Naruto (c) Masashi Kishimoto

Dedication: Stitch, because she really deserves this. I love you! You are and will always be one of my best friends.

PS: Sara! Is this hot enough for you!?

You could love her if you paid, you could have her every day. You could love her if you prayed; you could have her every way! — Seether

Hot water cascaded down Hana’s body, the droplets felt oddly hard and coarse against her battered skin. The young woman rested her arm against the wall and rested her head on her forearm, her mother’s words vibrating in her head: you can be whoever you want Hana. Be better than me, don’t follow my path. Don’t throw your life away Hana.

So many other words that were in reality just words, “Well you know what Mom? If you hadn’t gotten off getting wasted and throwing away our money on booze and everything, I would be in college making something of myself and not earning my living on my back,” Hana muttered bitterly. “You made me like this! I had to keep Kiba in school somehow! I had to put food on the table, pay the bills, keep clothes on our backs, somehow!” Hana growled.

The young woman looked at the blotchy bruises on her body. Some where from clients that liked it a little too rough, but most where from her boyfriend, though the scars on the other hand, all of them were self-inflicted. The one her neck, was the one she hated talking about. She was surprise her hand was so steady, so calm as she pulled the knife across her pale throat. She would’ve died, due to exsanguination; luckily a dark eyed stranger hand found her bleeding to death and had called the ambulance. She had yet to forget those jet black eyes; she had skipped the therapy that followed, yet she hadn’t tried to kill herself again, those black eyes haunted her.

“Bitch, are you fucking yourself in the fucking shower?!” her boyfriend shouted.

Hana groaned. “I’m almost done Hidan! If you really have to piss out the window!” she shouted slamming the knob and turning the water off.

“Just hurry the fuck up!” Hidan shouted. Hana snorted.

“I’ll take my sweet time thank you very much, you bastard!” Hana stepped out of the shower and slowly dried herself, humming softly Seether’s Love Her. She pulled on her pajamas before stepping out of the bathroom.

Hidan was leaning against the wall, and empty Pepsi can in his hand, his white hair slicked back and his pale amethyst eyes glinting sadistically at her. “Well, about time you cam out of the bathroom, bitch,” Hidan growled.

“Just because my family has been breeding dogs for centuries, doesn’t give you the right to call me a bitch, bitch,” Hana snarled. Hidan twitched as he walked up to her. He wore all black, his muscle shirt defining his muscular torso.

“Shut the fuck up and show me some goddamn fucking respect, you whore!” Hidan back handed her. Hana silently took it.

She had long ago learned that to just shut up and take it from both her boyfriends and those clients that liked to hit the girls. Abuse came with her line of work, even though Jiraiya was a stickler about weeding out the “Hitters” as he liked to call them, she still got a few of them.

Normally, Hidan would just hit her once, yell and belittle her, then kiss and maybe they’ll fuck. But tonight, Hana knew the so-called make-up sex was out of the question. Hidan wanted blood, and he wanted her blood. So, she calmly took the beating he dished out until her lip was bleeding and her left eye was starting to turn black and blue. Good thing Hidan has a job, Hana thought grimly as his fist landed on another part of her body.

Only this time there was no impact. Hana opened her eyes, thankfully her left eye wasn’t going to swell. She nearly gasped as she stared at her savoir. It was the same dark eyed man that saved her life. He was handsome, in his dark blue police uniform, his ash black hair tired back, his bangs framing his face.

“Hidan, I should arrest you for domestic violence, but I’ll let you off on a warning if you let me take the girl to my place,” the cop said calmly, his voice rich and smooth with a slight rasp. Hidan pulled his wrist free from the officer.

“Whatever you want Uchiha, she ain’t pretty anymore,” Hidan looked at Hana with a sneer.

“Miss, please gather some clothes,” the cop said politely.

“Uhm…” Hana blinked, too shocked to realize what was happening.

“Bitch, do as the cop said!” Hidan grabbed her by her hair brutally yanking on it.

The police officer suddenly pinned Hidan against the wall, slapping handcuffs on him. “Akatenshi Hidan, you are under arrest for domestic violence. You have the right to remain silent…”

Hana left as the cop read Hidan his rights to gather her things. She was smiling and felt oddly giddy about the new turn of events.

