A/N: Hey everyone. I'm pretty stupid for making yet another fanfic when I have so many others to finish but I was really on a roll with this... Until I realized it's too long to be a oneshot. I keep wanting to add more but I decided to try and finish this before my four day weekend was up. I apologize if you were hoping for so me other update...

Pairing(s): No obvious pairings yet.

Setting: Not Naruverse and no definite setting.

Future Pairing Possibilities: KisaItaKisa, SasuKisaSasu, KakuHida, SasuNaruSasu, etc... (Don't stop reading b/c of this list. These may or may not actually happen.)

Lined up in the yard of the Uchiha manor were five teenagers dressed in street clothing. A stitched man stood behind them, describing each of their flaws and what was best about each. The two Uchiha children stood between their parents, looking at the lineup before them. The older seemed to have interest in the stranger one towards the end. The stitched man stood behind that boy now and prepared to list his faults.

"Besides his appearance, Kisame has no faults. He is very strong and an exquisite swimmer. And thus far he has proven to be well trained." The man crossed his arms. "His price is average compared to the rest of my children."

"Which do you want, Itachi?" Mr. Uchiha turned to the eldest.

"I want Kisame..." He replied, eyes on the somewhat nervous blue teenager.

"Well, w-what about that cheaper one?" His mother suggested, pointing out the gray haired one.

"Fuck bitch, don't buy me. There's a reason I'm fucking cheap. Damn bastards." The boy, only a year older than Itachi, drawled.

"Shut up, Hidan. Your price is going to get even lower now." The stitched man snapped before slamming his fist to the back of his head.

"W-Well then what about the blond one?" The woman turned to the feminine male whom was a year younger than Itachi.

"Tch. I hate rich snobs, hm." The male muttered, "But it's better than life on the streets."

"Mother, big brother wants Kisame!" Sasuke piped up, stomping his foot.

"Okay, okay." The woman sighed and nodded to her husband.

The man also sighed and pulled out his wallet. Immediately the stitched man had stopped fighting with the one called Hidan to watch his customer thumb through the money. Itachi could see his greed was great and frowned to himself. The greed of people disgusted him. Once he took the money, he left with his merchandise. Kisame was left standing, feeling uneasy without them.

"Itachi, Sasuke, show him around his house. We will have the servants tend to his room." Fugaku ordered before leaving with his wife on his arm.

"So... How old are you, Kisame?" Itachi inquired.

"I'm eighteen." Kisame replied.

"I am seven and my brother Sasuke is three." Itachi said.

"It's... Nice to meet you two..." Kisame responded politely, following them inside.

"Brother, I wanna show him my room first!" Sasuke demanded, tugging on his brother's hand.

"Alright Sasuke." The elder smiled, heading up a large staircase. "This way, Kisame."

They stopped outside a door with a doorknob that the poor toddler could hardly reach. Kisame opened the door for him before Itachi could. The young boy gave him a grateful look and his little brother ran inside, dragging the large teenager with him. He pointed out his bed, toys, closet, outfits, and anything else he had. Once Kisame's hands were full, Sasuke was satisfied.

"So where is your room, Itachi?" Kisame inquired.

"This way."

The young boy once more took his brother's hand before going to another door nearby. Itachi opened it, briefly hesitant. His room was nothing like his brother's. There were no toys, no childish decorum. There were simply books, a desk, a bed, and a closet. While Itachi stood in the doorway, Kisame stumbled inside, looking around the somewhat smaller room. Once he had seen all there was to see, he waited for some kind of order or direction to follow.

"Your room…" Itachi murmured, releasing his brother's hand. "Is behind that door…" He pointed to a trap door near the side of the bed. "It's not much… but mother told me she wants to keep the other guest rooms open for the new baby."

"Your mum didn't seem pregnant." Kisame blinked and set the toys on the floor by his bedroom 'door.'

"… Hn." The child twitched somewhat at the sound of the toys clattering on his clean floor.

Kisame opened the trap door, looking down at the plain room below. He saw a cot but no bed or much of anything else. He then noticed a door was down there. He climbed down the ladder and opened the door. He was surprised to find a bathroom. It was simple but clean—thankfully. Once he had glanced around his room he climbed up the ladder once more.

"Anything else, Itachi-sama?" He inquired.

"Not that I can think of at the moment… Father said there's a map of our house so you do not get lost." The boy shrugged.

