Yoyoyo. Kyuu-chan is in da house with chapter two! Not much to say, only that I'm gonna try to update my other stories quickly (maybe). Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: Uh yeah, still no ^^"


Saya was a bit confused to say the least. Most clients never bothered to ask her name. It just wasn't important. Much like she wasn't important. Yet, judging by his virgin-like blush and stutter when she had inquired, they hadn't slept together.

Meaning he wasn't a client at all. He was just some ridiculously good-looking man who had picked her up off the streets, brought her to his house, and offered her a shower.

What was next? Move in with him?

That wasn't suspicious at all. Then again who would bother to kidnap a street whore? She probably had nothing to worry about.

"Well I told ya my name, what's yours?" She questioned, not minding in the least that she sounded a bit demanding.

The brilliantly handsome man stared at her as though he just realized he hadn't given his name.

"My apologies, I am Uchiha Itachi. It's a pleasure to meet you Saya..." He trailed off as though searching for her surname in the air.

"Don't got no family name." She stated. It was a simple fact. She didn't have any family, at least not that she knew of.

"Ah. I'm sorry." He murmured quietly. She didn't know how to respond, no biggie seemed a bit insensitive. Saya had never really given her lack of family any significant thought, it was just another fact of this piteous life she led. It seems lack of family was more of an issue off the streets than she had originally assumed. Saya awkwardly shuffled towards the hall where she assumed the bathroom would be.

"I'm just gonna go shower now." She stated. He nodded vaguely in her direction.

"I'll lay out some clothes for you to change in." He replied. She blinked in disbelief and stared as if he had grown a second head.

The hell? What was she, his girlfriend or something?

Saya shrugged it off. Must be one of those well-to-do crazy rich people with a charity complex Naruto-sama was always going on about.

"Right..." With that she subtly scrambled down the hallway towards the bathroom. Blunt fingernails tracing expensive wall-paper as she walked down the dimly lit corridor, Saya could only look around silently in awe. She reached the bathroom and almost tentatively reached out to open the door.

It was almost as if this was a dream, and if she wasn't careful, it could be snatched away from her in a second.

As she took in the bathroom she felt her breath catch in her throat. It was so clean and elegant looking. When was the last time she had seen a bathroom no, anything, this clean? Not since she had lived with Naruto-sama that was for sure.

She eyed the darkly colored towels hanging on a rack with what could only be described as lust. She carefully ran a hand over the fabric, as though this was a dream that would unfurl before her very eyes if she was too rough. The towels were as fluffy as they looked and she let out a small childish giggle as she pet it softly. The walls were a light red and the counter-tops made of a dark, nearly black, marble. She carefully peeled back the crimson shower curtain, halting shortly to admire the faint design of crows embedded in the fabric, and marveled at the shower.

It was huge.

She picked up the shampoo and inhaled deeply. Whether it was intended for men or women she didn't care, it smelled like the most wonderful thing in the world. The label said pine but she had never been near a forest to judge whether the label was true.

Saya excitedly stripped down and turned towards the faucet. Her excitement dimmed a bit as she realized she didn't know how to turn on the shower.

"This is so much different from bathing in Naruto-sama's onsen." She murmured to herself with a slight pout.

There was a knob with a blue arrow and a red arrow. Brow scrunching in intense concentration she stared at the device before her, determined to figure the shower out. Curiously she reached out and turned the knob, jumping as water rushed out from the pipes to the faucet. She grinned excitedly and looked up at the shower head.

No water.

A confused frown marring her face, Saya stared hard at the metal that was spewing out the water. She noticed a little part atop the faucet and extended her hand towards it. She pulled it up and water came shooting out of the shower head after a moment. Giving a small smile of pure delight, Saya stepped into the shower.

And yelped as her body nearly froze from the cold water. Shivering she stared at the knob angrily as though it had committed a great offense. She saw that the handle was turned towards a blue arrow and decided to turn it towards red.

Blue typically meant cold right?

Her theory was proven correct as the water started to warm up now that the handle was turned toward the red arrow.

Saya sighed and slowly sat down, feeling as if she were engulfed in pure bliss as the now hot water pounded on her exposed back. She felt she could sit in her forever. All her worries could be pushed to the back of her mind. For now she didn't have to worry about where she would go or who she could trust.

She could just sit here.

She could just drown in bliss.


Itachi very nearly slapped himself on the forehead after he watched Saya disappear down the hall.

He'd lay out some clothes? What was he, her significant other or something?

In his defense, he hadn't been thinking when he had responded. That and he was raised to be chivalrous no matter who he was dealing with. His attention had been elsewhere, namely in his memories trying to figure out why Saya looked a bit familiar. He was damn positive he had never encountered her in the streets, but where else would he see her? Her dirty hair with an undefinable color and pale foggy eyes certainly didn't strike any memorable thoughts. He brushed the matter aside, maybe she just had one of those faces. Of course, such a dismissive answer from the esteemed Uchiha prodigy should never be taken seriously, he knew subconsciously that the matter was far from over and that he would probably be losing a few hours of sleep trying to sort this new thought. For now though, the idea was pushed to the side.

Strange thoughts aside, what was he going to do with her once she was done with her shower? She had no family, it didn't look like she had any friends.

He could always throw her back on the streets but he would be damned if he had that on his conscious, he had seen the condition she had been in when he first brought her here. Plus the girl looked as if she hadn't seen a shower in months, could Itachi really bring himself to throw her back? Although Saya probably wouldn't care and most likely expected it, Itachi would not have it. His mother had raised him to be a proper gentleman and gentlemen do not throw women on the streets.

He could always bring her to Sasuke's...

That option was immediately eliminated. She would be back on the street before Itachi even walked out the door.

Who else did he trust enough to leave Saya with?

Genma and Kakashi?

...

Dear Kami no.

Was he already out of options?That was rather sad now that he thought about it. Guess that left him no choice then...

Saya would be staying with him.

It's not like she would pose a major financial problem. Itachi was, for better lack of term, loaded, supporting a young woman wouldn't be any trouble at all. He even had a spare guest room she could use.

Itachi blinked and stopped his train of thought. Why on earth was he even considering doing this? He didn't know her and he had enough problems of his own. He had a high-class, uptight, flat-out terrifying family; a demanding job as a politician; and a psychotic fiancee. If any of the above mentioned categories were to find out he had picked up a homeless, no-named, woman whose previous profession happened to be selling her body to complete strangers; chaos and hell wouldn't even begin to describe the horrors they would be put through. There were more cons to this outrageous idea then there were pros. He sighed.

He couldn't just hand her back to the streets though, who knows how long she had been there? Had she ever even had a chance to live a normal life, learn, have friends? He would assume not.

He knew what it was like, being isolated, alone without someone by your side. He was the infamously ruthless, cold and calculating Uchiha prodigy to be forever revered with fear and wariness.

Long ago, Itachi had had a friend who truly understood him and had stood beside him. Someone who could approach him without fear and could watch his back should he ever need it.

But that person was gone now.

He would be forever paying for that sin, it would haunt his dreams and plague his thoughts.

He didn't need another ghost chasing after him. It was time for someone to give this woman a second chance like that friend had given him.

Itachi straightened his back, mind made up. Saya would be staying here from now on.

With that in mind, he set to work trying to clean up his nice leather couch she had previously slept on. He had been diligently scrubbing it with a cloth so he missed the sound of water stopping. He nearly jumped at the sound of a soft cough, turning and chucking the rag behind him with a slight sheepish smile.

He smile vanished as he stared at her now clean form.


Saya hummed lightly to herself as she scrubbed vigorously at her grimy hair that was lathered with soapy suds. She was off-key, pitchy, and she wasn't entirely sure she was humming a real song but she didn't care. She couldn't remember the last time she had hummed. She smiled slightly but it faltered as she realized this wouldn't last longer. This Itachi person, however weird he was, wouldn't think to actually let her stay. It was a completely ludicrous idea. She would be back on the streets in no time.

Saya tried to brush the negative thoughts aside but they still lingered in the back of her mind.

She continued to scrub at her hair. Once she felt it was clean enough, she rinsed, watching with a strange fascination as disgustingly brown water ran down the drain. She poured more shampoo in her hand, the instructions had said to lather, rinse and repeat. After lathering and rinsing her hair a second time, she reached for the conditioner. The woman combed it through her hair, trying to be careful when untangling her knotted hair. She winced a few times as her fingers pulled to sharply on stubborn knots, but managed to get the mass of it untangled. Letting the conditioner sit in her hair, she viciously scrubbed at her dirty body. Saya watched with growing happiness as the once seemingly permanent coat of grime disappeared with every brush of the wash cloth. Eventually her body was a raw pink color and she gave a small giggle of delight.

Once she was satisfied that her body was squeaky clean, she rinsed her hair and body off. She enjoyed the warm spray for a few more minutes before she turned it off, figuring it would be the opposite process of turning it on. Saya stepped out of the shower and toweled her hair into a semi-dry state. Finishing with her hair, she dried off her body. She wrapped the towel around her body and prepared to walk out the bathroom. As she passed the mirror she halted abruptly, nearly falling over in surprise, and stared at the glass in shock.

She hadn't seen her reflection in years. She traced the reflected contours of the strange face that stared at her curiously. She gave a hollowed laughed as she realized that she had pink hair.

Pink. How ridiculous. She had forgotten.

Pink.

Like red and silver mixed together.

Pink.

Like sakura blossoms.