Hana soon found herself sitting opposite of the handsome cop that had saved her life twice, though Hana doubted he remembered her from the suicide attempt. She had learned his name was Uchiha Itachi and he was currently looking through her own rap sheet. “Arrested for prostitution,” he raised a dark eyebrow, “drug possession, drug abuse, possession with the intent to sell, by all means you should be locked up for life,” Itachi looked at her. “How the hell did you manage to get out of justice?” Itachi asked.

Hana snorted. She knew his type. The straight arrow, goody-two-shoes, brown nosing good cop. The ones that still believed justice was blind and the system worked and wasn’t broken, that corruption and greed hadn’t sank its teeth into the justice system. “Oh the usual,” Hana shrugged. “Slept with this judge and this lawyer, fed another judge a very colorful sob story of my life, which was pretty much all truth, I just stretched it a lot, gave others’ their drugs, you know,” she smirked as she leaned back, positioning her body for the maximum of sexuality, “the usual,” Hana leaned forwards, her hands before her. “Arrest me Officer Uchiha, I’ve been a really bad girl,” she smirked playfully.

Itachi blinked at the girl before him. She wasn’t that pretty, not with the bruises and fat lip, but he assumed she had a charm behind the bruises. Red fang tattoos were on her cheeks, her brown hair in a ponytail and brown eyes so dark they were nearly black. He couldn’t help but feel drawn to this woman.

The door opened: “Itachi, your little brother is here,” another man said, sticking his head in. He looked similar to Itachi, only his hair was short and wavy.

“All right Shisui,” Itachi looked at Hana then at Shisui. “Take Miss Inuzuka down to the waiting….better yet, send Sasuke in then take Miss Inuzuka to my father’s office,” Itachi said.

“Your father’s office?” Shisui seemed surprised.

“Yes, I’m going to take her home,” Itachi nodded, shuffling papers. Hana blinked in surprise, because she did not like being treated like some prize. She slammed her hands on Itachi’s desk.

“Listen here bub; I’m not some toy or stray dog you can just take home because you feel sorry for me! I’m a person!” Hana leaned in close; her nose was only inches away from Itachi. “So, get it through your thick egoistically head! I don’t like being treated like I’m chattel, like I’m less than human! That’s dark age thinking!” Hana growled. Itachi blinked before his lips twitched up into an annoying little smirk.

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” he hooded his eyes slightly, “Hana,” he breathed softly. Hana blinked before screeching and would’ve clawed out Itachi’s eyes if Shisui hadn’t grabbed her and dragged her out of the office, Sasuke watching with surprise from the door.

Shisui glanced at the fuming girl as they walked down the hall. “I can’t believe him! That bastard! When I get my hands on him I’m gonna slice his balls clean off!” Hana grumbled.

“That’s called aggravated assault against an officer and it’s a felony,” Shisui replied in a sing-song voice. Hana glowered at him.

“Do I fucking look like I care?” Hana snarled.

“No,” Shisui smirked, “not really.” Shisui and Hana continued to walk down the hall in silence, before the man snickered.

“What?” Hana glanced at him.

“Nothing, I just can’t believe this that’s all,” Shisui said.

“Why?”

“He must really want to get you in bed, he feels really sorry for you, cause he’s already had a soft spot for strays—”

“I’m not some stray there is a very good reason why I’m in this position and not as some big shot university!”

“Or he is fascinated by you,” Shisui glanced over at Hana with a cocky little smirk, “I’m guessing option one or three. But knowing my cuz, it’s properly option three. He’s gay, we think. Poor Mikoto wore black for a week to mourn the fact that her eldest son was gay,” Shisui said.

“You and that idiot are related?” Hana blinked.

“Yep. We’re cousins, through our fathers. I’m like his third cousin or something weird like that,” Shisui grinned. “Though, if you really want to get under his skin,” Shisui gave a perverted grin, “show him your tits. He’ll be forced to arrest for indecent exposure and then you can have your way with him.”

“Pervert!” Hana screeched and would’ve slapped him if it wasn’t against the law. But he did have a point, it would be fun to get Itachi to “arrest” her and have a wild bedroom romp because of it.

