"Sir. That man is here again."

Dark eyes flickered from the piece of paper in front of him to the young woman standing in the door way of his office, he frowned for a second as he tried to recall who 'that man' was, but he didn't have to think long since the person who had become referred too as that man, pushed his office door open and walked in without invitation. He scowled now. How rude of this man to think that he had the right to simply walk into his office without being asked to enter.

He was of half a mind to tell the young man to get the hell out and knock and ask for permission like a normal person but he could see from the apathetic look on his face that he didn't give a damn about being polite or proper at the moment. "Good morning, Sarutobi-san."

Sarutobi grunted and pushed the papers he had been working on away from him. "And just what is so damn good about it?" If this guy said anything about the sun, the birds or his age, he was going to stab him with his letter opener.

"What you ask? The sun is out, the birds are singing-" Sarutobi's hand inched towards the letter opener. The young man reached out and quickly snatched it off of his desk as he dropped down into the chair across form him and gave him a devious smile as he continued speaking. "And once again I am amazed that you were able to get out of bed without breaking a hip."

Sarutobi stared at the glittering letter opener and silently willed it to stab the man for him. If there was a god in heaven, the letter opener would stab this annoyingly chipper young man and then he could be buried in the walls somewhere and all would be right and well with the world. "Why are you here?" Sarutobi asked in an annoyed voice.

The young man grinned at him and Sarutobi wished that that letter opener would hurry up and smite this brat before he lost his temper. "I'm here to adopt a girl."

Sarutobi perked up a little bit. Oh thank you god. He wasn't sure how much longer he could stand this man's presence if he had just come here annoy him, but now that he knew what he wanted, he could hand off one of the little nightmares running amok in his halls and wave the man and his new daughter off. And if there was a god in heaven, he would never see either of them again.

"Alright. Do you have an age in mind?"

"Sixteen."

Sarutobi blinked at him, there was only one sixteen year old girl among his darling little monsters and she was with certain disabilities that made it nearly impossible for her to behave right. The night that she had arrived, she had been dragged into the building kicking and screaming and scratching and biting like a wild animal, they had restrained her and drugged her to keep her from disturbing the other kids. And to make things even more troublesome, some of the older boys had been caught in her room the other night holding her down and touching her.

The boys had said that they were invited in yet because the girl had refused to speak, she was the only one who had been punished. She was right now laying in her room curled up on her side trying to hide the bruises from her punishment.

If he handed the girl over to this man now, there was no telling how he would react to seeing her. But on the other hand it would get rid of the girl and any possible trouble that she might cause if she stayed.

"Alright. I'll send for the child that you want, but try not to be surprised when you see her. Some of the kids have gotten into fights with her." Sarutobi lied as he pressed the intercom button and asked his assistant to go and get the girl.

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Uzu looked at the dark splotches on her wrists then raised up her shirt and used the mirror on the wall to check the marks on her breasts and her ribs with blank eyes. How could this have happened in a state appointed home? Weren't these people supposed to watch out for the kids under their protection? And yet all she had seen so far was neglect and possible victims of sexual abuse.

How many little kids in this place had been attacked like her? How many had woken up to the feel of hands running across their skin and tried to scream for help only to have a dirty rag stuffed in their mouth as they were pinned down? How many?

How many little boys and girls had those damn boys from last night touched? And how many had they probably raped? How did they manage to get away with it?

The answer was simple.

They were all orphans, all unwanted in some way or another and there for had little to no value as people. They lived in cramped little rooms, with only one or two personal effects, and were seen as little more than useless trash. Even the small children were treated more harshly than should be allowed. Because no one cared if they were hurt. If they were scared or abused.

They no longer had parents, no one to protect them. The people in this place could kill them if they desired too and there wasn't a damn thing that anyone could do to stop them.

She dropped her shirt back into place, pulling at the hem until it hung well below her hips and looked down at her ankles, under her black skin tight pants, she had bruises there too along with the ones on her ribs, and a matching one on the side of her face where she had been hit during her 'punishment' last night because she had been so shaken by her attack that she hadn't been able to speak to dispute the word of the boys who had attacked her. Not that it mattered any.

If she could manage to get close to a phone today, she'd report this place and the people in it and have the whole damn thing closed down.

She walked back over to her cot and sat back down on it when she heard the lock on her door click a second before the door opened and Mr. Fuck shit's asshole assistant peeked in. "Get up. You're to come with me to the office."

"If this is about what happened with those stupid pricks last night, then no thanks." Uzu said tiredly. The man looked as if he wanted to choke her. Uzu didn't care, she was tired. Her bruises and the emotional stress from the attack before her punishment had kept her awake and alert all night, anxious about whether or not someone would come after her again.

The man rolled his eyes and walked into the room and grabbed her and jerked her up off of the bed. "I don't have time to hash it out with you bitch. The boss is calling for you and you will come with me to the office even if I have to beat you into compliance."

Uzu didn't say anything more, no matter how much she sort of wanted too. It was pointless to argue with someone who would carry through with their threat if she dug her heels in any further. She she stayed silent and let him drag her down the hall to the main office and wondered if there was any way that she could escape.