Saya was startled to feel warm salty tracks running down her pale cheeks. She was crying? How, strange. She wiped her eyes- a much healthier almost emerald color, not a drug clouded green- and straightened her towel. She exited the bathroom door without a second thought to those bizarre tears that had come with seeing her reflection, they didn't matter. Saya padded down the hallway with inaudible footsteps.

She poked her head around the corner and watched as Itachi worked diligently to clean the sofa she had slept on. She almost giggled, she couldn't blame him. Unsure of how to get his attention, she awkwardly gave a small cough.

He turned to face her with a sheepish smile after chucking the rag behind him but he froze upon seeing her.

She fidgeted, uncomfortable under his gaze.

She was wearing her towel right?


Itachi was trying very hard to keep his jaw and the ground unacquainted. So far he was winning the battle but only barely, he wasn't the master of self-control for nothing though. He took in Saya's appearance. She was actually quite pretty now that she was clean. She had a pale and, surprisingly, unblemished face, although it was extremely thin. Rather full lips as well but they were chapped and split. Her long hair fell in slight waves around her elbows, and it was pink.

Pink of all colors, how silly.

Pink.

Now that seemed kind of important to remember.

Her eyes were now more of an emerald color rather than the ugly green haze. He supposed the shower also helped to sober her up. He damned himself as he saw how snugly the towel fit her body, buying longer and fluffier towels was obviously in order. He may have been right, her breasts may actually be the heaviest thing on her body. He wondered who on earth in her family could have given her those genes. Whoever it was, they were obviously well endowed. He narrowed his eyes as he took in the scars littered that her pale and tiny body.

A particularly nasty and obvious one that stretched boldly from her shoulder, across the top of her left breast, and under her towel caught his attention. If anything, this only solidified his decision more to keep her from going back on the streets. He tore his gaze from her body and instead focused on her emerald eyes, smiling apologetically as he did so.

"I'll get you some clothes."


Now seated on the couch in a pair of old sweatpants and T-shirt, Saya looked a lot younger than when he first found her. He silently swore, he hadn't even considered her age. If she was underage he was going straight to therapy. Staring at a minor's body, dear Kami what was he becoming?

"Saya how old are you?" He asked quietly. She eyed him oddly before answering.

"Twenty-two, I'm pretty sure." Itachi exhaled silently in relief. Twenty-two huh? She wasn't much younger than him. Wait-

"What do you mean you're pretty sure?" She shrugged nonchalantly.

"I'm not a hundred percent sure, somewhere between twenty-one and twenty-three." Itachi blinked.

You know what, he wasn't going to question it. That was a conversation for another day. At least she wasn't a minor.

Not being one to beat around the bush, Itachi decided it would be best to get straight to the point.

"Saya, I know I don't know you. At all. But, I don't want to see someone like yourself living on the streets." He watched as her mind absorbed the sentence and her body tensed at the unexpected turn in conversation. He took in her wary expression and before she could start panicking and jumping to conclusions, he asked his question.

"Saya would you like to move in with me?"


Saya froze and stared at Itachi, not comprehending the situation.

Move in? Someone like her? Move in with someone like him?

She was tempted to say no. She belonged on the streets. In that dirty, horrible environment where every day was your own private gamble that determined whether you would live or not. She couldn't burden this stranger.

But she had suffered on the streets for as long as she could remember. Almost a full decade.

Ten years without experiencing things like bathing regularly or home cooked meals.

Ten years of waking up after passing out in some disgusting alley.

Ten years of stealing from innocent people and selling her body.

Ten years of committing sin after sin after sin.

Ten years without having a home.

She wanted to be selfish. She wanted to be extremely greedy and burden this man without having to worry about waking up next to a dumpster in the morning after being taken advantage of again.

She knew she should say no.

But living her life on the streets had taught her that in order to survive, you needed to be selfish and greedy.

So with a shaky breath and an equally shaky smile, she answered.

"Okay."


Edit 11/25/13

So, I guess my plan backfired a bit... The weekend has already passed and I only have chapters 1 & 2 edited. Something tells me I won't be meeting the goals I set for the break... ^-^"

No matter, I guess I'll keep pushing to have these chapters edited.

As I'm sure most of you will notice, one major part was changed was changed early on in this chapter. It is subtle but definitely major. While reading through these chapters in preparation for chapter 9, I realized I had a lot of errors that head me smacking my head against the wall shouting, "YOU STUPID KYUU-CHAN! THIS DOESN'T FOLLOW THE FUTURE PLOT AT ALL!" How am I to start working on chapter 9 when my previous chapters won't follow the story!? I can't, that's the point.

Anyways, I hope you find these new edited chapters more enjoyable to read. I also hope to have my other stories updated, rewritten, edited, whatever they need by the end of break. Although I hope you forgive me if I don't exactly meet my quota haha...

As always reviews are much appreciated, you guys are wonderful. I can't possibly thank you all enough for the way you all put up with me and my constant jumping from story to story and then rewriting each story . You're all wonderful!

Until next edit then!