Once we arrived at our destination I was in awe of my new home. It was HUGE!

I couldn't help but think 'this guy is loaded' to live in a mansion like this. Not to mention the limo, butler, and servants I saw as I was led inside.

"In time you'll learn the terrain here and where you're allowed and what's off limits." Only a small jerk to the leash I trudged behind him up the staircase, stilling ogling everything with fascination.

"HIDAN! GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!" I froze at the top step from the gruff yell and almost was knocked clear down the stairs as some guy ran into me.

*Kisame quickly scooped her up in one arm and caught the albino by his arm in a tight grip. "Let me go you fucker!" "Look before you open your mouth boy."

The platinum haired man went wide eyed seeing it was him, grinning nervously, "Oh fuck, sorry." "Thanks Kisame."

Kakuzu stomped and grabbed his slave by his hair with a growl, "You're in for another punishment Hidan!" "Spare me old man, all you're going to do is fuck me!"

Kisame sighed but noticed his own slave cringe at the words, obviously thinking the worst. He put her back on her feet and asked his friend, "What'd he do this time?"

"He stole and hid my wallet! I have yet to find the damn thing and he knows I'm going to torture him until he tells me where it is."

Hidan snorted, "I don't fucking remember where I put it." Kisame chuckled, "For your sake you better, but at any rate, I have to go now." Kakuzu eyed the woman next to him and muttered, "Your new slave?"

"Yes." "It's about time! Come along Hidan." "OW!" Kakuzu pulled Hidan towards his chambers by the hair, leaving the albino cursing and trying to remove his hand.

Kisame smirked and led her into his bed chamber, removing the collar and leash once inside. He was amazed at how much he could read her emotions. Her expressions just completely gave her away and he smirked as he threw the items in the trash.

That was rather pleasing he had to admit. "Alright, now I need to discuss some important matters to you. Sit down."

He took off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack before noticing her warily looking around. "Did you not hear me?" She murmured, "I..uh…don't know where to sit."

He sighed, "Anywhere." "B..But I…..your stuff will get dirty." He cocked a brow as she tugged on her filthy jumpsuit. "I see, well I'm glad you're at least courteous about not damaging my possessions. Just stand there then while I go over the rules."

*I nodded and kept fidgeting with my clothing nervously. He leaned against his dresser and spoke seriously, "You know the main scenario here. I'm your master and you're to do as I say without questions correct?"

A frowned sadly and gave him a slight nod. "Don't look so upset, I'm not going to rape you or anything if that's what you're thinking. It would surprise me if you didn't think that actually." It's like he's reading my mind!

"Look at me!"

I know I kept staring at the floor but finally met eye contact with him, "I know you were taught to not look your master in the eye except when giving sincere apologies and gratitude, but I want you look me in the eye at all times understand?"

"Yes sir." "Good. Now all I ask of you is to keep me company, do as you're told, and behave. Can you do that?" I took a breath and muttered, "Y..Yes sir." He didn't seem too bad so far.

"I also have some strict rules to tell you as well, it's for your own safety." I gulped. What kind of things would that be?

"I do not live alone; there are a total of five masters including myself, and five slaves. All five of us men have a company, each owning a share of it, so it makes sense to live in the same house to discuss business matters."

I nodded with interest. "They each have their own slave and you need to be polite and respectful to them. You'll meet them tonight at dinner but you'll be sitting at another table with the other slaves."

Oh great, now I sound like a reject. He gave me a look but continued, "When we're in public or with my associates you call me master but in here, I want you call me by name; which is Kisame if you didn't know."

He approached and stood in front of me, "At some point, you will be alone in here while I'm at work or any other issues that come up. When that does happen, you are to remain in this room and not leave!"

I bit my lip nervously as he continued, "There will be times my colleagues will come by to speak with me. All you need to do is answer the door, let them know I'm not in and where I'm at, but do not leave with them. I'm telling you this just because of one of my partners in particular."

He narrowed his eyes at me, "Do NOT, under any circumstances, go near Orochimaru or let him in here when you're alone! I'll point him out at dinner so you know what he looks like."

"I..Is he that bad?" "Let's just say he can't keep his hands to himself, this rule also goes for his slave as well; he's just as bad."

*Kisame hated to overwhelm her with such things and freak her out but it's better she knew this now than later.

He tried to perk up and get his mind off these gloomy subjects and focus more on dinner. He was famished. "Come on, you need to take a bath." He shouldn't have said that.

She wouldn't budge an inch and he was forced to grab her wrist and literally drag her to the bathroom, with her heels digging into the carpet trying not to go. "You're filthy and need to bathe so get in there or I'm taking a shower with you!"

That got her moving fast enough. Kisame fetched her a towel, washcloth, and gave them to her. "You'll find all you need in the shower stall and if you need anything else just look for it. Make sure to wash yourself thoroughly, that grim will take a bit of scrubbing to get off. I'll be back with some clean clothes."

As he left his room he smirked to himself, "So like a child making faces all the time and yet, I find it simply cute."

*It took a lot of elbow grease to scrub the dirt off, it was just my arms and feet but still…I didn't realize I was so dirty. I had to wash my hair two times, massaging my scalp for a comforting effort, before rinsing it off.

This guy must love the beach from the ocean themed bathroom and seabreeze products. Well, they were for men and smelled manly so it wasn't girly. I hope it doesn't make me smell funky though, floral scents suit me better.

I dried off and searched through the drawers before finally finding the hair dryer, after spending minutes trying to get the tangles/knots out of my hair with a comb that looked brand new.

I had to admit Kisame was a tidy person and not a slob. Plus, it felt good to be clean. "It's not much but here are some clothes."

I nearly jumped out of my skin and covered myself up, thus dropping the hair dryer. He caught it with such agility and chuckled "You're a jumpy thing aren't you?" I scowled and muttered, "Why couldn't you knock?"

He smirked, "I don't have to that's why. It's my bathroom and I'm allowed to do as I please, plus I didn't mind the view."

I turned red as a beat.

This bastard is just full of surprises, one minute looking sad and the next a smug pervert.

To be continued: