Hey so here's chapter 2 for you all. I'm not sure how long the story will be in total, but I have a lot of ideas to what can happen so we'll see.

As always, there are adult situations so please use discretion when reading.

Disclaimer: I own only the story, not the characters.

"Regular talking"

"Talking on phone"

**Note: I apologize greatly at how late this is. I'm still planning on doing my best in finishing all the current unfinished stories that I have, and after that, I may retire from writing. Not a definite thing, and it will take a long time to finish all these stories, so until then, please enjoy!

Kyuubi's POV:

We had set out again sometime around 6am and didn't arrive until almost noon. The whole place was surrounded by a tall gate, a community area most likely. There were a lot of twists and turns, and I knew I would never be able to find my way back to the entrance gate on my own. I was happy once we finally parked in front of a couple of houses, practically in the middle of the large community I noted. But it was such a relief to be able to get out of that hell hole of a car. Now if only I could shower. There's something immensely unsanitary about spending the last, what, 8, 9 hours like this? I shouldered my bag once I retrieved it from the trunk, waiting for Itachi to do the same. After he gathered his own belongings and locked up the car, he led the way to the place that we'd be staying. Though I still had absolutely no idea where we were, not even a name.

The neighborhood itself looked peaceful; there were no children outside playing, no adults out for a walk, no barking of dogs, or even birds chirping. Hell, besides Itachi's car there were only three others. It was a quiet place, and I already hated it. While it looked absolutely beautiful with its lush gardens, manicured lawns, and carefully decorated yards it felt fake. There was no love put into this scene, only platonic care. I refocused on Itachi as he made his way to one of the houses, one that wasn't as decorated as the others, I noted. He pulled out a pair of keys and unlocked the door, before pushing it open and going through. I hesitated before entering, though I knew I really had no choice. He was waiting for me by the opened door to come in, so i sucked it up and went inside. My stomach churned as I heard him close and lock the door again. It was almost as if it was reminding me of the fact that I was a prisoner.

He moved away from the door and tossed the bags on floor before leaving the room going God knows where. I took the opportunity to observe the room I was currently in. It seemed the house was already furnished, and quite lavishly at that. I knew nothing about furniture, but even I knew that it was of high quality. The theme color of the room was a warm cocoa brown with what I guessed was an egg shell white. There were two sofas, one that could seat three or four people, and the other was a single. Venturing more into the room, I saw there was a large wooden book case against the wall. The books were all about history, war and finance. Nothing caught my interest here so I ran my eyes over the remainder of the room in search of something else, but that was it. To anyone else, the room might have been charming but to me it was drab.

"Hurry up and put your things in the room, then finishing looking at the rest of the house. We need to go get groceries." I heard him call out irritability. Great, he sounded like he was in a bad mood already. I shifted my bag onto my other shoulder. Where was the room at? Sighing, I looked at my options. There were three doors I could choose from. One was the entrance, therefore that one was obviously not it, the second was the one that Itachi had gone into, that was definitely out, so the last door it was. I headed through the door, and was greeted with a long hallway and a few more doors. I tried the first door and was greeted with the sight of a washing machine and dryer. So this was the laundry room.

Shutting it I moved to the next door, finding it a closet. It was empty for now, save for the pole and hangers for the clothing that would soon occupy it. Two more doors left. The next one looked different than all the others. Those were normal wooden doors, but this one was cool to the touch, so metal? I tried to open it but it was locked. What could this room be for I wondered? I felt a lump of fear at what could be behind this door, but not wanting to ponder on any disturbing thoughts, I shook it out of my head and refocused on the last door.

This one had to be it; I pushed it open and found myself in pitch blackness. Feeling around for the light switch I found and turned it on. The room that greeted me was a simple one. The only furniture was a bed and nightstand to the left. Practically everything in the room was a dreary color. The walls a dark gray, the carpet and bed sheets all black, and the nightstand was a dark brown. I put my bag on the floor in the corner and spotted another door. Opening it, I found it was a bathroom. It was pretty simple, a toilet, sink and shower were of course inside. There was a small cabinet above the sink, and opening it I found it empty, obviously.