"Thanks for the toys, Sasuke-sama." Kisame thanked the three year old with a wide grin and the child gasped, staring in awe at the shark-like fangs. "I'll take good care of them." He added, quickly closing his mouth as he started to feel self-conscious.

"Okay Sharky." Sasuke grinned back, patting the teenager's head before running off.

"Ah, Sasuke! Don't run in the house!" His brother followed, leaving Kisame alone to get acclimated.

~ Five Years Later ~

"Hello Kisame. Here for Itachi-sama's soup?" The chef smiled as he saw the familiar shape of the children's slave wander in through a door concealed in shadows.

"Yes ma'am." The man replied, his expression unreadable.

"Here it is. Hopefully he gets better soon. His new home teacher will be arriving in a few days after all." The chef handed Kisame the bowl of hot soup. "It's hot, so be careful with it."

"I will, ma'am." He replied, retreating back into the shadows.

The twenty-three year old then took the passageway back to the second floor and opened a door hidden within his young master's closet. He sighed, seeing that the twelve year old was asleep and set the bowl on his bedside table. He considered waking the young boy but decided that he would need rest whilst ill. His former master, despite his selfish nature, had always made sure his stock stayed healthy. He would even nurse them back to health himself. A stirring in the bed snapped him from his memories and he smiled slightly.

"Good afternoon, Itachi-sama." He greeted.

"I told you not to call me that in private." The boy rasped, glancing at the soup.

"Sorry…" The blue man apologized. "Are you feeling any better?"

"I am just fine." He curtly lied.

"Well you should eat your soup then…" Kisame frowned, eying the boy with ever-so-pale skin.

Itachi sighed, causing a short coughing fit. Once he had recovered, Kisame helped him to sit up in bed, fluffing his pillow. It was a routine ever since Itachi had caught pneumonia in the past week. Though today Itachi was hostile towards being helped, insisting he did not need babying. However Kisame ignored him, holding the hot bowl. He would never blow on the food though. He had learned the hard way not to do any such thing…

~ Flashback ~

"Sharky, this soup is too hot." Sasuke, at the age of six, whined.

"I'm sorry, Sasuke-sama…" His brother's servant apologized. "Would you like me to blow on it…?"

"Itachi usually does that…" The child pouted.

"Itachi's out studying right now." Kisame replied, taking the hot bowl of soup from the younger child.

"He's always studying." Sasuke huffed.

"I know. But you want your brother to be successful, don't you?" Kisame gently blew on the soup.

"Yeah, I guess…" Sasuke smiled faintly, watching Kisame attempt to cool his soup off.

"What on earth are you doing?" Then his mother entered…

"His soup was too hot, Uchiha-sama." Kisame replied, setting the bowl down before sliding it to Sasuke.

"I didn't ask why, I asked what." The woman glared, still bitter about her recent miscarriage.

"I-I was blowing on his soup, Uchiha-sama." Kisame stuttered, suddenly realizing his mistake.

"Come with me…" She stated coldly, leaving the dining room.

Kisame gave a false smile to Sasuke, telling him that he would be back, before following. He could see another servant whisper to the chef and turn away as they caught his eye. They headed down to a study where Fugaku was drinking some of his fine wine. When he saw his wife's expression and the large slave he got to his feet with a frown. She relayed what he had done and demanded that Kisame get a punishment. The man nodded with a sigh and sent his wife back up.

"You shouldn't spread your germs to my children, slave. It's bad enough that you were in the dining room where others could see you." He reprimanded.

"His soup was hot… Uchiha-sama." Was the servant's only response.

"You'll be given a beating and then locked in the punishment room until my wife is satisfied and your wounds are healed. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir…"

He did not reappear until the middle of the next week…

~ End Flashback ~

The worst thing about his punishment, in his opinion, was that Sasuke and Itachi had worried about where he was. Or at least, he had assumed the older Uchiha brother had worried. Itachi did not seem to care for what happened to Kisame so long as he did not do anything to upset his younger brother. Kisame's blank stare had finally caught Itachi's notice and the boy loudly cleared his throat.

"Is something wrong, Kisame?" He asked in a sharp tone.

"N-No, Itachi-sama… nothing. Was the soup good?" He grinned, looking at the empty bowl.

"It was hot…" He looked at his legs and Kisame paled.