“Hey, I’m just saying,” Shisui chuckled. “Its just that Itachi never lets anything get to him, and you clearly did. Guy has the emotional capability of a rock. Mikoto may try to get you to marry Itachi,” Shisui said.

“Wait…what? Marry him! I just met him!” Hana protested.

“Well…umm…Mikoto really wants grandkids. Like really, really badly. Its been like a personal quest of hers, kinda scary,” Shisui scratched his head. “Hope your on the pill,” he muttered.

“If assaulting a police officer wasn’t a felony, I would so totally beat your ass,” Hana growled.

“Maybe I’ll take you home instead, I like a feisty chick,” he gave a perverted smirk before continuing towards Fugaku’s office.

Fugaku looked up as Shisui entered with Hana following him. “Shouldn’t she be locked up?” Fugaku asked.

“Itachi has taken a personal interest in her,” Shisui glanced at Hana, “and from what I heard, she’s the real victim here.”

“Have a seat Miss Inuzuka,” Fugaku sighed. “Shisui out,” Fugaku grumbled.

“Hn,” Shisui left. Hana gulped.

“So, is uhm...?” Hana bit back her question.

“Itachi is my eldest son if you are wondering,” Fugaku said, not bothering to look up from his paper work. “And I have read your rap sheet,” he added.

Double damn, Hana thought. Hana sat there in silence waiting for Itachi. The door opened revealing Itachi.

“Father,” he said stiffly.

“Take your little science project and go,” Fugaku waved his hand. Itachi motioned Hana to follow him. Hana got up and followed the Uchiha.

They drove to Itachi’s apartment in silence; and entered his rather plain apartment without any words spoken between them. “If you want to take another shower go ahead,” he said as he unbuttoned his blue shirt, not even looking at her as he headed towards his bedroom. Hana shook her head, watching him from the doorway’s shadows, she was trying to read him, it was something she was rather good at. Hell, she had to be on the streets; but the man was difficult to read.

He pulled the shirt off and neatly hung it up on a coat rack and Hana blushed slightly at the sight of his muscles for he only wore a white tank top. But what caught her eye were the scars on his arms, in the crook of his elbow. So, good cop Uchiha Itachi, isn’t such a good boy as I thought, Hana mused.

“Are you going to stare at me all night?” Itachi asked. Hana blinked at him and blushed when she realized he had easily snuck up on her. She folded her arms over her chest, jutting out one hip.

“Where did you get those scars?” she asked, tracing them lightly with her fingertips. He grabbed the offending hand and traced the dark scar on her neck with his own fingertip.

“And how did you acquire this cicatrix?” he purred softly. Hana grabbed his hand and glared at him.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Hana growled. Itachi chuckled softly and Hana shuddered. It was a rich velvety sound and she couldn’t help but want to hear more of it and wondered what he sounded like as she rode him long and hard.

“There is a hide-away bed in the couch,” he said.

“Don’t I have to pay rent or something,” Hana asked scratchily, a smirk coloring her lips.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” Itachi asked, blinking at her.

“Only if you want me to,” she replied softly, trailing one hand down his muscular arm. Hana shuddered, surprised at how soft and smooth his skin was. Itachi inclined his head, his dark eyes colored with mystery.

“And if I don’t?” he whispered softly. Hana noted that his breath smelled like tea not coffee.

“Then I guess I’ll hafta try harder than don’t I?” Hana smirked as her hand dropped to his torso, trailing along his chest, feeling each chiseled muscle he possessed, until it reached his waistband of his pants. She gave it a sharp tug. Itachi raised an eyebrow watching her with a gaze that was a cross between amusement and neutrality. His eyes widen slightly as her hand slipped into his pants. “Am I doing a good job?” Hana smirked.

“Hn,” he pulled her hand out only to pin her against the wall.

“That’s considered sexual harassment,” Itachi whispered, his dark eyes boring holes into her.

“Doll, I make a living by sexual harassing people,” Hana grinned at him. Itachi grunted before letting her go. He straightened.

