New story. :D Yay~ I hope you guys like this one. ^^

Contains: Randomness, yaoi, shounen-ai, drama, slight OOC, etc…

I don't know what else this might contain. Oo;

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto! Masashi Kishimoto does. Lol

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Chapter One

"You have to get out of bed sometime!" Mikoto pleaded. Itachi didn't reply and only buried his face deeper into his pillow.

"I'm not leaving this bed until I feel like it." That ended the argument. Mikoto left the room, slamming the door extra hard. Itachi lay in bed, his raven hair in a tangled mass. His lazy onyx eyes stared at the window by his bed now. He wore a simple black button up t-shirt and blue jeans. It was practically all he could afford. He lived with his parents his little brother, but they wouldn't let him borrow any money… He needed cash and he needed it now. His father made him pay rent. Five hundred dollars… Itachi slowly sat up, climbing out of bed slowly. He raked his nails through his hair as a hairbrush, then strode from the room. He was met by Fugaku, his father, of course.

"Where's your rent money?"

"Huh?" Itachi rubbed his eye, then groaned.

"I don't have any money."

"Itachi, this is the third time. You're in debt."

"I… Yea, I know."

"Get a job."

"I already tried."

"Itachi, I'm serious. I would help, but I don't want to."

"Thanks."

"Just get the money or you're out of here."

"Uh huh." Itachi slid past his father and down the staircase into the main room. He grabbed his messenger bag and slipped out the front door. He needed a job, but where? Itachi decided to ask around. He walked down the sidewalk, his mashed down sneakers making a weird skeetch sound. He reached up, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear as he wondered into the bigger part of town. It wasn't really a city, rather a village. Cars were backed into traffic, apparently an accident up ahead causing trouble. Itachi yawned sleepily, then rubbed his eye again. He walked into the grocery store and looked at the bulletin board. He read the help wanted ads. There were none that paid enough, nor any that Itachi could do. Itachi crinkled his nose in disgust. I can't even imagine myself cleaning floors. He thought, sticking his tongue out. He sighed, then walked down the aisles. He grabbed a bag of chocolate covered chips and a bottle of raspberry pop. He carried them to the counter, reaching into his bag for money. The guy at the counter eyed him closely as Itachi dug in his bag. Itachi grimaced. Shit, shit, shit… Where was that five? I know I had it in here… He thought worriedly. The man raised an eyebrow.

"Is there something wrong, kid?" He asked. Itachi looked up, feeling his face heat a bit with embarrassment.

"Erm… I… I can't find my money. Hang on." He dug into his bag, pushing the notebooks and pencils aside. He couldn't find his five-dollar bill. All he had was fifty cents. Itachi sighed, frustrated. The man frowned.

"I see you only have fifty cents."

"I'm sorry."

"It's all right. You can take the chips for free. Nobody else gets them anyway."

"Really?" Itachi asked, surprised. The man smiled.

"Yea. Go ahead. Just give me the fifty cents for the pop."

"Okay." Itachi handed him the fifty cents, then took the chips and pop, shoving them in his bag. He walked out into the warm sunlight, scratching his head. It was strange. Normally, the man would tell him to put both of the things back. Itachi wondered down the street, his hands in his pockets. He slowed down at the bus stop. Two men seemed to be arguing. One of them had multiple piercings and strangely ringed eyes. The other had longish white hair and bright pink eyes.

"We don't have any more with us!" The albino was arguing.

"Are you kidding me?! There's got to be at least one kid out there who'll do this job!"

"Pein, most of the 'employees' we have now were forced into it!"

"Ugh! Find someone, Hidan! Anyone! Tell them we'll pay them eight hundred bucks a client!" Pein snapped. They glared at each other for a moment before Itachi walked by. Pein's ringed gaze flashed towards him. Hidan raised an eyebrow and followed his gaze. Itachi had kept on walking. If that job is as bad as it sounds, I don't think I'll risk it… Although, the pay is really high… I wonder what the job is? Itachi wondered. Pein and Hidan shared looks, then hurried down the street.

"Hey, kid!" Itachi stopped walking and looked up. Hidan's pink eyes sparkled with a strange sinister kind of look.

"What's your name?" He asked, taking a step up to the teenager. Itachi had to look up at him a bit, disliking how tall the man was compared to him.

"Er, Itachi." He answered slowly. Pein smirked.

"Cute name." He commented. Cute? He wondered. He had never thought of his name as 'cute'. Hidan snickered.

"You have a nice style, kid."

"Uhm… Thanks?" Itachi didn't know whether the guy was joking or not. Pein smiled at the teenager and reached out, putting his finger under his chin.

"Hm, you've got a perfect complexion." He mused. Itachi blinked. Eh? Complexion? What the…?

"Er… I don't mean to be rude or anything, but… What are you implying?" He asked, confused. Pein pulled his hand back to place it on his hip.

"Hey, kid. How old are you?" He asked. Itachi frowned. He didn't like being ignored.

"Can you answer my question first please?"

"We're admirers." Pein smirked. Hidan nodded.

"Yea." He agreed. Itachi raised an eyebrow, pursing his lips.

