A Home for the Holidays.

A/n: So, my lovely duckies... This is my first Naruto fic. But, this is not my first fic. I've been writing a good while, and my Harry Potter fans will tell you I'm fairly alright at it, so I hope you enjoy!

Summary: In a world where the rich and the high class have become bored with conventional luxuries of the world, CEO Uchiha Itachi is just fine with his simple, solitary life. A new fad is sweeping the upper class societies though, and Itachi finds himself the reluctant owner of a Human Pet thanks to his mysterious boss.


Warnings: Slave, D/s, Abuse, Racism, B.Mod, mentions of Beast, mentions of Minor, Rape & Molestation, cross dressing, M/M, Incest, Yaoi( including anal, fellatio, frott, and much more) AND AU. This is VERY AU. As in, Modern day style. Itachi/Naruto.

Chapter 1: Baby it's Cold Outside.

New York City is a harsh environment. Even for it's natives. Someone had once said that no one chooses to live in New York, the city traps you and keeps your there until it's done with you. Uzumaki Naruto had not heard that saying, unfortunately. But, as with any young, vulnerable man, it only took a few moments on the street for him to see just how cruel the city was to the innocent.

Late October had rain pouring like someone had simply opened a pipe to dump on the city without stop. The pavement was black with the glassy water. Tires of cabs and cars that flew by the over-stacked buildings hissed as they cut through deep puddles. Not a single driver seemed to care that each lake-sized puddle they sped through tossed a tidal wave of murky gutter-water onto the pedestrians. Low-laying clouds shrouded the tops of the seemingly endless sky-scrapers that towered like grim guardians over a corrupt city of crooks and the forgotten. To be homeless in New York was to be invisible. For most. For the lucky. At least, Naruto considered the invisible lucky.

The exotic looking youth didn't have such luck. Obviously Asian in appearance, it was his deeply tanned skin, naturally flaxen blonde hair, and unnervingly blue eyes that made him stick out amongst the crowds of forgotten men and women. It was the other, smaller details about him that drew the unfavorable to jeer at him. Looking to be no older than 17, he was thin, lanky, but not as skeletal and emaciated as the other Forgotten. His clothes were new, and of good quality, from the looks of it. His orange coat was, thankfully, waterproof. A small blessing to him, as it had kept the thick black sweater beneath it dry for a good many hours. But as the day had progressed, the rain that poured in waterfalls down his neck soon has the cotton fully saturated and plastered to his skin, just as his dark washed denim jeans had become. The biting wind of the late autumn season had finally started to chill him through to the bone. His bare feet had already been numb the last hour or so. It was odd that, in his fairly put-together appearance, that his feet were bare. But no one would ask, of course.

The blank look that glazed over his bright cerulean eyes had dulled the effect they had on people that would normally look at him and become almost entranced. He stared, unblinking for the most part, at a leaf that was pasted to the sidewalk between his feet. Huddled just inside the mouth of an alleyway, beside a dumpster which he'd finally become immune to the smell of, Naruto shivered in silence, praying to be invisible.

Other than his comparatively opulent clothing, the young Japanese mans face was something that drew eyes his way. Aside from the long thin whisker-like scars, his right cheekbone was painted black and blue, tinged yellow, with a broad, widespread bruise. It had slowly been growing, taking over the red print that a fist had obviously left on his face. Already it had reached his jaw, taking over a great deal of space. Without even talking, his body told a story. Each Forgotten had a story. One that would most likely never be told.

It was the oddness, and the draw of his out of place character that drew Kisame to him. He'd been given very specific instructions from his boss to find a specific kind of person. And after nearly 5 hours of driving slowly though the streets of the city, the man finally saw the sparkle of damp golden hair against the drab backdrop of gray, flaking brick. Slowing his non nondescript, black car to a pause alone the road, the man ignored the angry honks of the drivers behind him, watching the youth for a long minute before pulling over to the side of the road, pulling out his cellphone. He wouldn't approach until he'd been given the okay. Rolling down the passenger side window, Kisame took a picture of the young man, and hit send. It was only a few moments before he received a very simple reply.

“Get Him.”

Chuckling a bit, the man let his lips slide into a wide grin, looking incredibly pleased with himself as his sharp teeth glinted at him in the rear-view mirror. Kisame new he was a bit of a frightening man to look at, his skin so pale it nearly had a greyish blue tint, his mouth wide and almost always smirking, His eyes, small, but impossibly round, were almost always covered in tinted sunglasses, so as to lessen the impact of his frightening visage. Clearing his throat and grabbing the large umbrella from his passenger seat, the thug like man finally climbed out of the sleek vehicle and popped the device open to protect his tailored black suit.

It only took a few long strides to carry his intimidating frame over to the huddled figure at the entrance of the alleyway, before he crouched down next to the blond, his umbrella covering them both from the pounding onslaught of rain. He waited, patiently, for the young face to turn up to look at him. Those eyes, which Kisame had not seen until just then, were no longer blank, but startling and guarded pools of glacial ice. It took all his years of experience to not gasp in surprise at the clear blue color that stared at him. Through him.