“To answer your earlier question, no, you don’t need to give me any sexual favors,” Itachi said. “Good night Miss Inuzuka,” he headed into his bedroom and closed the door.

Hana stared at the door with a puzzled frown. “Hmph, what a weird guy,” she muttered, before heading to the couch, grabbing on of the blankets Itachi had draped over the back of a recliner. She grabbed a couple of throw pillows before flopping onto the couch with a yawn. She shifted around on the couch, before closing her eyes and falling asleep.

Itachi was surprise to see the woman curled up on his couch the next day. He half expected her to leave during the night. Not that he minded or anything, he was just a bit surprised, and a bit startled to see how beautiful and innocent she looked sleeping. He silently walked up to the sleeping woman and lightly traced the red tattoo on her cheek. She grunted and rubbed her face into the pillow. Itachi shook his head and entered the kitchen to make breakfast.

Hana woke up to the smell of food, groaning she sat up to stare at Itachi then glance at the clock. “Don’t you have to get to work?” she asked.

“Hn,” Itachi looked over his shoulder at her before going back to his omelet.

“Well?” Hana slipped out from under the blanket, slowly walking up to Itachi. “Are you going to answer my question?” she growled.

“Do you want an omelet?” he asked, looking at her with those hypnotic black eyes.

“Answer my question!” she growled.

“Its Friday, I have Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday off,” he sighed. “Now, do you want an omelet or not?”

“Fine,” she sighed. He gave a curt nodded and grabbed two eggs, not bothering to watch Hana sit down at the table.

They didn’t speak for fifteen minutes. “Here you go,” Itachi set Hana’s omelet down before her before sitting opposite of her; he began to calmly eat his omelet and drink his glass of orange juice. Hana poked at her food, before cutting into the egg and cheese concoction.

“Mushrooms?” she asked around a full mouth.

“Hn,” Itachi seemed engrossed in his newspaper.

“Kinda funny for a cop to have needle scars,” Hana said.

“Its none of your business,” Itachi muttered.

“Sure,” Hana finished off her omelet, got up and placed it in the sink. “Well, thanks for the food and letting me spend the night,” Hana headed towards the door. “I hafta go!” she brushed against his coat before exiting his house. Itachi heard the door click close and sighed. It suddenly felt really empty without her. Really empty and really lonely.

Hana smirked as she held Itachi’s wallet in her hand. “He didn’t even notice that it was gone, loser,” she muttered to herself as she left the apartment complex and headed into the opposite direction.

Itachi frowned as Shisui snickered. “It’s not funny!” Itachi grumbled, wondering what compelled his cousin to stop by.

“Actually, it kinda is, Mikoto is giving your old man an earful. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one that assumed you took the girl to bang her,” Shisui said.

“Hn,” Itachi rested his chin on his palm.

“And after giving your mother such hope that you weren’t gay, you could’ve at least lied about the fucking,” Shisui cackled.

“Out!” Itachi growled. Shisui snickered.

“Itachi, either your gay or you’re a eunuch,” Shisui dodged Itachi’s fork. “Hey! That could’ve taken out my eye!” Shisui protested, before he yanked the door open. “Later Ita-kun!” Shisui called before leaving. Itachi snorted as he headed towards the door that was left slightly ajar. He figured it was best if he went for a walk, maybe then he would forget about the damn girl and his apartment wouldn’t feel so cold, empty and lonely. He pulled on his jacket, zipped it up and shoved his hands into the pockets.

His eyes widened as he realized his wallet was gone. “Damn bitch!” he swore and headed out to find her.

Hana was enjoying her lunch, when Itachi walked up to her. “You whore!” he growled.

“Good afternoon to you too,” Hana bit into her cheeseburger. “And thank you for noticing that I am, in fact, as you like to put it a whore,” she added. “Now, shoo-shoo, I’m eating,” she said. He grabbed her cheeseburger and tossed it onto the ground. “Hey, I was eating that you bitch!” she glanced at him.

“You little thieving slut!” Itachi hauled her to her feet by her collar.

“What the fuck, you bastard! Unhand me!” Hana shouted.

“You stole my wallet!” he shouted.

“I call it borrowing,” Hana grumbled.