"Aren't you done yet?" Itachi yelled from wherever he was. Rolling my eyes, I closed the cabinet door and I exited the room , making my way to what must have been the kitchen. As I walked I was hit with a sudden realization. There was only one bedroom and one bathroom, which was located in said bedroom. That meant that we'd be sharing the bed. When I had first seen the size of the house, I was relieved at the fact that it wasn't nearly as big as the one he had back then. There were too many empty rooms and it felt more like a prison. The only upside had been that I had a separate room and bathroom from Itachi, I had somewhat a little privacy. But that would be impossible here. Anxiety filled me and I found myself hoping that I'd be sleeping on the couch...

My worries were interrupted as I entered the kitchen and found Itachi shifting through empty cabinets.(1) Was he looking for something? "About damn time, come on." He said once he spotted me, getting away from the cabinets and grabbed the keys from a hook on the wall. I started to follow him as he was making his way to the front door, when an itchy sensation hit me and I was reminded of something important that I desperately had to do. He heard my steps were no longer trailing behind him and he turned to question me.

"Can't you go by yourself? I need to shower." I asked before he could say anything. He gave me an annoyed look.

"What for?" To which I stared incredulous at him in response. He wasn't seriously asking me that, was he? Before I could state my case, he was already moving away from me. "We're leaving. Let's go." I glared at the back of his head in disbelief. Guess I was stuck dealing with this disgusting situation for a while longer.

Trailing after him out of the house, I paused as he re-locked the door and then strolled towards the car. Once we had climbed back into the hell hole of a car and were back on the move again, I tried to study the surrounding buildings. It was quiet all the way out. Where were the other residents? The whole gated community was big, so there had to be others living somewhere around here, right? As we left the gates, I noticed that there was an interesting pattern on the gates themselves, but I didn't really understand it. What did it mean?

When we had gone a ways from the community, little by little I saw people walking and driving around. In fact, it was the complete opposite from the community. Out here it was livelier than I'd ever seen any place be. I hadn't been able to tell before, but we had not moved into some small town like I initially thought. No, this was some bustling city. There are people everywhere; coming in and out of shops that stood so tall they seemed to touch the sky.

Itachi pulled into an empty spot in a parking lot of a large shopping district, quickly got out and I followed suit. "Let's just get this over with." I heard him mutter to himself. We walked up to the doors of a large building that read 'Akimichi Grocery' and upon entering, I was struck with disbelief at how many people were inside.

Again, unlike the neighborhood, the grocery store was packed. I had never seen so many people in a grocery store at once. Itachi despised a lot of people, but his expression was one of cold indifference. As he walked with confidence through the crowds to shop, I was left struggling to keep up with the asshole. He grabbed a cart, and I although I thought that might slow him down, I was proved wrong. "Will you hurry up? The quicker we're out of here, the better." He chastised me as I fell behind again.

Internally I agreed, but on the outside, I just scowled at him. "I'm doing my best here you know," I huffed once I managed to catch up with him. He rolled his eyes at me, grabbing my arm roughly. I flinched, thinking he was about to hit me, but instead he pushed my hand onto the side of the cart.

"Hold on to the damn cart if you can't manage to keep up on your own." He scowled. I glowered at him in disbelief. I wasn't some misbehaving brat that had to stick close to his fucking mommy! He ignored the glare I was shooting at him as he resumed to proceed through the store, almost making me trip at the sudden movement.

Deciding it was easier to just comply with him, I held onto the stupid cart, trying to pay no attention to the strange gazes I managed to attract from other customers. I shifted my attention to the store itself, there were many products I had never even heard of. Scanning the passing aisles, I blanched when I saw how expensive everything was in the store. What kind of place sold food for such ridiculous prices? The can food itself was ranging from $5 to $6. Of course this didn't faze the bastard one bit, he tossed item after item into the cart without a second glance. Then again, he could afford to I suppose.

