I've been listening to Highscore (by Teminite and Panda Eyes) this entire time. MY EARS ARE RINGING SEND HELP.

BTW: Vague child abuse, extreme nudity and lots of profanity.

…well, I mean the profanity is going to stick because that's who I am and this is a SI-OC story. lol.

Original word count: 4.3k~

Recommended songs: Riptide by Vance Joy and Prayer in C by Lily Wood & The Prick and Robin Schulz.

Chapter 1: Screech Your Purpose

I miss being able to flaunt my gayness.

It's often a random thought that came to me. I was stuck crawling around and babbling nonsense that sounded like English. The people who were raising me, the people I refuse to acknowledge as my parents, looked at me in complete confusion when I screamed a curse word at the top of my lungs in my baby language.

I don't know what the hell is going on with the baby thing. Was I reliving my life? I couldn't think of anything else than that. I recall my confusing, terrifying but exciting death, my life of before and that I…was birthed.

Ten months ago.

It was very fuzzy. But I remember laughing.

I giggled randomly at that. So funny. So fucking funny. The laugh I laughed was too much.

My random giggle broke my concentration and knocked my block tower over.

I felt all amusement shatter. It was replaced with frustration, and I couldn't help but screech a baby screech. "Putain de merde!" I screamed in French.

"Haruto!"

I jumped at the booming voice of my father, whose name I learned to be Hiro, and turned my head towards him.

He sighed. He snapped something at me, but I couldn't exactly understand. I just made a face and collected my blocks, starting again. I couldn't understand all the words. I just got "don't". That was it.

Hiro had pitch black raven hair that spiked out and grew long, and he had black eyes. His skin was pale, and his eyes were kind of sunken into his skull. He was a very serious individual, I've found, and quite honestly it pissed me off. He was very distant and didn't love openly. I didn't like him very much and he could tell.

Kazue, my mother, was almost the opposite in both appearance and personality. Her hair was a really pretty true red, long and forever flowing in length. Her eyes were a black color and her skin was fairly toned. Personality-wise, she had her serious moments, but she was a very stress-free woman. She openly loved—gave what she could, kept some things for herself, and was an extreme individual. She was very distant, though. She never let certain moments happen.

I could tell.

Distance happens often when something is forced; it's either that or it's used as a defense mechanism after being emotionally traumatized.

I want to say it's force. Their relationship was extremely tense and they walked lIke royalty. They were already forcing things on me, and it pissed me off. I would live my life as I want. Fuck the system.

Kazue suddenly stepped into the room. She said something (about what was going on), and while her face was knitted in a gentle frown, I couldn't hear much concern in her voice. She already knew.

I stood on wobbly legs, swinging my legs and arms. I rushed past Hiro, passing the legs of Kazue, and stepped into the living room of the decent-sized apartment. I could practically taste the boring as I wandered. The smell of meat and the steam of rice was familiar, and honestly that was relieving. It seemed that meals were the only time my family was comfortable in silence.

That was sad. I knew the happy realities of people with families, whether the parents be divorced, gay or together-forever, and this was not that happy reality. I'd make the best of what's in front me, using my amazing Ambivert skills to do so.

"Haruto," Kazue called softly.

I stood next to the coffee table, giggling in glee as I rolled under it. It was so strange…it felt like it was something totally new. I guess it was because my baby body wasn't used to it, but you'd still expect the feeling to be familiar.

I didn't even make it halfway under it, anyway. My roll was awkward—but I was an awkward person in general. I liked it too much to drop it, and if I did I knew I'd feel insecure.

"Oh…" Kazue hummed as she walked into view. "What the…" she spoke some words I didn't understand, "…Haruto?"

Me, being the idiot I am, just giggled.

"…laughs…" Hiro said. "It's stupid."

I didn't feel offended in the least. I laughed at everything. It was a filler for my empty reactions. I was half-assed listening to a story and when it finished, I just giggled and said "oh yeah". That wasn't a very good choice, because a story came from a friend telling me about how she was abused as a child.

I…didn't feel bad. Just…emptiness. That scared me sometimes, but I got used to it.

"Maa, maa…" Kazue chided as she picked me up. "It's fine…laugh…"

Hiro just snorted and sat down at the kitchen table. I was put in a highchair, and soon enough we were eating I think salmon and rice. I couldn't tell. I wasn't into Japan a whole lot. But my siblings were all over anime and Japanese culture in general.

