A Home for the Holidays.

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 2: Silent Night.

“So what's a Japanese punk like you doin' out on the streets of New York City?” Kisame asked, glancing at the shivering figure that was currently soaking the upholstery in the back seat of his car. The kid was soaked to the core from the rain, but there wasn't much Kisame could do about that, except turn the heat up more, and hope that the young mans cold tremors subsided soon. The attractive youths face scowled a little more and he shook his head.

“I don't gotta tell you anything, mister. You're not the one I signed the contract with.” Came the wavering voice, faltered by the chatter of his teeth. Shaking his head with a bit of a chuckle, the older man shifted to sit easier in his seat.

“Doesn't mean I can't make small talk, kid.” The entire time, they'd been speaking their native tongues. It was clear to Kisame that, despite the blond claiming he could speak English, he actually couldn't. At least not past a few simple words. He'd even ended up translating the contract to the boy, which had disgruntled the blond even further. It was the signature that caught Kisame. It was in the traditional Kanji, and spelled out Uzumaki Naruto. A name that he didn't even slightly recognize. It stuck with him though.

“I don't know what kinda small talk you usually get, but where I come from that's a little deeper than 'how about that weather.' Teme.” Naruto grumbled, hugging himself tighter. He could feel the sweet relief of the hot air blowing on him, but it didn't ease the cold ache that had settled all the way into his marrow. Laughing, the sound was a harsh, almost scary sound from the older male. Kisame couldn't help but take a liking to the teen. He was honest, blunt, and funny. Itachi would hate him. At first, for sure. But maybe the blond brat would grow on the stiff Uchiha.

“Alright alright. You got me there. How old are you, kid?” Kisame asked, his eyes flicking back to the rear-view mirror for a second, before he focused back onto the road, turning the corner. They were getting into the upper class part of town, passing stores that most people couldn't afford to even step inside of. Deciding that this was a better subject than the previous question, Naruto gave the man a bone. He'd been pretty nice so far.

“I'll be 20 soon.” He muttered, wincing when he saw the surprise on Kisame. “Oh shut it. I know I look like a kid.” He snapped fast, before anything could be said to him that he hadn't already heard a million times before.

Chuckling wryly, Kisame shook his head. “Alright, sorry. I guess you get that a lot?” He asked, finally pulling up to a building that looked more like an office tower than the apartment complex that it was.

“Yeah, you could say that.” Naruto shrugged, his eyes flickering around warily as they headed down into the parking garage beneath the building. His face gave away very little as to what he was thinking, and Naruto was grateful for that. He refused to look as scared as he felt.

“Alright, we're here. Well, kinda. Gotta head up, get you cleaned up and checked out.” Kisame explained, parking the car right beside an elevator, getting out and opening Naruto's door. If it wasn't for the fact that there were no handles on the two rear doors, Naruto would have been uneasy about being treated like he couldn't do anything for himself. Climbing out and staggering a little before his aching feet managed to keep his balance, Naruto glared a little at the elevator.

“How far up are we going?” He asked as they stepped onto the lift. Kisame hit the very last bottom, reading the number 30.

“All the way.” The older man replied, sending yet another one of his shark-like grins to his small companion. With a slightly panicked expression, Naruto burrowed himself into the corner of the large lift, holding onto the rails. His knuckles were a little white.

“I hate elevators.” He muttered, closing his blue eyes tightly...........


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….......”Why are you still here?” Itachi closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he listened to the emotionless voice that had come from the phone speaker, pressed to his ear.

“Nagato, I'm working.” He replied plainly. But he knew what Pein meant to say.

“You've worked enough, Itachi. Go home. You're neglecting your pet already, and you haven't even met him.” ….click.....

Letting out the smallest of irritated sighs, Itachi set the phone down on it's base with a loud plastic clack. This was already becoming such a stress to him. Staring down at the report he'd read over five times already to stall, the raven haired man finally sat back and pushed his chair back just enough to stand up. The words that Nagato had delivered him were much deeper than they appeared on the surface. Neglecting a pet was strictly forbidden according to his contract. Weather it be physical or mental neglect. The Uchiha had been distracted since the moment he'd returned to his office, trying to decide what exactly Pein was playing at. But so far he was unable to figure it out. And he doubted that he would until the mysterious man decided that he wants Itachi to know.

Slipping his suit jacket back on, Itachi grabbed his briefcase and his cellphone, heading to his car so he could make his reluctant way home.....


…..Naruto felt weird.

The apartment he was sitting in was grand, yes. It was rich, and had top of the line electronics, expensive furniture, it probably had expensive paint. But it was missing any kind of personalization. It didn't feel like anyone lived in it. It was like one of those show houses that real estate agents decorate so that people can see what the house would look like if someone lived there, but you could feel that there was, in fact, no life going on in the dwelling. That's how this place felt. He'd almost begged Kisame not to go when the man declared that he had to leave, after receiving a brief, cryptic phonecall.

But Naruto wouldn't be that vulnerable. He was safe. He just had to keep telling himself that.

Safe.

But there he was, sitting on an overstuffed black leather couch, shivering. Not from cold, no. From anxiety. He was as warm as ever finally, a hot bath having taken care of that. He'd been grateful for it, sure, though he would have preferred it if it hadn't been presided by Kisame. The man had assured Naruto that he was required to do this, following his assignment to the t. Even going as far as to hover while a doctor looked Naruto over, did a physical and ran a few easy tests to insure that the boy was healthy. Which, surprisingly, he was.

