Precious Broken Things

A/N: This is a plotfic, not focusing on the sex or the torment, like my usual fare. There will be sex eventually though, and it will but ItaSasu, though there may be other pairings mentioned before that point. This is an experiment for me, something I don't feel entirely comfortable with yet, so cut me some slack while I figure it all out. This is an old story, but I've recently picked it back up in an effort to finish off some of the things I've left hanging, before I start anything new that's over a chapter. enjoy, and tell me how you like it guys!



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Prologue:



The Ginza club is smoky and dark, five floors above the street, usually full of businessmen and white collar criminals, looking to make deals in semi private. This is a Yakuza block, the police won't venture here, and as long as neither the area or the organization are harmed, it is accepted practice. The room isn't very big, the sign at street level advertises it as intimate, with a bar running the whole of one wall, always lined with people on weeknights, when the salary men stop to get a drink on their way home. During the day, the tables are set up on the main floor, and food is served, nothing fancy, just fast and relatively palatable. It isn't restaurant after all, just a bar that serves food sometimes.



On the weekend evenings though, the tables are almost always full, and a small stage is dragged out, a beat up old miniature baby grand piano beside it. All week the girls wait tables and cook and tend bar, but each weekend they take turns taking the stage. It's nothing raunchy or showy, no striptease or sex show, this is a reputable establishment, more or less. Its simply a sweet song or two, some sparkly costumes and softly swaying hips.



They don't all come for the girls, in fact most of the time it's too loud to hear them clearly over the raucous of the weekend alcoholics, hopping from club to club, stopping for warm food and cheap liquor. That's why Itachi liked coming then, he could get lost in the noise and the chaos, nursing his drink at the bar. It was never the best sake, he could definitely afford better, but it wasn't the sake he was here for. Not the sake, definitely not the food, certainly not the artful urban decay permeating the atmosphere. No, it was something different.



You see, when he was younger, Itachi had lost something, something he would give anything to have back, something he didn't appreciate at the time. It was in the wake of the death of his family, Mother and Father, on a trip overseas. But he had stayed behind. He felt alone then, disconnected from everything he had once held dear by this split, but his grieving was short, his perspective forever skewed, but not by sadness. It was then that he had been first approached.



He had been in high-school then, close to graduating, but a troubled boy. He was smart enough to be top of his class without even trying, but he cared little for actually showing up at school, causing him to come close to dropping out. But he had been found, and he had been saved, and he had worked hard to get to where he was now, he had been loyal and ruthless and showed nothing but strength. His face was known in all the right places.



But thats why he never went to those places, he didn't want to be known. He had recently been given permission to pursue his own goals, for the time being, for his service. He had risen through ranks faster than anyone had before, he became legend in this, he had brought respect to the shizoku. For this he was granted the time to search for what he had lost, if he came back to the fold when he had found it.



It had taken months of searching, still doing small services for his master. Most of his resources went to his search though. And now he had found what he had lost. Funny thing was, now that he was here, now that he could see it with his own eyes, he had lost his nerve, again. So he came each weekend, to watch, to wait, to ponder. One of these days, it would be the day, Itachi could feel it. Then he could take his most precious thing home with him, and keep it safe and close, for the rest of time.