Author's Note: Hey! Sorry about the wait! There is a bit of interest in this story, so here you go! I love hearing what y'all have to say! Let me know what you think! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just the plotline. Thanks!

Warnings: Language, talk about sexual situations, un-beta'd.

Word Count: 4,732

"Darling," the coordinator says softly, "be kind to our new friends. Come now, darling, apologize to the nice ninja."

The young man blinks slowly, still staring down into Hashirama's wide brown eyes, before pulling the kunai away from Hashirama's throat and offering it to Tobirama without looking at the white haired man before lowing his face to Hashirama's. He lightly kisses the man's lips before pulling back. It was chaste and simple, and while it was slow to happen, Hashirama remained frozen until after it was done.

Something about this boy was the opposite of everything he thought to expect in someone who's suppose to be an all for one deal. He's a slave, a highly skilled and brainwashed slave. Yet there was something strange about his eyes. They weren't expressionless or cold or lifeless. They were calm and peaceful and very beautiful and alive. He wasn't a doll, not at all, not like you would expect.

He was beautiful. Like a caged bird.

"Hashirama?" Tobirama says slowly, eyeing the boy with a mixture of mistrust and confusion.

"I'm fine," Hashirama says, still staring at the boy hovering over him.

The coordinator waves his hand around, there is a tinge of impatience in the gesture. "Come here, darling, sit down and let the men talk." The Uchiha boy pulls his hands away from Hashirama and lowers back down to the slab, laying back much the same way he did before, letting those pretty black eyes slip closed again before falling completely still again. Almost as if he never moved in the first place.

It took Hashirama a moment, but he finally pulls himself away from the unmoving young man and moves over to the coordinator's table, lowering into the seat in front of him. Tobirama glances wearily at the unmoving asset before sitting down next to his brother, red eyes occasionally flickering over to the boy before looking back at the man in front of them.

"Beautiful, isn't he?" the over-weight man say softly, casting an admiring glance the boy's way. "So," he looks back over at them, "let's talk about business. What can I do for you two gentlemen today? Oh, before I forget, he didn't hurt you, did he sir? He's a bit jumpy." His apology didn't sound anything like it should have. It was obvious, somehow, that the boy's assault against Hashirama's person was somehow according to their hook.

Hashirama turns his eyes over to Tobirama and they communicate silently with their eyes for a moment.

"He's... something," Tobirama says cautiously. "Now, how do these contracts work, exactly?"

"Simple," the slightly repugnant man says. "You just need to tell us what you want and we find an asset that fits those job parameters the best. Then we right up a contract based on how long you want them, what they are to do and if you have more than one doing the job or not, among a few other things, but there is no set numbers. So, sound enticing yet?" The man grins at the two brothers.

Tobirama frowns at the man's wording, obviously unappreciative of them. "Enticing is a bit of a strong word. It's more like interesting. What kind of guarantees do you offer?"

"100 percent guarantee," the man says simply. "If not, then you will receive a full refund. The way we deal with payment is half upfront - usually, it all depends on the coordinator - and the rest upon completion of the mission. Sounds fair, yes?"

Tobirama leans in close to Hashirama, whispering in his ear, "In some ways it ensures that the clients won't be double crossed, because the second half of the payment comes at the end." Hashirama nods, mutely. He has nothing to say. He still can't really wrap his mind around what happened to him a few minutes ago. Not the asset, his very real origins, or even the kiss he's not sure he shared with the boy or not. To be honest, Hashirama doesn't really care, he's at the point in his life where he's not looking for anyone to share his life with, just his bed, should the occasion call for it, but he's surprised by how they do things here.

In any other situation, a slave would be seen as thin, haunted, pained, pitiful but if Hashirama didn't know any better, he would assume that the Uchiha boy was just another child from the Uchiha clan. He was thin, yes, but judging by the shape of his face, it was more genetic rather than lack of food consumption. There is probable chance of malnutrition - he is a slave - but it's not enough to be notice right away.

But if these other assets are like this Uchiha boy, they are relatively healthy, strong human beings capable of passing off as the average every day person. It's a hell of a lot harder to tell there was something wrong with them. It's a hell of lot harder to tell that they are conditioned warriors without free will.

Hashirama's eyes flicker back over tot he Uchiha, wondering just who the boy was. He's never seen him before in his many skirmishes with the Uchiha. He was probably kidnapped from the clan - somehow, and that's a scary thought - when he was too young to go to war, so there's no way that Hashirama would have ever seen him. But there is also a very faint chance that this boy was born outside of the clan.