After the whirlwind of preparations, cleaning, and examinations, Naruto was left in just a plain black robe. His clothes had been taken, most likely to be cleaned, or thrown away. He didn't know. But that wasn't his job to worry about now. Even though his contract had stated that sex was not an obligation, and any sex that was not consented to by both parties would still be legally considered rape, Naruto was beginning to wonder if that was just a formality. The cleaning he'd received had been embarrassingly thorough, leaving his tan skin with a healthy pink glow. He was almost uncomfortable, feeling this clean. It bordered on feeling dirty in a way that was deeper than skin.

Scowling a little more, Naruto curled up a little tighter where he sat, looking around. If he wasn't so anxious, he'd probably be bored. Kisame had left him with the promise that his owner would be home soon, and to just be a good boy. He'd even tossed a playful comment back that he'd come over to play again, maybe take Naruto for a walk to the park. Naruto was half offended, and half amused. If it wasn't he that was the pet, he would have laughed at the joke. So he sent the man off with a middle finger raised high.

Through his bath and examinations, Kisame had given Naruto a quick brief about the man that owned the apartment they were in. Brief being the keyword. All he knew was that the mans name was Uchiha Itachi; That he, obviously, was Japanese as well; And that he was a successful businessman who owned the top two floors of this building. As if he hadn't been intimidated before....

Each small sound had Naruto jumping, and in the quiet lulls he reached up to play with his soft hair that was only slightly damp now after having been toweled dry from his bath. He smelled like peaches, from the soaps that had been used on him. “Ugh.... I feel like a girl...” He muttered, dropping his hand, and finally, fed up with waiting for something to happen, hauled himself up to his feet. Naruto felt bare, being naked as he was under the black satiny robe he'd been given. Making sure to pull the fabric around him tighter to cover his chest more fully, the blond headed to the large floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the bright city. Night had fallen almost an hour prior, making all of the dazzling lights below light up. He had to admit, it was beautiful, when you looked at it from above.

Just as he'd settled to lean against a table nearby, and watch the bustling city, the slam of the front door caused Naruto to jump right back up to his feet, stiff and bristling as he trembled, keeping his eyes directed forward carefully. He was suddenly terrified to turn around, knowing that it wouldn't be Kisame striding through the door this time, but instead, Uchiha Itachi.......


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…........ Itachi had stayed down in the parking garage for as long as he could justify, smoking through two cigarettes before the rush of nicotine told him that one more would be too many. It was an awful habit, he knew, but one that he relished. The elevator ride had been entirely too stressful for his tastes. And when he stood outside his apartment door, cursing the situation, the businessman felt like an idiot. He was letting a situation, and a boy he'd never seen before, send him into the foulest mood he'd had in a great while. Closing his eyes, and gathering himself with a deep breath, Itachi pushed his door open, letting it slam shut behind him as he kicked his shoes off, entering his home casually. It was his home. What right did some punk have to make him dread coming to the only place that was just his, and his alone. He tried to uphold that fortification as he stripped his jacket and tie off, dumping them, along with his briefcase into a large chair right in the living room that he'd stepped into out of the foyer.

For an almost excruciatingly long minute, his eyes were carefully trained onto the floor, his face passive and unreadable. But when he wasn't greeted, Itachi looked up, curiously, to see if he was alone or not. A quick sweep of the furniture in the living room told him that there wasn't anybody there. Wide eyes darted around the rest of the room, before coming to an almost screeching halt on the figure at the window. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, Itachi felt like someone had punched him. Seeing that figure there made it almost frighteningly real. And it shook the older man deeply. What bothered him most that the initial reaction his body gave him. His chest tightened as he took in the shock of yellow hair, the slender but masculine figure, and the teases of smooth, tan skin that he could see. He'd been told that his pet was of the heritage as him, but he was finding that hard to believe. From behind, he felt as though he could have easily been looking at a tanned white guy. He was tall as well. Nearly the same height as the uncommonly tall Uchiha. At 6 foot, Itachi towered over most of his family and coworkers.

Already he was mentally cursing Pein as he waited, silently. His dark eyes soaked in the details of his pet, what he could at the moment, at least. The tremors that the blond seemed to be suffering were subtle, and came involuntarily from what Itachi observed. The biggest sign of his new pets anxiety was the way his fists were clenched, and shook uneasily at his sides.

“Turn around.” He heard himself command in a firm voice. It took the raven haired businessman by surprise to hear the words rumble from his chest. He knew that his face was composed into an almost angry mask. And he was, angry, because he knew that Pein had done this on purpose, playing at what he knew was Itachi's weakness. The young mans quivering paused suddenly, for a moment, before he shivered. The tone in his owners voice had tightened Naruto's stomach into a knot. If that velvet voice was any kind of testament to the mans appearance, the blond knew that he was doomed. He simply couldn't bring himself to obey just yet.

Itachi's frown deepened, and he took a few steps closer, loosening the cuffs on his shirt, before rolling his sleeves up. “Turn around, Uzumaki Naruto.” He commanded again in a firmer voice, taking pleasure in the second shiver that worked it's way down the blonds spine. The contract he'd read at Peins desk had spelled out the name of his charge, but this was the first time he'd spoken it, tasting the syllables. He decided he liked the name, and that only deepened his scowl.

Hearing such a direct command, Naruto found himself obeying automatically, his weight shifting around as he let his body turn, his eyes staying on the floor until he was completely facing his owner. Taking a deep breath, Naruto reinforced his courage, and raised his gaze to lock onto the intense black smolder that was fastened on him. For a split second, there was only the two of them, and Naruto knew that he was caught, wide blue eyes startled and fixed as Itachi stared right back in almost equal shock. The electric charge in the air was almost audible.