I was interested in Assassin's Creed. I got into Italian and French culture that way (because Ezio). But even though I wasn't necessarily a Japanophile, I eventually learned aikido and judo. I got black belt in both areas…it wasn't easy, but it was manageable.

…Now that I think about it, why couldn't I have used my judo and aikido to fend off that guy?

Oh my god I feel so stupid.

"Aa, Haruto, aaah."

I opened my mouth and ate the rice given to me by Kazue. Hiro almost looked amused when I spat out the salmon. It wasn't salmon. I don't know what the fuck it was but it tasted awful.

Hiro seemed to agree. He snuck the food into his pocket and threw it away passing the trash can after excusing himself.

I was cleaned up and put down for bed.

I mean…I wasn't tired.

But honestly, I couldn't believe my stupidity. I could've gotten out of that situation so fucking easily. How could I have forgotten? Was a distant force from the heavens above doing this to me? If so, why me? As ego-centric as I've come to realize I am, I knew that the universe doesn't evolve around me.

In this case, it might almost be true…but I'm silently praying that it isn't. I'm too lazy, careless and ruthless to accomplish whatever I've been sent to do. I know for a fact that I died. So the "how" and the "why" to "am I here?" is the secondary focus.

Primary focus: Get Kazue and Hiro to square the fuck up. I'm not gonna be raised by shitty parents. Not again.

I found myself at the gates of…Tanzaku Gai…three years into this new life with my shitty parents (epic fail).

I could tell instantly that it was a tourist town. I could see bulging pockets and cameras on people everywhere. Honestly, it was embarrassing. As a teen (and adult) I would always pick pocket these types of tourists while doing my world trip. I believe I accumulated three thousand dollars, a few thousand yen and…some few hundred Canadian paper bills in between the age of fifteen and twenty. I forgot what Canadian money was called but I don't give a damn. It worked and got me places.

"Here, look there!" Kazue cooed as she pointed at the traditional Japanese castle Tanzaku was famous for.

It was pretty. I gazed at it. I've been to Japan before, seen their traditions, how they worked…I actually lived there for almost a year because I got caught up in a tsunami. The struggle was ridiculous because of the language barrier and just how difficult it was to count money; but I managed.

"The Tanzaku castle looks amazing from here," Kazue said in awe.

Hiro, who was holding my hand, nodded his agreement. "It is. I've seen the insides during a mission before. It's very classy."

"Mission…?" I echoed. "Papa, are you cool?" I didn't know the Japanese word for police or whatever the fuck Hiro was.

The man just chuckled in amusement.

"Papa is a shinobi," Kazue corrected. "He fights for our village—Konohagakure. Remember?"

I frowned. I've been told that before…but I couldn't find myself to accept it. Konohagakure was Japanese for "Village Hidden by Leaves", according to my younger sister. It was part of the Naruto anime. I've watched it, skipped around, blah blah…but it was fake. It was just a drawing on a notepad transferred to a screen with colors and voices instead of words and bubbles.

Shinobi were also found to exist in between the twelfth and fifteenth centuries. Last I checked it was the twenty-first century so unless I'm dreaming, which I know for sure I'm not, I either pissed a witch off or I travelled to another dimension.

Ha! I hit the ground so hard that I travelled to another dimension. Oh boy, inside jokes. Love em.

"Here—let's go check into a motel," Kazue suggested. "Then we can go on-tour."

That made me frown. We were evicted from our apartment not even two weeks ago because these two damned bitchy parents of mine couldn't stop arguing over some clan bullshit. It often escalated to physical and surprisingly fair fights. They were sued for property damage just last week.

We had no money and nowhere to live. We were broke and homeless, so why were we here, in this Tanzaku place, with a large pouch of money and nowhere to return?

I looked at Kazue as we started to walk through the streets. "Mama, why are we here?"

She blinked and looked down at me, smiling in reassurance. But it was a dry smile, the life sucked out by something dark. "We just need to find someone here who can help us get a new home."

I blinked back, my big, round true black eyes staring up into my mother's own black eyes. "I thought Konoha was our home."

Hiro gripped my hand gently. I looked at him. "It was," he said quietly.