"I'm seventeen." He mumbled. Pein tapped his shoe on the sidewalk, seeming to think that over. Hidan glanced at Pein, smirking.

"So he's a year younger than what we expect. Maybe he'll do?" He asked. Pein frowned.

"Hmm… I guess the younger the better…"

"Excuse me, I'm not one to complain, but I'm getting impatient here." Itachi protested. Pein chuckled, then reached out, placing a finger on Itachi's nose. Itachi crossed his eyes to look at the finger on his nose, frowning in displeasure.

"We need you to work as a prostitute for us." Pein stated. Itachi blinked and looked at the heavily pierced man in horror.

"What?! I'm only seventeen!" He cried. Pein flicked Itachi in the nose. Itachi yelped, covering his nose. He glared at the men in front of him.

"Look, kid. We need a person to go with Pein on a special business trip. We need to impress some very important people, but it works way better with a little prostitute nearby." Hidan explained. Itachi scowled.

"I'm not doing it! What makes you think I will?" He demanded. Pein and Hidan shared looks, then looked back at the teenager.

"We'll pay you double." Hidan stated. Itachi stared at him. 16,000 dollars?!?!

"I'll do it."

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"I cannot believe I am doing this!" Itachi whined, pulling down his shirt. Pein scowled, knocking Itachi's hands away.

"Quit doing that. It doesn't matter… Now, this is what I want you to do. When I get out there, I'll call you. When I do, you come and look all innocent and sexy. Can you do that?" He demanded. Itachi twitched, face heating.

"FINE." He grumbled. Pein smirked.

"Perfect." He stated, then patted Itachi on the head. Itachi grimaced. Pein snapped his fingers.

"Ah! I almost forgot…" He reached into his pocket and held out a black leather collar with a dog tag on it that bared his name.

"Wear this while on the job. It's like a uniform."

"Yes, sir…" Itachi muttered and snatched the collar. He snapped it around his neck, grimacing at the slightly tight feeling it gave him. Pein licked his lower lip, watching almost hungrily as the long t-shirt covered Itachi's body. It was all the boy wore for now. It was the kid's first time on the job, so he made it easy on him and gave him just a t-shirt and the collar. Better that than the kinky outfits. Pein thought with a smirk. Itachi sighed, feeling slightly depressed.

"Can we get this over with?"

"Itachi, don't you mess up on this. I want you to be perfect… I want you to be sexy." Pein explained simply. Itachi sweat dropped.

"Easier said than done."

"Come on. Don't be like that. Your body is perfect. Everything about you is."

"Erk!" Itachi turned red. Pein chuckled, then left the room, leaving Itachi alone to shiver. Pein sat down at a table in the not-so crowded restaurant. Hidan sat beside him, writing down the names of all the drinks at the place.

"Hmm, this place has amazing wine! You should check it out." He commented. Pein rolled his eyes.

"Let's just hurry this up…" He muttered, then looked up as their clients came in. Pein smiled as the three men walked in.

"Kisame, Kakuzu, and Suigetsu! Nice to see you all again!" He exclaimed. Kisame smirked, showing off his sharp teeth.

"Same to you, Pein." He replied. He wore a formal black suit, but it was in disarray as if he had a run in with the dryer at the laundry mat. He had shark-like features, which made him an ideal bodyguard. Pein was prepared to hire him on. As well as Kakuzu, who was just as interesting with his shaggy brown hair and bright green eyes. He also wore a suit, but it was more straightened than Kisame's. Suigetsu, the youngest, wore a simple black t-shirt with jeans. As they all took their seats, Pein glanced at the other room. Itachi was peering out nervously, nibbling his lip. Pein smirked, then looked at his guests.

"Ah, I forgot to introduce a new employee to you… Itachi, come out now." He called over his shoulder. Itachi took in a sharp breath. After a moment, Kisame, Kakuzu, and Suigetsu looked up to see what looked like the perfect person walk into the room. Kisame's eyes flashed. The teenager that stepped into the room practically glowed with beauty. He took graceful steps towards Pein, who smirked at his reaction. The teenager had beautiful shiny, long, silky black hair. His eyes were a deep obsidian color that sparkled even in the dim lights of the restaurant. He wore nothing, but a long t-shirt. However, the t-shirt was long enough to hide the teenager's lower ass. Kisame got a good view of that, especially. Itachi caught the look he was receiving from the shark-like guest and stared back. Kisame also keeled over from the beautiful look of confusion and pure innocence. It was beautiful, no… Gorgeous. It was perfect. Itachi looked back at him, noticing the predatory, yet… Protective look in the opposite man's eyes. He's… He's not bad looking… He thought, surprising himself with his own thoughts. Meanwhile, Kisame couldn't stop the next thought that popped into his mind and it was the worse thing to think of a prostitute. A very bad thing. It was like the law of prostitution… And Kisame had just broken it. I think I'm in love.

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It's a little sketchy, but I tried. I think it's rather good, but it's up to you, I suppose. ^^; I'm usually rushed near the end, or middle maybe… This is short in my opinion, but future chapters will be much longer! I promise! Please review!