“My boss has a business proposition for you, kid.” He said finally. A long silence followed, and the blond continued to just staring at him. Taking into account his Japanese appearance, Kisame's eyebrows cocked, and he tried again, but this time repeated his sentence in their native tongue. That finally elicited a reaction. A scowl and a glint of offense to those startling eyes.

“I'm not selling my body to some nasty old perv. So you can tell him no. And I can speak English fine.” Naruto replied in a snappy tone, looking away fast. Despite what he'd insinuated, the young man spoke entirely in fluent Japanese Kisame laughed sharply, the shark-like man amused.

“My boss ain’t old, and he's not a perv, from what I've seen. And I been working for him for a long time, kid. He'd got a straight up, legal offer for you that'll give you a warm home, food, and an income. And you don't even gotta do nothing. No sex, no work. You just gotta be you.” Looking back up at him wearily, Naruto scowled even deeper.

“Like I'd ever believe that load of crap.” He barked, his arms clenching tighter around his legs, hugging his knees tighter to his chest. He'd been warned about being picked up by pimps like this.

“You can read through the contract yourself, kid.” Pulling a copy of the paper from the pocket inside the lapel of his blazer, Kisame unfolded it and handed it over to Naruto, his numb fingers took it hesitantly, his face still skeptical as he looked at the man with a frown. At least, with one more insistent nod of Kisame's head toward the paper, Naruto turned his gaze to the contract, frowning as he translated it slowly in his head.......

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…........”You did what?” Uchiha Itachi asked, his voice just as deadpanned as his face. Dark eyes blazed in anger and disbelief at his boss. There he stood, on the top floor of Akatsuki International, in front of the desk of the only man higher up in the company than him. President Nagato. Or Pein, as Itachi knew him. The two were friends, after a sort. As close to friends as the two interesting men allowed themselves, that is. The orange haired man leaned back in his desk, staring at Itachi with an unamused expression. He was obviously not what you would expect of the president of a major corporation, with the metal studding his face, or the unnatural orange tint of his hair. He was young as well. Folding his hands in his lap, idly tapping his black-painted fingertips against his own knuckles.

“You heard me, Itachi.” He said nonchalantly, cloudy gray eyes glinting almost dangerously.

“I must have heard wrong.

“You didn't.”

“You found me a pet.”

“Yes.” Feeling a growl of frustration bubble up in his throat, Itachi somehow managed to maintain his normal state of indifference. The only sign that he was agitated was that his eyebrows were set a little lower than normal.

“I'm allergic to animals.” He lied smoothly.

“You're not. And this pet isn't an animal anyway.” Pein countered easily, without missing a beat. His own face didn't shift. He'd shown no sign of backing down, and wouldn't.

“It's not an animal.” Itachi stated, repeating the words with only a slightly uncertain tone behind the words.

“Correct.” Finally, it dawned on Itachi what Nagato had up his sleeve. He felt the tight tendons in his jaw clench and unclench in an involuntary twitch.

“You got me a human pet.” He stated at least. Pein didn't answer verbally this time, already knowing that Itachi knew the answer.

“Why?” Was his only question, after a long silence.

“Do I need to explain myself?” Pein asked, leaning back in his chair a little more, raising an inquisitive eyebrow, that dared Itachi to challenge him. The Uchiha already knew he'd not win this, but he damn sure wouldn't leave without an explanation.

“Well considering you've volunteered me to take care of a human being for God knows how long, I think I deserve one.” The dark haired man said finally, his shoulders almost trembling with how tense he felt. This was the last thing he'd expected when he'd been called to Peins office.

“The contract is for a year, initial, and subject to review after that.” Pein offered to the unspoken question from the other mans statement. “As for why... I have my reasons. None of which I'm ready to divulge just yet. Your pet has already been picked out, and with Kisame right now, on their way to get him cleaned up, and deliver him to your apartment. The boy's already signed his contract, and it's been notarized. All that's left is for you to sign yours.” Nagato explained easily, his gaze unfaltering. Leaning forward, his slid the single piece of pristine paper over the glass desktop to Itachi, a pen already sitting on it in wait.

“And if I don't want to agree to this?” Itachi tested warily. Peins face didn't shift or show any sign or what he was thinking.

“We both know the answer to that, Itachi.” He said in a quiet dangerous voice. Restraining his frustrated sigh, the man finally lowered his harsh black gaze and walked forward, pulling on a pair of thin, wire rimmed glasses that he needed for reading and began to look over the contract. He'd sign it, of course. He had no choice. But he wanted to know what he was getting into. It seemed entirely legitimate, an almost carbon copy of all of these new Pet Agreement contracts. Though he'd never voice his opinions on the matter, the entire idea of it was sickening to the Uchiha. But then, he hated the idea of being owned by anyone.

Yet, here he felt owned by Nagato. Scowling, Itachi finally lifted the pen, and scrawled out his signature on the proper line, before tossing the contract back to Nagato, and spinning on his heels, heading out the door to return to his office.