That might be a more believable choice. Hashirama finds it very hard to believe that someone managed to kidnap an Uchiha from the middle of their clan camp. The Uchiha are very protective, especially of their young. Woman of the clans were taught young to be strong so that they would be able to protect their children while the men were off at war. It was the same for the Senju. Any exceptionally powerful women were brought to fight on the front lines, but most found themselves at home. They were the protectors of the clan, the children and elders, and the support for the men at war.

How did they get you, Hashirama wonders, pulling his eyes away from the unmoving Uchiha.

"What do you think, brother?" Tobirama says wearily, glancing over at the unmoving boy on the slab.

Hashirama tilts his head slowly. "What is with that rock? I see there is a seal carved into it. But why?"

The coordinator glances over at the boy and the slab, as if he forgot that they were both there. "Oh, you want to know what it does, do you?" He purrs, smiling oily. "Come here, darling."

The boy opens his eyes and stands up. He lifts his right leg, stretching it out in front of him until it hangs over the slab. As soon as his leg to about his knee is over the edge of the slab, the seal glows and chains shoot out of them and connect to his ankles, wrists and his neck, pulling him down hard onto the slab, his knees just barely hovering over the top, an intentional reaction to stop them from slamming into the stone.

Some of the men around them turn to stare at him with unreadable expressions on their faces. The boy lowers his face to the slab, the chains yanking on his limbs and neck until he was in what could only be described as a very submissive and indignant position. He tilts his head to the side so that his neck is as close to the slab as possible to release the pressure on his neck.

Hashirama frowns, unhappy. "It's a cage?" Why couldn't he just say that? Why did he have to make an example out of it? Hashirama would have believed him. The boy didn't have to be stripped of his dignity right there in front of everyone!

The boy opens his eyes, long, thin lashes barely touching the face of the slab before he raises his gaze up to Hashirama, dark eyes peering into his soul as if Hashirama was laid bare before him and not the other way around. Hashirama just couldn't figure this boy out. Either he doesn't care that he is in such a position - perhaps because he's been in it enough times before to be unfazed by it or he genuinely doesn't care on a purely physical level - or he's too focused on Hashirama to even care.

"Oh," the coordinator says, sounding like someone just reminded him of something that slipped his mind. It was obviously a theatric, and an unappealing one that neither brother approved of, in the slightest. "Forgive me, darling," he looks over at the asset, "you may come here."

The chains vanish, just like that, and the boy stands up slowly, pulling down the edge of his large shirt, it hangs off one of his shoulders as he does the same thing as before, sticking his leg out over the slab, up to the knee. Once nothing happens, he lowers his foot to the floor and then the other before walking over to the coordinator, staring down at him with large, pure black eyes.

The boy's eyes are powerful. Naturally Uchiha's great strength come from their eyes. Their Sharingan. And this boy, without the Sharingan in his eyes, stares through Hashirama and Tobirama as if he had them pegged since the moment he saw them. All of their secrets laid bare at his feet for his eyes alone. His eyes aren't like a doll's at all. They were strong, sure, alive. This boy wasn't nearly as dainty as his body belies. There is dangerous, raw energy simmering beneath the surface that his beauty betrays.

The danger that this beautiful boy posses is unbelievable. Even with his coordinator's hand resting on his hip, as if possessively, the Uchiha boy kept his eyes locked on Hashirama the entire time, bewitching him with his large black eyes.

Hashirama wasn't really listening to anything that they were talking about. He left Tobirama in charge of that. His little brother knew him well enough and was a lot smarter in dealing with these sorts than Hashirama was anyway. Not to insinuate anything about his little brother. Hashirama thanks his lucky stars that his temperamental little brother wasn't able to read minds.

"What is his name?" Hashirama asks, not sure what they were talking about when he interrupted them.

"Pardon?" The coordinator says, tilting his head tot he side.

Hashirama slowly pulls his eyes from the boy to the man so pretentiously keeping his hands all over the boy as if he wasn't a human being but an award winning animal on display. It was disgusting. It mad Hashirama sick to his stomach. The sooner he could get away from that vile man, the better Hashirama will feel. And if he can, he's going to get this innocent boy away from these people too. But it probably won't be as easy as Hashirama wishes its going to be.

