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A New Slave for Thee
Flashback
"I don't want to go! I want to stay here, not with some Uchiha person!" the young girl screamed.
Her current master asked for help. One of his other servants hesitantly knocked her out.
End of Flashback
All she could remember was when her master sold her to the Uchiha clan. Her master was kind enough for her but was still a mean person. Her parents died when she was very young. Her master saved her life. If it wasn't for him, she would've been dead. Though he saved her, she was his servant. She also made friends with the other servants. She didn't mind her master's usual yelling at all.
A tear slid down her cheek.
Sakura.
She was a friend of hers. A very nice one too. Her family abandoned her. They thought she was a burden. They made the wrong choice though; she was a great medical nin. Sakura told her that master's yelling was because of stress and frustration due to his family crisis. She always looked at her master and thought he was a bird trapped in a cage. When she heard that she was being sold, she started to think that the bird was dying.
She looked around at her surroundings. She was in a carriage. Her hands were tied together and her mouth was sealed with sticky-tape. It was dark inside, though a melting candle sat on the seat, giving her the only light she could have. The curtains were shut and no light seeped through it. If the ride was too rough, her life was gone.
"We're here," said one of the Uchihas.
"About time! I was starting to get bored from that trip," said another.
They opened the carriage.
"Get up!" the second man ordered. She did what she was told. She struggled since her hands were tied behind her back. She soon successfully got up. Her feet were bare and landed on the snow. Her feet were starting to freeze.
"Move!"
She did as she was told. She walked to the Uchiha residence and entered it. As she entered, she saw a boy around her age mopping the floor.
"Move it you little piece of shit!"
She had to walk to where she was told to. It seemed the young boy was too busy to notice her being pushed by the two men.
"Here's your room, girl!" said the first man. "You have an hour to explore or whatever around the place before you will meet up with Mr. Uchiha in his room. His brother will escort you to his room." He untied the ropes and ripped the sticky-tape off her mouth.
"See you until then!" The men left her alone. She decided to find the young boy and ask for some information about her new home. She followed the path to where she saw him. He was still there, mopping the floor.
"Um…excuse me, my name's Hinata and I'm new around here. Can you please…uh…help me?"
The boy looked up. She had finally seen his face. He had blonde spiky hair and blue eyes. Unusually, he had whisker marks on his cheeks.
He looked at her. Her indigo hair and cream coloured eyes, she was beautiful.
"Ah, yes. I'm Uzumaki Naruto. Nice to meet you, here, I'll show you around."
He took her hands and led her around the place. She looked around in shock. The place was larger than her other master's.
"Here's the kitchen. I bet you'll be in here a lot. My master, Sasuke-sama told me boys clean the floors and girls not only cook but they clean the dishes too."
"That's what my master used to tell me. I always had to cook and if he wasn't satisfied, he would scream at me."
"He didn't beat you up?"
"No, he was a kind person really but he's going through a family crisis and he's going a bit crazy. I never thought he would sell me though," she told him.
She looked down to the floor as she remembered last seeing her master angry. He was throwing plates at her. She touched her cheek. A shard of the plate scratched her face.
"Wow, you're lucky. My master beats me up for not reason at all sometimes. It hurts when he beats you up. The other Uchihas I had to work with weren't as bad. Sasuke-sama is the worst of them all."
Hinata looked at him. She noticed his eyes. He was sad. He was in hell. She could tell he had been through rough times.
He showed her the rest of the house. Hinata didn't notice how time flew by so quickly.
"You little brat! You were supposed to be in your room!"
"That's Itachi, Sasuke's older brother," Naruto told her.
"Your new master is waiting for you! You piece of trash, I don't know why he even asked for a servant like you!" He harshly grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from Naruto and to her room.
"Itachi-sama, don't hold her like that!" He stopped.
"And what will you do, shrimp? You can't even lay a scratch on me!" He continued to pull the poor girl away from him. "Follow and lose your life!"
Naruto followed the man's orders. He had plans for the future and did not wish to die. He was going to escape and live free forever.
"Listen kid, behave and you should end up like those other little annoying pests who were tortured to death!" Itachi warned her.
The poor girl shivered in fear. She had never met someone as mean as him. He was scary. She wanted to go back to her master and Sakura. It would be better if she was fear.
She screamed as he slid a knife against her wrist. Blood trickled down her hand.
"It is a tradition to slit the new servant's wrist for a week. It's to rid all of your evil habits. If you behave worse than you are now, you will die of blood loss or worse."
Her eyes watered with tears. She would die in no time if she stayed in this hell house. She wanted to be with Naruto. She considered him as a friend since he was so nice to her from the start.
"Now…to meet your new master." Itachi chuckled lightly but evilly.
He slid open the door. On a red cushion sat a boy around the age of twenty. His black-blue hair was stuck up. He opened his eyes. He had the eyes of an evil and blood lust man.
Hinata almost screamed but remembered about the wrists. She had to be careful here. One bad move and her life would end.
"You are late," he said calmly. "I am your new master…"
I'm ending it here. Please be a bit kind. This is my first Naruto story and I just got the hang of things. I tried my best to add as much description as I possibly could. Sorry if it doesn't meet your standards.