Now that sounded even worse. I instantly shrunk into my thinking shell, untouchable as I started creating scenarios that probably didn't exist. If I were in their shoes, what would I do?

…Well, I would sell something. Of course I would—if it gets me back on my feet. We had nothing particularly valuable on us. The money told me otherwise, but that was the only thing we had other than clothes. Money states value.

What was valued?

They didn't have gold. They didn't have antics. We would've had bigger packs if we did. We have skill. They have money. They have me.

…They have me…

Tanzaku Gai was dirty, urban. Buzzed with passing people. Witnesses would be hard to gain and low key criminals could be passed off as tourists. Costumes were everywhere, and further down the street I could see beautiful women doing some sexy Japanese belly dance or whatever the fuck it was.

My eyes narrowed almost dangerously. Now that I think about it, this would be a good place for black markets…

I looked at my parents, who were gazing and pointing things out for me to see. I hadn't even noticed. But I didn't care. They were going to use me.

Nobody uses me without getting burned.

Kazue and Hiro were no excuse.

The motel was pretty okay compared to what I've seen before on multiple occasions. There was one bed, a small bulky TV on a stand, a mirror and bathroom down an extremely short hall.

I was quick to climb the bed, rolling onto it with spread out arms. The ceiling had a hole in it. Ew. Stick a dick in it and hope whatever lives in it dies, that's what my friend always says for these types of situations.

"Oh, dear…there's a hole in the ceiling," Kazue said. "I don't like that, Hiro…can we do something about it?"

"We're only gonna be here for a night before we move to another motel," Hiro pointed out. "You'll make it."

Kazue didn't look happy, but started unpacking her bag onto the bed anyway. I sat up and saw her pull clothes out. She pulled out crayons and a decently thick coloring book for me. I was quick to grab it and start coloring. That was the one thing that I loved: Art. It carried on to this body, and it made me happy. At least one thing stayed with.

My drawings held multiple memories. Some dark, some light, some requests, most original—and some just from random fandoms like Homestuck. I had no idea what the hell it was but I found myself loving Karkat in all of his laughable rudeness.

"Haruto, we don't have time to color," Kazue said in a stern motherly voice.

I glared at her before returning to coloring.

"Uchiha Haruto, listen to your mother," Hiro snapped.

I huffed. I didn't like that name. I don't know what the hell an Uchiha is, and while I do remember my brother using "massacre" in that same sentence, it didn't click. The way it was said made me feel grim. It was spoken with such high respect. It was obvious. I could tell, even though I've heard mainly Kazue and Hiro use it. So, being the defying little shit I am, I glared at Hiro.

I didn't like whatever they were planning.

"Haruto!" Kazue snapped. She yanked the coloring book away, the crayons following. I made a whining sound and reached out for it, but the attempt was futile because she ended up slapping both my hands and head—which was normal now, because she took her anger out on me physically. The woman glared at me dangerously, which made me flinch back and tear up. "Don't you dare glare at your father like that!"

Her eyes were so dangerous. I've seen them before—the eyes of disappointment and fear. I wasn't concerned with the emotions, I was concerned as to why it was pointed at me. I had an insight on the feelings a mother felt, so why was Kazue glaring at me with such strong fear and disappointment?

But then she relaxed with a heavy sigh. "I'm so, so sorry, Haruto…" she said with a gentle, apologetic voice. "Let's take a nap, okay? We've been traveling for a very long time."

That was true. It took a few days of traveling to get here, and the only reason why we were so fast was because we managed to get our hands on some horses. I have no idea how we got horses or why we didn't take a car…I mean, I guess it worked.

But I haven't seen a single car in the three years I've been here, so I doubt cars did exist.

I knew for sure that I wasn't in the seventeenth century.

Kazue tucked me in, kissed my forehead, and closed the blinds. I shut my eyes with a throbbing hand and head, the silence buzzing in my ears before I drifted off into a decently heavy slumber.

I remember briefly waking up and seeing a strange man's face, and then more sleep.

A putrid smell invaded my nose.

I felt my toddler body gag at the scent, and I jerked awake with the needy feeling of throwing up. I shot up out of the bad, cigarette smoke making the repulse worse. It burned my nose and throat, and I could feel it soak into my lungs. The smell of skunk was absolutely disgusting. I couldn't handle it. There were loud sounds of orgasming, beds creaking—rocking, screams of pleasure and giggles of a drugged woman.