“You could’ve asked for some money!” he growled. Hana smirked.

“Why do you even care? I bet you are swimming in money, Mr. Uchiha Itachi!” Hana replied. Itachi twitched, and was seriously considering arresting her and dragging her sorry ass down to the precinct, if he would just stop staring at those damn lips of hers, puckered from the autumn cold.

Hana’s eyes flashed before she grabbed his face and kissed him. Itachi was shocked. His eyes growing wide as Hana’s lips gently massaged his own and she soon had her tongue in his mouth. He closed his eyes and happily returned the kiss. Hana pulled away, grinning before running off. “Hey! Get back here!” Itachi shouted, running after her.

“I still don’t see what’s the big deal is, I just bought a cheeseburger, I’ve stopped dealing a long time ago,” Hana grumbled. Itachi had caught up with her and she gave him back his wallet, about a dollar fifty short than when she took it.

“Though you still sell yourself,” Itachi pointed out.

“Only at Jiraiya’s House of Comely Paradise,” Hana smirked. “I’ve stopped doing the street thing,” she said. Itachi nodded before looking around at the people in the fast food joint. Hana sipped her soda. “I got this when I tried to kill myself,” she said, tracing the scar on her neck. “I would be dead if some guy hadn’t seen me laying on the ground bleeding to death and called the ambulance. Never learned his name and never saw him again,” Hana mused. Itachi stiffened slightly, as he remembered the girl he found, bleeding, looking lost and he couldn’t just leave her there to die. He jumped slightly when Hana placed her hand on his arm. “He had eyes like yours…in color, not in the burdening emotional angst of doom,” Hana said, before continuing to eat.

“And why do you care about this stranger that saved your life?” Itachi asked. “To tell him thank you?”

“Nope,” Hana shook her head, “to ask him why he felt my life was worth saving.”

“Maybe he saw something worth saving as the light of life slowly left your eyes,” Itachi replied softly. Hana snorted.

“You have a way with words Uchiha, but flattery gets you nowhere fast with me,” Hana sipped her coke. “So, tell me about your scars?” she asked.

“Why are you interested in them?” he asked.

“You’re a cop. Cops aren’t suppose to have scars indicative of a criminal,” Hana said. He grabbed a few fries from her tray thoughtfully planning his next move as he munched on the salty deep fried potato slices, before her grabbed her free hand and shoved her sleeve up passed her elbow. “Hey!” Hana protested, glaring at the man then glancing at her own scars. She pulled away and pushed her sleeve down. “Why are you so surprise about them? You read my rap sheet.”

“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” he asked.

“Nah,” Hana shook her head. He raised an eyebrow. “I’ve been in and out of JuV since I was ten, always was getting into fights at school. Dropped out of high school to support my mom and kid brother,” Hana bit her burger. “Around that time I met Orochimaru, he became my pimp, cause a girl won’t make it very far without a pimp, kinda like a geisha and her dana. Orochimaru got me hooked on the drugs. Then I wised up when I was nineteen, kicked the habit, which wasn’t very fun,” Hana shuddered. “Withdrawal is hell, that’s how I got this,” she traced the scar on her neck. “I wanted a hit so badly, but…Shino and Kiba, they kept me from the drugs, they and the man that saved my life, saved me from the brink,” Hana smiled. “Now, I work as a stripper for Jiraiya. I still do specials for some of his pricey patrons, but he makes sure the girls are treated well,” Hana leaned back wiping her hands on a napkin. “You’re turn.”

Itachi blinked, looking at her. “Excuse me?” he asked.

“Your turn, spill your guts,” she said.

“You are a fool for telling me your life story,” Itachi commented. Hana leaned forwards.

“I’m tough, I’m a street kid. We all came from broken homes, why hide the fact that we were born into fucked up lives?” Hana grinned. Itachi stood up.

“Maybe when we get more acquainted,” he said.

“You really have a stick shoved up your ass,” Hana grumbled.

“Hn,” Itachi continued to stare at her.

“Listen why don’t you stop by House of Comely Paradise, I go on at nine, watch me dance,” she smirked.

“No,” he headed for the door.