"The boy, what is his name?" Hashirama asks, frowning. "I don't like not having something to call him."

The coordinator shrugs his shoulders. "You can call him whatever you would like, Senju-sama."

Hashirama frowns even more at that. His eyes slide back over to the beautiful, who was still staring at him with large, now amused black eyes. Despite the situation that they are in, this boy is virtually unfazed by it all. Naturally, it can be attributed to this not being the first time he's ever had to be present during one of these back door deals but there is just something so strangely... uninterested in what is happening around him that Hashirama just finds it odd.

The boy couldn't be any less interested in what was going on if he tried. His sole focus since the very beginning and all the way up to this point, has been Hashirama. The Senju clan leader has no idea what the boy finds so interesting in him, but he can't bring his eyes away from the young man in front of him. There was so much he wanted to ask, so much he wanted to say, but it was unfavorable in present company. It's something he's just going to have to wait on.

So the deal that Tobirama brokered, very skillfully if anyone ever asked Hashirama because he has no idea how his baby brother managed it, was for the Uchiha boy to stay with them until the end of the war with the Uchiha. Tobirama didn't look at Hashirama once, but he kept stealing glances over at the merchandise like he was some kind of complex puzzle that Tobirama was having a hard time figuring out.

Hashirama was too. He just couldn't peg this boy. There is obvious reasons for what's wrong with him, thinking about his situation and what he must have gone through, but something just didn't seem right. It seems like he should be different. Like he should be what one would stereotypically be like after they were kidnapped at a presumably young age and forced to do all sorts of horrible things, but he's not. He's calm - dare Hashirama think he's serene - and relaxed with a peaceful aura about him.

"Well, then," the coordinator nudges the Uchiha boy aside and stands up, offering his hand for Tobirama to take. Without even a second's hesitation, Tobirama takes his hand and shakes. Hashirama is slightly slower to the draw but manages to make it convincing. "Gentlemen, it was nice doing business with you. Give me a moment to write up our contract, I'll have you sign it and pay us half up front and the last half upon completion of the mission. Or, in your case, the war." The man grins, giving a little wink before turning away and speaking to a man at one of the other tables, leaving the Uchiha boy there with Tobirama and Hashirama.

But his behavior has shifted. Now his head is bowed and he stares at the floor.

Tobirama and Hashirama stare at him for a moment before looking over at one another, communicating with one another with their eyes. There is no need for words, they know what the other is thinking with just one look at the other brother.

Hashirama and Tobirama look back over at the Uchiha boy to see him looking at them through long thin lashes. His head is still tilted downward as if still obeying some unspoken command. When one of the guys just out of view stands up and starts walking toward the Uchiha boy, his eyes lower again. Someone snaps their fingers a few times and the Uchiha boy turns around and walks over to the coordinator.

The boy offers his hand without a word from the man, and he slices the boy's thumb open stamping a piece of paper with it before walking over to Hashirama and Tobirama, offering a different piece of paper that looks like a carbon copy of the one stamped by the Uchiha.

"If you gentlemen would sign this for me. This is our copy of the agreement," he says, smiling jubilantly, pushing it over to the two brothers. "Sign, if you will." They do, after Tobirama spends a good ten minutes reading it over and over again, his fingers running up and down the paper. It's not obvious what he's doing, but Hashirama knows. He's checking for seals. One can't be too safe, especially since there is a giant seal diagram in the middle of the room. Hashirama just loves how efficient his baby brother is. He's so proud. "Good," the coordinator says as he takes that contact and gives them theirs.

"This is it?" Hashirama says softly, looking down at the contact that Tobirama handed to him. He holds it away from his body as if it was a poisonous snake rearing back for a deadly strike. "That's all we have to do?"

The coordinator nods, looking pleased. "That is all, Senju-samas. You are free to take him whenever you are ready."

"We're ready now," Hashirama says, spinning around and heading for the stairs. "We need to get back to the family, Tobirama. Let's go." He stops at the top of the stairs and turns to look over at the Uchiha boy, letting out a little nod. "Come."

The boy looks up at him and nods, easily weaving his way through the tables and over to Hashirama, Tobirama right behind him.

"Good day, then," Tobirama says, tilting his head slightly, still eyeing the room mistrustfully.

"Good luck, my lords," the coordinator says, smiling oily. "I hope that he pleases you both with his performance."