"The baby is awake," a woman's voice cooed.

I felt a cold, lithe hand pat my cheek. I instantly flinched away from the touch, glaring at the woman. Her eye shadow was over the top, her lipstick bright, and her outfit very revealing. I would've looked grim, but honestly, she had really nice eyes.

Her actual eyes were pretty, but her eyes were even better.

"Ah, see? She's got the sight of a hawk. Didn't even directly look at my face," the woman said in amusement. She tucked an arm under her large breasts, plumping them up and making my face go red. "What's your name, little one?"

I blinked out of my daze and looked at the woman, struggling to not stare. "H-Haruto…" I stuttered.

"Welcome, Haruto. My name is Yū. Do you know where you are?" the woman inquired.

I frowned. When I looked around—

Fuck.

Well.

There was pictures of porn everywhere. It ranged from male genitals to eating ass—and it was just absolutely disgusting. I cringed, though some of them were nicely taken.

"This is a brothel. Do you know what a brothel is?" Yū inquired.

I knew what it was, but for the sake of acting I just shook my head.

"It's a place for prostitutes," she continued. "Do you know why you're here?" She didn't wait. "Your mom and dad sold you. You're valuable, they say—part of a noble clan. What's your last name?"

"U-Uchiha…" I whispered. I knew it. The money struggle, the extreme tension, bringing me here unreasonably—all of it made sense. I knew that towns made purely for tourism had spots so dark that it can get to a certain level of government concern. Seeking opium, making ecstasy, ingesting heroine, selling humans, creating slaves—forced prostitution, sex, child labor, child soldiers, death, loss…the list goes on, and all of it derives from struggle never attended to or spoken of.

"Uchiha, you say?" Yū murmured. Her dark eyes narrowed. "That's more like trouble than value. Your parents are stupid. You don't look much like an Uchiha."

I frowned at that. If I didn't, then what the hell do I look like?

She held up a mirror she seemed to have pulled out of her ass. I looked into it. My hair was a brilliant red—a red so pretty, that it beat the brilliant shades of tomatoes. I had true black eyes, and my skin was fairly pale. My cheeks were round, though, and I couldn't help but feel alienated.

"You look Uzumaki," Yū said. "But that's even better. Uzumaki are beautiful, but unfortunately they are far too scarce."

I looked at the woman with a glare. I didn't like her. I found her to be annoying, and I only liked her eyes.

"Fierce. I like you," she said. A smile pulled at her sinister purple lips. She stood up, boobs bouncing and lips puckering. She leaned forward and plucked me off the bed, getting my face close to her cleavage. I honestly felt kind of uncomfortable. This was illegal, wasn't it?

Wait, no—

"You're a waitress from here on. When you turn fifteen you'll be just like me," Yū cooed. She stoked my red hair and kissed my forehead. Luckily, her lips were painted with liquid lipstick. "Welcome to Judas, Haru-chan."

The days that passed blurred.

But I've never felt more disgusted in my life. I hated it so much. My faith in humanity was never there in the first place, but if it was presented I would give it a chance. Now it was completely cut off, and there was no chance in hell that I would give faith a second try.

Fuck my lives sideways with a vibrator and mannequin.

I found myself hating waitresses now, along with a profound appreciation for their tolerance. Some of the men were so fucking dumb, always popping out and multiplying like gay rabbits to grope some random nude waitress. It was quite a show. I enjoyed watching it sometimes, but at other times it just got really grim really fast.

I'll admit that I'm a pervert, but sucking on toes in front of every single horny, drunk and high man in this shit hole is too much for me. At one point someone slapped glitter onto a woman's boobs before they were sucked on. It was hilarious…but kinda weird.

"Haru-chan," Yū cooed as she vaped. I looked at her, the oddly almost-sweet, candy-like smell drifting towards me. It was never blown directly in my face and all the smells were filtered out (thank the gods) so I never knew for sure. She smiled, her turquoise lips becoming sexy and lush. I don't know how she does that—it just happens and it's fucking stupid. "Go get some cocaine for this man. Remember where I showed you."

I puffed my cheeks and sighed, hopping off my oversized chair. My shoes had became sandals, my shorts a skirt, and my long-sleeved shirt a spaghetti shoulder shirt. My hair was pinned up and curled to frame my face, lip gloss decorating my baby lips. I hated it. I was never super girly—I'd prefer cargo pants over a dress any day. But I did enjoy makeup.