"Oh sh—I'm so sorry, Itachi-sama!" Kisame exclaimed, jumping off the bed.

"Kisame."

"Where are the towels?" He ran to the closet.

"Kisame."

"Your parents are going to kill me." He ran back to the bed.

"Kisame."

"Did it leave a mark?"

"Kisame!" Itachi snapped, "Give me the bowl and go to your room."

"But-" The bowl was pried from his hand.

"Now." His added sharpness made Kisame obey.

Once he was down in his room, he heard Itachi's mother enter. Kisame sat on his cot, heart pounding and legs trembling in wait. Then he heard Itachi's mother speak.

"What happened?" She demanded.

"The soup was hot." He replied simply. "It slipped through my fingers. Just an accident..."

"Where is he?" She demanded.

"Where is who?" He echoed.

"I know you aren't so clumsy, Itachi."

"Mother, the soup was hot and I was too groggy to think of testing it." His voice, despite being somewhat high pitched, was smooth. "Besides, I told him to take a shower. He was starting to smell."

"... Fine. Call him and have him clean this mess up." Kisame sighed when she left.

"You heard her, Kisame. Clean this mess up." Itachi ordered quietly.

Kisame hurried up the ladder, stumbling a few times. Once he was up in the room he went to the closet and grabbed a towel. He started with the floor and Itachi observed him in silence. After the floor was taken care of, Kisame placed his hands on the blanket.

"I'll get you a new blanket..." He murmured.

"They're in the closet. The maids will take care of cleaning it." Itachi responded, allowing the blanket to be pulled off and balled up.

"That looks painful..." Kisame whimpered slightly upon seeing the red marks on Itachi's small, pale legs.

"It is nothing. Think nothing of it." He got out of bed. "I'm going to shower." He paused in the doorway. "You should consider doing the same." A small smile snaked its way on his face. "You really are starting to smell."

Kisame flushed, quickly sniffing his arms and shoulders before retreating to his bathroom.

~ One Month Later ~

With Sasuke's birthday on the way, everyone was doing something. His father was on a business trip and,his mother was bossing the help around. Itachi was locked in his room with the new home teacher and Kisame was left to babysit the lonely little Sasuke.

The two were playing with some of his figurines. Sasuke was the hero, as he usually was when playing, and Kisame was both the damsel and the villain. Once Sasuke had rescued Kisame from evil Kisame, he set the toys down and sat back. Kisame took that as a que to clean up the mess.

"Kisame... Do you have a brother?" The child asked.

"..." Kisame froze and remained silent for a long while, "I... used to, yes."

"Did you two play together?"

"No..."

"Itachi used to play with me all the time." Sasuke mumbled, grabbing a stuffed cat."Then father took him away from me."

"To study, right?" He blinked.

"Yeah... Father loves him more than me... I'll never be like Itachi."

"Of course you'll never be like Itachi." Kisame smiled and continued after seeing the youngest of the Uchihas pout, "You can only ever be like Sasuke and there's nothing better than that... In my opinion at least." Hesitantly Kisame reached out to ruffle Sasuke's hair.

"So you think I'm better than Itachi? That's impossible. No one can be better than my big brother!" Sasuke protested.

"I think you both are great in your own ways." Kisame replied.

"Oh..." The younger clearly did not fully understand but pulled out some more toys, ready for another game.

Outside the door Itachi moved away from the door, returning silently to his room. Later that night Kisame found himself sitting on Itachi's floor, watching him work on homework. Though he was homeschooled. Kisame found the whole thing to be rather confusing. He was also quite uncomfortable in the quiet atmosphere. The writing sound soon stopped.

"Kisame. Stop fidgeting." Itachi ordered.

"Sorry."

The servant frowned, trying to keep as still as possible. However the writing did not resume. Instead Itachi set his pen down, closed his books, and turned off his desk lamp. Kisame wondered, for a moment, whether his young master would hit him. Itachi was not that kind of person though so Kisame forced his nerves to become calm.

"Did I distract you?" He mumbled ashamedly.

"No. My head is just hurting and my eyes are burning. Grab my pajamas for me and grab that picture book from my closet." He ordered with a sigh, getting up.

Kisame obeyed, grabbing the plain black pajamas. He handed them to the young genius and went back to the cloaet to look for the picture book. He found a stash of children books in a box in the back and pulled it out. It was quite dusty and he grabbed one, brushing it off. While Itachi changed he flipped through the book.