“Aaw, why not, are you really gay?” she asked. Itachi froze to glare at her. “It doesn’t bother me, I’ve fucked both.”

“Hn,” he narrowed his eyes.

“Just come, bring that cousin of yours, maybe he’ll get you to lighten up,” Hana said, as she slipped out of the booth and walked up to him. “Its all legal,” she giggled before sashaying out of the fast food joint, leaving Itachi dumbfounded and his pants a tad bit tighter.

“Hana! You’re up!” Shizune shouted. Though not a stripper, Shizune was vital to the girls at Jiraiya’s club. She was the liaison between the girls and Jiraiya and took care of them.

“Thanks Shizu-chan!” Hana applied the last of the cover up on her scars and bruises, before heading towards the door.

“Hana, dazzle them tonight,” Shizune ran up to Hana and shoved a toy whip into the Inuzuka’s hands. “You are sexy and you’re dangerous, yet you like to have fun. And there is a special guy out there tonight,” Shizune winked and Hana hoped it was Itachi.

Itachi eyed Shisui, who seemed to be enjoying himself. “Shisui,” Itachi grumbled.

“Hey, you can go home if you want,” Shisui smirked.

“Hn,” Itachi glanced around, his dark eyes picking up things.

“So, who is this girl?” Shisui asked.

“I told you, she’s the Inuzuka girl,” Itachi grumbled. Shisui nodded as he sipped his beer.

“Why don’t you drink, loosen up!” Shisui slapped a hand onto Itachi’s back.

“Hn,” Itachi watched as the curtain lifted, revealing a masked man with silver hair.

“Our next kunoichi is armed and dangerous! Put your hands together for the lovely, sexy and dangerous…Fang!” Kakashi announced before vanishing through a trap door on the stage.

Itachi’s eyes nearly jumped out of his skull. The girl that was swaying her hips and hanging on the pole was surely not the same girl he bought a cheeseburger for. She didn’t have a mark on her body, save for the red tattoos on her cheeks. He was drawn to her, hypnotized by the way her hips swayed from side to side, how she pulled herself on that pole, hell! He wanted to be that pole! Just to feel her tongue against his skin, better yet, those pearly teeth against his flesh. Itachi groaned.

“Itachi?” Shisui shook him.

“Hn?” Itachi looked at his cousin and best friend.

“You okay?” Shisui asked.

“Peachy,” Itachi fixed his eyes on the nearest fat guy, and it took all of his will power not to look at the dancing beauty.

It was a quarter to one. Shisui had gone home, he still had a job, and told Itachi he envied him for his stretch of days off. “Hi-ya!” Hana grinned sliding into a seat besides Itachi. He didn’t jump, just calmly looked at her.

“Hn,” he snorted.

“So, didja like it?” Hana asked. Of course he liked it, he loved it.

“Hn,” he sipped his water.

“Why don’t you come over to my place, and I’ll show you the forbidden stuff,” Hana purred. Itachi blinked and was sorely tempted to take her up on the offer. “Not only would it crush my feelings but I’m pretty sure the little weasel wants to play,” Hana smirked. Itachi was glad that the lighting in the placed was screwy, because Hana couldn’t see his blush. “Well, if you change your mind,” she sighed dramatically and got up and took one step before Itachi pulled her back into his lap, nuzzling her bare neck.

“How dare you torment me and think you can just get away with it?” he whispered, his chapped lips brushing against her skin. Hana snickered.

“Then come upstairs, there are private rooms,” Hana grinned.

“No,” Itachi looked at her. “My place,” a predatory glint sparked in his black orbs, “I don’t want anyone to hear you scream my name in rapture.”

“Okay, just let me get my stuff and tell Shizune,” Hana pulled free of Itachi’s grasp and ran up to another woman.

Hana was surprised that Itachi hadn’t jumped her yet. Most house calls, the guy jumped her before the door was even close; knowing the Kakashi and Ibiki weren’t there to stop them from getting too frisky. “Bet its his first time, I hate breaking in newbies,” Hana grumbled.

“Actually no, I’ve had sex before,” Itachi said.

“Yeah, with yourself,” Hana smirked, as she saw Itachi blush slightly.