Hashirama didn't want to try and analyze what those words meant. He wanted to spend as little time with this man as possible. It is appalling how all of this is working out. Hashirama isn't foolish enough to think that this isn't some sort of ploy - for what? He doesn't know - but he doesn't honestly believe that these people are ignorant enough not to know anything about Hashirama and Tobirama being the Senju clan leader and heir. He and Tobirama both find it hard to believe that these people don't know what an Uchiha is - or how they look.

Yes, Uchiha are a lot more secretive than Senju. They don't branch out as much as the Senju do, but Hashirama still doesn't believe that they could be in this business and not know that they're top... asset is part of one of the arguably two most powerful clans. At least in the Land of Fire. There has got to be more at play here. Maybe they want to somehow get involved with the clans. Maybe this is some kind of trap set for the two clans, but Tobirama is the type of man that prefers to keep his enemies close enough to slit their throats from behind.

Either way, whatever is going to come next, is going to be interesting.

"Can you tell us anything?" Hashirama asks, walking slowly down the busy street, eyes ahead. The beautiful boy walks a step behind him and to the left. Tobirama is a step behind the boy but to the right, narrow red eyes flickering over to the boy wearily, but he says nothing. Hashirama's entire body is calm and relaxed but Tobirama knew his brother. He is worried about what is going on.

The beautiful boy doesn't respond. His head is still bowed and his steps are slow and careful, avoiding stepping on rocks on the street with his bare feet.

Hashirama glances over his shoulder at the boy and hesitates, giving him a once over before stopping and looking around for a moment, getting his bearings. He spots a shop and walks over to it, he waves for them to follow him inside. The boy goes in first and then Tobirama follows. It's a quaint little shop filled with all sorts of cool little nick-nacks and clothes and things. Hashirama goes right over to the clothes and digs around the yukata pulling them out and holding them up to him to see if they would fit before putting them back and searching for a new one. He kept repeating the process until he's pulls out a white and black one and holds it up toward the beautiful boy.

The boy looks up a bit, reaching out slowly to touch the fabric with a tentative hand, fingers touching the smooth silk surface. His face is serene and soft, looking at the fabric as if it was the most beautiful thing he's ever see and the softest he's ever felt.

"Do you like it?" Hashirama asks. The boy's eyes flicker up to the brown haired man, watching him closely as if he forgot that the man was there.

He doesn't respond.

Hashirama's eyebrows pull together and he looks over the boy's head to Tobirama, who was still staring at them wearily. "Brother," Hashirama says slowly, "what are you thinking about?"

Tobirama's eyes narrow. "I wonder... boy," Tobirama says, looking down at the boy, who's eyes slide over to him slowly. "You... may answer when we speak to you, boy."

Hashirama raises an eyebrow. "Tobirama?"

"Ask him your question again, Hashirama," Tobirama says slowly, eyes narrow.

Hashirama stares at him for a moment before looking down at the boy. "Do you like this yukata?"

The boy looks over at Hashirama and nods. "I do..." he says softly.

Hashirama beams brightly. "Excellent! Excuse me, my good sir, we will take this!"

The man behind the counter smiles happily. "Good choice, sir."

"Is there anywhere he can change into this?" Hashirama asks, walking over to the counter.

The man nods, waving for the boy to follow him around the counter to a door in the back. Hashirama hands the boy the yukata and lets him go. A few minutes later the boy returns, dressed in the nice yukata. It's all black with large white flowers to offset the darkness. The boy steps carefully as if moving to fast or sharply it would rip and ruin the fabric. His long dark hair slides over his shoulders. The boy himself is a set of black and white. Black hair and eyes and pale white skin. Just like the yukata.

Hashirama holds up a pair of shoes. "Here, try these on."

The boy nods, taking the shoes and easily slipping them onto his feet. He rolls his ankles around a bit before he looks up at Hashirama.

Hashirama tilts his head to the side. "Is something wrong?"

The boy slowly shakes his head. "No... I'm just not used to it..."

Hashirama straightens up a bit. "Not used to what?" He asks, hesitantly, not sure he'll like the answer to this question.

The boy doesn't respond right away, his fingers still lightly running along the fabric. He blinks a few times before looking up at Hashirama, shlyly and says, "Given things. Clothes and shoes."

Hashirama doesn't say anything. He just stares at the pretty boy for a few moments before turning to the shop owner and pulling out some money. He lays it on the counter and smiles kindly, "Thank you for your help, good sir."

The shop owner smiles. "And to you as well! Come and see me again soon!" He waves at them as they leave the store.