Itachi's POV:

Why was it so fucking busy on a Tuesday of all days? Didn't these people have jobs? I irritably maneuver my way through the crowds, glaring at anyone who bumped into me or the cart. Relief filled me as I grabbed the last item needed. Once we had gotten in the checkout line, I noticed Kyuubi's bewilderment. It was slightly amusing to see the look on his face as he watched the cashier swiped item after item, the price only skyrocketing higher and higher. He must have been having a slight heart attack by the time the whole total was displayed. It was satisfying to see him flustered for such a useless reason.

Once we were back in the car, groceries loaded up in the back, we drove in silence, a typical thing for us. I gave him a small sideways glance, watching as he stared out the window probably still trying to pinpoint where we were. I knew he had never been here before, but just the fact that it was miles away from those he knew would definitely have him pissed. The thought almost made me laugh, just imagining what he would say and how he'd react would be quite entertaining.

We drove a little ways farther, until finally we arrived back into the quiet part of the city. This location was perfect to keep my little fox captive, in more ways than one. Not only did the gate entrance need a password to enter and exit out of, but it was all monitored to insure no one could get in or out, without the proper permission.

It would take a lot of effort on Kyuubi's part of he planned to attempt am escape, and even if the odds were unlikely, it didn't hurt to be prepared. Once we were home, we unloaded the groceries from the car and into the kitchen. Neither of us spoke to the other, silently stocking up the cupboards and fridge. When we had finished the task, it was already almost 5 o' clock.

"Go ahead and take a shower while I cook something," I dismiss him. I didn't have to look at him to know he was shooting me a heated glare before complying immediately.

Kyuubi's POV:

I practically let out a rumble of pleasure as the hot water hit my skin. To think that I was forced to stay like this for over 12 hours was unbelievably disgusting. Scrubbing desperately at the dried residue, I tried not to focus on the fact that I noticed this bathroom had no lock. He said that he would be cooking, so hopefully that meant that the asshole would be too preoccupied on that to bother me. Not wanting to take the chance, I rushed through the procedure as quickly and thoroughly as I could. Stepping out of the shower, I toweled off my body first before wrapping it around my hair. Rummaging in my bag I had brought with me, I pulled out a pair of boxers and sweatpants and a t-shirt. As I was changing into my clothes, I could hear the sound of pans being clanked in the kitchen. Just the thought that he as in the kitchen waiting made me move at a slower pace, just stretching out the inevitable. Not wanting to bother with combing my hair, I dried it a little more with the towel before tying it back.

Exiting the bathroom, I could already smell the meal he was making. I hated to admit it, but he was a damn good cook for being some rich bastard. Didn't people like him usually grow up with chefs? Despite how good it was, I'd be damned if I complimented anything that he did. It would just encourage him, and I definitely did not want to do that. Though I had dragged my feet the entire way, I soon made it to the kitchen. He was already plating the dinner, having gone with a quick and simple dinner which was bulgogi and vegetables.

"Don't just stand there, hurry up and sit down," he growled when I made no move to fully enter the kitchen. Reluctantly, I sat at the small wooden table as I waited for him to finish up. He placed my plate in front of me, and I slightly glared at the plastic fork that was given to me. "Don't make such a sour face. Whose fault do you think it is that we have to use plastic utensils?" He said accusingly.

Unconsciously, my fingers lightly traced the scars on my wrist. "That was then, and this is now." I said, avoiding eye contact with him. He didn't say anything, thankfully, and instead had begun to eat. Not wanting to provoke him any further, I began to eat as well. I hadn't realized how famished I was, though it made sense since we had neglected to eat all day. The kitchen was silent besides the scraping of plastic forks against plates, and it was almost peaceful, but of course it didn't last.

"Next week you'll be starting at Tojikome University." My forkful of food stopped midway to my mouth before I put it down completely. He didn't look up from his own food, pointedly ignoring me.

"Tojikome? That's an elite business university, I don't know anything about business." I retorted, annoyed. I knew from the get go that he was choosing my place of education, but I didn't think it was going to be a business major.