“No, her name was Miho if you must know. She and I were an item a few years ago,” Itachi held his head high, “we’ve since broken up,” he finished a bit indignantly.

“Right, sure,” Hana flopped back, skillfully positioning herself to look the most inviting as possible. “Whatever you say big boy, just give it to me rough,” she smirked, as Itachi walked closer to her. “Though on second thought, I doubt you are that big,” she teased.

Itachi pounced on her. “Are you implying you’ve seen bigger?” he purred.

“Maybe,” Hana pushed herself up, catching his lips with hers. Itachi’s closed her eyes with a soft moan, his hands running along her waist, only to slip under the skimpy little tank top that was her night shirt. Hana bit his lip. He pulled away blinking.

“What? I can’t have my way with you now?” he growled, eyes narrowing.

“Tch,” she sat up, wiggling into his lap as she tossed her arms over his neck. She began kissing his jaw, then down along his neck, her hands slipping under the white tank top, easily removing it from his body; nipping his shoulders.

Itachi groaned, his hands tightening as Hana wiggled in his lap and nipped his skin. “Hana,” he breathed into her ear.

“Hm?” she looked at him, before she was suddenly on her back.

“I’ll have you know, a little pain doesn’t bother me,” he leaned down towards her, “you’ll have to do more than that to get me to scream; because before the night is done I’ll have you screaming,” he pulled the top off her body exposing her marred flesh and perky breasts. He smirked, a hungry look in those onyx eyes of his. Hana blinked, suddenly calm and sure of herself, she knew Itachi wouldn’t hurt her, not like the others, not like Hidan.

Hana groaned, arching her back as he bit her shoulder, his calloused hands running along her toned stomach. “That’ll leave a mark,” Hana pointed out.

“Mine,” he breathed, pinching her nipples, while his other hand slipped into her pants to finger her sex. Hana moaned softly, wiggling her hips.

“All yours,” she breathed, yet it didn’t sound hollow any more. She didn’t mind belonging to this strange, dark eyed man.

Itachi kissed her breasts before suckling on them in turn, almost as if he was a newborn. Hana moaned softly, her breath catching in her throat. She half heartedly pushed against his chest, which was smooth and bare and so muscular. She found his tied back hair and pulled the ribbon free, his hair cascading down his shoulders and face. Hana gleefully fisted her hands into those black locks, tugging at them, causing Itachi to moan and bit her breasts.

She felt her pajama bottoms being removed as Itachi kissed and nipped his way down to her waist, pausing only to thrust his tongue into her naval. Hana giggled, weaving her fingers through his dark hair. She was so wet and was throbbing with desire, he was just staring at her, playing with the dark curls atop her woman. “Ita—” he bent down and kissed her sex, “—chiii!” Hana moaned, pressing her knees around his head to keep him down there.

Itachi chuckled softly, holding her ankles, enjoying the feel of her knees pressing against his head and her hands in his hair. Hana’s heady musk and the scent of her arousal made him grow harder, and the restrictiveness of his pants were physically starting to hurt. He tugged on her outer lips with his teeth, just to hear her moan, but he wanted to hear her yelp, maybe even scream, so he bit down harder and gave a sharper tug. He was rewarded with a sharp dog like yip, before he thrust his tongue into her cavern, lapping at her juices.

Hana moaned softly, she was so hot, so wet, so close to coming, any second now and…

Hana glared down at Itachi, as he raised his head up, she twitched, she was about to come and he had to stop, fucking ass, well, he’ll pay for that, Hana easily pushed him onto his back, ignoring his slightly manic laughter as her hands and lips touched, scratched, kissed and bit every inch of that delectable flesh he possessed.

She tugged off his pants, tossing them over her shoulder, underwear and all, before staring at his manhood. “Well?” his voice soft and husky as he fingered himself. “Am I everything you imagined?” he smirked. Hana grinned.

“Let’s see how you fit first, then I’ll think about buying,” she kissed his lower thigh, slowly working her upwards, her fingers digging into his calves. Hana licked his shaft, slowly, as if she was savoring a popsicle. Itachi let out a shuddering groan as she kissed the crown, before taking all of him into her mouth. She pulled back slowly, only to take the foreskin between her teeth and give it a sharp, slightly painful tug. Itachi silently gasp, and Hana licked the crow, shuddering as Itachi groaned.