I walked around the bar counter, stepping into the back room. I reached for the lowest drawer, and I could easily pull out the bag of white powder. I avoided looking at it, quickly rushing out. At some point I heard my name get called, so when I turned my head I felt my body swerve and slam into some guys legs.

Well, shit.

You don't bump into people. It didn't matter how old you were, you'd get some sort of beating and a scar of any kind to accompany it.

I stumbled back and squeezed my eyes shut, feeling real fear rush through me for a brief second. "I'm sorry," I squeaked.

Instead of a punch, slap, insult, kick—or anything, I just got a pat on the head. I instantly opened my eyes and looked up at the man. He had silver hair (um, what), a green flak jacket, indigo pants, zori (I found that out all on my own and I'm proud of it) and a metal-plated headband around his forehead. In the plate, there was a carving—

"It's alright," he said, his grey eyes full of reassurance. "Just be careful, okay?"

"Sure," I mumbled. I slipped out of his reach and quickly made it to Yū's side, handing over the bag of cocaine. The woman was laughing a little—but she cut it off with a puff, and opened the bag. The man she was serving took it eagerly, and was so quick to start eating and snorting it.

I felt a grim expression make my face tense. Yū simply waved me off, and I walked away. As I was looking around the sex dungeon with alcohol and drugs, I couldn't find the silver-haired man.

Strange.

"What's your name, little one?"

I jumped in surprise and turned around. He was standing right there. How the fuck did he do that? "Huh?"

"I asked what your name is," he repeated. "You look a little bit too young to be here. Where are your parents?"

I blinked and just shrugged. "I haven't seen them for a really long time," I pointed out.

He seemed kind of surprised towards my response. "Isn't that scary?" he asked. "You're in a strange place with odd, underdressed women. Aren't you afraid?"

I narrowed my eyes. He was nosey. I hate nosey. "Customers make the place strange," I pointed out. "Aren't you a customer?"

Surprise and confusion instantly turned into embarrassment, his face going beat red. I giggled, and he cleared his throat. "N-no, no. I'm just searching for someone," he corrected, but he was still flustered. "S-she's about your age. Matter of fact, she looks like you. Are you Haruto?"

I blinked and narrowed my eyes, my jaw tensing and my eyes zoning in on him suspiciously. I instantly felt very violated. I hated it when people knew my name without my knowledge. "Yeah…" I said slowly.

He crouched down in front of me and pointed at my chest with a smile. "I'm here to help you," he said. "Your mom and dad did some really bad things, and putting you here is one of them."

"You'll have to pay for it," a woman—I could tell it was Yū—pointed out. "Twenty-three hundred thousand ryo."

Damn, that was a lot of money. I was sold for quite a few thousand in American cash.

I always knew I was too much.

The silver-haired man stood up, his head turning towards the woman. She wasn't wearing a shirt, which exposed her gorgeously humongous boobs, and her bottoms were more like strings than anything. She wore ridiculous high heels and her eye makeup was high key on fleek. It could create the eye-fucking scenario.

He smiled at her. "Expensive," he said coolly.

"Naturally. She's a noble clanswoman. She's also a clan hybrid. You can't expect it to be cheap," she pointed out.

I was itching to flip my hair and take it all as a compliment. I know I'm expensive, thank you very much.

"I've got a five hundred thousand ryo on me right now," he mumbled. "I'm guessing that's more than enough."

Oh my god, what the fuck. Is he a government official? Why can't I have all this money? I want it to buy some ice cream for fucking Satan's sake.

Yū smirked, scanning him as she jutted her hip out. "Of course it is, sweetheart," she said, her voice spoken with a silver tongue. "Come with me, yes? Let's go handle it in the back. Haru-chan, come with. I'd like to say my farewell."

I was speechless, so I just stuttered something stupid out awkwardly and nodded my head. I followed the two towards the back—and then I processed what just happened.

I've got a debt to repay.

Oh my fucking god, nooooooo.

"Haruto": "soaring sunlight"; "flying distance"

"Kazue": "one favor"

"Hiro": "broad"; "widespread"

"Yū": "hero"; "gentleness"; "lithe"