The boy glances over his shoulder at the man but doesn't say anything. He obediently follows after Hashirama until they've left the village. Once they've found shelter in the now encroaching darkness of night - they must have been in there for hours. Time certainly flies - Tobirama stops walking and looks at the young boy, crossing his arms over his chest and putting a purposeful distance between them.

"Boy," Tobirama says flatly, "what game is your masters playing?"

The boy tilts his head to the side slowly. "I haven't seen my masters since my time in training, my lord," the boy says softly, his voice sounds thick, as if it's rarely used. That wouldn't surprise Hashirama if it was the truth.

"That's not what I asked," Tobirama says, eyes narrow.

"I haven't see my masters since my time in training, my lord," the boy says again, blinking slowly like he understands that they realized he just repeated himself but he couldn't say anything else. Hashirama and Tobirama look at one another for a moment. Hashirama can see it in his little brother's eyes, he already regrets this entire situation.

Hashirama smiles thinly at his little brother before looking over at the boy. "Do you know who we are? Senju, I mean."

The boy nods. "You are my masters for the duration of our contract."

"No, I mean the Senju clan, what do you know about the clan?" Hashirama asks.

The boy blinks slowly. "I know it is one of the two main clans taking place in the war against the Uchiha and their allies."

Tobirama frowns. "Anything about he Uchiha?"

"They..." the boy says slowly. "They are one of the two main clans taking place in the war against the Senju and their allies."

Hashirama and Tobirama both exchange glances again. Tobirama rubs his forehead slowly. "Okay, I get it. Your responses on certain things are limited. Right. Okay. So, is this deal clean? There is no hidden agenda, that you know of, going on? You aren't here to secretly assassinate my family, are you?" His eyes lock onto the boy's face, not letting a single twitch of his muscles go un-scrutinized. This was all seriously. This boy's next words may decide if he gets skewered with Tobirama's blade or not.

"There is no secret mission that I am privy to, if that's what you mean," the boy asks softly. His long lashes lower toward his pale, high cheek bones, before he looks up at Hashirama. "I can't follow through with an order I know nothing about it. The way these contact works is I must obey all of your commands for the duration of our time together without fail. I can't disobey and my coordinator can't sever the contract without one of the masters. They are the only ones that can do it."

Tobirama doesn't seem too happy about that, but it's just something that he's going to have to accept. For now, at least. Best deal with the demon that they know, rather than the one they don't.

"What can we call you?" Hashirama asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Whatever you'd like," the boy says simply.

Hashirama frowns at that. "What have you been called?"

"Just about everything someone in my profession can be called," the boy says simply, without even a hint of displeasure. It was all matter-of-fact.

Hashirama runs a hand through his hair, turning around for a moment, letting his large brown eyes scan the dark forest around them. As much as his childhood friend loves to give him shit for it, Hashirama feels at home in the forest. He doesn't have a powerful sensing ability, not like Tobirama, anywhere other than in the forest. In the forest, his sage art is so powerful, he doesn't need it active to know where everything is in the forest around him. It doesn't matter where he is. It's why the Senju keep to the forests, it is almost impossible for someone to sneak up on them.

It makes him feel a bit better to be in the forest, especially now in the precarious situation they are in.

"That's not right," Hashirama says softly, shaking his head. He turns back around to his little brother and the quiet boy. "Alright, what can we call you? Is there anything that you want to be called?"

The boy doesn't respond right away. He half turns away to look around the darkness of the forest. He stares at a squirrel running up the side of one of the huge trees to his... nest? Do squirrels have nests? The boy didn't know. He didn't care. It was just something to occupy his thoughts for a moment. They all have a role to play, even he. For now, he needs them to trust him. He lets out a little sigh before looking over at Hashirama and saying, softly, "Itachi. If you want to call me that, you can, my lords."

For the Reviewers:

1. SprinkleLover: Aww, thank you so much for your kind words! I really appreciate it! I hope that you do. :3

2. Gal Can't Help It: Thank you. Aww, I really hope that you do. It was some serious homoerotic in the first chapter, and a bit in here, but it won't always be like that. There is an actual plot in this story. Haha! I hope you end up sticking to it! Thanks!

3. Nazraana Ambereen: Hmm, thank you. I hope you end up liking it.

4. loop: I hope you enjoyed. :3

5. Sascha: Thanks for giving it a shot.

6. : Thank you!