“Damn you,” he muttered as Hana, giggling pulled away.

“Tit for tat,” she sneered.

Itachi pounced on her, and didn’t even bother giving her a warning as he dove himself into her up to the hilt. Hana couldn’t help but scream in rapture. Itachi began steady rhythm, Hana mumbling for him to go harder, faster, and he was only too happy to comply.

Hana pulled him down, her nails cutting red fissures into his skin. She bit down on his shoulder, and then she came; she increase the pressure of her bite until she tasted blood in her mouth, but she didn’t care and Itachi didn’t seem to mind at the moment either, because his eyes were glassy as he climaxed.

Itachi wondered why his arms were shaking so badly. Hell, he’d never had an orgasm like that before and it was…wonderful. He couldn’t help but stare down at the woman beneath him. With a sleepy smile, Hana tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. “You’re cute when you smile,” she murmured, before drifting off to sleep. Itachi pulled out of her, before he fell besides her. Hana mumbled in her sleep as he pulled her close, kissing her neck. He didn’t love her, maybe he did, but he surely cared about her, the sex was awesome and he knew that given time, he knew he could love her. Itachi smiled as he nuzzled her neck.

“Hana,” he whispered softly and vaguely wondered how he got so lucky.

Hana felt hot breath on her the next morning. Her brain was fuzzy and refusing to compute anything, other than the fact that she was warm, safe and very, very happy. Slowly as she woke up she tired to get up, but a pair of strong arms held her in place.

“Nnngh,” someone nuzzled her bare back. Then is all came back to her. Last night, Itachi, sex, the club, everything. She groaned. How could she have been so stupid to actually fall asleep in his own bed! It was a no-no in her book. Bang ‘em and leave ‘em, is how she worked. Hana rolled over as best she could to stare into Itachi’s sleeping face. She couldn’t help but be reminded of a child for his face was relaxed, the lines on either side of his nose weren’t that noticeable. He was tranquil, as she gently pushed more black hair from his face. “Hana?” he breathed softly, startling her.

“Sh,” she cupped his cheek. “Sleep, I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered. He smiled and chuckled softly.

“Nah, I’ve been awake for a good hour and a half,” he smirked.

“Bitch,” she grumbled, trying to fight down the blush that crept onto her cheeks. There was something oddly flattering about knowing that he had watched her sleep.

Hana sat up, grabbing her pajama top, and pulling over her head. “Well, thanks for the sex, but I have to get going,” Hana was about to get out of bed, but Itachi grabbed her hand.

“Stay,” his voice was soft. It wasn’t a command but a request. “I’ll make breakfast,” he said. Hana blinked.

“I barely know you!” Hana pointed out. Swell Hana, ruin the moment why don’tcha? Really smooth girl, she mentally kicked herself. Itachi frowned, letting go of her wrist.

“I know, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t’ve asked,” he muttered, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and slipping into them. Hana felt her heart crack at his dejected mannerism.

Awkward.

“Hey, Itachi, uhm…I’d love to stay,” she smiled. He looked at her, blinking then smiling.

“I’ll fix waffles then,” he turned and headed towards the door. Hana caught sight of a small red cloud tattooed onto his left shoulder blade.

Akatsuki? He was a member of Akatsuki!?

The end of Act I.

Originally it was gonna be one helluva ridiculously long oneshot, but I felt it was best if this story was told in three parts. There will be two more “acts”, though I doubt they’ll be as long as this one.

Holy flying fuck! Did I write that smut?

Yes, I did! I did! I read too much of Spleefmistress’s works! I love you girl!

And I watch too much crime drama. I know, I know!

Well, I hope you enjoy this one and “Love Her” is one of the best songs by Seether. And it really fits the first act.

Anyways….byebye!

R’n’R or I’ll hurt you.

PS: Don’t know why I always stick Hana and Hidan together in these dark AUs or why I make Itachi an ex-druggie. Just like that theme. Meh. Oh, and the title means “second chance”. Oh, and this is the first time I've written Shisui. XP

DJ