It was a well illustrated book and Kisame wished he could have known what it was about. Itachi called for him from his bed, telling him to pull a chair up. Kisame held the book towards him but Itachi did not take it.

"So I was right. You can't read." Itachi murmured.

"Uh... Er... Um... Well..." Kisame bit his lip.

"I can teach you. I miss having someone read to me..." Itachi trailed, taking the book.

"Who used to read to you?" He asked.

"My mother." He scoffed.

"Really?"

"Until I was two. Then I read to myself. Did anyone ever read to you?" Itachi opened the book.

"Kakuzu-sama did when he saved me from the streets." Kisame answered.

"That greedy man that sold you?" Itachi seemed shocked.

"That's the one." Kisame laughed. "He would read all sorts of sea stories."

"Moby Dick?" Itachi perked a bit.

"Moby's what?" Kisame sputtered.

"Nevermind." Itachi sighed and then looked at his book. "Here, I'll read it first and tomorrow you can read it to me."

~ Two Years Later ~

"Father, I want to go to public school." Itachi demanded of his father for the fifteenth time since he turned fourteen.

"You're too good for public school, Itachi." The man replied tiredly, reading business reports. "Besides, Orochimaru assured your mother you wouldn't last in such an awful place."

"Orochimaru..." Itachi grit out quietly.

"What was that, boy?"

"Nothing father. I'll go prepare for him..." He sighed, trudging up the stairs. "Come, Kisame."

The silent servant obediently followed, curious about Itachi's mood. He rarely went against his father's orders. At first he brushed it off as teenage hormones and rebellion but he knew Itachi was not that kind of person. Itachi stopped at Sasuke's bedroom door, opening it to look inside.

"Sasuke, I'm going to need Kisame tonight." He informed his little brother.

"Aw. Why?" The younger had become accustomed to playing with the servant whilst Itachi had his lessons.

"You can play with him all day tomorrow." Itachi smiled fondly at his brother's childishness and then left.

"Itachi-sama, what's wrong?" Kisame inquired, "If you don't mind my asking."

"Why would you think something is wrong?" Itachi blinked.

"Asking me to stay during your lesson..." He trailed.

"Well, I'm not too sure. I really wanted a second, more experienced opinion..." He replied, entering his room.

Itachi began to gather his books and straighten his desk for his lessons. Kisame, meanwhile, looked around the plain, unnecessarily clean, room for something to do. He was used to having chores before being purchased by the Uchihas. He felt he had no purpose when he first saw Itachi was a extremely clean and organized person. Though Itachi was bright and gave him minor things to do, occasionally letting his brother in to make a mess while he was 'busy.'

"Kisame, I want you in your room. Don't let my tutor know you're here unless I call you." Itachi ordered.

Kisame obeyed, despite his curiousity. Besides, he had toys down there. Just because he was an adult did not mean he did not like playing with dolls when given nothing else to do. He sat on his sagging cot, grabbing his toy box. As he was going through it, he came across a bag. A few months after Kisame had been sold, Kakuzu had stopped by to check on him and return the few belongings he had left...

~ Flashback ~

"Hello little one. Are your parents home?" Kakuzu had arrived at the house while Kisame had been playing with the children in the living room.

"They are at the hospital. Why are you here?" Itachi responded indifferently.

"I am here for Kisame." The stitched man replied.

"You aren't gonna take him back, are you?" Little Sasuke had followed his brother, clinging possessively to Kisame's leg.

"No, just checking on him and here to give him some things." He answered, holding up a plastic bag.

"Come on, Sasuke. We should go eat..." Itachi murmured, prying his brother off his servant's leg.

"I see the children have gotten used to you." Kakuzu noted once they had gone.

"Fuck I'm glad I'm not in your place." Hidan, the foulmouthed, grayhaired orphan scoffed, standing behind Kakuzu.

"Shut up, you little shit." Kakuzu growled, whacking the child on the head.

"Ow!" Hidan glared. "Fuckface."

"... I see Hidan's still around..." Kisame laughed halfheartedly.

"I don't think I'm ever getting rid of this little shit." Kakuzu sighed. "He refuses to obey the simplest of commands."

"I'm not a fucking slave!" The younger boy snapped.

