A/N: Back with a new plot line and story! I got so fired up about being able to finally update, that I cranked this out. Obviously editing has some work to do, I'm considering making this a major project. Please tell me what you think, enjoy!

Chapter 1

Haru had been raised to be modest, humble of even her greatest of gifts and talents.

But even she couldn't deny the fact of her obvious beauty.

She was a petite young woman, skin pale as snow, naturally red lips, and large, doe-like, brown eyes. Everywhere she went, people couldn't help but stare. Attention followed her no matter where she went. It was something that she had learned to deal with over the years.

It wasn't just her physical appearance that was deemed appealing. She was, in the simplest ways, a kind person. She did not possess malevolent motives, she never had the nerve to tell a lie, and she cared for every being that ever she came in contact with.

Many would think of these qualities to be advantageous, but when one was put in the same situation that she had, they would find the need to reevaluate.

Had Haru been blessed with a normal life, things wouldn't have turned out the way that they had.

She had been orphaned at a young age, and taken in by random strangers. She was given food and shelter, no one uttered a word of repayment.

She believed that the people that had, completely out of the goodness in their hearts, cared for her. They provided for her, and she was truly thankful.

It was on her sixteenth birthday that she discovered her assumptions were far from reality.

Her wonderful 'family' had only taken care of her for duplicitous reasons.

They told her that she was being sent away to better her situation, that she was being sent to another 'family' that would give her anything that she could ever desire.

It turned out that she had been sold on the black market.

Human trafficking was an idea completely foreign to Haru. She could not begin to imagine the evils and corruption that needed to exist in order for such a disgusting trade to work.

She was completely terrified by the time she was shipped and had arrived at her destination. She was forced into a small cargo area, and smuggled into a far away land in the middle of the night.

She traveled with a number of other girls, amongst whom were all sobbing. They were clearly more aware of their coming fate than she was. Being the naïve girl she was, she still hoped for a bit of truth in her past caretaker's words.

They were hustled like animals into an empty, cold, warehouse. They were lined up shoulder to shoulder as they prepared themselves for the slaughter.

Their captors had instructed them to stay still; the better that they behaved, the higher their bid would be, and the probability of a higher class life more probable.

She stood petrified, completely frozen.

The graveness and awareness of the circumstances had finally sunk its teeth into her mind.

She was about to become a stranger's property. Their slave. And there was nothing in her power that she could do to stop it.

She couldn't recall much else of that night, it all merged itself into a huge, incoherent, blur. However, she clearly remembered his entrance.

Almost immediately, the atmosphere had turned icy and tense. It wasn't just her in the room that was afraid anymore. Those who were organizing the sale and those she presumed to be clients were every bit as terrified, if not more so than the merchandise.

It became deathly quiet, as his footsteps made steady and powerful strides.

She had her eyes glued to the floor the entire time, but she could tell that the new guest had their eyes on her.

His gaze was burning through her, she didn't dare to raise her head to meet his eyes.

It wasn't until he had stepped directly in front of her, did she become nervous.

Was she the only one not looking? She started to panic. Was there some sort of punishment for refusing to make eye contact with this person?

Without thinking, she lifted her chin, only to have her face pressed to someone's chest.

It was boy, one not much older than she.

So then the question came to her, how could someone so young be so intimidating?

She instinctively took a small step backwards as his sudden presence caused her to lose her balance. Her eyes widened as she felt herself out of the straight line. Panicked, her head shot back up to the person who had been responsible for her actions.

As she opened her mouth to say something, a strong hand took hold of her chin, and took her breath away.

Like the way most people would examine a racing horse, this boy looked at her. He went thoroughly with his evaluation, becoming more pleased as it progressed. She was at a complete loss with how she should act in response, she had been caught off guard by the sudden physical contact.

After he finished observing her, he walked off. It all happened quickly. Him coming in, stopping in front of her, looking over her, and then leaving.

His prompt exit seemed to give those around her a sense of relief. She turned to her side, only to receive glares filled with jealousy and contempt.

She didn't know it then, but it was the beginning of her path of the mafia.

Haru was indeed beautiful.

And though it had never brought her great misfortune in the past, it was about to become evident that it was a curse.

End Chapter 1

A/N: I think that I have dug myself deeper into a hole in the ground. I keep coming up with new ideas and couples that I want to try out. But the more that I do that, the less time that I have to concentrate on my other stories. Tell me what you think of this fic, and if you think that I should continue, and if not, what other fics of mine that you want me to update more frequently on. It can't hurt to get a bit of feedback. Thanks for reading, REVIEWS!