"Obviously. Hence the reason why you will be going to get a education." He replied offhandedly. I wanted to argue further, but he was already done with the conversation on the matter, and was moving on to the next one. "Tomorrow I'll be running some errands, and while I'm gone, I expect you to be mindful of your actions." In other words, don't run away was the unspoken command.

"So am I to assume the rules are the same here?"

"Of course," he said simply, as if I was too stupid to realize it myself. Though I suppose what else could I have expected?

"Then can I at least use your phone?" I huffed in annoyance. He didn't even look up from what he was reading.

"What for?"

I felt a migraine coming on, "why do you think?" My own phone was long gone, destroyed the first day I moved in with Itachi. Any communication was through the bastard himself. This house didn't have a phone installed, though it did once if the cables still in the walls were an indication.

"Maybe. Try asking nicer." I bit my lip, and tried not to get agitated at the smirk he was shooting me.

Slightly taking a breath, I asked, "Please may I use your phone?"

Itachi's POV:

The anger on his face showed, no matter how much he tried to hide it. It wasn't like I was asking something difficult. "Five minutes." I told him, pulling out my cellphone. He looked as if he was going to object but thought better of it. Smart of him. I dialed the number, putting the call on speaker before handing it to him. He took it and turned away, as if that would give him any more privacy.

The phone rang for a bit before a woman answered, the blond calculus teacher and one of the orphanage managers. "Hello? Brat?"

"Hey old hag, how are things at the orphanage?"

I tuned them and their sickly sweet tones out, and instead began to clean up. Placing the dirty dishes in the sink, I made sure to soak them so washing would be easier later on. One that was done, I made sure to double check the locks on the cabinets, then the locks on stove. After the kitchen had been reorganized and the leftovers put away, I refocused on Kyuubi and his conversation.

"No, it's fine. Don't worry about me, you guys just focus on patching up the orphanage. Especially the bathrooms."

"Well, if you're sure." Her voice was a bit hesitant, as if she wasn't ready to agree to whatever they had been chatting about. Money most likely.

I cleared my throat, indicating that that was enough. He barely glanced at me, but I knew he wouldn't disobey.

"Well, I have to go now Tsunade, tell Jiriyia I said hi when he gets back."

"Alright, brat. Make sure you call more care."

He hung up, handing me back the phone. He was frowning, but he didn't say anything. Checking the time, I saw it was almost eight o' clock now. It was still early, but I had to get up practically at the crack of dawn.

"It's bedtime, come on." I told him, and he immediately shot me a glare.

"Bedtime? What am I? Fucking three?" He spat out. I could practically hear him gnashing his teeth in anger.

"I already told you, I have somewhere to be tomorrow. So if I go to bed, then you do to. You're not trusted to be up and about during the night hours. We already know how that played out the last time." His face was almost shameful, but it was gone quickly.

"Then I'll sleep on the couch." He mumbled, and I frowned.

"I understand that your upbringing was borderline barbaric, but sleeping on the couch will absolutely not be acceptable. Now go, or do I have to punish you already on the first day?" At the threat, he paled. I made my way to the bedroom, and he hesitantly followed.

When we entered the room, I pointed to the far corner of the bed against the wall. "Your side is there." He couldn't be trusted not to run anywhere unless there were barriers. In this case, it was the wall and myself.

His movements were painstakingly slow, and when he did crawl into the bed, he made sure to scoot against the wall, practically gluing himself onto it. He was facing away from me, as I would have expected. Climbing in myself, I faced him, watching as he tried to stop the shaking of his body. It was amusing to see him still so frightened of me, though I was too tired to try anything tonight. Pulling the covers over us, I began to drift off, knowing that he in comparison would probably be up all night stressing at our close contact.

In case you didn't catch this at the end, he was checking locks.

So that is it for chapter 2, sorry it's so late. I had uploading trouble, then school started so now I have no time to continue any of my stories for awhile. I'll try here and there to continue between school and work when I'm on my breaks, but no promises. Please review, and leave suggestions, they motivate me to write faster. That's it for now lovelies, Ja Ne!