"Yes, you are. Go back to the fucking car." Kakuzu snapped back.

"He hasn't run away yet?" Kisame smirked when he had left.

"Unfortunately. I've given him plenty of opportunities too." He sighed, "Enough about thst though... I have some... Unsettling news."

"About what?" Kisame offered his former caretaker a seat.

"Zabuza... He's been killed." He pulled something out of the bag. "I'm sorry, Kisame."

"H-How...? Why?" The teenager stared at the small and bloodied keychain with a pained expression.

"It seems he got involved with the wrong bunch after escaping the family I sold him to. They slaughtered and robbed the family and took off with one of their children. That's all I could get from the rumors going around. I heard he was found with the child in an alley, frozen and covered in blood and snow..." The man gave the sword keychain to the stunned teenager. "I'm sorry for your loss..."

"N-No... It's fine. It's not entirely surprising. He was similar to Hidan..."

"That's why I kind of want to keep Hidan. I'd hate to see that dumb kid get himself into trouble like your brother." Kakuzu handed Kisame the plastic bag. "If you ever need anything, you will always have a place with me."

"Thanks... Kakuzu-sama."

~ End Flashback ~

Inside his bag were two different sword keychains. One covered in blood and shaped like an execution blade and the second wrapped in a white cloth. There were a few other things too. Such as Kisame's stuffed shark and a few clothes that were left from his life on the streets. He was brought from his reminiscence by a new set of footsteps from above. Itachi's teacher had arrived.

"Good afternoon, Orochimaru-sensei." Itachi greeted.

"Afternoon, Itachi. Did you complete your work?" The man rasped.

"Yes." Itachi replied, handing the man a folder.

"Good. Read this while I go over the work."

He handed Itachi a large book with no title. Kisame cringed slightly when he heard it thump on the desk. He heard the mattress springs squeak as the man settled himself on his student's bed. There was a stretch of uncomfortable silence. Orochimaru finished and got up, setting the folder on the bedside table.

"Okay. We have a new lesson to learn. It's about society since you seem so keen to be a part of it." He stood behind Itachi.

"I've read many books and I've read the news." The teenager replied coolly. "It seems that the difference between public school teachers and home school teachers is that home school teachers get away with more."

"Such as?" Kisame found the man's tone to be off.

"I am simply saying. Now which lesson are we starting with?"

"You are very bright. Too bright for abusing certain substances. And you have no one that would turn you down the wrong path. However all teenagers have certain needs that can't be controlled." Orochimaru lightly rested his hand on Itachi's shoulder.

"Hn. Try me." Now Itachi's voice held a tone Kisame had not heard from him in awhile.

"Be careful what you say, boy." He hissed quietly in his ear. "Now then, in that book are some basics to things you'll need to be aware of now that you are a teenager."

Kisame felt his face heat up some. Although he was uneducated, he had been a teenager. Thankfully though he had never had the chance to live as most did, too busy caring for Zabuza and learning to be a good house 'pet.' Back in Itachi's room he heard the muffled lesson Orochimaru was giving.

"Now, you probably won't need relationship advice since you're rich and good looking. But you'll need some way to keep her loyal or, if you'll need to, get a mistress." Orochimaru licked his lips, "Or mister."

"Hn." Itachi replied, sending the man a glare.

"Well, here's your lesson. I have more importsnt things to do now." Orochimaru walked over Kisame's door, pausing above it and smirking before finally leaving the room.

"Come up here, Kisame..." Itachi demanded.

"Need something, Itachi-sama?" Kisame asked as soon as he could see his master.

"You heard him, right?" Itachi inquired.

"Er. Yes...?" Kisame answered.

"Have you ever been in a relationship?"

"What kind of relationship?" He tried avoiding the question.

"The one he spoke of."

"Well, I've had someone that was like a brother to me. Another that was like a father..." Kisame listed off his fingers. "Never had a best friend. Never had a friend... And as for a lover... Have you seen the way I look?"

"I see nothing wrong with your appearance. If anything, your appearance is one of the best things about you. It's one of the reasons I originally chose you." Itachi replied and hesitantly put his hand over Kisame's face markings.

Most of you probably know what's gonna happen but you can see it's gonna be more complex than originally intended... XD as most of my stories are...

So yeah. This story should be updated to completion fairly quickly. Maybe three or four parts to it... Maybe...