He trailed off, his grip around my waist loosening. He had already told me about that phase in his life, about how ashamed of it he was. I didn't care, I told him I'd accept him no matter what he had done in his life. I didn't know why he was pausing. What could be so bad that he'd think I'd just up and leave? Itachi inhaled deeply. "I…we…fucked." Itachi opened his eyes and I had never seen him look so afraid, so broken. I felt my heart fracture.

I took him in my arms, not letting go when he struggled slightly. I buried my face in his hair and kept murmuring. "Oh, baby. It's okay. Nothing you could do could make me stop loving you. It's alright." That was the first time I saw Itachi cry; it was only one tear, one lone tear showing how strong he was. My heart cracked in half.

We fell asleep like that, in each other's arms. When I woke up, I found Itachi staring at me. "Yes, 'Tachi?"

"You're amazing, you know that right?" I laughed and he joined in, looking as untroubled as a small child. I was happy to see him so free. "You're so strong. It's like nothing I can throw at you will faze you." He kissed my lips. "I'm so grateful."

I was a little shocked; Itachi usually didn't flatter me so much unless he was cleaning me up after a session. "I'm nothing compared to you." I said, deciding to flatter him right back. "How are you feeling, 'Tachi?"

"Don't worry about that anymore, I'll feel fine as long as you're around." Itachi looked at me with a glint in his eye that I was coming to love. A look that was full of care and affection.

I beamed at him. "You sure? 'Cause we can ta-" I was cut off.

"No. Now that you know, we don't need to bring it up ever again. Understood?"

I smiled and pecked him on the lips. "Yes…master." I said, feeling mischievous. Itachi growled and climbed on top of me. My giggle was cut off by him devouring my mouth. As his tongue was rubbing mine I felt my hands being restrained above my head my Itachi's. What an efficient way to change the subject.

He broke this kiss and looked at me with an intense look. "You wanna play, pet?" He rumbled out, mouth moving to my neck. I moaned and gave him access. The hand that wasn't restraining my arms slapped down on my inner thigh. I shook. "I asked you a question, pet. Are you trying to challenge your master?" Oh God, I loved it when Itachi got like this.

"N-no, master. I would be grateful if you played with me, master." I panted out.

And so we played.

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Just working out the plot, letting you know what went on. Hopefully, it wasn't boring. Sorry how it was jumping from one memory/thought to another. I kinda like it that way. I wanted to do it in a different writing style but I restrained. I'm a little upset that it's shorter than the last chapter. Oh well.

I'm mad lucky that I got this out so soon. School starts up again Monday so I'll see how long it takes me to put out chapters then. I almost promise that I'll have one out each week.

Thank you so much to those who added this to their alerts. And remember: reviews are greatly appreciated!

And thanks, lunachiaroloverfor the idea of showing how Naruto and Itachi met. :}